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My name is Patrick and I was seventeen when I fucked and had an affair with my married thirty-seven-year-old black teacher, Mrs. Jennings. I am fifty-five now so all this took place in the early eighties.When I was seventeen I was an arrogant, cocky kid and I thought I had a right to be. I was very good-looking with a well-built body that I kept in shape with weights, running, sit-ups, pushups, and other exercises. At seventeen I stood six feet two inches tall, with well-defined muscles but not overly bulky like a bodybuilder, light brown hair short hair, blue eyes that I still get compliments on to this day, and a very handsome face. Basically, I was one of those hot guys girls looked at, and yes I knew it and I noticed it. I was also a very good athlete and played football and baseball for my high school. I was such a good football player that my ability got me a scholarship at a Division II college.Another thing that made me cocky and arrogant was the fact I knew how to please a woman sexually even being a seventeen-year-old boy. I knew this because at the time my story starts I was two months out of a sexual-only relationship that lasted for about eight months with a thirty-two-year-old woman who had a thing for younger boys. Diane lived in the same apartment complex as I did and she was rather kinky and taught me a lot about sex, and Diane and I fucked a lot until she moved out of the complex we lived in. To add to my arrogance I also knew I had a very nice cock. At seventeen it was nine inches long and had a nice girth to it. Yes, I knew the length and girth because Diane told me it was bigger than average and she measured it once. Growing up it was just me and my mother who worked and we lived in apartments since I was four, ever since my parents got divorced. I never saw much of my father. My mother did not want me to go to a public school for high school, even though I wanted to because that’s where all my friends went, but she sent me to a private school. Now the private school I went to was not some elite, fancy, expensive school at all. It was the least expensive private school in the city I lived, like most private schools in the south it was founded by a church (Baptist church for my school) and was one my mother could afford with a little help financially from my grandparents.The school had only about one hundred and fifty students in their ninth to twelfth grade, heck my class graduated only twenty-eight students and it was considered one of the largest classes. Being founded by an Independent Baptist Church they focused a great deal on religion, much more so than they did on academics. We did have sports teams and competed in Division 1 Private and Parochial Schools division; basically other Private Christian Schools. The school also had a lot of rules and a dress code.Boys had to keep their hair cut short, over the ears, and off the collar in the back, girls had to wear dresses that could not be more than an inch above the knees and when we had gym classes boys could not go into the gym when girls had gym class and vice versa and other rules that were biblically based. I had a few good teachers but most were more on the religious fanatic side, and I had some good friends at school but I called them school friends because I never hung out with them out of school. Most of my very good friends were kids that lived in the apartment complex and went to public school. My football/baseball coach really liked me and it was with his help that I got my scholarship. Other members of the faculty did not like me that much and one was the principal, Mr. Jennings. But that was fine by me because I never liked that fat son of a bitch either, but I did like his wife.Mrs. Jennings was my English/Music teacher and I thought she was attractive and sexy. She was also very nice, had a good sense of humor, was a good teacher, and almost all the students liked her. She truly cared for her students and their performance in her class. While I had a crush on her and thought she was sexy the other boys at school did not agree with me. The reason they did not agree or admit that they thought Mrs. Jennings was attractive and sexy as I did was that Mrs. Jennings was black. She was not only the only black teacher at the small private school; she was the only black person on campus. We had no black students. It was not odd or abnormal for some of the private schools in our county to not have black students. Most people don’t realize that a lot of private schools in the south, maybe other states as well, were founded in the 1960s and early 1970s when public schools started to integrate. White parents did not want their kids to go to school with black kids. All of the private schools in my area were founded with support from a church.Of the five private schools in my city, two had black students. One was the Catholic Private school that was founded in the late 1800s and the other was the Presbyterian Private school founded about ten years later. The Protestants wanted their own school to counter the Catholics. Both