Laurie Chandler: Pervert teacher

My son Gary had a lot to do with it, as I said earlier. I don't know if that's the real reason, though I look forward to the day when all people will be free enough to relate in all ways to all other people.

I do know that a young male starts the juices flowing in my cunt, and there's nothing I can do about it, except satisfy my desire. Ronald excited me, and I had to have him. His prick was so sturdy and long, that I had to feel it within my pussy. I had to close my cunt around his dick and feel it fucking me.

I quickly slipped out of my skirt. I took hold of his hand and placed it against my tits. That was the right thing to do, because the next thing I knew, he was crouching over me, licking and tasting my fleshy jugs.

He squeezed my tits and tried to force all of my flesh into his mouth. He went wild as I continued to massage his cock. I felt my whole body burning up with fire.

I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my panties. They were so wet that they clung to my crotch as I strained to pull them down.

His prick was thoroughly coated with the K-Y. I lay back on the sofa as he pressed hard into my cunt-mound.

My beaver was sopping wet, and he tried to maneuver his dick into my hole. He kept missing at first, and I had to take hold of his cock and guide it right into my cunt-mouth.

It slid right in. I gasped for breath as I felt his long hard dong penetrating me deeper and deeper, and I knew he was pleased that for the first time in his life he was fucking a woman.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" I cried as his meat entered my fuck-tunnel. "Yes! Oh, Ronald! It's wonderful! Ohhh! Ohhh! Harder, Ronald! Ohh, that's it! Ohhh, Ronald, fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

He had entered me so fast that he hadn't bothered to remove his clothes, and I could see that the metal teeth of the zipper were digging into his balls. It must have given him pleasure, because he made no move to change his position or take his pants off.

He continued to lick my tits and nipples. I guess the girls he'd been going out with never even had tits for him to look at, because he was so thrilled with all that flesh.

My pussy walls closed tightly around his cock. I could feel his sausage sliding in and out of my cunt, and I rubbed my fingers against his balls as they slapped against my cunt.

It was as if a fire were consuming me. My whole body was being burned alive and I was loving every minute, every inch of it.

His body twisted and turned and it felt as if his cock was rotating within my cunt. My pussy-lips glistened with my flowing juices.

I clamped my hands around his ass and pulled him into me even more tightly. I wanted that long rod to plunge into my hole as far as it could go.

"Fuck me, Ronald!" I begged. "Fuck me so hard that your cock will drive all the way up my body! Ohh, that's it! That's it! Harder! Faster! More! Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"

I felt a trembling in his body overtake him. He started to cry out with exquisite pleasure. The tong tube that was ramming my hole was heating up rapidly.

He pounded away at my steaming cunt. My lubricating honey poured out faster and faster, and I could feel my tiny clitoris being so wildly massaged that I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs.

My ass was pounding against the cushions of the sofa. I was shaking all over with delight. Our bodies were ready to reach the stars together as his balls readied themselves to pour their creamy load into me.

"Are you ready?" I asked, hoping that he'd shoot his jism into me right away. I was crying out for it. I needed it. I needed it so badly that my body felt pangs of hunger. Hunger for the sweet cream Ronald's prick would give me.

"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm going to shoot! Ohhh! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"

The two of us cried out in wild abandon. We screamed, shouted and yelled for all the world to hear.

His prick opened up with such a thick barrage of hot creamy sperm that it filled up my pussy and began to flow out, mixing with my own lubricating juices to pour all over my cunt and dribble down the side of my leg.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He screamed with pleasure as his cock spouted a never-ending geyser of cum into my hole. His balls trembled and shook as the flow of sperm seemed to be unceasing.

Even after the last of his jism had shot out of his dong, our bodies twisted and writhed together, causing a second explosion within my craving body.

As he withdrew his prick from my cunt, I took hold of it with my hands and rubbed the juice that had dripped out of my pussy onto the head and fondled his sweet meat over and over.

"It's so good," I kept saying. "Oh, Ronald, you're so good. Your cock is so warm and beautiful. I want you to fuck me again and again, Ronald. Oh, Ronald, your cock made me so happy. Please fuck me again. Please! Please!"

Now I rarely have begged for things in my life. I do not feel that it is dignified for a woman in my position (in my former position, that is. Now I would beg for anything, and I do) to beg for anything. But I begged for his cock. I wanted his balls. I had to have all of his masculinity within me, filling my cunt up with his beautifully creamy sperm.

I pulled his cock up towards my face, and kissed it.

He began to fidget and I reluctantly let the boy edge away from me. Apparently he sensed something wrong. We heard no sound other than the ones emitted at the height of our pleasure, but as Ronald pulled his cock away from my face, preventing my tongue from tasting my cunt-juice at the tip of his cock, I turned my head towards the door.

To this day, I don't know who was the most shocked. Was I, who had never before been so scared? Was it Ronald, who despite his inner strength was still afraid of one person in the world? Or was it the principal of the school, Mr. Pimson, who was staring down hard at us?

"Mrs. Baker!!" he shrieked in his high pitched voice, sounding for all the world like a hack Hollywood actor who had been in too many war movies playing Germans. "Mrs. Baker! You will be in my office at once!" and he clicked his heels, raised his right arm high in front of him, turned, slammed the door and left.

"Mr. Pimson! Oh, Mr. Pimson! Oh, where're my shoes? I'm not dressed! My… my… my fly's open! Ohhh, my God, that was Mr. Pimson! What am I'm going to do? He saw me with my cock hanging out of my pants! Oh, Jesus I'm going to be expelled! That was Mr. Pimson, Mrs. Baker! The principal! I'm in trouble! He's going to tell my mother!"

How like a man! And what about me, Ronald Warren? Oh, I know I led you on. I know you're young and I should have known better. But can't you see beyond your nose? He screamed at me, not you. What about me? What's going to happen to me?

"You are dressed, Ronald," I reminded him. "Don't stand there like some sort of retarded gorilla. Zip up your fucking fly and get out of here. Your shoes are under the sofa. Get out, Ronald. We're both in trouble."

The look of panic on his face was priceless. He should be proud. I'm an attractive woman. He made it with me, not Mr. Pimson, not every pimply-faced sex-starved young man in this hell-hole of a school. He Ronald Warren. What the fuck are you so up-tight about? He'll give you a medal, that's what old Pimmy will do. He'll give you a medal for being a real stud, for doing something that he hasn't been able to do in two hundred years.

How long was he there? How long was old Pimmy, old Pimson, standing in the doorway, his tongue hanging out? Probably since the start of all this, knowing him, the dirty old man.

I didn't notice if he had a hard-on, but I doubt it. I don't think he has anything between his legs. It must have dried up during the war. The War of Independence, that is.

What shall I say to him? What can I say? "Did you like the show?"