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Sex School Reunion of Eager Cocks

This week on Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns, we go to a two-part series on a sex school reunion of sorts. In all honesty, it’s an all-boys prep school reunion where I ran the sexual education course for graduating seniors. This is a traditional school that seemed to only provide formal sex ed once the boys are 18 and well on their way out. As a result, I often had voracious conversations with lascivious lads that never had a woman honestly discuss sex and sexuality without judging them. For this reason, I guess I stood out to them, and this became abundantly clear further into the reunion.

Purposefully, the reunion is dubbed the Decade Link Up since all attendees graduated 10 years ago. Little do I know, I am visited from the men across many decades of past graduates. Their only link is sex school with me and French class with Monsieur Moreau (Mr. Moreau). Monsieur Moreau is a French Canadian from right over the border. I remember him with member him with the most luscious locks that I always wanted to run my fingers through. Think of the quintessential 90s humble quaff called the quiff with long-on-top but short on the side hair. I am ecstatic to know that he is at the reunion.

Head Mistress in Reunion Group Project

Who knew this sexy mistress is about to be HEAD Mistress to a sex school with a stable of versatile and eager woman-worshiping studs and their French professor! As it turns out, they know, and this clandestine cock caravan has a plan. My boys met in advance to see who’d be on board for a full sex ed reunion with adult demonstrations. Surprisingly, it was Monsieur Moreau, my wavy-haired Mory, that began the plans for the decade reunion with me in mind. I really want to assess his sexual education. Who knows, I want to help if he is in grave need of some sex ed from this sexy mistress!

Eventually, all the reunion boys get a sex ed refresher at my knee. Meanwhile, I improve my French with a series of oral exams. In a weird way, by the end it felt like some sort of sex school class project or graduation gift with an erected tower of erections in my honor. At that very podium I took my final French oral exam and boy do I pass! Actually, at this reunion, I am the cougar hunted by the very hunters I TRAIN in my sex school! Everyone knows that the thrill IS in the hunt. So let the games begin, and just like they say in New Orleans, laisse les bons temps rouler (let the good times roll)!

Sex School in Session

It all starts when I arrive at the Alistair Preparatory Academy mixer on a rainy Friday night. Immediately, a bacchanalia of boys from my sex school past in varied states of drink greet me. It is a virtual cornucopia of demolition team themed delight. The theme is clear because some of the boys are hammered, a couple are smashed, others a little steamed, and a few fully wrecked. As the night progressed, all the men sober up and began different activities all directed at winning attention. Soon the group thins out to contain just Mory and a select few of my favorite students, a few good boys and some bad ones too. It is then that Mory suggests an old French blindfold game.

Cannot wait for my sex school reunion part two to drop next week? Read my blog on office sex to get a return on investment! Better yet, call me and I will give you your own personal sex ed. I’ll can make you my favorite student or punish you for being the worst! Dealers’ choice, call me!

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