Teachers Gone Wild Vol. 27Follow

When I was in grade school, there were a couple of teachers who were having a steamy affair. It was common knowledge among the kids (they weren't too discreet when making out in the car in the school parking lot). It gave something for the kids to giggle and whisper about. The teachers were well liked and none of the kids I knew expressed a desire to see them fired or face harsh discipline. It wasn't like we didn't understand that people sometimes got the hots for each other. We also understood that any marriages involved were in deep doo-doo. We also understood it concerned the people involved, and their spouses, not us.

One of them eventually left their position. I don't know if it was voluntary or not.

What impact did it have on our education? None that I'm aware of.

This is a private matter. It should have been handled privately. My desire would be to find out who did the recording and go after them. Even if there's no law specifically covering the recording, I'm sure there are laws that apply to the distribution of sex films.

Why do we keep pretending to be so shocked when we find out people are having sex?

Similar to Yan Yan's story but more pornographic, my second grade teacher, Miss Schaeffer, was a bit of a hottie. One day during lunch, I was assigned the unenviable task of procurring the playground ball from the dark classroom, because my coherts and I had forgotton it in our mad rush to the cafeteria.

So's I tip-toed into the dark class, silent as a cat with a runny nose, and flipped on the light.

There was the young Miss Schaeffer, on her back on the table usually reserved for reading lessons but on this special day, during this special lunch-time, there were breeding lessons going on. This was a couple weeks before my first exposure to Larry Flint's lovely publication, so I wasn't really aware of what I seeing, but I knew enough that Miss Schaeffer was either enjoying it or or in great pain. So I spit on my palm, rubbed the length of my shaft wet with glistening spittle, and plunged deep into her, thus completing my first double-penetrational experience.

Okay, that last part isn't true. I ran across the room, plucked the rubber ball out of the crate it rested in, and bolted out the door leading to the play-ground. I never spoke a word of it to anyone until years later, and she never explained herself to me.

I turned out totally normal, too, by the by.

Whoever did this wanted revenge for something.

He/She must be feeling pretty damn good right now watching them squirm. This is a situation one could only dream about, perfection!

That does smack of digging them up to hang them again.

Ah, the mob.

Both of these turds got exactly, what they had "coming" to them.

Ahem.


Seriously, couldn't they have just conducted their little tryst at the Red Roof Inn followed by dinner at Applebees or vice versa. Besides, someone's homework could have ended up with bodyfluids on it, "Hey that's not Elmers glue!"

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Quite the pickle that School District's in. I wouldn't recommend they resolve this issue the same way the Stooges did, but it'd atleast be more entertaining for the rest of us.

And considering par for the course is hidden camera sex, that's quite the bar they've set there