(I swearthe P.E. master picked me to play full back knowing I would be the target ofthe opposing front row.)After that first memorable occasion, which...produced only a few small drops ofclear fluid, there was no stopping me. My hand was in my trousers at everyopportunity, bringing myself off several times a day. My semen productionincreased dramatically also, so that six months later I was spurtingprodigious amounts. From then on I wore one of her nighties every night. I also began tryingother. Then she had immediately dropped to her knees and sucked him off for the first time to make up for her kneeing him.She giggled at the memory. Her poor baby was so confused by her actions. She had continued to suck him at every opportunity after that, still did, in fact, and he quit trying to force her into bed. He still tried in a half-hearted manner, like he thought he was supposed to, but he respected her when she declined. Of course, getting a first-class blow job whenever he was refused. And this is the fifth story to my edition of stories. Well this incidence happened a few years ago with my higher secondary teacher, well her name was Rita Sabastian . She was every boy’s fantasy during my Higher secondary days, she use to wear all the short skirts and tight Salwar that would reveal her nicely shaped body to the students she was an absolute pleasure to watch.But when I was in School, that is +1,+2. I was not a flamboyant as my other friends. They use to talk to her in a manner. I could feel him grow once againHe came and his thrusts became almost uncontrollable. He pumped warm come into my ass. At this point, it almost felt good.I woke up alone again. I grabbed my robe and headed to the pool. Tim was swimming and Jenni was eating berries.I jumped into the pool; part cleanup, part exerciseTim finished and sat on the edge. As I finished we talked for a whileI didn’t notice how he slickly grabbed my face and drew me into his crotch. I was soon giving him another blow.