Deerfield Tales: The Choir Director
The two teachers were going to be tardy. The cocktail mature lesbian hour was set for 5:30, and dinner and speeches began at 6:30. Rick Thomas and Donna Baxter had left their jobs at Deerfield High when classes had ended at 3:00 and immediately headed to Madison, a half hour away, for the teacher's union dinner meeting. Donna glanced sideways at the clock and realized it was 5:35. They were definitely going to be late.
For the two married teachers, not to each other, this timing problem presented just another dilemma. Several colleagues from their school district would be also attending the meeting and expected to see them. Donna, a forty-two year old mother of two, union president and high school Choir Director, was the feisty leader of the district's teachers. She was the one who stood up for the professional staff against incompetent administrators, and the occasionally unsupportive parent. Rick, a rookie in union affairs, had been teaching for 10 years, and had recently joined the union's negotiating team in helping to achieve a new contract. He was a science teacher in the high school. They were late according to the clock in the sparsely furnished Motel 6 room, because Donna was busy stroking the underside of Ricks cock with her tongue, while he was returning the favor to her clitoris. Doing "69" was one of their favorite pre-coital activities and, with several years of experience, they had refined the art. Taking his cock in her hand, she turned her head and said "We've got to get going sweetie."
"Damn it" was all he said, as standing alongside the bed, he turned her sideways toward him and leaned forward, aligning his cock with her vagina. He felt the wetness as he began his penetration. Looking closely into her eyes she always, at that precise moment, seemed to take on the appearance of a much younger woman. Donna watched and then felt as her lover accelerated to a body shaking climax, his sperm filling and overflowing her own clasping sheath. There were several small gasps and then a trembling on her part. Then they were done. Donna knew he could usually hold her at a peak for hours on end. This time though, following her admonition, he had hurried to finish.
The crowd was fairly large as they wound their way through the Ramada Inn's ballroom looking for their colleagues. Sitting with their group as they ate dinner, they made polite conversation with two former students who were now teachers. "Well, yes, but you have to remember you two were both seniors, and I was just 21 my first year at Deerfield," commented Rick. He thought how strange it was talking to these kids, as Donna, smiling broadly, gently squeezed his inner thigh with her left hand under the table.
As the speeches droned on for the next hour, Rick kept sneaking glances at Donna. " She wants more," he thought, noticing her slightly sweaty upper lip and tongue that made barely noticeable but frequent appearances. She was the most sexual woman he had ever known. Not a classic beauty in any sense of the word, she had those little flaws, like a slightly bent nose, or hips a tad disproportionately large for her small frame, that added to her overall attractiveness. It was mature lesbian her dynamic personality, though, that had drawn him to her from the first time they had met. In the late sixties, an era of great social activism, Donna was highly involved and at the top of her profession. "It only 8:00, " she said as they got into his car for the trip back to town.
"I left the key in the room at the motel," he admitted. "I'll tell the night clerk we're locked out after we went out for dinner." With that "brilliant" idea they found themselves another hour for some serious anal intercourse.
It had been a recent discovery when at climax she had asked him to insert his finger in her rectum. She had then experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life, startling him with her cries and moans that seemed to go on and on. It was only a short step from that experience to her patiently teaching him the do's and don'ts of penetrating her ass from the doggie position.
"Pussy first... then backside" she had at first counseled him.
Never a slow learner, he followed that "schedule" again when they entered the motel room. Kneeling sideways on the bed, she presented her voluptuous bottom to him as soon as they had arrived back at the motel. He flipped up her black skirt and quickly drew down her pale blue panties. He immediately inserted his engorged cock into her . Gripping her hips firmly, he stroked her steadily and without respite until her breathing quickened into gasps and it was as if a froth mature lesbian of their combined juices was boiling to the surface.
At that precise moment he withdrew and taking his cock in hand began lathering the outer ring of her anal opening. The was no delay, and no difficulty as he entered the back channel. For Donna, this was the moment of her strongest climax. He was stroking her clit and a nipple as they came together. Waves of pleasure washed over her body as he flooded her for the second time that night. For Rick, it had been a most satisfying evening. On the way home, though, he couldn't help but think back to how it had all begun.