Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

I was terrified. I didn't know what he was going to do with his cock and balls, but I had a good idea that whatever it was, it was going to hurt me.

"Rub it, baby!" he cried. "Ohhhh, baby, that cock is so hard! Look at how hard it is. Try to wrap your hands around it. It's thick, baby, it's so thick you can't do it! Oh, baby, I want this dick to slide all the way up your fucking cunt!"

He now unsnapped the top of his jeans, and he pushed my hand against his crotch. "Reach inside and touch my balls! Come on, don't be shy! Touch my balls! Ahh, that feels good!"

I rubbed something soft and fleshy. I did it because it gave him pleasure, but I didn't know what it was supposed to do for me. It didn't do much, at least right then.

With one hand I rubbed the long shaft outside his jeans, and with the other, I caressed his balls inside them. He leaned back against the seat and let me masturbate him as he sighed and groaned with pleasure.

I still wanted to go dancing, and I thought that when he had enough of my rubbing his cock, he would take me to the Casino, where the guys and girls danced all night long.

No such luck. I continued to rub, and his cries got louder and louder.

"Do it faster! Ohhhh! Do it faster! Rub my cock! Squeeze my balls! Ohh, Marianne, make me come! Ohhhh! I want to come! Rub it up and down in long fast strokes! Rub me harder, Marianne! Jerk me off! I want to shoot!"

I did as he said, and then a very strange thing happened. I had never seen a cock ejaculate before, but when I started to rub his prick really hard, he suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, and this strange milky white stuff came pouring out of his prick.

"Ohhhhlih!" he cried. "I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Jerk me off! Ohhhh! I'm shooting! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

He cried with delight for several moments. The thick cream kept pouring out of his meat, and I felt my hand getting all sticky and wet, as the sperm poured all over me.

He was still for a few minutes. I was at least pleased that he hadn't tried to do something with my cunt. I knew it would hurt, and I thought that now was the time to go dancing.

"Wipe your hands," he said. "I don't want to smell the cum all over the place," he said as he finally came out of his semicoma. "Clean yourself up."

I looked around, but couldn't find anything to wipe my hands with. I finally had to use my new pink dress to clean myself.

The sperm still dripped off the tip of his prick, and I watched it slowly get soft and shrink back against his jeans.

He didn't adjust his clothing to get his cock back inside, and I sat there waiting for him to do so.

"Could we go dancing now?" I asked.

"Dancing? What are you talking about?"

"I thought we were going to go dancing. It's not important. It's only important that I be with you."

What a jerk I was in those days! What made it so important that I be with that schmuck? How was I to know, being a naive virgin, that his reputation for being a great romantic lover meant only that he was a good lay? I had read too many soppy novels and seen too many bad movies.

Tom grinned. He knew that all the girls wanted nothing more than to be with him. He knew that all he had to do to get a girl slobbering at his feet was to fuck her, and she would beg for more.

"You're a funny girl," he said.

"Thank you," I replied, not realizing that he was not complimenting me. I though he meant that I had a sense of humor.

"I mean that you're strange. What's this dancing bug that's gotten into you? You're all dolled up in some pink frilly dress and you think we're going to waltz in the moonlight?"

"Couldn't we?"

"No." That ended it once and for all. With Tom, I knew that we would never be the romantic couple I had so longed to be.

"Well," I finally said, "what would you like to do?"

He grinned again. He pointed down to his crotch and said, "This."

"Okay," I answered, wondering why he seemed to like my stroking his cock so much.

I began to fondle his dick even though it was sticky and covered with cum. He let me rub it until it started to get hard again. When I started to rub it really hard, waiting for the moment when his cock would erupt again, he stopped me.

"No, this time it's going to be different," he said. "This time I'm really going to slide my meat up your hole."

"My hole?"

"Your cunt, baby. Don't tell me you don't know you have a cunt. All girls have 'em. Golden ones, red ones, dark ones. You've got a dark one, I know."

"How do you know?" I asked, trying to joke.

Inside, however, I felt sick. I so wanted him to like me, and yet I knew that what he wanted to do with me was wrong.

"Baby, your hair is dark and that means all your hair is dark. Your pussy's going to be covered with your dark hair. But underneath that hair, baby, is going to be the hottest, juiciest piece of meat I know."

I started to tremble. I trembled both with excitement and fear. I wanted him to do whatever it was that he wished, but I was afraid that he would do just that.

I had never been fucked before. Oh, you probably won't believe that, looking at me now, would you? Well, it was true. Back in the days when I was young there was indeed a time when no man had penetrated my vagina, and I didn't even know what a guy really wanted from a girl. I know now. Boy, do I know now!

He put his hand on my dress and started to rub the area near my cunt. I felt a vague dizziness overtaking me. I let him touch me all over, until he started to reach underneath my dress and press the palm of his hand against my panties.

I could feel his finger pressing the silk into my gash. It thrilled me a bit because I knew that what we were doing was forbidden, but at the same time, I was afraid that he was going to hurt me.

"No, don't!" I said as he started to take down my panties.

"Don't what? Hey, Marianne, I thought you wanted it as much as I did. I didn't know you were a lesbian."

"A what?"

"A girl who likes girls."

"Well, sure I like girls. I like all my girlfriends. There's Alma, and she and I are very close, and there's…"

"Never mind…" He began to toy with my pussy hairs, and I let him. Everything I did or said seemed to irritate him, and I couldn't figure it out. Now, of course, I know it was because I didn't just rip off my clothing and beg to be fucked. It was both a blessing and a curse.

It was a blessing that I didn't crave to have his cock inside my cunt, because I became a challenge to him and he ultimately grew to like me and he married me. It was a curse for exactly the same reason.

I glanced out of the windows of the parked car. No one was even remotely in sight. I wished that a cop would pass by and shine a flashlight into the window. Anything to prevent my being hurt.

He pulled my dress up over my head. It covered my face and I couldn't see anything.

"Well, take the damned thing off!" he snarled when I complained.

I clumsily began to remove my dress, while he sat there impatiently. "It's off now," I said at last. "I can see that," he answered grumpily. He started once again to massage my bush underneath my panties, and, as he slowly pulled my panties down, he squirmed along the seat to climb on top of me.

"Oww! You're hurting me!" I complained as I felt his entire weight pressing down on my body.

"Christ!" he swore, and shifted his weight. His dick was really hard now, and I could feel it beginning to touch the tips of my pussy hairs. I was trembling inside, and trying to appear calm on the outside.

"Okay, baby, I'm going to fuck you now. You're going to love it. Just relax, baby, and let my cock ram the shit out of you."

"What!"

"Relax, it's just an expression. I'm going to make you feel really good, baby. Close your eyes and spread your legs."