Pervert teacher(2)

He seemed calmer, more relaxed now. The tension from his arousal was gone, and he even smiled as he returned from the wash basin.

"Thanks," he said, handing me back the wet handkerchief.

I smiled at him. He was such a handsome boy. It was a real pity that Laurie didn't know how to take advantage of that fact.

"Do you mind if I stay here until my pants dry off?" he asked.

"No, not at all. Please do. Do you feel all right now?"

"Uh, sure," he said. "I guess I just overreacted, that's all."

"If you don't mind my saying so, it just proves what denial of natural desires can lead to. You were probably so horny that the merest contact made you come. But do you understand my point about the book?"

"I guess so. I'm just not used to reading books with words like 'cock' and 'cunt' and 'fuck' in them."

"They're just words, Ronald. Don't ever be frightened of words. They're only ugly if there's ugliness behind them."

He occasionally adjusted his clothing. The cum inside his shorts was probably making him feel uncomfortable.

"You can change when you get home," I told him. "It must feel awfully sticky."

"It sure does. It's not exactly a new experience, though. I used to jerk off a lot in my pants and walk around all day with my cock swimming in my sperm."

It was good to hear Ronald relax and be able to speak of sex as naturally as he would of baseball scores. Why our society makes people, particularly young people, up-tight about sex is beyond me.

"Do you masturbate a lot?" I asked him. It seemed such a waste of good jism.

"Uh, well, not a lot. Some. I guess I wouldn't do it at all if Laurie were more cooperative."

"How close have you ever gotten to fucking her? Or any girl, for that matter."

"Not very. I guess I'm repressed. Once I tried to just get Laurie to touch my fly when my prick was hard, but she wouldn't. And with other girls, it's been even worse."

"A good-looking, muscular boy like you? They must be really up-tight not to want to do a little necking and petting."

"Thank you," he said modestly. "Maybe there's something wrong with me. I shower every day, and I'm sure I don't have bad breath. Maybe there's something wrong with my technique."

"Possibly, though with some girls, no technique will get you to first base."

"I usually don't even try to kiss a girl on the first date. Maybe I should. I usually wait for the second or third. But then, when I do kiss them, I can feel them waiting for it to be over. I don't know what's wrong. I'm getting hotter and hornier, but all they want to do is go home and go to bed."

"Do you use your tongue when you kiss?"

"My tongue?"

"Sure. It's called French-kissing among other things."

"Well, I guess not. I don't really know what you mean, though, Mrs. Baker. Maybe that's what's wrong."

"Perhaps." I knew then that what I was about to do might not be approved of by my colleagues, but then they didn't fully understand what I was trying to do with Ronald. He was a boy in need, and all I wanted to do was to help him.

"I'll show you," I said. "You'll feel where my tongue's going and what it's doing. Then you'll know. Maybe the girls will need more than that, but at least it's a start."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Baker! No wonder you're such a popular teacher. You understand that teaching's more than just drilling facts into our heads."

I took hold of his head and pressed his lips to mine. My whole body felt warm and tingly as I did so.

I slid my tongue into his mouth, and began to kiss him passionately. He responded automatically with a similar gesture. I knew then that it wasn't just him. He went out with passionless girls.

The more we kissed, the more our lips and mouths intertwined, and closer our bodies became. We were pressed up tightly against each other, and I could feel that his cock was beginning to stir again as he rubbed his crotch against mine.

Ronald had come a long way in feeling that all human feelings were quite normal. He did not object when I slid my hand between his legs and felt that his prick had gotten quite hard again.

He put his hands up on my tits. My nipples hardened again.

Ronald squeezed my tits. I could hear him sigh as he did, and that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

His young masculinity began to turn me on so much that I could feel my panties getting wet with pussy-juice. I realized now for the first time that I desperately wanted this young man to fuck me.

His cock seemed to be getting harder by the instant. I felt his balls underneath two layers of fabric and I pressed them hard.

He groaned.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I'm sorry."

"No!" he gasped. "It felt terrific. Do it again, Mrs. Baker. Please do it again."

