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.
"Uh, could you get it hard for me?" he asked. "Ever since last time with you, I really haven't been able to get my own prick very hard. Jacking off hasn't been the same."
I smiled. "Very well." I reached out and began to stroke his meat. The minute, no, the second, I touched it, his dick started to perk up and get hard. I rubbed a lot of the K-Y into his cock and he started to sigh softly.
"Ahh, that feels good," he murmured. "Yes, it does work. Ahh, that's great. I wish I'd known about K-Y when I was jacking off a lot. It feels as if it'd make me come even more."
"Now don't you go starting to jack off again," I admonished. "That's all very well when you have no other sexual outlet, but you do have one. Anna."
"But Anna hasn't let me fuck her yet," he complained. "Ahh, that feels really good."
I rubbed some more of the K-Y into his prick. He was really all greased up with no place to go.
His warm meat bobbed up and down. He let me rub his shaft over and over again, putting still more lubricant on it. I must confess that I loved touching his cock. It wasn't just to educate him in sexual matters that I was doing this; it was also because of the sheer pleasure it was giving me.
As I stroked his prick, the juices in my cunt started to really flow. I leaned back, crossing and uncrossing my legs in a futile attempt to halt the itching in my horny cunt.
I rubbed his cock so hard, apparently, that he had to stop me. "Don't," he said. "I'll come."
"What's wrong with that?" I asked jokingly. "Are you against coming all of a sudden?"
"It's not that," he said. "But it'll still be masturbation, even if it was your hand instead of mine. It won't feel as good as it used to."
"Then I know how to make you feel as good as you used to," I said, having made up my mind that now would be the time to finish what I had so willing started a few days before.
I could no longer stand, the itching in my cunt, and I spread my legs wide as I pulled him closer to me.
I reached inside his fly and felt his balls. They were even heavier than last time, and I knew that he hadn't shot off yet today.
He was unsure of what to do. Though I knew he was aroused, he still felt that he had a loyalty to Anna, and I think he wanted her to be the first woman to feel his cock inside her.
Still, I could no longer control myself. Whereas I had originally wanted only to help Ronald discover the wonders of the human body, I now had to satisfy my own hungers. I wanted this boy. I had to have him. Ronald had to fuck me.
I know some of you don't understand. "He's half your age," you're saying to me. I know. I know it, and yet I can't help it. A young man, no more than twenty, in the first flower of his manhood excites me more than I can say.
My son Gary had a lot to do with it, as I said earlier. I don't know if that's the real reason, though I look forward to the day when all people will be free enough to relate in all ways to all other people.
I do know that a young male starts the juices flowing in my cunt, and there's nothing I can do about it, except satisfy my desire. Ronald excited me, and I had to have him. His prick was so sturdy and long, that I had to feel it within my pussy. I had to close my cunt around his dick and feel it fucking me.
I quickly slipped out of my skirt. I took hold of his hand and placed it against my tits. That was the right thing to do, because the next thing I knew, he was crouching over me, licking and tasting my fleshy jugs.
He squeezed my tits and tried to force all of my flesh into his mouth. He went wild as I continued to massage his cock. I felt my whole body burning up with fire.
I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my panties. They were so wet that they clung to my crotch as I strained to pull them down.
His prick was thoroughly coated with the K-Y. I lay back on the sofa as he pressed hard into my cunt-mound.
My beaver was sopping wet, and he tried to maneuver his dick into my hole. He kept missing at first, and I had to take hold of his cock and guide it right into my cunt-mouth.
It slid right in. I gasped for breath as I felt his long hard dong penetrating me deeper and deeper, and I knew he was pleased that for the first time in his life he was fucking a woman.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" I cried as his meat entered my fuck-tunnel. "Yes! Oh, Ronald! It's wonderful! Ohhh! Ohhh! Harder, Ronald! Ohh, that's it! Ohhh, Ronald, fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
He had entered me so fast that he hadn't bothered to remove his clothes, and I could see that the metal teeth of the zipper were digging into his balls. It must have given him pleasure, because he made no move to change his position or take his pants off.
He continued to lick my tits and nipples. I guess the girls he'd been going out with never even had tits for him to look at, because he was so thrilled with all that flesh.
My pussy walls closed tightly around his cock. I could feel his sausage sliding in and out of my cunt, and I rubbed my fingers against his balls as they slapped against my cunt.
It was as if a fire were consuming me. My whole body was being burned alive and I was loving every minute, every inch of it.
