Back when I was a freshman, I had an English teacher named Ms. K. She was smart and gorgeous and I fantasized about her all the time. She was about 5 ...oot 6 with black hair, 34 C’s and long legs. I looked forward to her class every day to see what skimpy outfits she would wear. She knew how hot she was and she flaunted it. On Halloween, she came to class dressed up as a witch and I almost lost it. Our celebration last week ended at a place called The Spot, not a very clever name but also not. I offered to leave, but she insisted that I stay and and told me she really wanted to talk and hoped she could get the baby back down pretty quickly. As she stood up and walked out of the room, I could see her tits swaying, and could not help staring at her perfect ass, as her shorts had slipped up into her crack. Just before she went through the door, she turned around, gave me a big smile, and told me to stay right where I was.Only a few minutes later, she returned with the baby in her. Her smile was adorable and she smiled a lot. And I thought that her body was nice for a woman in her late thirties. But for some reason, her ever-present dangly earrings turned me on. I would get an erection when I imagined kissing her ears. She'd moan and slip her arms around my neck. Those were the only fantasies I had involving Helen until I was eighteen. That’s when things between us became sexual. We were watching TV one Saturday afternoon when she sat down next to me, put one arm around. He held her tight as he pumped out the last drops. She fought to get released. He hadn’t given her the chance to gulp in some air before he locked her down. She was gasping and nearly passed out from lack of air. Spit and slobber were running from her mouth and nose. She grabbed his towel and wiped her face clean.Steve sheepishly said, “I’m sorry, but you pretty much told me to do that.”“I’m not whining about it. It just takes me a minute.”“I’ve never had a blowjob like that in my life.”“Then.