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Posting Date 2009-10-21 22:00:44
Author Theodore
Title Sexing the Enemy
Category slept with my boss/teacher/colleque
Where it happend College
Age then 23
Age now 62
Gender MALE
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Story Length 1263
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After a tour of duty I decided to pick up where I left off, in college. My favorite subjects dealt with Literature, including constructive writing and that's where I met Ms. K. I was always the oldest guy in class among fresh faces out of high school. I was also out of touch with regards to how the Real World had changed while I was away. Never mind that, I didn't, so I spent my combat pay on what I had known was cool back when. There was that shiny, detailed and polished 69 Firebird, a chick magnet I figured. The threads from Sir Lancelots Men Shop which included blazers with Le Cross emblems and a handkerchef for the pocket. Streamlined slacks, yellow and white shirts and some wide bodied brown and black wing tips. I topped off my new wardrobe with a gold wrist chain inscribed Big Teddy. It was now off to college the old fashioned way. Screw those messed up hippy rejects in sandals. They hadn't paid their dues and why they didn't dress like Teddy, the chick magnet.

Ms. K was right out of my Playbook. Old school. She was finely pedigreed and manicured with a short, ducktailed doo. Her little red perch lips where the Author Hemingway seemd to come alive as Big Teddy himself. Ms. K had this tightly wound fuckin bod with little body fat. She could have been a humper in any Marine Rifle Company. Then those shiny retroed black pumps where her toes were scrunched up. Despite coming from two different worlds, Ms. K was a pacifist, married to a Dean in another college, we had two things in common, dress codes and sexing with opposites.

Teddy had always been a dirty little mental perv who was hot for teacher going way back. That was before I was a man with bullet scars in my torso. But we never forget those First Times of hard weiners resembling vienna sausages, do we? There was Ms. L, a long tall drink of water with flaming red hair and I bet a red pussy to match. I was the only guy awake in class when she read those after lunch history stories, while sitting on the desk with her knobby knees in my nose. Fucking that hot freckled body of hers was only a dream back then. I wouldn't have known what to do with it, but she could have sat on my face and let me lick her pucker.

It was different now, I was a full blown man with experience and Ms. K in desperate need of some cock from across the tracks. Ms. K parked her Audi about 50 meters from where I parked my 69 Bird. She had to recognize me in my blazer every afternoon after working out in the gym. Did I have a chance with Ms. K? Didn't think so at the time. Through my writings Ms. K became fascinated by the mental fatigue of a man in his twenties. I'd never gotten higher than a C plus on any of my short stories. It was the Term Paper which wet her panties...Sexing with the Enemy. I had learned the power of the quill long before I met Ms. K and her Lit classes. I had spent two years writing romanceful love notes to women I didn't and would never know. Masterfully baiting to what it might be like with them and them me.

Sexing the Enemy was about a sexual interlude with Hanoi Hanna and that sensually provocative voice of hers. It was about doing anal for the First Time with Hanoi Hanna and giving her a facial while sleeping under mosquito netting. I had finished the term paper with a certain desire to sleep with Ms. L and lick her pucker with my cowboy shirt on.

Ms. K told me she was uncertain about my work, unlike Hemingways? I ask if I had another C+ cumming my way, my favorite grade. "Theodore, do you like beer and pretzels?" I was the only man in this class she could be seen with doing beer and pretzels. Fresh faces abounded remember. Big Teddy had grown a thin mustache in honor of Gable to go with a new razor cut. Do we take your Audi or do you desire a ride of a 69 nature Ms. K? My 69 was a chick magnet for women over 30.

Ms. K and I hit the Ol Stein bar at the corner of Los Feliz and San Fernando Rd, just below Griffith Park. Her choice. I was observing how she licked the foam of her dark beer from the upper layer of those red perch lips. Our discussion ranged from life to now, to her grading system of my works. She got a little beligerent by saying, "I rarely understand what you write Teddy." I responded by telling her she needed to raise the bar with underlying meanings, like in Sexing with the Enemy.

I took Ms. K to the Palms Motel on Colorado Blvd, with the sounds of Jan and Dean blaring on my stereo. 15 pops and the room was ours. You had to peel of the bedspread in this place or suffer some dreadful disease. Ms. K loved this shit, sleeping with a scarred Combat Vet who fucked bar girls for pleasure. Ms. K was wearing a patented brown skirt to her knees, soon rolled off to find some thigh high nylons squishing up the flesh between thigh and black panties. She removed her black bra, exposing this round titties the size of naval oranges with a little nipple. Her toes had this red ring around the base but perfectly formulated feet with dark rich, red toe nails. I held her feet up as she kicked back between two pillows, and began to kiss the souls of her chilly tootsies. Devouring a toe at time in my mouth until they were hot and fleshy. I still wasn't an accomplished pussy eater at the time, that skill would come later. My vast experience was about bar girls which can lead to hoof and mouth disease.

Ms. K's pussy was tighter than most virgins I had met. I had to squeeze in to find find the moistness we desire. She wanted to be treated like a whore, so I obliged her...doggy fucking her while forcing that trimmed duck tailed doo down. She wanted to feel my wounds of war, the scars, and dig her nails into my back and I obliged. She desired to be fucked by the enemy like I did. We were good for each other like that. By the time I was finished sucking and twisting her nipple and watching her suck my cock with her sweetness around it, we had done each other completely.

Ms. K was getting dressed and I ask for her black panties for a keep sake, similar to removing a pear knife from the corpse of the enemy for trophies. "Would you like my gold wrist chain, Ms. K?" She looked confused again, so she graded me out with a C+ once more, but a grade I could live with.

Ms. K and I would gone on to fuck 4 more times, and end our Tour of Duty at that. I walked away with 4 pairs of panties from her and one set of nylons which I still cherish from Sexing with the Enemy who never gave me a decent grade in Lit.


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