Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

I could feel the tip of his dick beginning to enter my pussy. It felt good at first, and I began to relax. Perhaps everything was going to be all tight after all.

His balls were still wet, and when I started to rub them, he began to plunge deeper into my hole. I felt a series of sharp pains, and I begged for him to stop.

"No way, baby!" he cried. "This time it's for real!" He started to press harder into my cunt, and I felt as if I would die.

"Stop! Help! Oww! You're hurting me! Oww!"

The expression on his face was one of sheer glee at my pain. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it.

In fear, I pressed my fingers into his shoulder, not intending to hurt him, but just to relieve some of my own tensions. Apparently I had not trimmed my nails in weeks, and I cut into his flesh. He screamed so loud. I thought my eardrums would burst.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" The blood started to trickle down his back and he withdrew his cock immediately from my pussy.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" I shouted when I saw that he had been injured. "I didn't mean…"

"You didn't mean what? If you didn't want me to fuck you, why didn't you say so? Why do you have to go around hurting people? What's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?"

He was furious. I had done it. He would never speak to me again, and we would never become friends. What was there about him that made me want him so much? More to the point, what was there about me that made me want him so much? He was, and is, a full-fledged card-carrying prick.

His cock was poised right up above my cunt. It bobbed and pulsed there, and the two of us lay together unmoving.

Without saying a word, he started to rub his dick slowly up my body away from my pussy until he was pressed up against my chest.

"Come on," he finally said as he moved his cock back and forth between my tits, "push your fucking tits together around my cock. That's it. Come on, don't act as dumb as you look."

I squeezed my breasts together and he rubbed his dick up against my flesh. It did feel good and I wondered why all guys didn't fuck all girls this way. It sure felt better than the other way.

The more I squeezed my tits together, the faster Tom started to pump. His prick was sliding back and forth along my chest, and I could feel his balls pressing into my skin.

His breathing got heavier and heavier. I knew from the last time that this meant he was close to coming, and I started to massage his balls as they slid along my body.

The tip of his cock became redder and redder as he tit-fucked me. I clasped my arms around his body and pulled him even closer into me. I really was enjoying this. I was sure I now knew what sex was all about.

"Baby, when I come, you better shut your fucking eyes!" he cried as he began to hump even faster. "I'm going to shoot gallons of cum at you!"

His dick seemed to be getting longer and harder. I could almost see the blood being pumped into his dick and I felt the heat permeating through my skin.

"Get fucked, baby!" he cried. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot my fucking cream! I'm gonna come, baby! Ohhhh! Oh, baby, I'm gonna come!"

His cock rocked back and forth rapidly. His balls quivered with excitement. He was going wild.

Suddenly, he screamed wildly. I felt the hot sticky sperm shooting out of his dick and jetting into my face.

"I'm coming!" he screamed. "Ohhhhhh! Get fucked! Get fucked! I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!!"

The thick goop shot out at me. I became covered with sperm. I felt it sliding and dripping all over my face.

"Lick it up!" he cried. "Lick up my fucking cum!"

My entire face was awash in sperm. My mouth was soaking in it. It was into my hair and up my nose. I couldn't escape it. His cream was everywhere.

"Come on!" he begged. "Lick it! Drink that cream, baby!" He tried to force him sperm into my mouth. He pushed it between my lips and ordered me to swallow it.

I tried to resist. I didn't know what that substance was. He began to get really mad and started to slap my tits with his cock, telling me that he was going to tam his dick up my hole so hard it'd rip me apart if he didn't get his scum eaten.

I had no choice. I didn't want him to fuck me, and I began to lick the hot sperm.

It didn't taste so bad, and as I dipped my fingers into his cream and then licked off my fingers, I was actually pleased that he had forced me to do it.

"That's it, baby!" he cried. "That's it! Lick that goo, baby. Lick it. I'm gonna give you more of it, too. I'm going to give you so much cream that you'll drown in it!"

His cock still dripped. I didn't know how many times a guy could shoot sperm at me. I guess at that time I thought he could do it endless numbers of times.

I was now soaking wet. His cum had dripped all over me, and I felt encrusted as it began to dry.

"You look great," he said to me. "You are hereby pronounced the cum-queen."

I smiled. He seemed to be genuinely warm to me now.

He climbed off my body and undid his pants. I thought it was because he was now going to fuck me, but he put his cock back into his jeans and told me to get dressed.

"Next date I'll fuck you for sure," he said, though kindly this time. "You'll enjoy it. You won't be hurt, I promise you."

"Couldn't we do this again?" I asked. "I liked it."

"Oh, we will, we will. But we'll do everything else, too. You know, Marianne, I like you. You're the first girl I didn't fuck on the first date, and I think that I like you because of it. I'll still have something to look forward to."

I was so pleased. He was going to ask me out again! I guessed that the first date with such a popular young man was just going to be the only painful one. After this one, everything would be simply peachy.

He did fuck me on our next date, and, I might mention, it hurt like hell. It even hurt after he broke my cherry. I hurt for days. But do you know what? On our third date, he took me dancing.

Tom was something in those days. He was handsome, dashing, and, I might add, a good lay. I knew, after the first time that he fucked me, why all the girls loved him so much. His cock could bring such exquisite pleasure to a girl's cunt, that I personally know a dozen girls who would have died for him. I, of course, was the only one who did. I married him.

Things started to sour shortly after our marriage. Oh, I knew he liked other women, but it took a few years to realize that he not only liked them, he loved them. He fucked just about every girl he laid eyes on.

And that's what I really can't stand about him. The hypocrisy. "The scandal, think of the scandal," he said when he found out I had been fucked by one of my students. What scandal? He was the one who threatened to turn it into one. He was going to broadcast it to the world if I didn't get the hell out of his life and fucking fast.

I guess he wanted to bring all his little girlfriends home. He will be able to now that I'm no longer there. And if you think that our children will inhibit him, think again. Not on a bet. "Why, Carolyn, want to see your father fuck? Come on in and watch. Then I'll fuck you."

Well, that's a bit hypocritical of me. After all, I shouldn't criticize him on that score. What I wouldn't give to make it with my son Gary!

Damn! It's time to get to work, and I haven't even finished this fucking bottle of booze yet. Well, here's to me. To you. To us.

You know, I was a schoolteacher. A teacher! I was looked up to in the community. I had respect. I had prestige. And I was a good teacher. A fucking good teacher (no pun intended). And look at me now. A drunken, whining, slobbering slut. Would you want your children to be taught by me? Not now you wouldn't.

Tell me honestly. What did I do that was so wrong? I didn't kill anyone. Murderers get away scot-free nowadays. I didn't steal. I didn't hurt anyone. I just offended the community's sense of morality. And I did it to help. Not for pleasure, though it was pleasurable. I did it to help Ronald Warren. He was so unaware of his own body, his own sexuality, his own manhood. He's a better man today because of what I did, and I've been destroyed by it.