I started to rub my hands all over his cock and balls. I could feel the blood pounding in his tool and I raced to unzip his fly.

His shorts were yellowed with cum stains. I realized that it wasn't the first time he had shot his load into that particular pair of shorts, and I pulled them down to touch his beautiful meat.

I gasped when I looked down. Though I knew his prick would be large, I hadn't the slightest inkling that this lad, a teen would have one of the largest pricks I'd ever seen.

It was standing up proud and erect. His cock-head was a purplish-red and it bobbed up and down as blood pumped into it.

I continued to slowly massage his balls. They were large round balls hanging down evenly on each side of his massive shaft, and as I pressed the palms of my hands against those balls, he swayed and sighed with pleasure.

I realized that he had never before felt a woman touch his prick lie responded with such exquisite delight that it made me all the more excited to know that I was the one who was leading him into manhood.

We continued to kiss. I felt as if my entire soul was entering his body through his mouth and our beings became one.

Slowly, I started to kiss him all over his face. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his ears, his neck. I kissed his lips again and then his chin, and began to kiss his two golden masculine nipples on his well developed muscular chest.

His chest felt hard and firm to my touch, and I licked his belly as I worked my way down to his balls and cock.

His golden cock hairs tasted delicious to me. I knew that I just had to fuck this boy, but the delights of tasting his young prick would have to come first.

He slowly undulated his body, pressing his crotch back and forth against my face. My saliva dribbled out and onto his golden rod as I slowly approached.

I could smell the aroma of jism. It filled the air. Dried cum was all over his cock and balls, and the musky odor of cum made my pussy ooze with delight.

My lips slowly descended onto his cock. I kissed the base of his dick first, and then worked my way along its length until I could feel the bump where his cock-head began.

He put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself and, as I got down on my knees, he started to massage my tits again, pressing harder and harder into the tender flesh.

I now licked his prick with the tip of my tongue. It tasted so good. His cock was so young, so fresh, so spirited. And with the aroma of sweet cum, I felt myself getting woozy, ready to open myself up to his golden youth.

The blood raced through his organ, tickling the tip of my tongue as I licked his cock. I tasted his tiny piss-slit at the very tip, and then began to lick the underside of his prick, making sure that not a single spot of his dong remained untouched.

My fingers kneaded his balls harder and harder. I could tell by his sighs and groans that having a woman touch and rub his balls was something that he was especially sensitive to.

I patted his balls with the tips of my fingers. I played a kind of catch with them. I pulled his balls to one side and tossed them to the other where my other hand tossed them back. As his balls swung back and forth, my tongue kept up its flicking action, coating his long hard dong with my saliva.

I moved my hands over his muscular ass until I could feel his bung. As I slid his spear up and down across my lips now, I started to slowly stick my fingers into his asshole.

"Ohhhh!" he cried as my fingers began to plug up his shitter. I wasn't sure if it was a cry of pain or pleasure or some combination of both, but as I continued to finger-fuck his asshole, his cries became louder and louder.

I could not stop, however, hoping that I wasn't hurting the boy. I couldn't even dream of hurting a boy since I have one of my very own, just Ronald's age.

My whole being was consumed with absorbing this boy's body into my own. I wanted him desperately now, and my activities became more and more intense.

The soft moaning sounds that I heard started to make sense to me, as I realized he was softly speaking. I strained my ears to catch what he was saying.

"Liiiiiick my cock," he moaned. "Ohhhh, use your tongue! Ohhhh! My balls! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

He was so soft and gentle that I became the aggressive one in our relationship. I quickly grabbed hold of his prick and thrust it into my mouth.

I have never enjoyed sucking a man's dong as much as I did then. His huge hard-on filled my face with fleshy delight. I wanted to swallow his cock and balls whole.

He started to pump his meat in and out of my face as his balls banged against my chin again and again. I continued my finger-fucking acting in and out of his ass, and I realized that I wasn't hurting him after all. With a great sense of relief, I redoubled my efforts and drilled down even farther into his shit-tube.