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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: Is the city in danger with a cougar on the prowl? The young twentysomething men are for sure! Hide yourself hunks, Miss Collins is hunting. What happens when a veteran high school teacher finds a young male teacher right out of college is hot for her stirs up a storm. Soon she discovers her power over young men, when he introduces her to a few close friends who also worship older men. Miss Collins is another wonderful addition to the wild and gloriously spicy erotic world of Eleanor Tremaine! Here's a real treat for anyone who likes their erotic romance with an extra level of sexuality!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [86 KB]
Words: 17914
Reading time: 51-71 min.

CHAPTER ONE

My children call me Miss Collins.

You see, I am a kindergarten teacher, and so, when I say "my children" and I am addressed as "Miss," I guess you can deduce that I have never been married.

And your deduction would be correct.

In another age, I would have been classified as a spinster. Or an old maid.

And I guess I am. But what I am not is a fussy old maid.

From the time I was in high school, I have had no lack of boyfriends. I lost my virginity in the front seat of a Ford coupe. The car was a gearshift. And I have to say, that was the most uncomfortable fuck I have ever had.

Eddie, my boyfriend, was nervous and couldn't get it up at first. I knew enough to suck his cock. I got him hard, and then when he got it in, I bled all over his felt seat covers.

Yes, there were more boyfriends in high school with whom I went steady. And I delivered for each one. And loved it.

When I went on to college at UCLA, I went through four steady boyfriends and enough passing fancies to lose count.

And I've been proposed to three times and propositioned loads of times.

But the proposals were from guys who I thought were pretty dorky, so I turned them all down. However, I didn't turn many of the propositions down. Hey, let's face it. I've always liked to fuck.

I've been teaching at Flatland Elementary School here in Los Angeles for six years now.

My last boyfriend was Aiden Foster, the principal of the school.

Aiden's wife died a little over a year ago.

Cracked the guy up pretty bad. But about six months after she passed away, he began to get horny again.

One day, after the kids had left the classroom, he came down to my room all flustered and kind of mumbled and asked me if I'd like to have dinner with him at an Italian restaurant called Amalfi. The invitation was for the next night, a Friday.

Well, I liked the man all right. He was pushing fifty and was kind of stuffy and had a potbelly. But he was a decent fellow, I like Italian food, he was my boss, and I hadn't had any dick for nearly a year. So I told him I would be delighted.

He picked me up at my place the next evening at six o'clock sharp in his Prius and drove to La Brea where the restaurant is located.

It's a nice place and he had reserved a table by the fireplace.

We both had Martinis, which I thought was a nice beginning. We each ordered a pasta dish and he ordered a bottle of Chianti.

Conversation was easy because we didn't stray far from taking about school.

Boring.

When we got back to my place, I invited him in for coffee. And we both knew what that meant. I was really inviting him to come in and fuck me.

And when we finished our coffee, we sat on the sofa and I put a hand on his thigh.

I could tell it made him a little uncomfortable. But the little activity I could see at the level of his fly was acknowledgement that he would welcome an invitation to the boudoir.

Well, without saying a word, as I began to undress, he did so, too. He appeared distraught. But he managed to get bare-ass.

But he only displayed a half-mast erection.

Shades of Eddie and puberty.

Aiden was clearly embarrassed. But when I got him onto the bed and circled his pathetic cock with my fist, I pumped a bit, then went down on him.

The result that followed was decidedly not the best fuck I had ever had. But dick is dick and we both were able to come. And, no, I didn't have to fake that orgasm, either.

After that, we went out to dinner at a different restaurant every Friday night. And the sex afterward at my place got progressively better. It peaked at somewhere between a C and a C+.

Then last August; just a few weeks before school started again, tragedy hit Aiden.

He woke up around midnight one night with severe chest pains. He managed to call 911 and an ambulance came to his place and hauled him off to emergency.

He was diagnosed with angina and spent a couple of days at the hospital.

He telephoned me the second day he was there, and I came to visit him.

"Look, Sophia," he told me with tears in his eyes.

"The doctor tells me that I should be able to lead a pretty normal life with this condition. I can control the symptoms with nitroglycerine pills, and all. I can continue to work at my job. I have to avoid stress as much as possible, but you know I don't have any problem encountering the situations that come up at school.

"But the doctor told me I should avoid sex. With my condition, the stimulation of sexual encounter would be a bad thing. And orgasm could very well be fatal. So, I hope we can continue to be friends, but our Friday night outings will have to end with dessert."

Well, fuck that idea. I felt sorry for the old guy, but dinners with him were usually pretty boring. So, I told him as diplomatically as I could that I thought we should give up going out on Friday nights for a while.

Boy, was I happy to see that he was relieved. I believe he thought even dinner out might be bad for his heart. So, without any hurt feelings, our weekend trysts come to a screeching halt.

Come September, he was back on the job. And no mention was made to the staff that our principal had a "condition."

Two weeks before the opening of school, the staff returned to work.

We got a new third grade teacher, Charlotte Lachman, who was fresh out of USC. And at the same time we got a new sixth grade teacher, Noah Hoyle. He also was a recent graduate of USC. And cute as a button. When he introduced himself to me, he smiled a devilish smile and looked me up and down. His eyes rested on my legs, hips and breasts. And then he looked me in the eye again with a twinkle.

I had met lots of men who give women the once-over when they meet. It usually is just a male reflex and doesn't mean a thing. And in this case, the young man was at least five years younger than me. Probably more.

And when he looked away for a moment, I took a discrete look at his crotch. I don't know what got into me.

But I've got to tell you, the experience made me damp.

The staff was circulating around, introducing ourselves, and the young hunk and I separated and went about being sociable.

So, could it be that it wouldn't be long before one of the new arrivals would have a marked effect on my sex life?

Wait and see.