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Miss Croft was the music teacher at my old comprehensive college in the grimy, Northern city where I was born and raised. I enjoyed her lessons and often made her the subject of adolescent masturbatory fantasies. She wasn’t what you would call ‘hot’. Certainly not as hot as Miss White, our PE teacher. Now she was scorching and every boy in the college fantasized about how it must be to stick their quivering cocks deep into her no doubt beautiful fanny. But she was pure fantasy, totally unobtainable, whereas Miss Croft was more in our league and I know that I was not the only boy in the college who harboured sexual fantasies about her. Miss Croft was probably in her mid forties at the time, slightly dumpy but not fat, and even at that time, with a “everybody’s favourite granny” look about her. But really, what did it for me was her posh, southern accent. Most of the teachers at the college were locals or at least from the north. Miss Croft spoke proper refined English just like the Queen. In my wank fantasies, I dreamed of her speaking dirty to me and me trash talking to her as I fucked her mouth, followed by her ass and cunt in that order, telling me to give it to her harder and faster in that refined accent as I rammed my eight inches (I was unusually big for my age) deep into her. I all the time came harder when I blew my wad thinking about her

Little was I to know that 20 years down the line, I was to achieve my fantasy! I had not remained in my home town. After a spell in the military, I gained my HGV license and became a trucker for a well known freight business and drove all over the country and occasionally on the continent too. I married and have 2 young children and settled down to suburban life in a semi on a private estate in a small town less than 100 miles from my childhood home. I still kept in touch with some of my old pals and it was through one of them that I heard of the college reunion. Something that I had to attend if only to check out how the intervening time had been kind or not to my old college mates and teachers. So I put my name down for it.

The reunion was to take place in the early evening and was held in the assembly hall of my old college with the understanding that the party would continue, for those who were interested, at the pub down the road. As is usually the case with such reunions, the event started rather slowly with a lot of forced jolity and bad jokes. Things gradually relaxed as we drank some of the cheap plonk that had been thoughtfully provided. Although it was interesting to see how ones former classmates had got on, it was even more interesting to check out our old teachers. Time had not been universally kind. Miss White was there and she had, from the look of her, had a hard life in the 20 years since I last clapped eyes on her. She looked to be at least double the weight that she was in her pomp and age and gravity had taken its toll on her formerly magnificent figure. She looked a mess.

Miss Croft, however, still did it for me. She had aged naturally but this made her look even more like everyones favourite granny. Despite been almost 30 years my senior, I still fancied her like mad. She was still single and had been retired almost 10 years but had remained living locally. She had a small apartment in town and to supplement her pension, she taught music to kids. How did I know this? Because I stalked her that evening and followed her around like a faithful dog. She didn’t seem to mind however, and I had a semi hard-on throughout which I am sure that she must have noted particularly when we were jostled in the crowded pub where we had moved to later in the evening. We had all had a little too much to drink by this stage and eventually we got a seat and, drink talking, I admitted my schoolboy crush on her and how I sometimes used to masturbate furiously in the college toilets, after attending her classes. Rather than recoiling in horror as I expected, she seemed quite flattered and admitted that she also fantasized about what it would be like to be fucked by a schoolboy. This only served to further inflame my already burgeoning passions and I had seldom been so horny. At one point she reached under the table where it couldn’t be seen by others, and grabbed my penis through my trousers and squeezed it non too gently. I nearly came in my Y-fronts there and then!

At this point she deflated me by saying that she had to leave. She was the chairlady of her local branch of the Women’s Institute and had a meeting to attend that evening. I was devastated but then all my hopes came gushing back when she promised to get in touch to arrange a meeting. She said that she had not been fucked for over 5 years since a partner had passed away but still had sexual urges which she satisfied using her little vibrator. She confessed to enjoying giving oral sex and also, anal. I was in paradise and couldn’t believe my ears.

The next few days were spent in a daze as I awaited her call or text. I masturbated three or four times daily, something that I hadn’t done since I was a teenager. I was gradually forming a fantasy of what I would do with her if and when she got in touch. On one of my continental trips, I had picked up a spy cameras cunningly hidden in what looked like a ordinary pair of spectacles. Quality was extraordinary and as I normally wore glasses, wearing them would arouse no suspicion and I fully intended making a permanent video and photographic record of the encounter, should it ever happen. I know this is a definite no-no and highly illegal at that but I was eager to run the risk and, after all, only I would see them!

It was torture waiting for her to get in touch but after what seemed to be an eternity, I received a text from her, asking if I was free to visit her in her apartment the following Friday? Try and stop me. I was due to work that day but only had a short run so was able to text her back to say that I could come round to see her at 2pm and was free until 5pm. She immediately texted me back saying that would be great and that she was really looking forward to our meeting. As if it was a job interview or something instead of my fucking a teacher that I had fantasized having so many years before. A dream come to fruition.

