Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

"I'm coming, baby! Take it! Eat that cock! Drink my juice, baby! I'm coming! Ohhhh! Suck me off! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"

He's smashing his cock into her face. Look at the way his sperm is dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin! He's squeezing her tits while he's shooting.

His cock is still dripping. He's taken it out of her mouth, and he's still coming. Wow, Benny sure had it in him all right.

I can't stand it any more. I want to get fucked. I want someone to slide his cock into me. Ohh, please someone fuck me.

"What is going on here!!" Edie screamed.

"Oh, Edie, we, we were just, we were just checking, checking on Benny's order. Oh, that's all, Edie, that's all!" Suzie is really up-tight now. She's terrified that Edie caught her giving head to one of the customers.

"Benny, you get your dick back inside and get out of the kitchen!"

"Yes, Edie." He has a smirk on his face. What a smug son of a bitch! Ha! He's staining his pants. He'll have to walk about all day with a cum-spot in front of him.

"And you, young lady, get back to work."

"Yes, Edie." She's wiping her chin with a napkin. God, that girl's covered with cum.

I'm still hot, though. Now I'll never get through the rest of the day. Well, I better get that guy's omelet. He's probably so hungry I wouldn't be surprised if he's eaten the dishes.

"Hey! Where'd the guy who ordered this omelet go? Christ, Edie, the nerve of some people. They order food, and then leave after we've prepared it for them."

"Well, don't let it bother you. There are always more customers."

And how! Another new guy, and this one is, Christ, it's Gary! No, it just looked like him. I could have sworn it was my son. His spitting image, that's for sure.

"Hey, that's my table."

"You take mine, Suzie. And don't argue with me. You're lucky you didn't get fired just now."

Good. That takes care of her. "May I help you? Would you like to see a menu? The veal is very good today and so is the clam chowder."

"You mean it isn't good other days?"

He's got a sense of humor. Good. I like that in a man. I even like it in a boy, which he is.

"It's terrific other days. It's just good today."

"What else it good today?"

Baby, wouldn't you like to know! "The stew is good. It's always good."

"Stew is fine. And I want lots of bread."

"Here you are. Anything else?" Please.

"No, thanks. Can't eat too much. Got to get back to work."

"You working around here?"

"Sure. Over at Davis' Construction. Building the new wing to the school. Today is my first day, so I guess I'll be in here quite a bit."

Hooray! "What do you actually do?"

"I'm a carpenter."

"I'd love to watch you work. Would you mind?" Was I being too bold and forward? Good, if I was. That's how you do it nowadays. No pussy-footing.

No beating around the bush.

"Sure. C'mon over now. I mean when I finish eating."

"I'd love to, but I gotta work until four. What time do you stop?"

"Five. You can watch me cut up the planks for an hour. It's boring, though. I warn you."

I wonder if he knows what I really want to do. I bet he does. He's got a brain, that one. Muscles and a head. Delicious!

"Excuse me, but you have a carpenter working here. Dark hair, about six feet tall. Kind of dimply smile." Why is the foreman looking at me like that?

"That must be Paul. He expecting you?"

"Yes. Tell him Marianne the waitress is here."

They won't let me onto the site. I guess he didn't know that when he suggested I could come watch him.

Here's the foreman again. "He said to wait. He'll be done soon."

"Thanks." Okay, so I'll wait. My. Look at all those guys around here. How come I never saw this construction site? I must be blind. Every one of them is more gorgeous than the next. Why are all construction workers so handsome? Do they have to pass an appearance test, a beauty contest before they are given jobs?

There's the whistle. It must be five. They'll all streaming out now. My goodness. I'd love to have each one of them in my bed. Why am I so horny? Is it because of Paul? Or is it because he reminds me of Gary? I can't be normal. It isn't natural for a mother to want to fuck with her own son, and yet I do.

I know Gary has a big cock. I saw it quite by accident when he was in the bathroom and had forgotten to lock the door.

His hand was wrapped around his meat and he was beating it furiously. He was going so wild that he didn't notice I had opened the door. Or did he? Anyway, it was such a turn-on. I waited for him to shoot his load against the wall, and then, as he cleaned it up, I went back to my room and slid a candle up my cunt, pretending it was Gary's prick.

Ever since then, I have wanted to have my son's dick inside my cunt. Whether it's normal or not, though, I want it. What I wouldn't give to have Gary fuck me!

"Hi. I see you remembered."

"Sure, I remembered, I wanted to watch you work, but they wouldn't let me up."

"They'll all go home now, and I've still something to do. It's against regulations, but what the fuck. Just be careful, okay?"

"Sure." I was thrilled. He led me onto the site after the foreman and everyone else had gone, and I watched him as he started to saw some boards in half.

He was getting all hot and sweaty. "You don't mind if I take my shirt off, do you?"

"Why no, go right ahead if it'll make you feel more comfortable." Do I mind indeed! He could take his pants off for that matter. I wish he would, too. I bet he's got a big prick between his legs!

"Thanks. Some ladies feel kind of funny with a guy who's half-naked." I'm beginning to feel funny as he's pulling that T-shirt over his head. Look at those stomach muscles! He's tanned and smooth. My knees feel weak. I'd better sit down.

"Hey, you look a little pale. Maybe you shouldn't be here."

"No, I'm all fight. Hard day's work and all that."

"You have to be careful around here. If you're not quick, you're liable to get hurt."

"I'm all right. Thanks. Could we go up there?"

"Up there? You mean on top of the girders? That's dangerous, you could get hurt, especially the way you feel."

"I feel fine, Paul. Really I do."

"I'm not supposed to be here myself, and you certainly shouldn't. We could both get hurt."

"Please? There's a flat surface it looks like up there, where one of the floors is being built. Right on top, you see it? Let's try."

"Okay, if you're game."

Wow! This view is terrific. I can even see my hotel from here. It's windy, though. I hope the floor is secure.

"Great, isn't it? I love it. I love the way the wind feels against my body. I feel like I'm riding my bike."

"You have a motorcycle?"

"Yeah. Or had. I couldn't meet the payments so it was taken away from me. That's why I had to get this job. I want to get it back."

"I wonder how it'd feel to ride into the wind on a bike," I said. "You look like you're feeling terrific."

"Terrific isn't the word. I'd love to feel that wind all over my body."

We're surrounded by nothing but open air and steel girders. No walls. Just a floor. Not even a ceiling. It's like riding in an open-air airplane.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

"My God, are you all fight? You almost slipped. We don't belong up here. I should never have let you in."

"No, no, I'm all right. Thank you for catching me. Let me catch my breath. Thank you. I'm okay."

"Let's go down."

"No, Paul. I want to stay up here. Just hold onto me, that's all. I'll be all right."

"We should sit down. Standing up isn't wise."

"Just keep hold of me. Don't let me go."

"Sure." His grip is really tight. I'm beginning to feel warm and tingly the way he's touching me. I wonder if he's feeling anything. I really can't tell. His pants don't seem to be bulging in front.