A treasured fantasy from her past comes back to tempt her.

When my grandmother passed, my husband and I flew to my hometown for the services and to support my mom. But after four days Peter had to return home to tend to business, leaving me to help Mom with all that still had to be done.

Actually, Gran had left the legal things in her lawyer’s capable hands, so the hard stuff was done, but I wanted to be there for moral support, and I didn’t want to leave Mom and Dad to deal all alone with the stream of vis­itors to be expected in a small town where everyone knows everyone else.

Among the sympathizers was Mr. J — , my old high school history teacher, who came by several days after Peter left. Back in the day I, like all the girls, had a huge crush on Mr. J — . I was so far gone that when I turned 18, I ratcheted my attentions up to open flirting, but alas, nothing came of it.

At that time I did start having sex with Peter, my future husband. And not just with him, I have to admit. I was already in love with Peter, but I was also discovering how much I liked sex. So I did it with a number of guys who hit on me when Peter wasn’t around. After cheating on him I ­always sweated bullets, though. Sometimes I even wondered if the danger wasn’t part of the attraction of screwing around, along with the chance to discover the variety of men (and cocks) out there for an eager girl to experience.

There was real danger ­involved in all my screwing around, since unlike Peter my “hookup guys” didn’t use protection. It’s like I was daring fate to knock me up. I’m still amazed that I got away with it. Like I got away with cheating on Peter.

Now, as I sat talking with Mr. J — , I thought back to his classroom, especially my last week of school, when I removed my panties every day before going to his class and every day saw him develop a lovely erection, which he hid with a folder. I made sure he got a lingering look at my long pink lips nestled among my red pubic hair. All that week I left class with my pussy positively dripping.

By the last day of class I was so horny and frustrated that I had to get Peter to drive us out to a secluded place where I fucked him silly. I knew he was trying to figure out why I was so damn horny. Luckily he never asked directly, so I didn’t have to lie to him.

Now, sitting talking to Mr. J — in my parents’ living room, I felt the old dampness in my panties. And I felt the same frustration, knowing that even now nothing would develop. Not only was he close friends with my parents, but he’d been happily married for many years. Damn!

Still, I noticed him noticing my ample breasts filling out the T-top I was wearing along with a revealing pair of shorts. I imagined him unable to tear his eyes away from the puffy areolae nestled in my lacy bra cups. I fantasized about him throwing caution to the winds and ripping my clothes off and fucking the shit out of me right there on the floor of my parents’ living room.

I was forced back to reality when Mr. J — said his good-byes, preparing to go. I wasn’t ready to give up, and walked him to his car, knowing my parents would think I was just being nice. While he didn’t exactly make a pass at me like I was hoping, he asked if I’d like to meet him later for a drink. When I said, “I’d love to,” he said his wife was out of town and so he had to be careful. If he was seen out with me, small-town tongues could wag. He asked if I’d meet him out at the reservoir.

I said, “No problem.”

We met at eight. Mr. J — had me park behind the trees, where he’d parked, out of sight of anyone who might be passing. And he kept looking to see if there was anyone around, which there wasn’t. Finally he relaxed enough to ask me to call him Josh and not be so “school-like” formal.

We found a secluded clearing and spread the blanket he’d brought, then sat down to sip some wine. When we reached our third glass, he said, “Sharon, you were quite the cock tease in my classes, especially that last week of school. You left me so horny, I was in pain.”

I said, “I’m sorry, Josh. The fact was, I had the biggest crush on you, like every other girl in school. I’d have done anything to have you.”

He said he could tell that but had to be professional to keep his job — not to mention not going to jail for messing with a minor.

“I didn’t want to cause you trouble either,” I said, “so I didn’t flash you until after I turned 18. I can tell you that I left my last class with you so horny that I had to go out and get myself laid.”

For a while we just looked at each other. Then I reached over and rubbed his bulging erection. I said, “I’m not your student anymore, Josh. Touch me, please!”

“And our spouses?”

“I know I don’t plan to tell them,” I replied. “Do you?”

Then the thing I’d wanted for more than a decade happened. Josh embraced me, pressing his lips to mine. It turned into a passionate open-mouthed kiss, leaving me breathless and trembling. Magically, my top and bra disappeared, allowing him to bury his face between my breasts and lavish them with kisses and tender love bites. Getting his shirt off I popped several buttons, but I got to run my fingers through his beautiful thick chest hair.

Josh kept saying I had the loveliest breasts he had ever laid hands on. What he didn’t know was that they’re so sensitive, I often come just from having the nipples sucked. So he was startled when I murmured, “God, I’m coming! Oh, that’s good!”

The next thing I knew, my shorts vanished, along with my wet panties. I was ready to fuck, but Josh said, “I’ve dreamed about eating your pussy for years.” And what a pussy-eater he turned out to be! He ate me for seven or eight minutes and had me so hot that it was a relief when I finally came.

Soon I felt the tip of his cock part my cunt lips. He paused to ask if he needed to use protection. I said, “No! For Christ’s sake, just give it to me!” He entered me slowly. His ample cock felt wonderful in me.

What a sensuous lover Josh was! He traced his whole cock lightly but continuously over my sensitive nubbin, and again had me in a state of frenzy. I thought I’d go crazy if he didn’t give me release, which he finally did, just before he shot his load in me. I clung to him, moaning, “Yes, Mr. J — ! I’ve waited so long to feel your hot come in my pussy!”

He went soft and carefully dismounted but held me while he fought for breath. Once he collected himself, he said, “You were supposed to call me Josh.” I said I knew, but after all the years of fantasizing, it really was “Mr. J — ” I was fucking. “Thank you, Josh,” I said, “it was all I dreamed. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

“If you don’t believe me when I tell you it was fantastic,” he said, “just feel this,” and he put my hand on his renewed erection.

