Teacher and Headmaster

Margaret drove home through the sparse early evening traffic and contemplated her impending evening. Hard as it was to turn her thoughts away from the eighteen year old boy she had just fucked and blown, she had to prepare herself for James Hansen, the man she had been dating steadily for three months.

Ironically, James was the principal of her school, the last man Margaret should have been dating. A forty year old bachelor, he had befriended the pretty divorcee during the first week of the school semester. A man used to success, James had had little trouble in getting Margaret to go out with him.

As Margaret eased the car into her driveway she realized that it was not going to be an ordinary evening out, if they got out of her house at all. She had gone to bed with James the previous Friday night, giving in after months of resistance to his repeated and importunate sexual demands.

She hadn't intended to make it with James but after awhile it had been easier and safer to yield to his desires. James was a good looking man, intelligent, competent and evidently virile. Several of the other woman teachers were probably envious of her luck in hooking up with the school's chief.

But Margaret had let the man fuck her not from desire but boredom and convenience. Right from the start she had known that she didn't care for James, especially in a sexual sense. Men that age did nothing for her, nothing at all. She was a Milf who like young cock. Still, she had put out for him once and now he was going to want her again.

Sex with James hadn't been all bad, Margaret conceded as she entered her apartment. He had been a pretty good lay, well-hung, experienced and self-confident. There had been no romance or sentimentality in their sexual union, just a coming together of their bodies with mutually satisfactory results.

As Margaret ducked into a hot shower she finally allowed her thoughts to return to the pleasant subject of John Stephan. It was impossible not to compare the two men and the way she had responded to their caresses. And the comparison was in John's favor, there could be no doubt about that.

Aware of her own sexual proclivities for years, Margaret felt neither guilty nor surprised by her preference for John. Her marriage had dissolved over the issue of the younger boys she favored as bed partners. She had always liked them young, for as long as she could remember.

Of course she had struggled sometimes against her desires, especially after the shock of divorce. John Stephan was the first young boy she had seduced in over a year. But seduce him she had and that meant that she was going to continue along the same path. You could fight your desires for only so long and then they exploded*- on you, usually when you least expected it.

The doorbell rang just as Margaret finished dressing. She looked quickly around at her studio apartment until satisfied that it was as neat and orderly as always. A quick look at herself in the mirror and she was ready, painting a smile on her face as she opened the door and admitted James Hansen.