Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 06:03:45 -0400
From: anon anon <anon.anon146@gmail.com>
Subject: Old School fantasies

     I used to have multiple crushes on many of my high school
teachers. My old History and Calculus teacher in particular were
the stars of my fantasies, both were much older males and a
little on the chubby side. They both dominated over me
physically, the calculus teacher being very much taller and the
history teacher being very stocky.

     My history teacher was the chaperon for a club I was a part
of and at one point on a trip I saw him shirtless with white and
dark fur covering his chest. It drove me nuts. He had just exited
from a pool at this hotel so he was wet and his hair was matted
down against his chest.  His hair on his head was pure white but
strangely enough he still had a considerable amount of darker
chest hair.  He was always the no bull shit type of guy so I
always imagined him very quick to the point, using me quickly for
his own pleasure.  I could see him sitting on the side of the
pool guiding my mouth onto his penis.  I imagined the screwed up
facial expression he might have made in his moments of pleasure.

     I also picture him placing me sitting against a wall of his
classroom and guiding his cock into my mouth, face fucking me.
His pubic hair (I imagined it white) would press against my face
as he pushed into me.  I also pictured him giving me his big
hairy balls to put in my mouth. Eventually we would end up in a
bedroom where I imagined him to be rough and energetic.  He would
have me lay fat on my stomach with my own dick pressed against
his bed sheets.  It gave me a thrill to just imagine myself in
his bed.  He would mount my ass from the back and thoroughly hump
me.  His thick hairy legs would lay on top of mine as his feet
flexed in order push forward.  The sliding of his hairy legs over
mine and the pressure of his weight on me would be amazing.  As a
result I would be pushed against the bed sheets, stimulating my
own cock in the process.  I pictured drops of sweet falling down
on me as he pushed his chubby frame back and forth.  At times he
would slide his entire upper body over my back through his
thrust, allowing me to feel his sweaty, hairy chest brush up
against me and to hear and feel his heaving breathes behind me.
Otherwise he would be grabbing my waist with his hands and treat
me like a rag doll, dragging me forward into his thrust.  I
picture myself grasping onto the bed sheets because of the
massive use of force.  Once it was all done I could look up and
see his fur matted down again due to the sweat and contact
between us.

     I can almost picture his blank exhausted face looking down
at me, considering the repercussions of what he had just done.  I
had seen his small car once and imagined being led there during
school for a sex session.  It would be very hot and sweaty and
the confined nature of it would add to the experience.  We would
be forced to be so close and to feel his massive sweaty body
pushed and pressing against me.

     My calc teacher, on the other hand, was a little on the
nerdy side and really lanky and tall.  He always wore slacks and
a tie with his glasses. I used to spend all my extra time in his
room and got to know him considerably well. His body was so lanky
I wanted to know what he looked like naked.  He seemed so
different and goofy that I desired to know what his dick looked
like and even what it would taste like.  It was fascinating to me
to imagine him having sex, partly because teacher's private lives
were so taboo at our school. I got satisfaction from meeting his
wife and imagining her being fucked by the man I knew. I even
imagined him fucking my fellow female students and often
masturbated to the thought of their embarrassment and pleasure at
his hands.

     I imagined his member to be large, curvy, and taste funny
(tough not in an unpleasant way). I don't know how I would really
feel about anal if it ever came to it but a very common theme was
for him to put me on top of a desk and have my legs on his
shoulders while he would enter and thrust into me.  The contrast
between my smoother legs against his dense hair would really set
me off.  He would have me in that exposed position for the first
time in my life and then slowly tease me with the head of his
dick.  Rubbing the slippery member all over and barely entering.
Once inside he would take it incredibly slow.  He definitely
cared for me and would have no interest in causing me unnecessary
pain but also realized how bad I wanted it.  He would be patient,
basking in every moment of his dominance over me.  We had the
kind of relationship where we would give each other a hard time
and poke fun at each other, so really the act would be his final
victory.  He could smile about knowing that even though I can
crack jokes in class he would always have the ability to make me
suck his dick, moan, and make me his bitch after class.  He would
always have the memory of fucking me, even after I graduated.

     Eventually he would get me to mount him in an ultimate
admittance of my desire for him.  He would rest back with his
arms behind his head as I awkwardly struggled to push his dick
into me and then ride him.  He would either be bare-chested or
have his shirt unbutton and tie askew but still on his body.  I
think it would be exciting to still see the remnants of his
clothes still on him while he committed an act so frowned upon as
a teacher. He would be staring into my eyes through his glasses
the entire time with a sly smirk on his face for what he was
doing to me.  The way he would look down at me would both
embarrass and excite me; he would be the type of guy to force me
to keep eye contact with him as I sucked him off, talking to me
while I service him.  Another possibility would have my back to
him and my stomach pressed up against the desk. One of his legs
would be poised up on the desk close to me in order for better
penetration. I could notice his thick thigh in my peripheral
vision and the way his leg hair would curl around his dress sock
would be highly erotic. I would always imagine him to be sweating
a little bit and breathing heavy. At least one of his hands would
be on my back forcing me down and rubbing me as he thrusts.  I
would be holding on to his desk for the life of me as he gave me
all he had. It would be purse sexual gratification for him.

     I imagined the liberties he would take after the initial
animalist act, grabbing my package when no one was looking,
Grinding into me as he squeezed by me in a hallway or classroom,
brushing his crotch into my face when he passed my desk during
class.

