Pervert teacher(3)

"Suuuuuck it," he moahed as I slurped my way all over his prick. "Suck it, oh, please suck it! Ohhhh!! Ohhhh!"

His body swayed back and forth. With each forward motion, his dong entered my mouth even deeper, and with each backward pull, my fingers slid deeper into his asshole.

I started to cry out, feeling a desperate need for a hard cock up my steaming-hot cunt. I craved having this young boy fuck me, but I didn't want to release his prick from my mouth. I wanted two cocks, two boys, right now.

I began to close my eyes and picture my own son, Gary, unzipping his fly, readying himself to fuck his mother. Oh, how many times have I wanted Gary to fuck me! His cock is so long and perfect, his body so hard and masculine! Ever since the time I accidentally walked into the bathroom and saw him jerking off I've wanted that gorgeous cock to be penetrating my cunt.

But now, Ronald's cock was all I had. I wanted it both in my mouth and in my cunt and my greed was turning me on.

The juices dripped out of my pussy as quickly as a rapidly leaking faucet. I was wet, and I was getting wetter.

I stopped sucking his prick and looked up at the pleasure-contorted face of my handsome hero. "Ronald," I begged in a soft whisper, "I want you to fuck me."

He didn't hear me. His body started to tremble as he looked down, wondering why I had stopped eating his meat.

"Suck me, oh, please suck my cock!" he moaned.

I couldn't resist. I had to deny myself the ultimate pleasure, being fucked by my youthful golden God, to satisfy him first. He wanted his cock sucked. His cock shall be sucked.

His meat tasted even better now that I knew I was going to drink his creamy jizz.

His body began to shake. I could, feel a trembling in his balls, and I started to rub them with one hand as the other massaged and caressed his ass-cheeks.

I pulled him hard into me. I suddenly felt as if his prick was going to slide down my throat. It was so long that it touched the back of my mouth and still there was more.

"Ohhh, that's good," he moaned. "Lick me! Ohhhh! Watch me when I shoot, ohhh! I'm going to shoot!"

His prick suddenly started to rock back and forth. I sucked harder and harder, trying to make sure that I would get every drop of his fuck-syrup as it flowed from his dick.

I squashed his balls against my lips, and they slid into my mouth along with his shaft. His body trembled. His fingers pressed into my shoulder, causing exquisite and welcome pain.

"Suck it! Ohhhh! Suck my dick! Ohhhh! Eat it! Ohhhhh! OHHHHHH!" His body shook violently and I felt the first drops of his sperm pouring onto my tongue.

I pulled him into me as hard as I could, and his balls released his huge remaining store of fuck-cream as I felt wave after wave of hot foam spurting into my mouth.

I chewed on the tip of his prick as he came. More and more jism jetted out of his pecker and I used my tongue to lick up every drop.

His balls shook wildly. We swayed to and fro as his sperm endlessly flowed into my body.

His cries filled the air. The sound of pleasure was everywhere.

We twisted and writhed together as my mouth held a firm grip on his shaft and his balls now danced all over the place. I swallowed hard, but there was still more fuck-cream pouring into me.

My pussy was so wet and had been so excited even though there was nothing stimulating it directly, that I started to reel with climactic ecstasy. I suddenly let go of his prick and held my hand against my cunt so hard that I was almost able to fuck myself with it.

The last of his jism shot out onto the floor, and I barely managed to catch it with my tongue. I had wanted every drop, but had to satisfy myself with most of it.

He looked at me with what may have been tears in his eyes. "Thank you," he said. "You've made me finally feel like a man."





CHAPTER TWO




I knew it was only a beginning. Ronald still had that final hurdle to cross, but that was only a small stream, compared to the ocean he had just traveled. To go from having a woman give you head to finally fucking a woman was a much shorter distance than from jacking off to getting a blow-job.

I was still on the floor. I gazed at him with great affection. He pulled his pants up and wiped the tip of his dick with his already cum-stained shorts.

I wished that it had been even more prolonged. Though I was with him mainly because he needed me, I had enjoyed it and wished that my own pleasure could have been heightened, but I knew that there was time for that. To rush things is often to deny them altogether.

