Alan's Story

[Brutus 2,206]

Alan's Story

 

My high school math teacher, Mrs. Davis is the woman who changed my life in one night. I still think about it every day, five years later. Here's how it happened. It was my sophomore year and I was doing bad in algebra, so my dad went to speak to her at the school after hours one night after I got a failing grade on my second exam. After meeting her, I could tell he liked her and I don't blame him. She was a hottie, late thirties, short brown hair, had an average looking face, kinda cute but a great, curvy and toned body since she was a ballroom dancer. And oh boy her chest...fuck, you could tell they were real and mother nature was very kind to her. Guys loved being in her class, so I wasn't surprised my dad seemed to have enjoyed meeting her. She'd agreed to let me retake my exam for a better grade, which was a shock. She didn't like me because I asked a lot of questions in class and that irritated her impatience for explaining things. A friend told me he'd heard her calling me stupid when he walked by the teachers lounge one day and overheard a conversation between her and a few other teachers.

A few days later I retook the exam after school was out and she mentioned that my dad was nice and charmed her into giving me another chance. It seemed she liked him but I didn't think much of it, especially since she was married. The best part of that day though, was after I finished my exam. I handed it in, she put it in her bag and got up and walked out of the classroom. I was getting my backpack on to leave when I saw her enter the restroom across the hall. She must've been holding her pee the whole time I was testing because pretty much as soon as she went to a stall I heard clearly as she turned loose a fucking monster of a stream in that toilet. I walked out to the hall and stopped right across from the restroom before leaving and she was completely gushing in there like a damn waterfall. I loved hearing her hard power stream thundering and splashing into the water like that, it added a new layer of sexiness to her for me. When my old man picked me up, he asked how it went and I said, “Better than I expected.” I never got to hear her again that year but finished with a good grade in her class and figured that was the last I'd see of her.

Well, soon after the summer break began, I went to my buddy's house one Friday night and three of us were all supposed to game and head out to a movie with his mom and her friend. I got there and we had to cancel the movie because his mom was working late and we didn't have a car, so I ended up coming home a lot earlier than planned. I grabbed a soda and went up to my room. Barely five minutes later, dad came home and I heard a woman's voice with him in the driveway. I kept quiet, mainly because I didn't want to ruin his night. It had been a year since he and my mom divorced and he hadn't dated, so I figured just keep my door closed and put my headphones on while he enjoyed some female companionship.

Right as I was closing my door, they stepped inside the house and she said, “Where's your bathroom, I gotta piss.” It sounded like Mrs. Davis, but I wasn't sure. My lights were already off so then I hid in my closet without thinking. Either way, it was a chance to hear a woman pee but if it was her, that would be a dream come true. She quickly came up the stairs in her heels toward the bathroom, right next to my room, still talking. It was definitely Mrs. Davis, this was insane, my damn math teacher! She went in and didn't even fully close the door, then opened up with another hard gush of a stream! It sounded exactly like the first time I heard her. She was powering it straight into the center of the water with a solid laser-focused stream and it sounded crazy. I'd never heard that much pressure hitting our toilet before and just knowing who was doing it was surreal. This hot teacher I'd stared at for an entire year, taking a massive piss a few feet away from me, no words can describe how that felt. She said “Ahhhh” from the relief in a loud voice, very arrogantly, nothing any sane woman would do in public around strangers. She was always so proper and clean with her presentation in public and always seemed spotless until now. That made what happened next even more incredible.

She yelled to my dad, asking if we had any toilet tissue. He yelled back that he'd forgot it in his truck and to just grab some regular tissues from my room. I kept my rapid breathing as quiet as possible as I watched the unbelievable sight of Mrs. Davis entering my room, SKIRT UP, no underwear and beautifully rounded bare ass facing me! Her smooth-skinned cheeks jiggled as she walked over to the tissue box at my bedside table. I could see a trail of pee down the back of her left leg, thanks to the hallway light shining into the room. Thing is, the tissue box was empty and upon realization, she quietly said in frustration, “Are you fucking kidding me?” Then I saw an even more unexpected side of her when she looked around briefly, reached over to my drawer to feel around for a moment and grabbed one of my clean black socks from inside. She didn't hesitate to rub it all over her pussy a few times, then reached behind to dry the back of her leg. Then she pressed it deep into her ass, wiped up and down and put the sock back. After she turned around to head out, still pulling her skirt down, I got a quick but clear view of her gorgeous pussy, fully shaved, large pink labia and a clit piercing. Every inch of me pulsed and tingled at what I was seeing, down to my damn fingertips. She left my room, flushed the toilet and headed down the hall to my dad's room.

