Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

His dick is still inside my cunt, and I wish that he'd never need to take it out. I can feel his sperm oozing out of my hole, and it's beginning to slide down my leg. I don't care. I want to be covered with this stud's cum.

"Lou really shot a lot," I told him. "I could feel it coming and coming."

"You made me hot. Your pussy was dynamite!"

Ah, he's sliding his dick out. I can still see the tip covered with cum. It looks so tempting. If only a guy's cock could remain hard forever and never get soft. I wonder how long it would take him to get hard again.

Some guys can keep a hard-on after sex and fuck again, but after two times, it gets soft. Some guys need a little time, like an hour or so before they're ready to fuck again. And some need days. Or weeks.

Paul is a real stud. I bet he can come three times without stopping. I've heard that some guys come a dozen times in a row, but I wonder if that's true. Somehow, good things like that never are.

"We ought to be getting down now," said Paul. Damn! And I was just beginning to hope that we could stay up here all night and watch the stars come out.

"Couldn't we stay just a little longer?" Is he afraid that he can't get it up again? Could that be why he wants to go down?

Nope. "I'd love to stay and fuck you again, but there'll be a night watchman coming along at six-thirty. I could lose my job. I'd love to fuck you again, though. My prick's getting hard again."

It sure was. It looked as long and as hard as before. I want to reach out and touch it. His balls are so beautiful. They must contain even more jizz. I want some more. Maybe I could invite him back to my hotel. They wouldn't mind over there. Lots of girls bring up men.

"Could we spend the evening together?"

"I'd love to. But I can't."

"Oh." I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Lucky girl.

"I'll see you tomorrow, though. You working tomorrow?"

"You bet. And the food will be even better."

"It was pretty good today. Well, let's get down. I hope this fucking elevator works. I'd hate to have to toss you down nine stories." He laughed. Some sense of humor, that one.

It worked. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Sure."

I wonder how many times we can fuck before he gets tired of me. Why should he want to be with a woman who's older than he is? He must have lots of young girls. Why is it always the young girls who get the young boys? I want a young one all to myself.

I feel really great. That boy did me a world of good. My whole being is alive. There's nothing like a good fuck, if you pardon my being so fucking crude.

I think I'm going to hate going back to my room at the Eagle Hotel, though. The smell of booze will be overpowering. Besides, that's my feel-sorry-for myself room. I don't feel that way now, and I don't want to go back there.

What I really want to do is see my family. I know that if I set foot in Parker City, I'll be run out on a rail, but maybe I'll sneak up behind the house and peer in.

No, that's not a very good idea. They'll recognize my car anyway. As worn as Thomas sees me, he'll call the sheriff.

I haven't done anything wrong, though. Why shouldn't I see my family if I want to? I promise not to do anything I shouldn't. I promise not to cause any more scandals.

No, I take that back. It's just as well I don't go back. As soon as I see Gary, I know what I'll do. Have you ever seen a woman rape a man?

What I really would love to do, other than suck off my son, that is, would be to go to the park and wander around at night looking at the stars. It's very romantic. If only I had someone to be romantic with.

It's so deserted here. Unlike some of the big cities, this park is safe. Only an occasional couple, arm in arm, walking around the lake, and a more occasional police officer are ever around.

It's like the park that Tom took me to the first night I went out with him. There I was in my pink frilly dress and he was trying to fuck me. It's funny now, but it wasn't then.

Idly I start feeling the ducks the rest of my orange.

"Hey, lady, you can't do that." What the fuck?

"Oh. Sorry, officer. I didn't know."

"Can't you read?"

"What? Ohhhh, I'm sorry, I didn't see the sign."

"There's a fine for that, you know. Fifty dollars."

I'll have to take you in and give you a summons. "But I don't have fifty dollars!"

"That's tough. Get it. Maybe the judge will listen to your sob story, but not me, sister. What's your name?"

"Marianne Baker. I live at the Eagle Hotel. Look, could we just forget the fine? I'm really sorry, and I can't afford fifty dollars. Here, I have five. Will you take that and forget about the summons?"

"Ohhh, a bribe. Well, well. You think you can offer money to an officer of the law and have him neglect his duty? Is that what you think?"

"Why, no, but…"

"You're really in trouble now. First, you broke the law against feeding the ducks. Two, you offered me a bribe. You're in a fine mess now, lady."

"Hey, don't touch me!" The nerve! "And three, resisting arrest."

"What?"

"You resisted arrest by pushing me away."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just was afraid that you…"

"Yes? That I was what? That I was going to molest you? Is that what you were afraid of? Well, do men always molest you? What do you do to provoke them? You provoke them and then when they respond, you turn them away, making them frustrated. You're not a very nice person, lady. Me and my nightstick don't like you."

He's crazy. Why is he holding his nightstick like that? That billy club is dangerous.

"See here, lady, you're in one hell of a mess. You know, I could have you put away for a long time."

"Why, because I gave a duck a piece of orange?"

"Don't get fresh! Old dickie boy doesn't like fresh women."

"Who is dickie boy?" As if I couldn't guess.

"This club here. We work as a team. And he don't like women with smart tongue, got that?"

Hey! What's he doing with it? He's pushing me up against a tree. I wish there were someone else around. I'm getting scared.

"Now you just relax, lady. Don't you worry about a thing. You're in a mess of trouble, but I think that we can straighten things out."

There's something funny about this cop. I can see it in his eyes. He's weird. He's deranged. Uh-oh. He's starting to push that fucking club at me.

"Oww, that hurts!"

"Oh, lady has a stomachache? This club hurting your belly?"

"Ooooh, let me rub and make it all better." The cop is trying to massage my stomach. Maybe I ought to kick him in the balls.

"Hey, lady, just relax. Don't get up-tight, because it's just going to hurt a bit more if you are. Relax, take it nice and easy."

I'm beginning to feel real fear. Maybe I should scream. I don't think anyone would hear me, though, and he might get frightened and kill me.

"Yes, just relax. Mmm, your body feels so nice through your clothes. I wonder what it would feel like underneath those clothes. Pretty clothes, too. Let me look at them closer. Oh, yes, you're a real pretty lady. Ohhh, no bra? A libber? How nice."

"Don't touch me there!"

"Ohhh? Why not? Is there something wrong with your tits? Why shouldn't I touch them? I think I will now. I love your tits. They're so fleshy and creamy. Ohhhhhh, your nipples are like little sticks. I wonder how they'd feel if I sucked on them."

Christ! I'm going to be sick. He's licking my nipples now. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a pair of brass knuckles!

"Hey, lady, you wouldn't be getting any ideas about pushing me away, would you? Because if you are, I'm going to rap you one with old dickie boy. This here stick is hard. Feel it, baby. Feel my billy club."

"Owww! Don't push your stick there. That hurt!"