His body twisted and turned and it felt as if his cock was rotating within my cunt. My pussy-lips glistened with my flowing juices.
I clamped my hands around his ass and pulled him into me even more tightly. I wanted that long rod to plunge into my hole as far as it could go.
"Fuck me, Ronald!" I begged. "Fuck me so hard that your cock will drive all the way up my body! Ohh, that's it! That's it! Harder! Faster! More! Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"
I felt a trembling in his body overtake him. He started to cry out with exquisite pleasure. The tong tube that was ramming my hole was heating up rapidly.
He pounded away at my steaming cunt. My lubricating honey poured out faster and faster, and I could feel my tiny clitoris being so wildly massaged that I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs.
My ass was pounding against the cushions of the sofa. I was shaking all over with delight. Our bodies were ready to reach the stars together as his balls readied themselves to pour their creamy load into me.
"Are you ready?" I asked, hoping that he'd shoot his jism into me right away. I was crying out for it. I needed it. I needed it so badly that my body felt pangs of hunger. Hunger for the sweet cream Ronald's prick would give me.
"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm going to shoot! Ohhh! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
The two of us cried out in wild abandon. We screamed, shouted and yelled for all the world to hear.
His prick opened up with such a thick barrage of hot creamy sperm that it filled up my pussy and began to flow out, mixing with my own lubricating juices to pour all over my cunt and dribble down the side of my leg.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He screamed with pleasure as his cock spouted a never-ending geyser of cum into my hole. His balls trembled and shook as the flow of sperm seemed to be unceasing.
Even after the last of his jism had shot out of his dong, our bodies twisted and writhed together, causing a second explosion within my craving body.
As he withdrew his prick from my cunt, I took hold of it with my hands and rubbed the juice that had dripped out of my pussy onto the head and fondled his sweet meat over and over.
"It's so good," I kept saying. "Oh, Ronald, you're so good. Your cock is so warm and beautiful. I want you to fuck me again and again, Ronald. Oh, Ronald, your cock made me so happy. Please fuck me again. Please! Please!"
Now I rarely have begged for things in my life. I do not feel that it is dignified for a woman in my position (in my former position, that is. Now I would beg for anything, and I do) to beg for anything. But I begged for his cock. I wanted his balls. I had to have all of his masculinity within me, filling my cunt up with his beautifully creamy sperm.
I pulled his cock up towards my face, and kissed it.
He began to fidget and I reluctantly let the boy edge away from me. Apparently he sensed something wrong. We heard no sound other than the ones emitted at the height of our pleasure, but as Ronald pulled his cock away from my face, preventing my tongue from tasting my cunt-juice at the tip of his cock, I turned my head towards the door.
To this day, I don't know who was the most shocked. Was I, who had never before been so scared? Was it Ronald, who despite his inner strength was still afraid of one person in the world? Or was it the principal of the school, Mr. Pimson, who was staring down hard at us?
"Mrs. Baker!!" he shrieked in his high pitched voice, sounding for all the world like a hack Hollywood actor who had been in too many war movies playing Germans. "Mrs. Baker! You will be in my office at once!" and he clicked his heels, raised his right arm high in front of him, turned, slammed the door and left.
"Mr. Pimson! Oh, Mr. Pimson! Oh, where're my shoes? I'm not dressed! My… my… my fly's open! Ohhh, my God, that was Mr. Pimson! What am I'm going to do? He saw me with my cock hanging out of my pants! Oh, Jesus I'm going to be expelled! That was Mr. Pimson, Mrs. Baker! The principal! I'm in trouble! He's going to tell my mother!"
How like a man! And what about me, Ronald Warren? Oh, I know I led you on. I know you're young and I should have known better. But can't you see beyond your nose? He screamed at me, not you. What about me? What's going to happen to me?
"You are dressed, Ronald," I reminded him. "Don't stand there like some sort of retarded gorilla. Zip up your fucking fly and get out of here. Your shoes are under the sofa. Get out, Ronald. We're both in trouble."
The look of panic on his face was priceless. He should be proud. I'm an attractive woman. He made it with me, not Mr. Pimson, not every pimply-faced sex-starved young man in this hell-hole of a school. He Ronald Warren. What the fuck are you so up-tight about? He'll give you a medal, that's what old Pimmy will do. He'll give you a medal for being a real stud, for doing something that he hasn't been able to do in two hundred years.
How long was he there? How long was old Pimmy, old Pimson, standing in the doorway, his tongue hanging out? Probably since the start of all this, knowing him, the dirty old man.
