I want you to keep screwing me.

It was true though that the stereotypical reaction to a senior at high school **** his cool teacher like this was for her to explode angrily and serve him with a call to the police.

"I'm very sure," she told me firmly, giving me another long and loving kiss. "I'm going to listen much better to my needs from now on."

"Well, I assume you don't want me to see you anymore, right?"

Doe actually laughed out loud at that. "Are you kidding? I want you to keep screwing me, but I also want to be able to have a second man or girl with you."

This all seemed to good to be true to me and it showed on my face. "You want me for you? You want me with an extra person?"

"That's right!" she told me enthusiastically. "Do you think that would be okay? Can I talk a boy or a girl into it?"

I looked a little thoughtful at this. I hadn't had any problem with the idea of sharing my blond haired teacher and an other girl, but I wasn't sure about the idea of actually having sex with a boy. "I don't know about a boy. I'm not gay, Doe."

"I aren't either, John. I’m bisexual. In all honesty, I want the extra boy to fill an extra hole in my body."