There probably aren't a fucking lot of you who know what it's like to have been thrown out by your family and forced to live alone in a roach-ridden, rat-infested flea-bag hotel.
Oh, some of you may live alone. And some of you may live in rotten conditions, but to be forced to live this way, and by your own family, no less, is the ultimate in physical and emotional humiliation.
Actually, I lied to you. I am not alone. My friend John is with me. My old friend John. John Barleycorn. One hundred proof. Me and the night and the moonshine.
The two of us are having a grand old time, just lolling about on this lumpy bed, pretending that we are one big happy family.
I'm not an unattractive woman. In fact, for a woman of a mere thirty-five, or for any age, I'm downright pretty, if I do say so myself. And I do say so.
I have straight black hair and high cheekbones, for those of you who care. My mother once said that there was Indian in me. Perhaps she ought to know.
Anyway that's what first attracted Tom to me. Thomas Baker. My husband. May he rot in peace.
Actually, he's not dead yet. To me, yes, but to the Bureau of Statistics, no. So I suppose I would have to say he's still alive. Alive and well, probably enjoying himself now that he's run me out of town.
"The scandal," he said. "Think of the scandal." Sure, I think about it. I thought a lot about it. Fucking hypocrites! The whole lot of them. I bet every last member of the damn school board secretly jerks off thinking of what I did. Good for them.
I can't say I didn't enjoy it, though. The act, I mean. Ronnie Warren. Excuse me, Ronald Warren. He hated to be called Ronnie.
Whatever happened to the concept of the punishment fitting the crime? If I enjoyed committing the crime, why can't I at least enjoy the punishment?
No, I suppose society doesn't approve of what I've done. Not that I did anything that was so different from what I know other women have done. I just got caught.
Way back when – oh, about a month ago – I was teaching English at Parker City High School.
I was a pretty good teacher. Still am, as a matter of fact. You should have seen the expressions of joy on the kids' faces when they found out that they got me for English. "Wow! I'm in Mrs. Baker's class!" was not an uncommon refrain in the hallowed halls of Parker High.
Ronnie, Ronald, I mean, was just about my best student. He was bright and alert and a teacher's dream. He was also handsome, with a gorgeous body, but you'll hear about that in a moment.
I always was willing to stay late in school to help out my students with any problems they may have had. Not just English problems. They came to see me as their advisor, a sort of Dear Abby.
And I helped them. I really did. No one in the school but me knew that Arlene was pregnant, and I found a doctor to give her an abortion. Anyone else would have thrown her out on her ass, the way they did with me.
Ronald had a dual problem. He was having trouble writing his term paper, and he had just split with his girlfriend. Problem number two caused problem number one.
My office was located on the fourth floor, at the end of a rarely used corridor. The people who assigned offices were obviously jealous of my popularity.
I was busying myself with some papers that my students had just handed in. It was already past the deadline for the papers, and a few, Ronald included, had not completed their work.
There was a rather timid knock on the door. The fact that it was timid was only surprising in view of what I later found out about Ronald's strength.
"Come in," I answered. I looked up, and saw Ronald Warren enter. "Hi, Ronald," I said. "You've brought your term paper, I trust?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Baker." He hung his head in shame.
"No? Really, Ronald, you surprise me. All term you've been doing excellent work. Is there something wrong?"
"Uh, well, yes, Mrs. Baker. You see, I can't write my term paper."
"Oh, why not?"
"Well, my girl Laurie took a look at what I was working on, and said that if I didn't put that book down immediately, she'd never speak to me again. Well, I didn't believe her, and kept on reading it, and now she won't ever see me."
"My goodness. A book can cuase all that trouble? What was the book?"
"Urn, er, it was Lady Chatterley's Lover, Mrs. Baker."
"Ah! I see. And she was offended by it?"
"I guess so. To tell the truth, I had no idea you'd assign a dirty book."
"Ronald Warren, that is not a dirty book. It's a beautiful book."
"But look at some of the words in it." He opened to a page in the middle. "Here, right there. This word."
"What? 'Cunt'? What's dirty about that?"
"Mrs. Baker!" He turned red. I couldn't help but smile. "I don't think you should have us read books like this."