of those schools Ankara escort were very elite and very expensive and offered great academic studies. Like the school I went to, the other two private schools were founded within the past fifteen or twenty years and while the tuition was more than the school I went to, it was not as high as the more prestigious Catholic and Presbyterian schools. Both of those schools cost as much as college tuition and, depending on the college, even more. Mrs. Jennings’s husband was white, extremely overweight, and about seven or maybe eight years older than his black wife. He had been the school principal for six years, longer than I attended the school, but Mrs. Jennings had only been a teacher at the school for the past two years and my senior year would be her third year. Before that, she was teaching at the local community college. She came to teach at our school because of a shortage of teachers available at the school. I knew they had been married since she graduated college but that was the extent of what I knew about her personal life at the time. All the teachers had to be members of the church that sponsored the school and devoted Christians. Most, especially the elementary teachers had no teaching skills or experience and were just men or women who went to the church and had a college degree and were asked to get a teaching certificate and teach. The pay was much lower than other schools, both public and private. Mrs. Drew, our high school history teacher, was from Cuba and knew nothing about history. She was hot though and was the teacher all the boys lusted after. Our school focused more on trying to “save” the students and on the King James Version of the Bible than they did on academics. They taught just the bare minimum academics required by the state for a student to get a diploma. Another thing that made it odd for the school to hire Mr. Jennings as its principal and have Mrs. Jennings teach there was that the religious board members, who the pastor of the church was the president, did not believe in interracial dating. They never came out and directly said the reason they did not allow black students was because they were afraid of interracial dating, but it was hinted at often. I think they hired Mr. Jennings because he was very close to being fanatical in his religion and very devout and he did have an impeccable background in education on his resume. He was also a pervert to an extent. In my sophomore year, one of my female friends at school, who had ample breasts already, was sent to his office because she was told her top was too low cut. She told me Mr. Jennings made her feel very uncomfortable because he kept staring at her cleavage the entire time he was telling her how inappropriate her top was. I noticed other times he stared at the other girls at school like that as well. Mrs. Jennings was thirty-seven and petite. She could not have been more than five feet three inches tall and I assumed she weighed only about one hundred and fifteen or twenty pounds. The only reason I think she weighed that much was because of her large breasts and what I thought was a fantastic ass. Her hair was as black as midnight, curly, and kinked out from her head and then fell down to her shoulders, a popular hairstyle for black women in the 1980s. Mrs. Jennings had smooth dark brown espresso color skin that was free of any blemishes. Her face was cute with a slightly wide but not flat nose and flared nostrils, high cheekbones, and a small mouth with nice full lips.She wore little makeup. She wore conservative dresses and skirts and loose-fitting tops and frumpy clothes, but that could not completely hide her figure. I thought if she wore a canvas tarp for a dress it would not hide her figure. I tried to be politically correct and not stereotype, but to describe her physical features as best as I can, Mrs. Jennings had the physical attributes of a stereotypical black woman. I mentioned that I thought some of her body weight came from her breasts and butt and I was not exaggerating. At seventeen I was not an expert on a woman’s bra size but I would have assumed she had thirty-four or maybe even thirty-six-sized C cup breasts. Not being a guy who is much into breasts, I never cared about a girl’s breast size; it was Mrs. Jennings’s ass that always had my attention. She had a glorious butt. It bubbled out behind her but as far as I could tell from the clothes she wore, it looked as if it was still tight. I may have been wrong because it was hard to judge from her clothes, but it looked like it was, or at least I fantasized it was. She did not have wide hips though so that made her butt look even more delicious. Also based on the clothes I had only ever seen her wear it appeared she had a thin waist. I would wonder what her thighs looked like. Mrs. Jennings never wore a dress or skirt that came above her knees and when she sat down she did so in such a lady-like manner her dress or skirt never rode up above her knees. Her legs below her Ankara escort bayan knees were shapely and sexy. I wondered if she had thicker thighs like the black girls that lived