PTA- Part 1

Harmon Brubaker was a retired master Chief in the Navy, who had decided to move to Salem, Oregon, to be in the same town as his 17 year old daughter, Vivian. She was living with her mother, Harmon's ex-girlfriend Sandy, who had since married and made 2 children with her husband, Linus. Harmon had never married, as he had decided to concentrate on helping raise Vivian as much as possible, achieve higher rank in the Navy, and have fun in the meantime with plenty of girls. He was a swinger, and he made no pretense of being otherwise.

Brubaker's 8 and a half inch cock certainly helped him in the last area, and many women found his looks compelling as well, as he was a rather tall, muscular, broad-shouldered man, with a shaved head and tough look to him. He was also quite charming. It didn't hurt that he was a full-blooded Seminole Indian, which made him look rather soulful and exotic at the same time.

Being in the same neighborhood as his daughter, he was able to get involved in her school, including the PTA, which he had agreed to attend. He had a lot more free time, due to his Navy pension, which helped him afford to live on his income as a consultant on military matters to writers, editors, networks, and movie studios. Having those 2 incomes, he was finally able to truly focus more on his parental role, and the PTA was part of that. He certainly never expected to get involved with his daughter's history teacher, a Ms. Robin Cawdor.

Miss Cawdor was 33, still single, and rumored to be a slut, although no one had the "goods" on her for that yet. She had a kid, too, a 13 year old son named Alec, who apparently lived up to his name (that's another story). She had been teaching at that high school for just a year, and so did not have tenure. She was also very much a history buff, and her excitement about the subject made her more effective than most of her fellow teachers, which was just one of the reasons that she was unpopular with her colleagues. 

The other was that she was a complete babe, with long legs, a great bosom, and a voluptuous ass. Her luscious blonde hair fell down shamelessly toward her exquisitely curved waist, and it was rather wavy at that. She was also quite tanned, and so she must have spent some summers sunbathing, not to mention swimming, as her well-conditioned body demonstrated. In short, she was the sexiest teacher at that school, and most Moms in the neighborhoods dared not encourage their husbands to attend the PTA meetings, for fear that this "siren" would attract their attention.

On the day in question, Brubaker arrived with a specific reason to meet with Ms. Cawdor, since she was teaching Vivian's most difficult class. He wanted to be sure that this teacher would not give up on his daughter, as a previous one had, resulting in Vivian attending summer school last year. Vivian was always better at math than at history or English, and Brubaker wanted to make sure that he and Sandy got their money's worth.

"Ms. Cawdor?"

"Yes. You are?"

"Harmon Brubaker. I'm Vivian's father."

"Ah, yes, Viv! She's actually been doing better this year, from what I've heard compared to last."

"I'm glad to hear that! So, you are not giving up on her, like her previous teacher did? She had to attend summer school because of that."

"Yeah, I heard about that- it's pretty sorry to just 'give up' on a student, like that, just because she may be struggling."

"I'm pleased to hear that from you."

"Say, Mr. Brubaker, now that we've discussed Viv, assuming that you have no more business to talk about, what would you say to getting a guided tour of the classroom?"

"Are you offering me one, Ms. Cawdor?"

"Of course I am, Mr. Brubaker- can I call you 'Harmon'? I'd like you to call me 'Robin'."

"I've seen the classroom, Robin."

"Yes, but not with it's most beautiful feature."

"What's that?"

"Me, silly!"

"Are you suggesting...?"

"Oh, holy cow, Harmon! I am offering to fuck you- is that a clear enough invitation for you? I am horny, and meeting you has made even hornier. You've gotta help me there- my libido is operating at its highest setting, can't you see? I need to be screwed, hopefully by you!"

"Alright, but is the classroom the best place for that?"

"I suppose you're right about the danger, but I want to get laid soon, so if you have a better idea, you've got about 15 minutes to suggest it, before I just grab you and take you right here!"

"Damn it, Robin, you are horny, and you're making me horny, so let's fuck at my place- no one's home tonight!"

"Well, as it happens, my son is with his Dad, so your place sounds terrific- plenty of privacy, and all!"

The direct approach was working wonders for Robin, because that appealed to the veteran's aggressive, candid nature. They took his truck to his apartment, and she remarked at his whole manly demeanor, which really turned her on. 

"I love tough guys, ya know- they are so sexy, because I feel safe when they are around. I am a bit of a slut, as people may have told you, so don't feel like you're obligated to commit- I don't! It's just friendly, neighborly, mature, getting over the frustration sex- how does that sound to you?"

"Wonderful! So, do you want me to go pick up some condoms? I am out."

"At this point, I am so damn horny, I'd sell my soul to get laid, so pregnancy, STDs, and HIV are not a big deal to me! They're risks- having more stress is a certainty! Just take me to your place and make it well worth the risk, Ok?"

"Alright, ma'am. At least if we have a kid, it will be in the same town as both of its parents."

"True, so when are we getting to your apartment? I really need it, now- it's urgent!"

"Wow! You're as horny as guys like me get alot! Maybe we should have a quickie, take a breather, and then start over with foreplay, for an all-nighter."

"Sounds splendid, but how far to your place now?"

"Another block- why?"

"Can you stop for a second?"

"We'll take longer getting there."

"I don't care anymore- I want to have the quickie you talked about- here!"

"In the truck?"

"In the bed of it- appropriate, isn't it?"

"Guess so. Alright, here is a park- we can hide from public view- how's that?"

"Great, now fuck me, please!"

"With our clothes on?"

"Yes- we might not get caught that way- please, just drop your pants, pull up my skirt, and fuck me here!"

With that, he did as she requested, since he was sure that she really was desperate for a lay, and she was so sexy when she pleaded for it that way. His pants came off in seconds, followed by his briefs, and her skirt was easy enough to hike up, at which point he noticed that she was not wearing any panties. Ms. Cawdor was clearly the type to make access easy for a man. She was quite "user-friendly", as it were!

Such a slut deserved a thoroughly powerful fucking, to get off her as quickly as possible, and reward her for being so good to mankind. Brubaker rapidly entered Robin, who seemed to be groveling for it, almost. She made a gasp, and her pussy, although more than little stretched by her many sexual experiences and her son's delivery, was expert at the art of tightening itself for the benefit of any man nice enough to do her this favor.