When I was about 19 or so, I was working on getting my 2-year degree from a local community college, and had to meet a few of the general education requirements. I worked hard to find the easiest courses possible for this, and settled on a "Film Appreciation" class to meet one of the requirements.

It was a strange class. We'd watch bizarre films, often subtitled, and write reports afterward.

Since junior college classes transfer to a 4-year college as creditno credit anyway, I decided to ask to take this class on that basis so I could slack off even more.

At the start of the next class, I met with the teacher, a 40-something woman. Not ugly, but no beauty either, and a little on the plump side. She immediately said, "You don't need to do that. Just take the class for a grade." I was puzzled, having no clue why she would respond this way, and was searching for a diplomatic way to try again. She said, "Come talk to me after the class, and we'll sort it out." Very strange, but she was busy preparing for the class and other students were approaching with various concerns, so I took my seat. After the class, I went back to meet with her again, and this time she was hurriedly packing up her things. As I approached, she said, "It's been a really long day, and I want to get out of here.

Let's walk and talk, OK?" This was turning out to be a pain in the soft place, but what the hell, OK, I'd go along.

As we walked out, she asked me where I was parked, which I thought strange.

I figured she was in a hurry, so she'd make me walk out to her car in the teacher's lot and then I'd have to hoof it across campus to my car. She said we could talk about it while we walked, and asked if I wouldn't mind then giving her a ride to her car in the teacher's lot. OK, I could do that. Instead of talking about my request, she started talking personal stuff. She asked me how old I was, about my scholastic goals and plans for the future, and even asked me if I had a girlfriend which I didn't. As we approached the parking lot, she asked me about my reasons for wanting to take the class CNC and I explained it to her. She understood, but she said she thought it would still be better to get an A in her class than to take it just for credit. I agreed, but said I wasn't sure I would manage an A. She laughed, and said, "Oh come on now, it can't be all that hard.

I'm sure you could easily get an A." We got to my car and I opened the door to let her in. As she did, she smiled at me in a way that felt very flirty, but I still wasn't thinking that way. I got in the car and we continued talking. I told her I was working full-time, and my time was pretty limited. "Oh you poor baby, " she said, now definately flirting with me.

"No time for school, no time for a girl friend. What kind of life is that for a young guy?" "Yeah, I guess you're right, " I replied. "But that's how it is right now." "Look, " she said.

"You can stop worrying about my class right now.

It's film appreciaion. You appreciate films, right? OK, then! Who's to say what you should like and not like.

You appreciate films, you've got an A, so forget about that." I looked at her a little stunned. I sure hadn't expected that. Most teachers take themselves so seriously and think their courses are all-important. While I was searching for a proper reply, she continued, "You should be more worried about finding apprecation for the things that really matter, don't you think?" I sat there looking at her, totally puzzled. She broke me out of my confusion by reaching over and grabbing hold of my length through the pants and began squeezing it and smiling.

I think she enjoyed watching my jaw drop, as she started laughing with a giggle. Naturally, my 19-year-old length sprang right to attention. She began to unbuckle me and reached inside my underwear to pull out my length, stroking it quickly to a full erection. Hell, I didn't care that she was not hottie.

It's pretty damn sexy having a teacher suddenly pull your length out and start playing with it! She wasted no time popping it into her mouth and started sucking on it like a woman starved.

The sounds of her hungry sucking and my lack of getting laid in a long time had me ready to squirt in no time. I tried to get her to stop, because I didn't want to embarrass myself by being a "minute man", and I told her, "Stop! Stop! I'm going to cum.

" Rather than stopping, she just sucked hard while encouraging me with her eager "Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmmm!" That proved to be more than I could take, and I started squirting hard into her hungry mouth. As the cum started flowing into her mouth, she eagerly swallowed it, making delightful sounds of approval and appreciation as she did so.

Talk about hot! I never thought it could be so sexy having a 40-something plumpster sucking my length, but let me tell you, I was out of my mind! She stopped sucking, but kept my length in her mouth, making sure that every drop went down her throat, and clearly wanting to enjoy length in her mouth for as long as possible.

When she fiually came up, her face was glazed over and she was lost in passion. She just kept repeating, "God that was good.

" She leaned back in her seat, reclining it as much as possible and as she kept constantly focussed on my eyes, she lifted up her dress, and pulled her panties and hose down to her ankles and ripped them off with her feet. She spread the lips of her very hairy bush and began playing herself with her fingers, and flicking her personal place.

She kept saying things, like "Oh god, that's so good. Oh play yes." She'd ask me things like "You like that?", but it was clearly rhertorical and I didn't reply.

She worked herself into a frenzy and soon started to cum loundly. Although it was dark out and no one was around, I began to get a little nervous as she was cumming so loudly! As she finished cumming, she broke her eye contact, and slowly became quiet and still. The smell of sex was strong in the car. I quietly zipped up, and she said nothing.

She picked up her panties and hose and stuffed them in her purse, and put her shoes back on. For quite some time, she sat there quietly, avoiding my eyes and seeming rather nervous. "Where is your car parked?", I finally asked her. "Um. It's, um, in Lot C", she stammered. We drove in silence to the lot and she pointed out her car. As I pulled in behind it and stopped, she looked at me nervously, trying to think of what to say, and obviously a bit embarrassed. I reached over to her and pulled her mouth to mine and gave her a quick, but we kiss. "That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced, " I told her truthfully. "Me too!" she replied. "I don't know what came over me to be so crazy. I sure hope you are discrete.

" It was more of a question than a statement. I soft placeured her that it was our secret. I was nervous too. I wasn't all that sophisticated at 19, and I didn't know what to expect next. I asked her if we could meet again after class sometime, to which she beamed a huge smile. "You bet!", she said. "But how about next time we take it to my place? I want to feel that hard young thingy of yours inside me!" Wow, I was already getting hard againgt "How about right now?" I suggested. She thought about it, but I think she probably wanted to have a chance to clean up her place and get it ready first, because she finally said no, we should wait.

I must've jerked off a dozen times between then and the next class, two days later. Do you want to hear about what happened then? It really happened, and to this day, it makes me hard to remember it!