Somewhere

by Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – The Four of Us

I'm proud to say that I'm the mother of a wonderful, happy family.

My Sam is the perfect husband and father. He provides for the children and me, gives us all his love and attention and takes care of ALL my needs, several times each day. <Giggle>

Our son Donny is a fine young man – 16 years old, an excellent scholar and athlete, and very popular with the ladies.

Beth, who is 14 and very well-developed, is the kind of girl that drives men wild. All she needs to do is walk down a street in her five-inch-stiletto mules, swaying her plump, inviting bottom and jiggling her C-cup titties and she accelerates every observer's libido. Beth is far from stingy with her physical gifts, all of which Sam says she got from me. <Blush> I'm almost 38 and I still have an even better body than my Beth. I'm so proud of her and know she'll be double-D like me as she matures.

Sometimes Beth shows her youth by being a little dense and uncaring, however. One afternoon just last week, Beth and her very nice classmate Brian were at our house doing some history project or something and I could see that it wasn't going well.

"Hello, Brian," I said. "How's the project going?"

Like all males, Brian eyed me with carnal ambitions. "Hi, Mrs. O'Malley," he said. "It's going OK, I guess."

Well, of course it wasn't; anyone could see that. "Beth, have you and Brian fucked yet this afternoon?"

Like any teenager, Beth looked mildly annoyed. "Not yet, Mother. I told Brian we would after we finished the project. We have to get this done."

Young people think they know everything, but they know very little. "Sweetie, look at Brian. The boy is overcome by your sexuality. His ballbag is bursting with his cum. He's not going to be able to concentrate like that. Give him some pussy now to cool him off, then give him the full magnificence of your body when you're finished."

Even young people can recognize wisdom when they see it. Brian looked at me in gratitude, then at Beth with a pleading look.

"You're right. Mother," Beth said. "I'm sorry, Brian. I was excited too, but I was too Type-A about all this. My asspussy is dripping wet for you. Let me get on my back on the couch and you can pull my panties down and do whatever you want. But then we're working!"

Brian eagerly agreed. I was so proud of Beth for being a good hostess.

Even though Beth was clock-oriented, Brian took his time making love to her. We women need to be put in our place like that now and then. He lifted Beth's short skirt, then eased her panties up and over her very stiff, dripping cock. Beth has a big one for a girl, which adds to men's excitement when they possess her for a frozen moment. She had forgotten about the project and was concentrating on Brian's mouth, which was feasting on her cockhead, and his fingers, which were exploring her sopping asspussy with great skill and tenderness. After several minutes of this, Beth gave the sissiest squeal and began to spurt her delicious load into Brian's hungry mouth. The nice boy swallowed it all, then removed his trousers to expose a fine, manly weapon. He mounted Beth and pushed his cock into her, drawing gasps and moans from my sweet daughter.

Neither teen was the least bit shy about doing all this in front of me. Sex is as much a part of life as eating, so why hide it? I confess that the whole thing had me so excited that I pulled my own panties up and over my own stiff, throbbing cock, over my garters, down my stockinged thighs and over my six-inch-stiletto pumps. I watched my daughter being well fucked by her schoolmate as I stroked the tender, exposed, pink head of my stiffie. I was thinking about that morning, when Sam didn't have to go into work until ten and he fucked me twice instead of just once. Ohhhhh. My bottom lubricates every time I think of my big, studly husband's body. He adores me, you know. And fucks me day and night. It's a wonder we only had two kids.

My eyes were closed as I teased my meat and I was feeling the first stirrings of a cum. Then I felt a strong hand gently removing my fingers from my cockhead, followed by wet, talented lips and a tongue doing everything I like on my big, sensitive mushroom. It was Brian. Beth was on the couch, huge breasts heaving, bottom leaking Brian's hot goo, her own thingee limp, stomach drenched in the balljuice of her second orgasm. Rather than roll over and take a nap, the considerate boy was helping me find paradise. I'm so happy when Beth brings home the nice guys, with basic courtesy and manners, instead of the jerks.

He was VERY good at making a girl's popsy happy. Very good. His two fingers in my wet pussy didn't hurt either and he knew just where my prostate was. Oh, Baby. I gave that boy his second protein meal of the afternoon, complete with back-arching and a pretty loud scream of release. Like most males, he was awfully proud of himself for bringing me pleasure. I like that in my men.

We were all a little cooled off, so the panties went back on. I offered milk and cookies (Brian said he was "too full" <giggle>) Beth wanted to get the project done so she could take Brian to her room, strip to her stockings and garters as Brian got naked, then receive the full force of his adoration.

Motivation is what these young people need today.

"Can Brian stay over tonight, Mother?" Beth asked me sweetly.

Brian seemed to like that idea very much. He had earned it as far as I could see, so I called his mother and arranged things.

It wasn't as if I would have to set another place for dinner or anything. As soon as that project was done, Beth and Brian would be fucking hard, hot, and heavy, straight until morning.

Being a good mother isn't easy, but you get your reward in your children's happiness.

That evening, Donny was on a date with Marie, his latest flame. I worried that they wouldn't have an opportunity to properly empty their balls, but when Donny told me they were going to the local movie house, I knew they would come home happy.

The Bijou Theater is a real passion pit. All the seats are double-wide recliners and they even have knee pillows to accommodate oral enthusiasts. My only concern was that Donny would be seeing that new horror movie that was scaring the pants and panties off everyone. I chuckled at the fact that Donny couldn't tell you one thing that happened in one movie since he had starting taking girls to the show when he was 11. I'm so proud of my boy.

