I’ve been a high school music teacher for over 20 years now. And aside from why Bush kept waging war against everyone he didn’t like, how students fail my subject still baffles me. Wait–make that, fail miserably. However, apparently, I share this same sentiment with a co-teacher, Angela. She teaches Math which, as opposed to my relatively very easy field, is “be default” hard in the eyes of students, hence poor grades. But let’s not talk about that. What I want to share today is more about Angela—Angie, she likes that nick—and just how fuckingly hot she is.

I’ve had my eyes on this woman since Day One. It was both love and lust at first sight, if you ask me. Those deadly curves, those firm tits, those fierce eyes, that sexy soft voice that can wake a man’s cock any time of the day… Yes, that’s the one helluva babe named Angie. And I now happen to know how she wants to be pleased in bed. You see, I finally had the chance to ask her out on a date. She happily accepted and we went out the other day. That’s when I found out the real naughty vixen beneath that alluring facade.

We went to an early movie first, seeing who I believe she calls her “perfect man” Nicolas Cage in Bangkok Dangerous. I thought to myself, lock yourself up with me in my room and I’ll introduce you to your real perfect man… shifting in my seat to hide my growing bulge while driving on our way to the moviehouse. But I let her have her way of course and she ogled after Cage-y there all she wanted… while I fought back hard the urge to fondle her perfect tits. My excitement just soared even higher when she offered to cook me dinner instead of dining out. “‘Coz you’ve been so sweet to me,” Larry. I can give you something far sweeter if you go down to your knees, woman, I thought, then sped our way back to my place.

It surprised me how such a babe can be a swell cook too (made me wanna bend her over the dining table and ram her from behind even more). Angie whipped up an easy appetizer and a healthy serving of two Asian dishes in less than two hours. She offered to make desert, but our chats about the East culture and the Kama Sutra kept me honest enough to say I’m already full. Actually, I wanted to offer her a banana split myself, seeing as she has (a mouth) room for more chows. “Well how about just coffee, then?” she said. I waited for her (to get in the living room butt naked) and the coffee by the fireplace. On her way, she spotted the room where I kept my collection of music instruments. Intrigued, she went in probably faster than how I wanted to slide in and out her pussy… When I got in the room, she was already practicing the saxophone. The way she tried to blow into the mouthpiece sent me and my dick into an such an ecstatic mood not even the fastest Allegretto version can even begin to describe it. “How about a quick tutorial, newbie?” I joked, turning around to get some wine (plus a quick trip to my mini library to get some rubber I hid for emergencies like this).

“I just thought of something. What do you think of, strip tutorial?” I jibed after our third shot glasses. “Sure!” she answered, not sure if she was already drunk or drugged by the sax. “I’ll ask you to blow a note. If you get it right, I take off a piece of clothing. If you miss, you strip.”

“You’re on!” she kept mimicking a hoe jazz musician. It was time for some wild adult fun… Thirty minutes later, I was down to my boxers and she to her panties and bra. Giggling, she said, “Someone’s going completely na-keeeed,” eyeing my boxers. Right, I thought, and someone’s drinking all my wad…

“Give me G-B-A-G-A-B-A-A-G.”

“Piece of cake!” But all she gave was a long, bended D.

“Hah! Off with the bra!” I screamed like a girl, my dick wanting to skyrocket straight to in-between her plump tits.

After taking off her bra like it’s the sexiest most natural thing she could ever do, I couldn’t resist anymore. “How about I teach you some advanced notes?” I asked her, showing her the pole inside my boxers. “Hmm… go teach, sir,” she teased back, finally putting my sax to rest and kneeling before me.

“Now all you need to do is bl—”

Angie was faster than the gravest Arabesque ever composed in art history. She was greedily sucking on my very hard cock like a thirsty baby… All I could do was watch her take every inch while sipping more wine. Then I laid her back and ate her pussy. “I thought you didn’t want desert?” she joked. I ate her more savagely, so good that she came to my face. Then I knew it was time to fuck the babe who spent all night blowing my saxophone when she could’ve just sucked on my dick since morning. I slid my cock into her and fucked her pussy hard for all the slut’s worth. I was enjoying every moment of it that I forgot to put on the condom I’d held on for over two hours. For the rest of the hot evening we were fucking and cumming in horny rhythm and neither of us wanted to stop.