     Taking a shower in the locker room was another fantasy spot.
One or any combination of my male teachers coming in and
showering with me was a common theme. I used to work out before
class and the locker room was almost completely empty.  I would
be unaware of his or the man's presence until I shockingly
noticed one of them enter.  Whichever teacher or coach it was
would play it off as normal, apologizing profusely but admitting
that "hey were just guys anyway".  He would take the shower next
to me and casually begin to wash himself.  I would be unable to
resist the urge to look and my dick would undoubtedly grow hard.
He would notice and show his own growing member, stroking it.  He
would offer to jack me off and once I was close to Cumming he
would ask if I wouldn't mind jacking him off either.  One thing
would lead to another and I would be sucking him off in the
showers, on my knees in front of him.  I would struggle to fit
the thick and long penis into my mouth.  Eventually he would end
up fucking me, pressing my chest against the cold tile walls and
fucking me against the wall.  I would feel his entire wet body
pushing against me and his face next to mine.  I would be moaning
as he grunted and breathed heavily into my ear.

     I have had variations of this same fantasy with groups of
teachers all taking advantage of me being alone in the locker
room.  They would have me take turns sucking them off and jacking
them off as nearly every male teacher at my school was present.



     The boy's dean and I always had a problematic relationship
but I definitely had fantasies involving him to no end. However
he would always be the more dominate and aggressive fantasy. I
would imagine being in trouble being forced to kneel and suck him
off. Sometimes I would have him giving me his dick through his
very professional attire slacks(through the zipper) while other
times he would drop his pants completely revealing his tighty
whities and long black socks that would rise up to his knees.
Maybe he would force me to unbuckle his belt and to pull down his
trousers to heighten the authoritarian nature of it all.  He
would be very controlling of my head, pressing my face into him,
at any moment forcing my head to be pressed against his crotch
for a couple of seconds just to assert his authority.  After his
climax I would imagine he would force me to keep his dick in my
mouth under his desk while he went about business as normal, even
if it went limp. He would continue work as normal, talking to
students and teachers as they came in but they would remain
completely unaware of the sex slave underneath his desk.

     Later in the day he could force me to ride his cock.  He
would lock his office door, undress, and lie flat on the ground.
I would be forced to impale myself on his dick even though I was
completely inexperienced.  I would have one of my hands on his
hairy, milky, chest and another one on his thick, boisterous
thigh.  His thick meaty fingers would hold my waist and pull me
down onto him, rubbing and groping me all the while.  Another
scenario had me lying on my back and him mounting my stomach,
front facing me.  He was overweight but I imagined him lightly
resting there to pin me down, distributing his weight by
balancing himself forward with one of his hands on the ground.  I
would feel his incredibly hairy legs and bottom against my smooth
stomach and the heat being generated by his bottom against my
chest.  He would use his other hand to jerk himself aiming
directly at my face.  It was a complete act of authority over me
as punishment for being a pain during school hours.  As he became
closer and closer he would mash his slimy dick against my chest
humping my sternum into the ground.  Then he would demand that I
take hold and jack him off.  He got pleasure out of me shooting
myself with his jizz.  He would alternate between laughing
giggling at me to gritting his teeth and being very serious.
After he exploded into my face I would have to lick his dick
clean as he dressed and left me there covered in his spunk.

     I also had a fantasy involving my tennis coach.  He was
shorter than me but relatively athletic, albeit stocky.  His body
hair was noticeable through athletic clothing.  He would take me
around to one of the more secluded spots of the facility,
kneeling me down.  He would quickly remove elastic waist band
athletic shorts and have me ingest his cock.  I imagined the
saltiness due to the sweat of being outside.  I imagined him
being very vocal, using phrases such as "good little cock sucker"
calling himself "daddy" and telling me how much "I like it" and
"want it".  Later this massive, very European and fair skinned
assistant coach would come around and begin to undress.  He was
far less hairy but very sweaty and pasty white.  His dick would
be very thick and hung.  He would promptly take me from behind as
I was adjusted to a doggie style position.  By the end of the
experience we would all be covering in sweat and breathing heavy.

     My English teacher was always envisioned as a very
experienced lover of boys.  He would be completely shaven and
trimmed but he was the kind of guy you could tell would be a
forest if he let the shaving go for a month.  He wore glasses and
was very proper in his mannerisms.  Fantasies involving him would
be the two of us in his classroom.  He was the drama teacher and
had a little stage, we would be up there both lying on our side
and he would enter me from behind.  Holding my right leg in the
air and fucking me.  Afterword's he would probably have us both
fuck doggie style, maybe even role-playing ourselves with his
drama equipment.

     I've even gone as far as to think about having one of my
teacher's dicks in my mouth with another's in my ass.  They would
have a sense of comradery in the deed while I would be left in
the middle moaning into one of their dicks.  It would go
something like me being fucked on my calc professor's desk while
my English teacher, religion teacher, or dean walked in.  He
would casual observe the situation for a moment while I was
fearful of being exposed.  Then he would walk over unzip and rub
his growing dick against my face until I took hold of it with my
mouth.  I imagined the awkwardness of trying to suck a dick while
being pushed by the constant thrusting.  The religion teacher was
often the choice because he was my calc teacher's best friend and
had a crazy erotic voice.  It was very deep and seemed to hit
just the right pitch to make me shudder.  He was red headed and
overweight and so I imagined his crotch and chest to be covered
in orange fur.  He would slowly undress as I sucked, signaling
that he intended for more than just a quick blow job.



     A final fantasy involved a very nerdy and shy computer
teacher at the third floor of the school.  He was shut away in a
very tiny office and I always imagined seducing him in that
office.  I liked to imagine me ripping his pants open and sucking
his short but cute wang as he put up fake protests.  It would be
the best to see what that shy and nervous guy would have been
like when aroused and ready to fuck.



     I get off on reading authoritative erotica on student
teacher hook ups (teacher using his influence/authority).

     Just about everyone who was male and in a position of power
above me attracted me.

     Let me know what you think at anon.anon.146@gmail.com