Teacher's Tales

By Baron LeSade

Three little tales of naughty teachers and their even naughtier students. In A Passing Grade, Mrs. Hawkins wants to find out if Hal has the proper equipment to get a passing grade in Sexology 101. In After School, Mrs. Barfoot keeps Jim after school for a little special tutoring. And in The Tutor, Priscilla Davis tutors the boys on the football team on a little more than English 101...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baron LeSade
• Release date: Jan 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301749256

Baron LeSade

Howdy, I'm a Texan by birth and a Nevadan an accident of fate. Retired after twenty-eight years in the USAF and now live on a horse ranch just outside of Reno, Nevada. I used to write for literotica, but decided I might as well write for myself as it was a lot more profitable....

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Cockball

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Table of Contents

Chapter One – Feat De Quattro

Chapter Two – Do it, Mom

End

Cockball

Chapter One – FEAT DE QUATTRO

It was the year 2056 on the planet earth.

But Ernie, this is the first game of the cockball playoffs, Carole complained to her husband, and if the Centaurs and Sirens win this game, they go on to Cockball Fifteen.

Don't you think I know that, he grumbled, I tried everything short of threatening to cut off Sam's balls, but he was adamant. I have to go.

You're going to miss Eva Freed, too, she went on, still trying to convince him to stay.

Tried everything I could think of, but it didn't work.

Damn, I think I'm going to call Sam and give him a piece of my mind, she muttered.

About the only thing that might entice him is a piece of your pretty ass, but don't go and do anything dumb, Ernie told her, dropping his clothes into the suitcase and flipping it shut. At least I get triple time for working this weekend, he said.

Big fucking deal, she griped, this is the first time the Centaurs and Sirens have ever been in the playoffs.

Well, ain't nothing I can do about it, he told her, so just drop it.

Oh, okay, but it still pisses me off, she snarled.

Well, better to be pissed off than... Ernie started to say before he was interrupted by Carole.

Yeah, yeah, I know, than pissed on... but seems we’re the fire hydrant in this case...

Getting up off the bed where she had been sitting and watching him pack, she stomped over to the door.

You want a drink, she asked him, I'm going to have one.

Sure, I can get Arnie to drive me to the airport.

Clomping out into the living room, Carole clumped over to the bar and fixed them a drink. Just as she was starting back into the bedroom, Arnold came walking out into the living room.

Oh, one of those mine? he asked her with a mischievous smile on his lips. After all, I'll be eighteen tomorrow. That means I can drink and do all kinds of stuff, since they changed the law back in 2050.

Fraid not, she told him, taking a long pull at her own drink, you gotta drive your dad to the airport.

You mean that he's not going to be here for my birthday?

It doesn't look like it.

Damn, I thought he might take me to a bar or something to celebrate.

Nope. It looks like you are going to be stuck at home with your mom.

Well, then, maybe you can take me out to a bar, he grinned walking over and giving her a hug.

I doubt that, she laughed, her spirits lightened slightly by the infusion of alcohol into her bloodstream.

When do I have to take the old man out to the airport? he asked, stepping back.

Pretty soon, she said, looking down at her watch. He has to be there in about twenty minutes.

Just then, Ernie came out of the bedroom carrying his suitcase.

Hey, sport, how's it hanging?

Dad, Arnold complained, his face brightening as he self-consciously glanced over at his mother.

Your mom tell you that you gotta run me out to the airport?

Yep, Arnie said, when you want to leave?

As soon as I finish my drink, he said taking the drink from Carole.

I'm going to drop this stuff off in my room and I'll be right back, Arnold told him, walking out of the room.

Why don't you go to the game anyway tomorrow, Ernie suggested, It couldn't be that bad.

Oh, yeah, right, she fussed, go and get all hot and bothered and then what do I do? You won't be here.

You still have your toys, he winked at her