in the apartments where I lived had. They would show them off in the summertime by wearing tight short, shorts. My crush on Mrs. Jennings was not all-consuming or out of control. It was just a slight crush and yes I thought about what it would be like to fuck her, and while I thought about her at times when I masturbated, she did not make her way into my jerk-off fantasies every night, just on occasion. She was an attractive black woman but not one of those women men would call “super-hot”, a “raving beauty”, or an “ebony goddess”. She was not an older woman in her late thirties that looked many years younger. She did look her age or maybe a couple of years younger, but I found her attractive.Maybe I had a crush on her because after fucking Diane as much as I did I now had a thing for older women, maybe it was because she was so nice and ladylike and classy and prim and proper. Maybe I thought about fucking her because I hated her fat husband, maybe because she was a black woman and I had never had sex with a black woman and found the black girls in my neighborhood sexy. Hell, maybe it was all of those things. It could have been that I wanted her because Mrs. Jennings was unattainable and pure. At seventeen I had sex with four girls. The first was Selina who lived in our apartment complex and was two years older than me. She was pretty and had a reputation for being a slut, which was justified. I fucked her on several different occasions and even once talked her into a threesome with me and my best friend Michael.Then there was Karen and Rhonda. They were sisters. Karen was nineteen at the time and Rhonda was sixteen, my age at the time. They lived in one of the houses on the street that backed up to our apartment complex and both were promiscuous. I had sex with Rhonda in her room and when we were done she left the room and her older sister Karen came into the room and said it was her turn.Then there was my sexual relationship with Diane. Diane was a sexual freak, no other way to describe her, with several kinks and fetishes. Diane liked to be controlled and somewhat dominated by her male lovers, she liked sex toys used on her, she enjoyed being tied up, and she enjoyed anal sex and other sexual kinky activities. Diane taught me so much and not only to be a dominant lover but also how to please a girl sexually. She taught me not all girls or women enjoyed being dominated or having rough sex and taught me how to make love with passion as well. I was neither the first nor going to be the last younger man she had sex with and she told me she also had sex with girls. Of my sexual experiences, I never dated or had sex with a girl who was not slutty or innocent, or black. Something that bugged me about Mrs. Jennings was that I don’t think she liked me very much. I knew her husband did not, her fat ass husband hated me. In my junior year, I briefly dated a girl from school and Mr. Jennings actually called her into his office and advised her not to date me. Told her I was not the type of boy she should date. I don’t know what he said that except the fact he just disliked me that much. The girl ignored him and we dated for about three months but never had sex and I never pushed the issue on her. I knew she was a virgin and a good girl. We broke up and remained very good friends afterward. So maybe Mrs. Jennings’s husband influenced his wife’s judgment about me.While she was fair and impartial in my grades and classwork, I could tell by the tone of her voice when she answered my questions or asked me questions, or spoke directly to me in class that she did not seem to care for me much. I was not a class clown or a bully or act out in classes like some of the other kids so I did not know why she did not seem to like me. In my junior year, she gave me detention and said I had a smart mouth and in front of the class she said I would learn that I could not get away with things in life just on my looks and charm.It was when we were studying a poem about Mary and Joseph in a cherry tree grove. Mary asked Joseph to pick her some cherries and Joseph replied for her to ask the man who got her with child to pick them for her. The poem went on about how God picked Mary some cherries and how Joseph then came to believe Jesus was God’s son. Mrs. Jennings asked the class what was the significance of the cherries. I answered it was because of Mary’s virginity. Of course, some of the kids in class laughed. Now I was being serious and not making a joke, but Mrs. Jennings saw it differently. My affair started with Mrs. Regina Jennings the first week in August before I was to start my senior year of high school. The school year was to start in a week and a half and I had just finished the second football practice in the afternoon of our weeks of two-a-days. I had stayed after practice to work out in the weight room Escort Ankara and was at my car, my car was a 1973 yellow Volks Wagon Beetle Bug when I saw Mrs. Jennings carrying boxes into the music classroom. I know not the most masculine car for me to have, but it was my mother’s and she had recently bought a new car and