Laurie Chandler: Pervert teacher

Slowly, I started to kiss him all over his face. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his ears, his neck. I kissed his lips again and then his chin, and began to kiss his two golden masculine nipples on his well developed muscular chest.

His chest felt hard and firm to my touch, and I licked his belly as I worked my way down to his balls and cock.

His golden cock hairs tasted delicious to me. I knew that I just had to fuck this boy, but the delights of tasting his young prick would have to come first.

He slowly undulated his body, pressing his crotch back and forth against my face. My saliva dribbled out and onto his golden rod as I slowly approached.

I could smell the aroma of jism. It filled the air. Dried cum was all over his cock and balls, and the musky odor of cum made my pussy ooze with delight.

My lips slowly descended onto his cock. I kissed the base of his dick first, and then worked my way along its length until I could feel the bump where his cock-head began.

He put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself and, as I got down on my knees, he started to massage my tits again, pressing harder and harder into the tender flesh.

I now licked his prick with the tip of my tongue. It tasted so good. His cock was so young, so fresh, so spirited. And with the aroma of sweet cum, I felt myself getting woozy, ready to open myself up to his golden youth.

The blood raced through his organ, tickling the tip of my tongue as I licked his cock. I tasted his tiny piss-slit at the very tip, and then began to lick the underside of his prick, making sure that not a single spot of his dong remained untouched.

My fingers kneaded his balls harder and harder. I could tell by his sighs and groans that having a woman touch and rub his balls was something that he was especially sensitive to.

I patted his balls with the tips of my fingers. I played a kind of catch with them. I pulled his balls to one side and tossed them to the other where my other hand tossed them back. As his balls swung back and forth, my tongue kept up its flicking action, coating his long hard dong with my saliva.

I moved my hands over his muscular ass until I could feel his bung. As I slid his spear up and down across my lips now, I started to slowly stick my fingers into his asshole.

"Ohhhh!" he cried as my fingers began to plug up his shitter. I wasn't sure if it was a cry of pain or pleasure or some combination of both, but as I continued to finger-fuck his asshole, his cries became louder and louder.

I could not stop, however, hoping that I wasn't hurting the boy. I couldn't even dream of hurting a boy since I have one of my very own, just Ronald's age.

My whole being was consumed with absorbing this boy's body into my own. I wanted him desperately now, and my activities became more and more intense.

The soft moaning sounds that I heard started to make sense to me, as I realized he was softly speaking. I strained my ears to catch what he was saying.

"Liiiiiick my cock," he moaned. "Ohhhh, use your tongue! Ohhhh! My balls! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

He was so soft and gentle that I became the aggressive one in our relationship. I quickly grabbed hold of his prick and thrust it into my mouth.

I have never enjoyed sucking a man's dong as much as I did then. His huge hard-on filled my face with fleshy delight. I wanted to swallow his cock and balls whole.

He started to pump his meat in and out of my face as his balls banged against my chin again and again. I continued my finger-fucking acting in and out of his ass, and I realized that I wasn't hurting him after all. With a great sense of relief, I redoubled my efforts and drilled down even farther into his shit-tube.

"Suuuuuck it," he moahed as I slurped my way all over his prick. "Suck it, oh, please suck it! Ohhhh!! Ohhhh!"

His body swayed back and forth. With each forward motion, his dong entered my mouth even deeper, and with each backward pull, my fingers slid deeper into his asshole.

I started to cry out, feeling a desperate need for a hard cock up my steaming-hot cunt. I craved having this young boy fuck me, but I didn't want to release his prick from my mouth. I wanted two cocks, two boys, right now.

I began to close my eyes and picture my own son, Gary, unzipping his fly, readying himself to fuck his mother. Oh, how many times have I wanted Gary to fuck me! His cock is so long and perfect, his body so hard and masculine! Ever since the time I accidentally walked into the bathroom and saw him jerking off I've wanted that gorgeous cock to be penetrating my cunt.

But now, Ronald's cock was all I had. I wanted it both in my mouth and in my cunt and my greed was turning me on.

The juices dripped out of my pussy as quickly as a rapidly leaking faucet. I was wet, and I was getting wetter.

I stopped sucking his prick and looked up at the pleasure-contorted face of my handsome hero. "Ronald," I begged in a soft whisper, "I want you to fuck me."

He didn't hear me. His body started to tremble as he looked down, wondering why I had stopped eating his meat.

"Suck me, oh, please suck my cock!" he moaned.

I couldn't resist. I had to deny myself the ultimate pleasure, being fucked by my youthful golden God, to satisfy him first. He wanted his cock sucked. His cock shall be sucked.

His meat tasted even better now that I knew I was going to drink his creamy jizz.

His body began to shake. I could, feel a trembling in his balls, and I started to rub them with one hand as the other massaged and caressed his ass-cheeks.

I pulled him hard into me. I suddenly felt as if his prick was going to slide down my throat. It was so long that it touched the back of my mouth and still there was more.

"Ohhh, that's good," he moaned. "Lick me! Ohhhh! Watch me when I shoot, ohhh! I'm going to shoot!"

His prick suddenly started to rock back and forth. I sucked harder and harder, trying to make sure that I would get every drop of his fuck-syrup as it flowed from his dick.

I squashed his balls against my lips, and they slid into my mouth along with his shaft. His body trembled. His fingers pressed into my shoulder, causing exquisite and welcome pain.

"Suck it! Ohhhh! Suck my dick! Ohhhh! Eat it! Ohhhhh! OHHHHHH!" His body shook violently and I felt the first drops of his sperm pouring onto my tongue.

I pulled him into me as hard as I could, and his balls released his huge remaining store of fuck-cream as I felt wave after wave of hot foam spurting into my mouth.

I chewed on the tip of his prick as he came. More and more jism jetted out of his pecker and I used my tongue to lick up every drop.

His balls shook wildly. We swayed to and fro as his sperm endlessly flowed into my body.

His cries filled the air. The sound of pleasure was everywhere.

We twisted and writhed together as my mouth held a firm grip on his shaft and his balls now danced all over the place. I swallowed hard, but there was still more fuck-cream pouring into me.

My pussy was so wet and had been so excited even though there was nothing stimulating it directly, that I started to reel with climactic ecstasy. I suddenly let go of his prick and held my hand against my cunt so hard that I was almost able to fuck myself with it.

The last of his jism shot out onto the floor, and I barely managed to catch it with my tongue. I had wanted every drop, but had to satisfy myself with most of it.

He looked at me with what may have been tears in his eyes. "Thank you," he said. "You've made me finally feel like a man."

I knew it was only a beginning. Ronald still had that final hurdle to cross, but that was only a small stream, compared to the ocean he had just traveled. To go from having a woman give you head to finally fucking a woman was a much shorter distance than from jacking off to getting a blow-job.