The next few days passed so slowly that every second seemed to drag out for a minute and every minute an hour but finally Friday afternoon arrived and, spy glasses perched innocuously on my nose, I pulled into the car park of her apartment block. She buzzed me up and I entered her modern spick and span one bedroom apartment. We had tea and made small talk as if I was one of her music students and chatted some more about old times. I was beginning to think that maybe I had misread the signs and perhaps this was just to be a platonic meeting but then I recalled her hand on my hard cock and wondered maybe she is a little nervous and waiting for me to make the first move so I did. I reached out a slid my trembling hand up her skirt and rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her knickers. She immediately opened her legs and pulled her gusset to one side allowing me full access to her cunt lips and slid my fingers deep inside her quite tight fanny. I had forgotten that she was a spinster with no kids who hadn’t been fucked for several years so was bound to be a little tight. I asked if she had lubricant which immediately appeared along with her little vibrator. I took this as leave to get properly stuck in.

I switched on the vibrator and pleasured her with it for several minutes whilst still having two fingers inserted deep into her klunge. She slipped off her top and pulled down her bra exposing a small but useable set of tits. Of course everything was well after its best before date but she was in generally good order for a 66 year old. I thought briefly what her fellow members of the WI would think if they could see what I was doing with their chairwomen and what I intended doing with her. They no doubt would be scandalized and she would have been drummed out of that estimable organization.

I had decided that I would have enough backed-up jazz to come three times and so decided it would be mouth, ass and cunt in that order. Of course things didn’t quite pan out this way (they never do… best laid plans etc) but I wasn’t too far off.

First I got her laid out on the bed. I knew that I wouldn’t last too long first go and so politely asked her if I might come on her face,

“please Miss Croft. Can I spunk up your face”.

I’d all the time dreamed of saying and doing this so the reality as she said “please do” sent goosebumps up my spine. I came quickly, a bit in her mouth but mostly on her face which she rubbed in using my cock.

I knew that recovery time would be awhile so I went down on her. I was pleasantly surprised at how her cunt was clean and fresh smelling. Not like I anticipated an old lady growler to taste and smell. I hadn’t fucked one so old since I fucked a 70+ whore in a Soho walk-up in my youth. She had smelled like she had used her cunt as an ashtray! But Miss Croft (I still do not know her last name) had a cooch that smelled faintly of lavender and I got stuck in teasing and licking until I could feel that she was close to coming whereupon I applied her vibrator until I felt her shudder and she gently pushed my hand away. She told me later that although she had orgasmed before when using her toy, I was the first man in her life who had seen and been instrumental in her coming. A privilege indeed.

She was happy, relaxed and hence compliant now and it was time to get me some Miss Croft asshole now. I put on a rubber and lubed up. I got her in the missionary position and tried to enter her but she is an old lady and wasn’t flexible enough and it felt uncomfortable for this way so I flipped her over and entered her ass without a hitch and, as she was in no discomfort and seemed to be enjoying it, I upped the speed until I was ramming her quite deep and hard. I was really into it now and whupped her arse a bit which I think surprised her a little. But I was having a great time as I whispered in her ear

“This is my dream come true, Miss Croft to fuck your butt hard like this”

as I stuck my fingers in her, now wet and gaping cunt and then put the gungy, old lady juiced fingers into her mouth and had her lick them clean.

“Oh, you are a dirty little cunt Miss Croft, aren’t you”? I whispered in her ear. She moaned and nodded.

“You’ve never been fucked quite like this have you, Miss Croft” . “No, never” came her strangled reply.

“Well, now that I’ve given your teachers ass a good fucking, now I’m going to fuck your cunt just as hard”.

She moaned as I helped her over onto her back, spread her knees wide, whipped off the rubber and plunged my rock hard 8 inch knob deep into her cunt. I think it was at this point that she maybe regretted this meeting but she gamely gritted her teeth as I fucked her as hard as I could manage for at least ten minutes until I came like an express train deep within her cunt. I heaved myself off her and dropped down beside her, feeling as knackered as I’d felt in a long time. But if I felt rough, it was nothing to Miss Croft who looked like she had been buggered and fucked by a marching army.

However I had not finished with Miss Croft quite yet. After a reviving cup of tea I think that she expected me to quietly leave but no, I wanted some more of those posh lips around my bellend and she was too polite and gentlewomanly to tell me to “fuck off”. So I coaxed her back onto the bed and got her to suck me hard and then to continue blowing me until I filled her mouth full of my love juice. No doubt she was as astounded as I was at my virility as she allowed my cum to drip down her chin onto her chest.

I would have gladly have tried for a fourth round but that would have been one pop too many for me and definitely for Miss Croft. So I quickly dressed and with air kisses and promises that we must do it again, I left.

I knew that I probably wouldn’t hear from Miss Croft again and I was right but I don’t mind as it was a never to be repeated one-off fantasy come true and I didn’t expect or want to repeat in any case.

Oh and I forgot the photos and videos which I took and which Miss Croft was totally oblivious to although she might have wondered it strange that I wore my specs throughout the sex! The results were better than I could ever have dreamed feasible

and I must admit that I have wanked off more than once to the pics, video and audio memories of that glorious afternoon when a dream came true.

NSFW: yes

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