' In fact, it had been so long since I'd had a fuck that I was not so much likely as a racing certainty. Anyway, as I passed the bank doorway, the blo...de suddenly grabbed my wrists and another, bigger, more formidable woman helped her bundle me down an alley. It was all done with such little fuss that, if performed in the library, it would have barely caused Mr Montague, our most regular patron, to stir from his afternoon nap. My God, I thought, this is Okehampton, not Baghdad. In the alley the. ..”Mom didn’t clarify that—she was pretty upset—but I soon got a full run-down on the situation. At the start of the 9th grade, my beautiful teacher—the widowed Mrs. Amanda Blaylock—took me aside for a private meeting after school. I felt a little awkward about that; although I had only just entered her class.I had seen her around the school before, and—when I first discovered masturbation a year before—she figured prominently in my fantasies. 42 years old, with a pretty face and long red hair—. You’ll learn fast, honey,” Amanda said with her best southern accent, which was terrible. “What got into you? Line dancing. Kayla, you’ll need to change into some jeans and cowboy boots.” When Kayla left the table, Amanda called after her, “Not too tight.”She shook her head as she got up from the table, and we carried the dishes to the sink. She mumbled line dancing a couple more times, shaking her head wondering how I’d come up with that. I had a plan.We piled into the pickup truck and set. " "Yes, just go ahead, I'm really close, too," and just after I'd said that, he jammed into me with a big groan and I felt his semen spurting warmly into me deep, deep inside as I suddenly bucked back and forth a few times and felt my whole insides just light up in a fantastic orgasm and I laid there, shivering and quaking, under him. He was down over me, kissing me over and over. "Oh, Kat, it was so wonderful, you are just the most perfect woman there is," and he shoved hard into me again and.