1. Pleasure Camp


    Date: 7/14/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Voyeur, Author: live987, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    *** A story about a young substitute teacher who explores his maturing taste in women. *** When I returned to my old high school as a fill-in teacher, 5 years after graduating, I was a changed man. It was amazing just how much my tastes had changed in such a short time... matured even... and I appreciated what I'd never noticed before. In the years since school, I'd gone to university in the city, and as many people do, I got around a bit with some pretty hot college girls. It was the typical scenario of going out to the uni bars, drinking the night away with a group of fellow students from the campus, and then taking home a random girl for some d***ken fun back at our share-house nearby. Lots of alcohol, crowded pubs, pencil-thin blondes and brunettes dressed in very little clothing, intoxicatingly strong perfume with heaps of make-up, and seductive moves on the dance floor. We'd have to yell our conversations over the top of the loud music while trying to get to know each other. If it went well, there would be some full-on tongue kissing on the spot, a couple more drinks, then a short walk back home with them. After we'd stumble inside, managing to just remember each other's names, we'd kiss our way to my room, hands would disappear into each other's pants, I'd often score a blowjob, and then we'd vanish under the covers until the early hours of the morning. All of them had smoothly shaved bald pussies, there'd be some hot moaning as my fingers disappeared into the wetness, ...
    followed by d***ken sex in a variety of positions. A quick exit in the morning would follow after an exchange of phone numbers, and then we'd rarely see other again. The only reminder left in the room from the night before would be the smell of a brewery, mixed with stale perfume from my female visitor overnight. Yeah, it was a lot of fun, but every experience became too similar to the last. I needed something different. After a while it was a bit like the old saying - Sex is like air. You only notice it's important once you're not getting enough! Almost as if in sync, the frequent fucking dried up as quickly as my university studies stopped. I had sharpened up my act and tried to grow up somewhat - shaving every day, dressing nicely, and barely going out... all while trying to find a job and live in the real world. I was pretty lucky to land some work as a fill-in teacher at my old high school. Not much had changed there. Most of the teachers that taught me were still around. The biggest change for me was getting to call the teachers by their first names, instead of Mr or Ms Surname. I was happy to see Ms Raven still taught at the school. I could call her Andrea now. Andrea had 3 boys who were all students at the school over the years. Two of them older, the third one younger than me. She'd taught me English in my senior year, and was a teacher that most students loved. She was happy to just sit around and talk during lessons. We knew she was a single mother - the father of ...
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