“Oh, Mr. J — ,” I cooed, “please stuff that back in my cunt.” And he did. I said, “I hope you don’t mind how sloppy it is down there.”

“You aren’t sloppy,” he said, “just slippery with natural lubricants. You’re as snug and wonderful-feeling as before.”

He fucked me even longer this time, again driving me to a wild climax, then blowing his nut in me. Afterward he lay by me clutching my right breast. I loved playing with his beautiful cock, even limp. Then he said, “Give me a little time and I think I can get it up again, sweetie.”

I said, “I only have to get back before my parents get up in the morning. So just relax and let it happen.”

We passed the wine bottle back and forth, sipping from it while talking so softly, you’d have thought we were in a crowd of people who might overhear! Josh said hesitantly, “You know, I’m not used to hearing a woman use the C-word.”

“Why, Mr. J — ,” I said, “don’t tell me you’re too shy to say ‘cunt.’ Cunt is just about my favorite word. I love having men try to see mine, then getting a hard-on and wanting to fuck me. Didn’t you enjoy looking at my cunt back when I used to flash it at you?”

“Yes,” he said. “Hell, yes! I about had a heart attack when you started coming to class without panties. That week I came in my pants twice, in fact. The thing is, I’ve never spoken to a lady using words like that.”

I laughed, then said, “Try it. You may like it! Besides, I’m not exactly a lady. My husband often calls me his ‘little slut.’ One day when I was at my doctor’s I told him I wanted him to ‘check my cunt’ and he got red-faced and started to sweat!”

The next time Josh offered me the wine I refused, saying, “No, thank you, I’d rather suck your cock.”

He said, “I ­always fantasized about having it buried in your luscious mouth.”

He was already mostly hard by the time I wrapped my lips around his cock, and he was soon fully erect. I took it deep in my mouth, unable to believe this was ­finally happening! He really got into it, clutching my head and pumping his hips until I felt his cockhead swell up, just as I was about to give him a happy ending.

But he pulled my head off his cock, saying, “No, please, I’d like to stick it in your cunt again to get my rocks off.” He shoved it in and soon came so hard, he scared me. I was afraid I’d killed him! But he came around, and said, “That was the best, Sharon.” A few minutes later he said, “We’d best try to find our clothes, because you’ve worn me out for tonight.”

I drove back to my parents’ after making plans to meet Josh at six the next night at a restaurant bar in a city 70 miles away. I figured I would just tell my parents I was going to spend the weekend with a friend of mine, since we weren’t meeting the lawyer again until Monday afternoon.

I arrived at the bar wearing a short tight skirt with a supportive bra and button-up white blouse much like I wore to school. I was sitting on a bar stool waiting with my legs crossed, since I hadn’t worn panties, when Josh walked in. He said I looked ravishing and kissed my cheek, then said, “We should find a table where we’ll have more privacy.” I agreed and slipped off my stool, flashing him and another man nearby my naked pussy. Josh groaned, and as we made our way to a corner table he called me “a wicked little witch.”

I positioned myself so I could flash Josh my snatch while we had drinks and dinner. As it happened, he wasn’t the only man who noticed, so I wound up with a number of guys craning their heads to get a peek up my skirt.

When we finished eating, Josh said sternly, “You’ve misbehaved all I’m going to put up with, Miss P — . I’m going to need to see you in my office immediately.” It thrilled me to have him address me the way he used to, so I said, “Yes, Mr. J — , take me there now.”

The moment we entered the room in the adjoining motel Josh said, “You are in serious trouble, young lady.” After seating himself in the chair at the desk, he said, “You deserve stern punishment for your unladylike ­actions. Come here.” I did, but when he said, “Now bare your bottom and bend over my knee so I can paddle you,” I whined, “No, my daddy never spanks me.”

“Do as I say,” he said, “or it’ll be twice as bad. Now go on and pull your skirt up and drop your panties so I can punish you.”

I said, “But isn’t there something else you can do? I don’t have any panties on.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, saying, “Pull up that skirt or I’ll take it off.”

I tugged it up slowly to my waist, then bent over his knee, fully expecting to feel the sting of his hand come down on my ass. Instead, though, he began rubbing my cheeks. He said, “Your tight little ass is simply too pretty to spank,” and proceeded to rub my ass and thighs for a good five minutes. Then he pushed my legs apart and trailed his fingertips up and down my inner thighs, lightly brushing the hair growing on my outer cunt lips. By then my juices were flowing freely, so I knew he was feeling my moistness as his fingers ­caressed my cunt.

He said, “This view of your little pussy is simply heavenly, Sharon.”

I said, “Damn it, Josh, let’s quit the BS and get nasty.”

We tumbled onto the king-size bed and gave each other a quick feel before Josh mounted me and slipped easily into me. We fucked without urgency, knowing we had the ­entire weekend to enjoy our newfound intimacy. The sex was incredible, and his stamina was amazing. He’d fuck me for two hours or more before blowing his wad, then be back for more much quicker than I could believe. He confessed to loading up on Viagra, but I didn’t care. He certainly satisfied me!

When we parted after that amazing weekend, Josh said I’d given him the best time of his life. I said, “I bet you say that to all the girls,” and he blushed.

Mom and I got everything ­finished up by Wednesday, and that night I gave Mr. J — some parting pussy before leaving for home the next morning. When I got home, I gave Peter all my come-stained panties, which I’d sealed in zipper bags. I said I had something really nasty to tell him. Needless to say, I got fucked royally while I told him about finally fucking my teacher.

About a year later I got a phone call from Mr. J — saying he was going to be attending a seminar at a college near us. Peter insisted that I invite him to stay with us, and he accepted without hesitation. But that’s another story!