Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

"Ohhhh, your pussy's so hot, baby! It's like a fire."

I can feel my juice flowing rapidly. My whole body is soaking wet, I'm sweating like a pig. I want him desperately now. I really want that hard piece of meat to plunge through me like a knife through butter.

"Feel my tits! Rub them harder! Ohhhh, I want it! Ohhhh, fuck me! Please fuck me harder! My cunt's wide open for you! Ohhhhh! Fuck me!"

I can feel his entire body trembling with excitement. I know he's going to come. I want that fuck-cream inside me. I want to have all of his hot sperm filling me up.

"Ohhhh, get fucked! Ohhh, baby, I'm hot!"

I can feel my ass pounding against the hard ground. I don't care how red it gets. I want to hurt myself now. I want him. He's smelly and ugly and dirty, and I want him. I want that cock so badly. He's got to fuck me even harder!

I'm massaging his balls, hoping to squeeze out every bit of cock-juice from them. I want them. Oh, what balls he has! I want it all!

"Please fuck me! Ohhhhhh!"

"Baby, I'm going to smash you. I'm hot, baby! I'm so hot I'm going to come! Get fucked! Ohhhh! I'm going to shoot! Ohhhhhh! Get fucked! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Get fucked! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!"

I can feel it! Ohhh, does that feel good! His fuck-cream is driving me wild! My clit is hot!

Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I'm still squeezing his balls! Ohhh, my whole body is boiling over!

"Baby, you're terrific! I knew you'd want it! Ohhh, you're so hot! Baby, your pussy's filled with my juice!"

Oh, boy, is it! I'm swimming in cock-cream. I can see it's still red, still hard, probably ready to go at it again. I want it. I want it as many times as he can give it to me. Oh, please be able to come again. Keep it hard, please! I want to be fucked.

"You liked it?" It's funny. He seems like such a little boy now. His whole manner is changed.

"I loved it. I want you to fuck me with that stick now. I could really take that spear up my pussy and feel good. I'm sorry I cried out before. I hope you can do it."

"You mean it?"

"Sure," I told him.

He looks doubtful. I don't know what it is, but whenever someone really thrills me and I want them to fuck me again and again, for some reason or another they can't. I'm beginning to think I'm destined to go unsatisfied and hungry in this world. I want sex. I must have it. I must have cock, and I can't seem to get enough of it. Why is that? I want this man, with his thick cock and huge balls, and now he won't fuck me again.

"Well, I'll see you around. I've got to get on to my rounds. I'll let you get off about those ducks. But next time, if I catch you, I'll really put it to you."

"You can do it whenever you want. I loved it. Please do it whenever you want to. I won't resist. I'll even let you do whatever you want to do with me."

I think that turned him off. Why?

"Look, lady, don't offer me nothing. When I want to fuck you, I'll let you know, and I don't want to hear no arguments about it, okay? So just get dressed before I really ram you one."

He's stranger than I thought. He's getting himself back into his uniform. His cock is still hanging out. I'd let him fuck me, but he has to do it by force, I guess. Maybe I should cry out for help. He'd fuck me again, that's for sure.

"Now don't you go breaking any more laws, lady. You know what'll happen to you if you did."

"Yes, sure. I'm sorry for what I did."

"Well, you ought to be. You got off easy. If I took you down to the station house, all the guys would've fucked you."

I wonder. Well, he's gone now. It seems that the more I get fucked, the more I want to be fucked. I was never like this before. Oh, I enjoyed men before. I loved cock. But I was able to be satisfied with just a few men, even my husband alone for a while. But now I can't stop. I can't go without sex. What's happening to me?

"Up?"

"Yes, thank you, uh…"

"Frank."

"I'm sorry. How've you been, and, oh, how's Tony?" I don't wish Tony ill, but I much prefer Frank to operate the elevator. He's younger and much more attractive. It makes lire a little better in the rundown building they call the Eagle Hotel.

"He's okay, and so am I. You're looking cheerful." When Frank smiles that way, I get woozy. I can't tell him why I look cheerful. It was that cop's meat that made me cheerful.

"Just in a good mood, I guess." One of these days, I'm going to be the aggressor. I'm going to rape a guy. I know it sounds silly, but it shouldn't. The first one I'll rape would be Frank and then Gary.

This place is beginning to get to me. Whenever I stay here, I get depressed, but when I go out, I feel okay. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm here alone, and when I'm out, I'm with people. Whatever the reason, I'm beginning to really hate this place. I wish I had some other place to go to, but even if I had, chances are I'd wind up in pretty much the same state. You can't run away from yourself, that much even I know.

It's possible that the reason I crave so many men now, is because when I first got married, I had sex only with Tom. I don't ever think I played around. Oh, after we had been married awhile, I did, but by then, I really didn't have much choice concerning who I slept with. Mostly older men, and they weren't really satisfying.

I don't know when I first started being attracted to young boys. Well, young men really. Ronald wasn't the first, though he was one of the most important, not just because I was dismissed from school and my family, but because I helped him find himself. That was very important to me. It still is.

I don't even know when I first was fucked by a kid. It may have been Mike, that delivery boy from Green's Market, but all that doesn't matter now. It's ancient history.

I should have invited Frank back to my room. It's so lonely here. All the euphoria I felt earlier is now gone. God, I hate this room!

Do you think Frank would have wanted to come back with me? I mean, I am older than he is, much older. He's young. He probably has lots of girlfriends. Why would he want to spend time with an old lady like me?

Hell, I'm really not that old. I'm thirty-five. Almost thirty-six. That's young in my book, but perhaps not in his. He might say yes.

Supposing he refused? So what? There are others. After all, Paul can't be much older than Frank. I bet Paul's the same age as Gary, who is eighteen. I really have to get my mind onto other subjects.

Sleep. It's late and I can get to sleep. I have a full day at work tomorrow. It's not usual, but I have to fill in for Suzie. Edie told me a couple of days ago, and I forgot about it until now.

I'm tired. Dog tired. It's just as well I didn't stop and ask Frank to come up here. He's young and gorgeous, but I've had quite enough for one day. I should spend my time concentrating on how to get back to my family, instead of fucking every guy I see.

Ahh, morning. What a beautiful day. Damn! I just remembered I have to spend the whole fucking day at work. Of all the luck! Why couldn't it be mining or something? I should leave this dump early now. I could still take a long walk and get a bit of fresh air.

I hope Paul comes back. You know, sometimes guys say they'll call or see you again and they never do. I wonder if they really intend to call when they say they will. When I say I want to see someone again, I mean it.

Damn! What's taking the fucking elevator so long? I wonder who runs it early in the morning. I rarely get up this early.

Come on, elevator. I don't have all day. I want to have some time to myself before I go to work. If I spend all day right here… Well, it's about time!

"Frank! You work all day and all night?"

"I guess so. I take two shifts. I need the money."

"Well, I'm glad to see you. You're looking good this morning."