He zipped up his fly, though his cock was still in a half-hard state, causing a slight bulge in the front of his pants. He sat down on the sofa and looked at me.

I sat down next to him as I adjusted my blouse and skirt. "You're beautiful," I said, "and I mean that in more than just the physical sense, though you're one of the most physically beautiful men I've ever seen."

"Thank you," he said. "You've made me very happy."

I put my hand on his knee. He responded warmly by kissing me gently. He looked directly at me and told me, "It was so much better than jacking off. I feel like I've grown up because of you. The pleasure was incredible."

I smiled. He didn't need to tell me that. The look on his face while I was sucking him off, and the sounds he made were enough for me.

"You really went wild," I said. "You were calling for me to suck you even harder. I know you liked it."

"You mean I was talking?"

"Sure. You cried out a lot. 'Suck it!' you cried. It was a turn-on for me that you did."

"I said those things?" His face got red again. "I've never said stuff like that before. I actually said, 'suck it'?"

"'Lick my dick' was another. Ronald, you were beautiful. You felt it and you said it. I told you that words were beautiful. If the thought's beautiful, the words have to be…"

He was pleased. The way he swaggered when he finally left my office convinced me that I had done more good for him in the last hour than anyone had done for him in his entire life.

"Now finish that paper," I called out after him. "I want it by Thursday or you'll flunk."

"You got it!" he sang out. "Thursday!"

And Thursday he came back with it. He seemed taller when he strode into my office that day. Taller and older. Oh, he was still young and handsome. Still a teenager, but he was mature. He had grown up.

"Mrs. Baker," he said, "I've got my term paper."

"Thank you, Ronald," I said. I glanced at it. It seemed well-written and neatly typed. I knew he could do it.

"How have you been?" I asked him. "How's Laurie?"

"Laurie? I don't know."

"Oh, I'm sorry. She still isn't speaking to you?"

"Nope. She's still mad because I've been reading dirty books. And do you want to know something? I don't care. I mean I do like her, but there's a barrier that separates me from her, and I'm afraid that someone else will have to break it."

"Have you met anyone else?" I asked. "Yes and…"

"Which is it?"

"I met a girl, Anna, and I really dig her. She's falling for me, I can tell."

"Why, that's good news," I said, "isn't it?"

"I still haven't, you know, fucked her."

"Well, you just met her. What did you do with her?"

"She gave me a blow-job, just like you did, except that, well, yours was a lot better. I guess she doesn't have the experience that you have. Oh, uh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I didn't mean that, well, she's young, and…"

I had to laugh. "It's all right, Ronald. I'm quite a bit older, you know. I've had a lot more sexual experiences. And soon, I'm sure, you'll be able to make love to her fully."

"I hope so," he said. "I hope I don't louse it up."

"Ronald, you surprise me. Why shouldn't you be able to do well? Judging from last time, you should have no problems."

"I know, but it's different when you go all the way. Maybe I won't be able to, you know, get it me."

"Ronald, Ronald, are you so lacking in confidence? Why won't you be able to get in? Believe me, the way your prick gets hard, it'll simply slide in. And if it's a little tight, use some…"

"Yes. It's a vagina cream. It helps the guy slide his penis into a girl. It'll lubricate your cock." I reached into my desk drawer and took out a tube. It had been sitting there for a while, but I knew it would still be good. I brought it with me when I was sure I was going to have an affair with Mr. Stone in chemistry, but he took up another position at Hastings High before we ever made it.

"Here, feel it. Don't be afraid to touch it, Ronald. It's just a cream."

"And what do I do with it?" he asked.

"Really, Ronald, I'm surprise at you. You rub some on your fingers, and then rub it into your cock. Make sure your cock's well greased. You could also grease up the girl's cunt to make it even easier. Why don't you try a little on your cock. You'll see."

He hesitated. He put a bit more on his fingers and rubbed it in. "I guess I believe you," he said.

"Are you embarrassed? Shall I turn my back?"

"No," he said firmly. "Of course not." I think he was a bit embarrassed, but my mentioning that made him resolve to try it. As I watched, he slowly unzipped his fly and took out his dick, then tried to rub it into his soft cock-flesh.

"You really should try it when you have a hard-on," I said.