Pervert teacher(6)

"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.

He crept closer and closer to my panties. I wanted to die. I wanted to go home. I didn't care about Tom any inure.

"Take me home! Please! I want to go home!" But he just laughed.

"Not till I show you something," he said. He grabbed hold of my hand and put it right where the bulge in the front of his jeans was.

I felt something stir. The hole began to spread as the tip of his cock poked through. I turned away, but he kept my hand on his fly, and made me touch his cock-head.

"Feel it, baby! Oh, baby, I know you're gonna love what I'm gonna give you! It feels good, don't it, baby?"

"Y-Y-Yes, it f-feels good." I didn't know whether it felt good or not, but I figured that saying it might make it so.

"Oh, baby, it feels good to me. Look at that cock go!"

His prick was getting harder by the second, and it was slowly starting to come through the hole. His cock was so long, and it just kept sliding out of that hole in his pants. The more I rubbed, the harder and longer it got.

"That's it, baby, rub that cock! Come on, Marianne, I know you just love cock! I could see it in your eyes! You want it, baby! You want my prick and balls, and I'm going to give it to you."

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."