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Laurie Chandler: Pervert teacher

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My pussy was leaking so much juice. I could feel it against my thigh. My panties were already sopping wet, and I'd just started to get excited.

I could feel the tension in my tits. My nipples were as hard as his cock was. I felt my whole body tingling with erotic excitement.

He got up. I was afraid he was going to bolt out the door and never return. I hadn't yet convinced him that the book was not dirty.

I blocked the door. "Ronald, please stay. You don't understand. That's a work of art, not dirt." His prick was so swollen, that he must have been in great pain.

In his attempt to get past me, he brushed against me, and his bulging fly pressed against my thigh.

He reeled back. He landed against the opposite wall, and stood there, his whole body convulsed.

I saw a dark spot beginning to appear where his cock-head pressed against the fabric. I realized that that instant contact with my body had made him shoot off, since he was so aroused just from talking about sex.

The spot became larger and larger. He must have shot an awful lot of sperm, because it seemed to be filling up his shorts.

In a while, his writhing stopped, and he sank down onto the sofa, feeling spent and exhausted.

"Are you all fight, Ronald?" I asked him, seeing his head lower and his eyes close.

"I-I-I'm okay," said a soft voice. How unlike Ronald! Such a well-built young man with such a tiny girl's voice.

"Just relax, Ronald. It's normal. It's natural."

"But I… but I got all wet!" he wailed.

"It's nothing. Cum stains can be removed in the wash. You can use my handkerchief and there's a wash basin in the corner over there."

"Thank you," he said. He got up and went to attempt to remove the stains from the front of his pants. I knew he wouldn't be able to get it out entirely – he had shot too much jism – but he could do it so that no one would know that there had been a stain there.

He seemed calmer, more relaxed now. The tension from his arousal was gone, and he even smiled as he returned from the wash basin.

"Thanks," he said, handing me back the wet handkerchief.

I smiled at him. He was such a handsome boy. It was a real pity that Laurie didn't know how to take advantage of that fact.

"Do you mind if I stay here until my pants dry off?" he asked.

"No, not at all. Please do. Do you feel all right now?"

"Uh, sure," he said. "I guess I just overreacted, that's all."

"If you don't mind my saying so, it just proves what denial of natural desires can lead to. You were probably so horny that the merest contact made you come. But do you understand my point about the book?"

"I guess so. I'm just not used to reading books with words like 'cock' and 'cunt' and 'fuck' in them."

"They're just words, Ronald. Don't ever be frightened of words. They're only ugly if there's ugliness behind them."

He occasionally adjusted his clothing. The cum inside his shorts was probably making him feel uncomfortable.

"You can change when you get home," I told him. "It must feel awfully sticky."

"It sure does. It's not exactly a new experience, though. I used to jerk off a lot in my pants and walk around all day with my cock swimming in my sperm."

It was good to hear Ronald relax and be able to speak of sex as naturally as he would of baseball scores. Why our society makes people, particularly young people, up-tight about sex is beyond me.

"Do you masturbate a lot?" I asked him. It seemed such a waste of good jism.

"Uh, well, not a lot. Some. I guess I wouldn't do it at all if Laurie were more cooperative."

"How close have you ever gotten to fucking her? Or any girl, for that matter."

"Not very. I guess I'm repressed. Once I tried to just get Laurie to touch my fly when my prick was hard, but she wouldn't. And with other girls, it's been even worse."

"A good-looking, muscular boy like you? They must be really up-tight not to want to do a little necking and petting."

"Thank you," he said modestly. "Maybe there's something wrong with me. I shower every day, and I'm sure I don't have bad breath. Maybe there's something wrong with my technique."

"Possibly, though with some girls, no technique will get you to first base."

"I usually don't even try to kiss a girl on the first date. Maybe I should. I usually wait for the second or third. But then, when I do kiss them, I can feel them waiting for it to be over. I don't know what's wrong. I'm getting hotter and hornier, but all they want to do is go home and go to bed."

"Do you use your tongue when you kiss?"

"My tongue?"

"Sure. It's called French-kissing among other things."

"Well, I guess not. I don't really know what you mean, though, Mrs. Baker. Maybe that's what's wrong."

"Perhaps." I knew then that what I was about to do might not be approved of by my colleagues, but then they didn't fully understand what I was trying to do with Ronald. He was a boy in need, and all I wanted to do was to help him.

"I'll show you," I said. "You'll feel where my tongue's going and what it's doing. Then you'll know. Maybe the girls will need more than that, but at least it's a start."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Baker! No wonder you're such a popular teacher. You understand that teaching's more than just drilling facts into our heads."

I took hold of his head and pressed his lips to mine. My whole body felt warm and tingly as I did so.

I slid my tongue into his mouth, and began to kiss him passionately. He responded automatically with a similar gesture. I knew then that it wasn't just him. He went out with passionless girls.

The more we kissed, the more our lips and mouths intertwined, and closer our bodies became. We were pressed up tightly against each other, and I could feel that his cock was beginning to stir again as he rubbed his crotch against mine.

Ronald had come a long way in feeling that all human feelings were quite normal. He did not object when I slid my hand between his legs and felt that his prick had gotten quite hard again.

He put his hands up on my tits. My nipples hardened again.

Ronald squeezed my tits. I could hear him sigh as he did, and that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

His young masculinity began to turn me on so much that I could feel my panties getting wet with pussy-juice. I realized now for the first time that I desperately wanted this young man to fuck me.

His cock seemed to be getting harder by the instant. I felt his balls underneath two layers of fabric and I pressed them hard.

He groaned.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I'm sorry."

"No!" he gasped. "It felt terrific. Do it again, Mrs. Baker. Please do it again."

I started to rub my hands all over his cock and balls. I could feel the blood pounding in his tool and I raced to unzip his fly.

His shorts were yellowed with cum stains. I realized that it wasn't the first time he had shot his load into that particular pair of shorts, and I pulled them down to touch his beautiful meat.

I gasped when I looked down. Though I knew his prick would be large, I hadn't the slightest inkling that this lad, a teen would have one of the largest pricks I'd ever seen.

It was standing up proud and erect. His cock-head was a purplish-red and it bobbed up and down as blood pumped into it.

I continued to slowly massage his balls. They were large round balls hanging down evenly on each side of his massive shaft, and as I pressed the palms of my hands against those balls, he swayed and sighed with pleasure.

I realized that he had never before felt a woman touch his prick lie responded with such exquisite delight that it made me all the more excited to know that I was the one who was leading him into manhood.

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