I didn't notice if he had a hard-on, but I doubt it. I don't think he has anything between his legs. It must have dried up during the war. The War of Independence, that is.
What shall I say to him? What can I say? "Did you like the show?"
Ronald ran out of there like a bat out of hell. Well, he sure was some hot stud. I'll get him again, you just wait and see.
There was no point in even trying to speculate on what to say to old Pimson. Do you know what he did? He called up my husband at work! Can you imagine the kind of scum he is?
Getting fired wasn't half of it. You should have heard old Thomas Baker, self-righteous prick that he is, go on and on and on.
"A young boy! Marianne, how could you?"
"By taking off my dress, Thomas, you old fart!"
I won't bore you with the details. Well, not all of them anyway. Just a few. My dearly beloved husband, Thomas Baker, saying that since I was not a good influence on my children, I had better get out of town fast. He didn't use those words, but that was his meaning.
I was informed that unless I left voluntarily and tried to find some sort of life on my own for at least a while, he would broadcast news of my activities to all the world. I would have to leave anyway.
"Just for maybe six months to a year," he said.
How generous! Neither Gary nor Carolyn know (as far as I know) about what happened.
"Mother is sick and needs a rest," was what they were told. Actually, I think Gary knows. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, because the more I think about him, the more I want to have him where I had Ronald.
So I was banished. Thomas wouldn't give me any money except for a bit to get myself settled. That I lost my job should be an obvious fact to you. I lost it, and my respect in the community. I think a few people know, but so far, word has been pretty quiet.
But here I am, in this fucking lousy dump, the Eagle Hotel, and all I have is myself and my lover, booze.
This stuff is pretty raw, but I guess I like my liquor as young as my men. Why couldn't I lust after ninety-year-old men? No one would bat an eyelash at me then.
Oh, I have a new job. From being a schoolteacher to waiting on tables. Edie's Diner. A real swell place.
I don't have to be at work yet for a few hours. Out here in Valley View there's nothing to do when you're not working. It's the dullest spot in the world.
Christ, just thinking about Ronald makes me want to feel his nice thick hard meat all over again.
I think I would do it all exactly as I did it last time. Well, one small difference. Next time someone wants to fuck me, I'll lock the fucking door.
You had to be there, though, to realize how much that boy turned me on. You should have seen the way my pussy flowed with juice. My cunt was really hot stuff, baby! I was so wet that it was almost like the great flood.
You know, I can even feel my pussy getting warm now, just thinking about how great it was. His cock was so thick and hard. Such a young boy with such a huge piece of meat!
It was so much thicker and longer than the neck of this bottle. Even though this is glass, I bet his prick was harder. His cock was so warm, so sweet, so full of creamy pleasure. It would make me so happy to have it here with me now.
You know, my pussy feels good even as I touch it with my fingers. My fingers could be his dick, couldn't they? They could be fucking my pussy and it could be Ronald fucking me. Ahh, Ronald, if only you were here to please me the way you did before!
My cunt is really hot now. Look at how wet the bed is getting. Christ, I can almost feel his hard-on ramming into my slit! He's really going at it! Oh, Ronald, I want your sweet hard prick to fuck me!
My cunt hairs are sopping wet now. I'm so tot, I could scream. I want a hard cock, oh, do I want a hard cock!
This bottle is hard. The neck is long and I wonder if I could just use the top of the bottle to fickle my twat. Ohh, that feels nice. The bottle is wet, I guess I spilled some whisky on it. It's wet and ohhhh! Just let me slide the bottle neck into my hole! My cunt is ready to take in something hard! Ohhhhh! I want to be fucked! Won't someone please fuck me?
My legs are spread wide apart. Let me take down my skirt and panties. Oh, my panties are soaking wet! Look at my pussy! It's so red and shiny! Let me spread it for you. Now you can look inside and see how luscious my hole is! Please fuck me! Ohh, I want a cock! I want something thick and hard! Please! Won't you fuck me? I know you have a hard cock. I bet it's long and thick and ready to plunge right between the legs of some luscious ripe female! My cunt is ready! My cunt is yours!
The bottle's sliding into my hole, and it feels oh, so good. My cunt walls are closing around the bottle, and I'm beginning to slide it in and out. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! I love it! My body is diving me wild! My pussy is leaking badly now. I can't turn the faucet off! My syrups are pouring out of me! Fuck me! Ohhhhh! Fuck me! I want it! Ohhhh, this bottle is so hard! It's all the way up my pussy now!