I was dazed at what had just happened right in front of me. A few minutes later, right when my nerves were calming a bit, I heard thumping and her moans. The sex was on and I made the bold decision to come out of hiding and creep down the hall, now dark again. I could tell the door wasn't closed and crept closer, careful to avoid the creaky spots of the floor. When I got to the bedroom door, it was open a few inches, just enough for me to get a front visual of Mrs. Davis on top of my dad, riding like crazy. It was the most gripping scene imaginable. She was grinding back and forth, fast and hard. That woman knows how to fuck. I wouldn't have lasted ten seconds under that kind of violent thrusting. It was dark but the full moon shined enough light through the windows to allow me to see her sensual facial expressions, mouth slightly open as she moaned, eyes closed, and then...her breasts, the big breasts that I fantasized about for so long. There they were, finally revealed, free to swing around, huge pink areolas, crazy erect nipples that looked hard enough to strike a match against. These things were intimidating, not meant to be seen by boys. My old man enjoyed grabbing them with his rugged labor-hardened hands. When she slowed down briefly, they stopped swinging around, and it felt like they were staring right at me, daring me to keep looking at something I couldn't handle. I'd never envied my dad so much. If there was ever a time I saw something too arousing, this was it. I felt light-headed. The bed was squeaking and for a solid minute or more I watched mindlessly as Mrs. Davis worked him before I regained focus and left before being seen. I was exhausted from arousal at that point, having seen such savage, intense sex up close, on top of what I heard and saw her do right before.

I crept back into my room and took the soiled sock from the drawer, and inhaled the wet potent stench she left on it. I laid on my bed with a painful erection and replayed the overload of images in my head, against the sounds of their sex. Thirty or forty minutes after they went silent, Mrs. Davis was coming down the hall again and I quickly rolled off the bed, down to the floor out of view. It's a good thing I did because she came right into my room again. I looked through the space under my bed, barely seeing her feet and ankles as she approached my drawer and opened it again. The sock was with me but she didn't seem to notice it was gone. She took a few steps toward the corner of my room and I saw the heels of her feet raise a few inches and her ass suddenly came into view as she took a squat. I couldn't believe this was happening. In yet another shocking reveal of her true nature, she started pissing right there on the floor, using her phone for light! I've always wondered if she was also recording it as well, for her own thrill. I couldn't see much because her body was turned, but definitely heard a strong hissing and a heavy splashing into the carpet. I hadn't heard her hiss before so I guess her labia had changed shape from the sex and caused the noisy spray. Luckily she turned a bit to aim in the corner better, so I peeked my head a little further under my bed and was now able to see the river spilling between her feet. Her stream started arching upward and lasted a few seconds at full bore, some of it running across the sides of her cheeks. She stayed squatted as a bunch of drips continued to trickle for a moment. Then I saw in her hand, another one of my socks she'd taken as she again used it to wipe her dripping pussy and ass and even her feet this time from the messy flow. She stood and I heard my drawer open and close again before she went back to my dad, having now twice avoided him seeing what she was doing. A few minutes later, they both left.

I stood up from the floor, in a world of shock from everything that had occurred since I'd come home. I turned on the overhead light and walked over to where she'd done her deed. Not only had this bitch drenched my sneakers and left a puddle soaking into my carpet, but her piss sprayed all over the metal grill to my stereo speaker in the corner, an eight-hundred dollar SVS sub that I saved two months of paychecks for. When I took the grill off, the entire speaker itself was wet. The whole area smelled of piss. After taking all of that in, I grabbed the other sock she'd just used on herself and laid on my bed again. Soon my dad was back home and walked by my room on his way to the bathroom with the toilet tissue from his truck, saw me and of course was surprised I was home so soon. He figured I'd gotten back while he was out, and didn't suspect me being there through it all. I didn't tell him anything. We ordered a pizza and watched a movie on our new big screen and just like that, things were back to normal.

For the last two years of high school, every time I saw Mrs. Davis walking the halls, I felt a rush knowing that I'd seen every inch of her body, and her very dirty behaviors, without her having a clue. As always, she maintained her perfect outward professional demeanor, showing no hints of her true self. My senior year, I had her again for calculus. It was a long wait but finally on the last day of class, after everyone left, I walked up to her and asked how she liked wiping herself on my socks. Her eyes instantly got big as she looked into mine and blushed red, completely speechless. On the way out I smiled and said, “Nice piercing you have down there too, Mrs Davis.” She stared straight ahead, breathing deeply and frozen in shock as I walked out. Just last month, I saw her at the grocery store with her husband and when she recognized me after a quick double take, she quickly looked away! Lol. A very special thanks to my friend's mom for having to work late that night. I ended up seeing a show much better than any movie because of it!