gave me the Bug. I felt very grateful to even have a car. The music classroom was really just a small single-wide trailer set a little apart from the rest of the buildings. Feeling bad she was carrying boxes all by herself and also wanting just to talk to her, I walked over and asked if I could help. Mrs. Jennings was wearing a pair of conservative white shorts that fit loosely on the legs and waist, but tight around her butt. She had her hair pulled tight to her scalp and in a ponytail that fizzled out after the band that held her ponytail in place. I don’t think she could have found anything in her size that did not fit tight around her awesome ass. She had on a button-down red blouse and while not very tight across the chest her breasts were still very noticeable. I had never seen her dressed in anything but conservative dresses or skirts and got my first look at what her body looked like in something more revealing. I was very impressed with what I saw. She did not see me walking over to her so I took the time to admire what I was looking at without getting busted for leering. I walked to her very slowly so I could keep looking. She had nice legs and yes she had thicker thighs but not too thick or fat and she did not have what women refer to as “saddlebag hips”. As I watched her place herself in different positions to move the boxes I got several nice views of her body. Mrs. Jennings had a nice hourglass figure and her butt bubbled out more than I had been able to notice in her loose-fitting dressed and skirts. Once, she turned her back to me, and with her feet close together she bent over to pick up a box. Even with her thicker thighs, I could see she had a nice thigh gap between her legs. Her shorts and panties had ridden up her butt crack and I thought I could see the mound of her pussy, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. If I had to rate Mrs. Jennings on a scale of one to ten, seeing her every day at school I would have said she was a six, maybe a seven. Seeing her in the clothes she had on that day and getting a much better look at her body, my rating went up to an eight maybe nine. As for me, I was wearing a sweat-soaked half tee shirt and gym shorts; now this was the early eighties and the style of gym shorts back then was short and a little tight. We now call that style from back in the day “Magnum PI Shorts.”When I got closer to her and offered my help, she gave a flinch from me startling her and she looked at me and I saw doubt in her eyes, she frowned, and I saw her petite body tighten. That annoyed me. “Ok, never mind then, I was just trying to be nice and my mother taught me to be a gentleman and help women in need.” That was true. After a couple of seconds, Mrs. Jennings seemed to relax and smiled at me.”I am sorry, you just startled me,” she took a pause and a deep breath, “yes, Patrick, that is so sweet. I would appreciate your help. These boxes are heavy,” Mrs. Jennings told me. Maybe it was the mention of my mother that made her relax. After getting to know her through parent-teacher meetings my mother thought very highly of Mrs. Jennings and Mrs. Jennings thought the same about my mother. She respected my mother for being a single mother and working hard. I started to unload and carry the boxes in the trailer and I did not think they were all that heavy but Mrs. Jennings was so small and petite I could see where she would think so. I even carried a few stacked together and she actually laughed and playfully called me a show-off. She was acting much more friendly to me than she ever had before. The boxes were filled with books, music sheets, and other things she needed for her classroom. “I can help you unpack if you want? I don’t have anything to do this afternoon,” I offered. She was bending over and unpacking a box and my eyes were focused on her butt. I could not understand why she married that fat ass husband of hers.Mrs. Jennings looked over her shoulder and blushed when she caught me staring at her butt and she stood up. “That would be great,” she said. She was a lady and had class and ignored my obvious staring. “I heard Coach Parker is helping you get a football scholarship,” She said as we unpacked boxes and she directed me where to put things. She no longer talked to me as teacher-to-student but as just two normal people having a conversation. “Yes, Ma’am.””That’s great, Patrick. You deserve it because you are very good. Last year you were the county’s player of the week three or four times?””Five,” I answered and puffed out my chest. I was proud of that. “You like football?”“Oh, yes. My older brother played in college at NC State. He was also drafted to the NFL in the fourth round by Cleveland, but in his second professional game he got hurt and the injury ended his career.” She looked at me and gave me a stern look, “That’s why you need to also focus on your school work and graduate college. You never can tell what may happen. Don’t just rely on your athletic ability to get through life,” her tone became once more like teacher Mrs. Jennings.
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