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Laurie Chandler: Pervert teacher

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Christ, this is wonderful! My right index finger is fucking me. It's going in and out of my slit, and I'm going to climax! Oh, baby, this is dynamite! I want to be fucked! That finger is Ronald's dick. It's long and thick and hard! Fuck me, Ronald! Ohhhh!! Ohhhhhh!! I can't stand it!! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!!

Ohh, baby, that was good! Now I know how much I miss Ronald and all the boys I taught. Now that I know how good young cock feels, I want to go back to school and have them all. I want young cock. Only a young guy can make me feel this way.

Look at that stain on the bed. It's incredible.

Did my cunt pour out that much juice? It looks like there really was a guy here, and that's his sperm all over the sheets.

I have a few more hours to relax before I go to work tonight. I hope it's not crowded. I'm tired. I think I tired myself out fucking myself. If only young guys came in there. I could invite them into the back and let them do a number on me. I don't care what they would do as long as it involved their cocks and balls.

You know what I miss most about being banished from my own home, my own family? It's Gary. He's such a sweet boy. He's handsome and strong and I'm going crazy not being able to see him. I want him. I want him to be with me and comfort his mother in her time of need.

But the most galling thing is the fact that my husband is really a hypocrite. All this baloney about my not being a good influence on my children. And what about him?

He thinks he's such a moral and upstanding citizen, but I have news for you. He had an affair with his secretary. Yep. That son of a bitch also fucked around. So why did he pick on me? All I wanted was a young boy with a hard piece of meat. I didn't want to marry the guy, for Christ's sake. Just a piece of cock, that's all. Is there anything wrong with that? Do we all live by a double standard?

CHAPTER THREE

I found out about my husband and his secretary only by chance. I was cleaning out the den one day and came across a bundle of papers all neatly wrapped up with a ribbon.

I opened them. I couldn't figure out what it could be. We never had stationery like this, all pink with a blue border. Lovely.

"Dear Tiger." (Don't you love it? Thomas, a tiger!) "I just had to write you to tell you I miss you, and I wish I didn't have to go away on my vacation with my mother, because I want to be with you so we can play nookie together. I love playing nookie with you. You make me feel good all over, especially inside my 'nestle' and I want to lick you and I'm licking this pen thinking it's your lollipop. I can't wait to get back to work and crawl under your desk again, to have a bite to eat. See you next week. Love, Snookums."

How did that girl ever get released from nursery school? There were more letters, all addressed to my husband at his office. I wonder what he wrote to her.

Anyway, the others were more of the same, and when I confronted Tom with the evidence, he laughed.

"Oh, that's Nell."

"I know who it's from. Is it true, or is she off the wall?"

"Look, Marianne, I don't want to discuss it. That's my office that's involved, and I don't want to talk about it. You know I don't like to talk about my work at home."

"I'm beginning to understand why," I said. This was years ago, mind you, and I loved him very much. I figured he was having an affair with his secretary, but so long as he kept me happy, I didn't mind. He did know how to please me with his cock and balls.

He refused to discuss it, and when he tried to take the letters away from me, I kept them and hid them. It proves that he is a real hypocrite, especially as regards to the children. He brought her home one night and fucked her when I was away, but Gary and Carolyn were at home.

Of course his secretary would go wild over him. I did, too, years ago. Tom wasn't always as stuffy as he is now. He and I used to carry on so beautifully together that I still occasionally feel tenderness toward him when I think of him. You'll notice I said occasionally. Well, maybe once every six months, and that was before he pulled this trick on me.

He was glad to get rid of me. If Ronald hadn't existed, Tom would have had to invent him. It was a convenient excuse so Nell, his secretary, or whoever he's fucking these days, could come over and ball with him.

Don't think I don't know about his women. Not just Nell, but a whole parade of women, from Fern, the next-door neighbor to Adele, one of my friends. The only girl I think he hasn't fucked yet is Carolyn, and that's only because our daughter is too quick for him.

The first night that Tom asked me out, oh, so many years ago, I was quite taken with him. I knew he was something of a rake. His reputation preceded him for miles around.

I didn't really care, though. I was so thrilled to be asked out by Thomas Baker that I would have done anything he asked me to, and, as a matter of fact, I did.

He was supposed to pick me up at eight, but he was late. I was not upset at his being late, it was wondering whether he had changed his mind about me.

He honked the horn of his car at about nine or so. I dashed out of the house all dressed up in my nice new pink dress expecting to go dancing, and he was sitting behind the wheel in a T-shirt and jeans.

I was disappointed, but I hid it well. The fact that he had asked me out was enough.

"Okay baby, let's go!" he said and he revved the engine and off we were. He drove into Lakeside Park and he stopped the car along a deserted strip of road.

He reached over to kiss me. I was somewhat taken aback, and I guess it showed on my face, because he pulled away, making some sort of crack about my being up-tight.

"Okay, baby, I'll take you home," he said. He started up the car and we drove out of the park.

I was in a state of panic. I couldn't believe that my life with Thomas Baker was over. I desperately wanted to remain part of his life, and as we drove, I put my hand on his thigh.

"Well, that's better," he said. He continued to drive, and in desperation, I started to rub his fly.

I hadn't noticed that he had a hole in the front of his jeans, right near his fly. He hadn't been wearing any underwear, and when I began to caress his fly, his cock started to poke through the hole.

I turned red. He realized that I was embarrassed and he stopped the car right in the middle of a crowded street.

The horns of the other cars were honking, but he paid them no mind. He was just interested in what I was doing.

"You've never seen one before, have you?" he asked. Well, that wasn't true. I had seen my father naked and I knew what a guy had between his legs.

"Yes, I h-have," I stammered. "Whose?"

"M-My f-father's," I said. I so hoped he wouldn't laugh. He laughed.

"Hey, you're all right! You made it with Daddy! Good for you!"

"I j-just saw it," I mumbled. "We didn't do anything?"

"Ohhhh, you a virgin-type girl?"

"I g-guess so."

"Well, well. I can take care of that for you. No need to worry. Dr. Baker will make you feel all better again."

He started up the car and drove back to the park. I was frightened of what I thought he might do.

When he parked the car, he slid over to my side of the seat. He put his arms around me, and I shook with fear.

"Do what you were doing before," he told me. "What was I doing?" I had really forgotten. "You know. Touch me here." He pointed to his fly. I tentatively reached out and gingerly put a single finger on his zipper. He laughed really loud this time.

"No. Not like that. Do to me what I'm going to do to you," he said. "I'll show you just what to do." He put his hand on my thigh and then reached inside my dress. I could feel his hand approaching my cunt, and I wanted to scream. I was sure he would hurt me.

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