Laurie Chandler: Pervert teacher

I was still on the floor. I gazed at him with great affection. He pulled his pants up and wiped the tip of his dick with his already cum-stained shorts.

I wished that it had been even more prolonged. Though I was with him mainly because he needed me, I had enjoyed it and wished that my own pleasure could have been heightened, but I knew that there was time for that. To rush things is often to deny them altogether.

He zipped up his fly, though his cock was still in a half-hard state, causing a slight bulge in the front of his pants. He sat down on the sofa and looked at me.

I sat down next to him as I adjusted my blouse and skirt. "You're beautiful," I said, "and I mean that in more than just the physical sense, though you're one of the most physically beautiful men I've ever seen."

"Thank you," he said. "You've made me very happy."

I put my hand on his knee. He responded warmly by kissing me gently. He looked directly at me and told me, "It was so much better than jacking off. I feel like I've grown up because of you. The pleasure was incredible."

I smiled. He didn't need to tell me that. The look on his face while I was sucking him off, and the sounds he made were enough for me.

"You really went wild," I said. "You were calling for me to suck you even harder. I know you liked it."

"You mean I was talking?"

"Sure. You cried out a lot. 'Suck it!' you cried. It was a turn-on for me that you did."

"I said those things?" His face got red again. "I've never said stuff like that before. I actually said, 'suck it'?"

"'Lick my dick' was another. Ronald, you were beautiful. You felt it and you said it. I told you that words were beautiful. If the thought's beautiful, the words have to be…"

He was pleased. The way he swaggered when he finally left my office convinced me that I had done more good for him in the last hour than anyone had done for him in his entire life.

"Now finish that paper," I called out after him. "I want it by Thursday or you'll flunk."

"You got it!" he sang out. "Thursday!"

And Thursday he came back with it. He seemed taller when he strode into my office that day. Taller and older. Oh, he was still young and handsome. Still a teenager, but he was mature. He had grown up.

"Mrs. Baker," he said, "I've got my term paper."

"Thank you, Ronald," I said. I glanced at it. It seemed well-written and neatly typed. I knew he could do it.

"How have you been?" I asked him. "How's Laurie?"

"Laurie? I don't know."

"Oh, I'm sorry. She still isn't speaking to you?"

"Nope. She's still mad because I've been reading dirty books. And do you want to know something? I don't care. I mean I do like her, but there's a barrier that separates me from her, and I'm afraid that someone else will have to break it."

"Have you met anyone else?" I asked. "Yes and…"

"Which is it?"

"I met a girl, Anna, and I really dig her. She's falling for me, I can tell."

"Why, that's good news," I said, "isn't it?"

"I still haven't, you know, fucked her."

"Well, you just met her. What did you do with her?"

"She gave me a blow-job, just like you did, except that, well, yours was a lot better. I guess she doesn't have the experience that you have. Oh, uh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I didn't mean that, well, she's young, and…"

I had to laugh. "It's all right, Ronald. I'm quite a bit older, you know. I've had a lot more sexual experiences. And soon, I'm sure, you'll be able to make love to her fully."

"I hope so," he said. "I hope I don't louse it up."

"Ronald, you surprise me. Why shouldn't you be able to do well? Judging from last time, you should have no problems."

"I know, but it's different when you go all the way. Maybe I won't be able to, you know, get it me."

"Ronald, Ronald, are you so lacking in confidence? Why won't you be able to get in? Believe me, the way your prick gets hard, it'll simply slide in. And if it's a little tight, use some…"

"Yes. It's a vagina cream. It helps the guy slide his penis into a girl. It'll lubricate your cock." I reached into my desk drawer and took out a tube. It had been sitting there for a while, but I knew it would still be good. I brought it with me when I was sure I was going to have an affair with Mr. Stone in chemistry, but he took up another position at Hastings High before we ever made it.

"Here, feel it. Don't be afraid to touch it, Ronald. It's just a cream."

"And what do I do with it?" he asked.

"Really, Ronald, I'm surprise at you. You rub some on your fingers, and then rub it into your cock. Make sure your cock's well greased. You could also grease up the girl's cunt to make it even easier. Why don't you try a little on your cock. You'll see."

He hesitated. He put a bit more on his fingers and rubbed it in. "I guess I believe you," he said.

"Are you embarrassed? Shall I turn my back?"

"No," he said firmly. "Of course not." I think he was a bit embarrassed, but my mentioning that made him resolve to try it. As I watched, he slowly unzipped his fly and took out his dick, then tried to rub it into his soft cock-flesh.

"You really should try it when you have a hard-on," I said.

"Uh, could you get it hard for me?" he asked. "Ever since last time with you, I really haven't been able to get my own prick very hard. Jacking off hasn't been the same."

I smiled. "Very well." I reached out and began to stroke his meat. The minute, no, the second, I touched it, his dick started to perk up and get hard. I rubbed a lot of the K-Y into his cock and he started to sigh softly.

"Ahh, that feels good," he murmured. "Yes, it does work. Ahh, that's great. I wish I'd known about K-Y when I was jacking off a lot. It feels as if it'd make me come even more."

"Now don't you go starting to jack off again," I admonished. "That's all very well when you have no other sexual outlet, but you do have one. Anna."

"But Anna hasn't let me fuck her yet," he complained. "Ahh, that feels really good."

I rubbed some more of the K-Y into his prick. He was really all greased up with no place to go.

His warm meat bobbed up and down. He let me rub his shaft over and over again, putting still more lubricant on it. I must confess that I loved touching his cock. It wasn't just to educate him in sexual matters that I was doing this; it was also because of the sheer pleasure it was giving me.

As I stroked his prick, the juices in my cunt started to really flow. I leaned back, crossing and uncrossing my legs in a futile attempt to halt the itching in my horny cunt.

I rubbed his cock so hard, apparently, that he had to stop me. "Don't," he said. "I'll come."

"What's wrong with that?" I asked jokingly. "Are you against coming all of a sudden?"

"It's not that," he said. "But it'll still be masturbation, even if it was your hand instead of mine. It won't feel as good as it used to."

"Then I know how to make you feel as good as you used to," I said, having made up my mind that now would be the time to finish what I had so willing started a few days before.

I could no longer stand, the itching in my cunt, and I spread my legs wide as I pulled him closer to me.

I reached inside his fly and felt his balls. They were even heavier than last time, and I knew that he hadn't shot off yet today.

He was unsure of what to do. Though I knew he was aroused, he still felt that he had a loyalty to Anna, and I think he wanted her to be the first woman to feel his cock inside her.

Still, I could no longer control myself. Whereas I had originally wanted only to help Ronald discover the wonders of the human body, I now had to satisfy my own hungers. I wanted this boy. I had to have him. Ronald had to fuck me.

I know some of you don't understand. "He's half your age," you're saying to me. I know. I know it, and yet I can't help it. A young man, no more than twenty, in the first flower of his manhood excites me more than I can say.