![]() ![]() For Christmas, I brought him a beautifully wrapped gift. I started college at 17 and immediately fell into a hot affair with a professor who dumped me by the end of the semester. It was incredibly romantic and he was incredibly hot. That was the beginning of an affair that lasted for a year and a half while I was in high school, and most of the way through college. He sits down next to me and says hey take it easy you're not in any trouble, puts his arm around me and then we're making out and I'm sucking him off. So we went up there and sat and watched TV, and I'm sitting there shaking like a leaf because I'm so turned on. Instead, why don't you come up to my place and hang out for a couple hours until you're in shape to drive. Everyone was going their separate ways and I was getting into my car and he comes up behind me and says I'd better not get behind the wheel having had some beers. I was back there with a couple friends one night (out of season, in the spring) and he rousted us. Once he got there you'd have to leave, but we got the feeling that he knew people were there and wouldn't interfere. He was known for letting you go there and have a few beers as long as the group wasn't too big, and as long as you didn't make noise, and didn't litter. This coach would patrol the park as part of his police auxilliary duty, making sure that kids didn't drink and get wild. At one point there had been a caretaker, so there were living quarters. Everything was pretty secluded and in the park there was a lodge that was used for receptions. He lived in my suburb in a house next to a park. He was just one of those magnetic people, both by his looks and his personality. The teachers wanted him, the girls wanted him, and I think even half the hetero boys would have sucked his dick. The coach was somewhere around 30 years old, and he got divorced while I was in school. I was in a middleweight class (145#) and not too bad, either as a wrestler or as a hottie if I may say so myself. My high school wrestling coach was incredibly hot AND he was an auxilliary cop who looked even hotter in uniform. Moral of the story-Sometimes your fantasies are not all their cracked up to be. Seboka again and I dropped off the volleyball team two weeks later because I was so uncomfortable. I got a lot shit from my parents as well. I walked home that night and it was about seven miles. I wound up vomitting all over her lap and ran out of the house. I gagged repeatedly, but still tryed to keep going, the final straw was when a substance with the consistancy of Campbell's Cream of Potato soup and the color of metal started pouring out from inside of her. She smelled like wet hay mixed with diahrea. The minute I stuck my face down there I knew something was very, very wrong. Then it was my turn, I slid her black fitted stirrup pants down around her white tube socks and black half boots. I was loving every minute of it, althoug I could have done without her sticking her index finger up my butthole, but what are ya gonna do? Seboka was going to town on my pork chop sandwich like an Ethiopian at an all you can eat jumbo fried shrimp buffett at Shoney's. Next thing I know my purple nylon workout pants were around my ankles and Ms. ![]() We got back to her place and ate some trail mix and watched "Personal Best" which I had never seen. I told her it didn't matter (It did and my parents would be furious, but who cares when I was going to get a taste of her pink taco!)so she asked if I wanted to come over and watch a movie. I got a frosty from the drive thru and then she asked what time I was expected home. I asked her if we could stop off at the Wendy's because I was totally famished. I knew then that this lady was definitely into some hot gal on gal action. We get into her car and the whole front seat was covered with Janis Ian, Indigo Girls, and Michelle Shocked tapes. I asked if she could give me a ride and she responded with an emphatic yes. Well, all of my teammates were gone and the only person left was Ms. I called my mom who told me that he was working late and if there was anyway one of my teammates could give me a ride. ![]() One night after an away game, my dad didn't show to pick me up. Miss Seboka was the coach of the Volleyball team and I was her star player. teacher named Miss Seboka, she looked just like Anne Murray which was a HUGE turn on for me as I had posters of Anne all over my bedroom wall.
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