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Mrs Burma Takes Over

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Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Neglected teacher finds excitement in school

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Gang Bang   Anal Sex   Oral Sex  

Come on bell ring damn it! I’ve never had to pee so bad in my life. Now I know how they feel when that last minute takes an eternity to circle the clock. Come on you son of a bitch, mama has to go before she pisses her pants! Never have I been the first out of the classroom but today was an emergency, I had to relieve myself and fast. I was in the ladies room in a stall before the first student reached the hall. Oh did this feel good I said to myself as I felt the emptiness finally. Before leaving the stall I heard voices enter, it was Mrs. Summers from English and Miss Davenport from coaching. I guess they thought the room was empty otherwise I’m sure their conversation never would have taken place. I wasn’t eavesdropping, I was there first and they made no attempt to whisper or conceal the nature of their conversation. As far as I was concerned anything said was open for me to listen it on.

I listened in shock as the two of them were actually comparing notes on having sex with students. Miss Davenport sounded proud she managed to have two students enjoy her at the same time. never have I heard such misconduct from a teacher in this school or any other and found it appalling. Even if I wanted to let my presence be known after the detailed accounts they bragged about I was in so much disbelief to even utter a single word. Proud that you let two young boys fuck you in your coaching office? Amazed that detention in English was established so you could offer blowjobs to those selected? Were they out of their fucking minds? I couldn’t believe this went on in this school and now I wondered what other activities were being influenced to the student body and if it was only the boys or if the girls were somehow included in this preposterous chain of events?

Once gone I came out, washed my hands after my business and washed my face after listening to two teachers enjoying their conversation of sexual activities with students. Sex with boys that could be their own sons. I was still in disbelief and knew before I could do or say anything I would need proof, real hardcore evidence that could not be disputed. I wasn’t sure how to go about it but one thing was certain, the ins and outs of those two would become my newest obsession. If nothing else I would be able to identify those being serviced by the faculty of whores I worked with.

I watched, I listened, I absorbed. Both from faculty and students alike. This was bigger than I anticipated. It sunk deep into the heart of the school I believed in. Teachers, advisors, even the vice principle herself was involved in what I could only refer to as a den of inappropriate behavior devised and shared by those who knew better and was supposed to be looking out for the welfare of these kids. Sex education was the only common element here and something had to be done about it.

My objective was to find the weakest link in this chain of disregard to decency. A student sucked into the mix by peer pressure, or a teacher so desperate her only means of physical contact came from the innocent. Once I had a look inside I would counter with what I felt was my best move for everyone. I put every minute of my free time into learning how this behavior worked and even let it slip that I to might have an interest just to see whose eyes it opened.

I am not a prude, not without feelings for those that have nobody to share their sexual appetite with. I too am alone but have not resorted to seducing my students to fill that void. What amazed me the most was all the adults involved were women, not a single male was proven to be involved.

During a lunch break I was eating an apple when there was a knock on my door. It was Mrs. Summers. I invited her to join me and when she sat I could see she had a lot on her mind. I waited for her to start a conversation but she was reluctant to come forth with her reasons for being here so I opened the door for her. I made a comment about a paper I had finished grading before the lunch break, it was from a student named Henry, a burly student that could easily fit into a men’s size large shirt. The comment was innocent enough but to those with a deviant mind could be interrupted differently and as it turns out with Mrs. Summers, it was.

“Henry is a good boy Mrs. B; he just needs some one-on-one attention sometimes. I know if you asked he would be willing to let you tutor him in private to help improve his grades. He can be a handful but with proper direction and a little TLC you will see, he can be a better student than you give him credit for. he has raised his grade in my class and I have a new outlook on how I perceive him as an individual.

The reason I stopped by is someone has mentioned that you have a small situation at home. Something that can’t be resolved entirely on your own. Please don’t look at this as me prying into your personal life but I might have a solution if you’re willing to think outside the box. It is a drastic measure so think soundly on it and please, I am begging you to keep this between the two of us. Mrs. B we have been colleagues for what, five years? I think I understand you but if what I heard is true we are more alike than you realize. Tell me the truth, has your private life suffered recently to where your thoughts go where maybe they shouldn’t? I will stop you before you answer and tell you mine hadn’t suffered, mine had died.

My husband has not had an interest in me for a long time due to certain medical reasons. He still loves me but in unable to satisfy me. I too spent many night alone and when my mind started to drift towards those I couldn’t have the need went from thinking to responding. Mrs. B, Charlotte, I let my weakness show and now it has opened up a whole new world for me. I let my needs be known and they are attended to in an abundance of resources. Charlotte, tell me you need this as much as I did and I will show you something so incredible you will never feel that sense of loneliness again. We are not any different than any other girl or woman out there, we have needs and craving too and I can lead you to that oasis of sensations never quite known before. It all rests on if you trust me and if you can trust yourself. So I ask again, hasn’t your private life gone long enough without the wonderful touch of someone that can bring an excitement not even your most explosive dreams have offered”?

WOW! She was 100% legit bat fucking crazy! She honestly expected me to tell her I wanted to have sex with my students. She looked me in the eye with sincerity that this was an acceptable solution to me not getting any in my life. I took a deep breath before I flew off the handle. I needed to get deeper inside if I wanted to know the inner mechanisms of who was behind it. I thought and chose my words carefully not to say anything outright that would incriminate me.

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