"There's nothing wrong with the book, Ronald. None of the words are dirty. You know what the word 'cock' means. Is your cock dirty?"
"A-A-And this: 'erect phallus'. Mrs. Baker, what would my mother say?"
"Well, she must know what an erect phallus is. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Surely you know what an erect phallus is. In fact, if that were something to be ashamed of, you'd probably cover yourself right now and run out of my office."
Ronald looked down. His cock was bulging through his pants, and getting harder by the second. His face was as red as a vine-ripened tomato.
"So you see, Ronald, there's nothing wrong with sex. It's a perfectly natural thing."
Looking at that handsome eighteen-year-old blushing, with a raging hard-on, had started the juices in my cunt flowing.
"B-B-But Laurie won't speak to me now. She said books like this are evil."
"Then I take it she thinks sex is evil. Tell me, Ronald, have you ever fucked her?"
"What!?"
"Oh, come on, you know the meaning of the word. Have you ever fucked Laurie? You must want to. You have normal masculine reactions. I can tell that just by looking at your fly."
"Uh, um, er…"
"Don't be embarrassed. You know you've always been able to talk to me. You could really please her from the looks of that rather large chunk of meat between your legs. She's the up-tight one, Ronald. Not you, not me, and definitely not that book."
Ronald was beginning to get dizzy. Candid sexual talk had apparently made him feel faint, and he sank down on the sofa.
"You see, Ronald, the fact that talking about sex has given you a hard-on, has only proved that you're a normal healthy American boy. Sex is a real part of us, Ronald. It's not to be hidden. If your girlfriend had been more understanding, you two could have read the book together and made beautiful love."
"B-B-But we're not married."
"That doesn't matter. Sex is pleasurable. It's to be enjoyed. I'm sure you know how much pleasure your cock can give you. I, for one, know the pleasures of having a hard cock sliding into my cunt."
He looked shocked. It's amazing how many kids think their teachers have no sex lives at all.
"My most enjoyed experiences have been when a guy was fucking me. I like to be fucked, Ronald. It's normal. It's normal for both men and women. Tell me, Ronald, have you ever fucked a girl? With your equipment, I'm sure that you'd be a quite satisfying lover."
"Un, er, er uh…"
"That means 'no', I take it? That's a pity, Ronald, because you really do have a big cock down there. It's getting bigger by the second. Your prick looks like it's going to burst through your pants."
Ronald was silent. His dick was throbbing inside his pants, and he was getting all sweaty.
My pussy was leaking so much juice. I could feel it against my thigh. My panties were already sopping wet, and I'd just started to get excited.
I could feel the tension in my tits. My nipples were as hard as his cock was. I felt my whole body tingling with erotic excitement.
He got up. I was afraid he was going to bolt out the door and never return. I hadn't yet convinced him that the book was not dirty.
I blocked the door. "Ronald, please stay. You don't understand. That's a work of art, not dirt." His prick was so swollen, that he must have been in great pain.
In his attempt to get past me, he brushed against me, and his bulging fly pressed against my thigh.
He reeled back. He landed against the opposite wall, and stood there, his whole body convulsed.
I saw a dark spot beginning to appear where his cock-head pressed against the fabric. I realized that that instant contact with my body had made him shoot off, since he was so aroused just from talking about sex.
The spot became larger and larger. He must have shot an awful lot of sperm, because it seemed to be filling up his shorts.
In a while, his writhing stopped, and he sank down onto the sofa, feeling spent and exhausted.
"Are you all fight, Ronald?" I asked him, seeing his head lower and his eyes close.
"I-I-I'm okay," said a soft voice. How unlike Ronald! Such a well-built young man with such a tiny girl's voice.
"Just relax, Ronald. It's normal. It's natural."
"But I… but I got all wet!" he wailed.
"It's nothing. Cum stains can be removed in the wash. You can use my handkerchief and there's a wash basin in the corner over there."
"Thank you," he said. He got up and went to attempt to remove the stains from the front of his pants. I knew he wouldn't be able to get it out entirely – he had shot too much jism – but he could do it so that no one would know that there had been a stain there.
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.
"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."