Edited January 20, 2020 by Brutus

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You have done it again!! This one is so hot, @Brutus. Are you planning to write the story from Mrs. Davis’s perspective as well? I really want to know why she choose to pee in Alan’s room. Was it sheer naughtiness? Was it some sort of revenge? Was she marking her territory? Was she a serial adulterer and peeing in random place in her affair partner’s house is some sort of her calling card? Regardless whether you’ll answer the above questions or letting them remain as mystery, this story will definitely stays in my mind. I hope you will write more stories about her. 

[Brutus 2,206]

3 hours ago, miniskirtpisser said:

You have done it again!! This one is so hot, @Brutus. Are you planning to write the story from Mrs. Davis’s perspective as well? I really want to know why she choose to pee in Alan’s room. Was it sheer naughtiness? Was it some sort of revenge? Was she marking her territory? Was she a serial adulterer and peeing in random place in her affair partner’s house is some sort of her calling card? Regardless whether you’ll answer the above questions or letting them remain as mystery, this story will definitely stays in my mind. I hope you will write more stories about her. 

Dammit you and your good ideas! I never considered telling this from her perspective but it has me excited already. As you said, there are so many possible motivations on her part. This one was really fun for me so yes, I'll see what I can come up with to retell this from her point of view.

Thanks to you, I actually just made a small change above, saying that she used her phone for light when peeing in his room, and possibly recording the act. This helps make what he saw more believable since it was dark in the room, but mainly I wanted to create an additional possible avenue to explore what's in Mrs. Davis's head. It would work better if Alan hadn't confessed to her at the end because now that makes the experience negative for her, which makes her enjoying writing about it more challenging. But I'll just have to make her not see that as a negative somehow! Hmmm...

I'm glad you liked it and thanks for a great idea.

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17 hours ago, Brutus said:

Dammit you and your good ideas! I never considered telling this from her perspective but it has me excited already. As you said, there are so many possible motivations on her part. This one was really fun for me so yes, I'll see what I can come up with to retell this from her point of view.

Thanks to you, I actually just made a small change above, saying that she used her phone for light when peeing in his room, and possibly recording the act. This helps make what he saw more believable since it was dark in the room, but mainly I wanted to create an additional possible avenue to explore what's in Mrs. Davis's head. It would work better if Alan hadn't confessed to her at the end because now that makes the experience negative for her, which makes her enjoying writing about it more challenging. But I'll just have to make her not see that as a negative somehow! Hmmm...

I'm glad you liked it and thanks for a great idea.

I’m so glad to hear that you may write more about Mrs. Davis. The edit about using the cellphone light thing is so spot on. It really improves the voyeuristic aspect of the story. Alan is such a lucky guy😜. 

In my opinion, I don’t think the Alan’s confession makes the experience negative for Mrs. Davis. I see her as someone who is leading a double life as a respectable woman and daring, naughty one. I feel that her surprised and worried look that she gave Alan at the end was an award-winning act on her part. I like to think that she is inwardly happy (or maybe even turned on) that her student witnessed her disastrous deed in his room. Ultimately, she is your character though. I can’t wait to see how you reconcile this perceived negative experience in the retelling of this story!!

 

Edited January 21, 2020 by miniskirtpisser

[Brutus 2,206]

14 hours ago, miniskirtpisser said:

I’m so glad to hear that you may write more about Mrs. Davis. The edit about using the cellphone light thing is so spot on. It really improves the voyeuristic aspect of the story. Alan is such a lucky guy😜. 

In my opinion, I don’t think the Alan’s confession makes the experience negative for Mrs. Davis. I see her as someone who is leading a double life as a respectable woman and daring, naughty one. I feel that her surprised and worried look that she gave Alan at the end was an award-winning act on her part. I like to think that she is inwardly happy (or maybe even turned on) that her student witnessed her disastrous deed in his room. Ultimately, she is your character though. I can’t wait to see how you reconcile this perceived negative experience in the retelling of this story!!

 

Yes, you see exactly what I see, she secretly likes that he saw her. Whether or not that's a fetish she's had for years or she was suddenly surprised at enjoying being seen, I'm not sure yet.

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Whatever way you take this Bruts, I'm sure it'll be equally as good as the first part. Looking forward to it.