A quick glance at the clock told me that Sam would be home in about and hour, so I had better "freshen up" for him.

I stripped naked and took a quick shower. I love to be squeaky clean for my husband. I dried off and sat at my vanity to put on my sultry, night-time make-up. Looking at myself almost made me cream all over my tummy. I was, and am, hot!

The sight of my titties alone would rouse the dead. Huge and firm, with 2.5-inch- diameter, brown nipples that erected almost continuously.

I encased them in a lacy, black bra that was losing its battle of containment. Then I slipped on my pretty, translucent panties that showed my hard, throbbing cock in all its glory. My foreskin was back and my helmet was already dripping with girlish goo. My asspussy was leaking. My panties would be drenched by the time Sam came home. Goodie.

I slid on my seamed, silky black stockings, one leg at a time, then hooked them onto a ruffled, black garter belt. My black, five-inch-stiletto mules completed my carnal ensemble. If I went out on the street like that, traffic fatalities would be in the thousands.

Dabbing perfume in seven strategic spots, I then touched up my hair and inserted dangly, gold earrings. Sam always appreciated my preparations.

I can't be sure whether it's the anticipation of seeing my beauteous self or the actual vision of me that makes Sam hard when he walks in the door at night. But his pants are always bulging when we greet each other with a kiss.

Sometimes we kiss at the door for a long time and, at least once a week, Sam fucks me right there, on the floor, by the open door.

He's so impetuous.

I love him so much.

That night, he picked me up and carried me upstairs to our little love nest. Sam laid me on the "work bench" as he likes to call our king-size bed. It never takes him longer than about 20 seconds to get completely naked. If there were an Olympic competition for that, he would win. I think he would win the "best fucker" competition in the Olympics too, if there was one. I'm sure you remember that such an event was discussed for years, but the judging was deemed too difficult. Good fucking is kind of in the eye of the fuckee, don't you think? Not the eye, of course. <Giggle> More like in the asspussy of the fuckee.

Anyway, Sam's cock was nowhere near my eye that night. He rolled me onto my stomach, mounted me and stuck his cock right into my wet pussy, just as if he were a cowboy or something and I was his horse. No matter. I loved it, just as I always did. "Tex," I mean "Sam," took me all around the corral and made me drench our sheets twice before he deluged my bottom with a full day's worth of cum.

At least I hoped it was a full day's worth. I had never worked in an office, so I really didn't know whether there were daytime "hijinks" going on there. It's very impolite, of course, to ask a spouse if he or she fucked anyone since you saw them last, so I never would. My guess was, from the trashy love stories I read and soaps I watch that there was some activity at Sam's job, maybe a lot. But when he gets home, he's hungry for me and his load is always thick and creamy. So why would I care?

Just to ensure me that he missed me, Sam fucked me again. This time, we were both on our right sides, with him behind me, kissing my neck. He took his time and my orgasm, when it erupted, surprised us both with its intensity and its volume. Sam gave me another bottomful of his hot juice, then spent a long time kissing my nipples (we both love that) as he wanked my pospy to another creamy, sticky mess.

We're a very happy couple.

At around nine P.M., we got up and had dinner. I rubbed my stockinged foot on Sam's cock as he ate and, of course, he doused it with his goo.

At 9:45, we were ready to go back to bed, when Donny and his date came home. Marie would be sleeping with Donny that evening, so we would have a full, noisy house all night long.

Donny loves the big-cocked girls and Marie is very pretty. She was wearing a very short skirt and her excited anticipation about a night with Donny's cock in her bottom was evident. My handsome, considerate, 10-inch-cocked son can write his own ticket with girls.

Something was wrong, though, so I asked them what it was.

They weren't going to tell me, but then Donny offered, "Mom, Dad, that horror movie really freaked us out."

"Yes, Mrs. O'Malley. It was awful!" Marie added.

"Young people shouldn't see things like that," I said. "And why were you watching it anyway? Why weren't you fucking?"

They both looked sheepish about that. "We were," Donny said. "But it was so weird that we just had to see it. It was so weird that for ten seconds, I even lost my erection."

What?

Huh?

What Donny had said was unthinkable. I was going to march myself right down to that movie manager and tell him off.

But Sam asked a pretty reasonable question. "What was so bad about it?"

The kids looked at each other, then by unspoken agreement, Marie became the spokesperson.

"It was about this awful, creepy place, where the women didn't even have cocks!"

Sam and I gasped. "What did they have?" Sam asked, with a tremor in his voice.

"Another pussy," Donny said. "Where the cock is supposed to be."

We all looked at each other. "What's it for?"

"They never really said," Marie said. "Men fucked them in it. It was hairy, like a cock at its base. And they peed out of it. Oh, and the women, except for a very small percentage, wouldn't let the men fuck them in their real pussies, all the way back."

Pornography!!! Perversion!!! How were children allowed to see that?

I was ready to burn the theater down, but Sam wanted to know more.

"That's pretty bad, but you've seen science fiction before. Was there anything else?"

Suspecting they may have already said too much, but honoring our wishes, they continued.

"Each month, for about 10 days," Marie said, "the women would have strange things happen to that redundant pussy. First it would make them get all cranky, then they would actually bleed from that redundant hole. And during that time, they wouldn't let men touch them."
WHAT??????????????? No sex for ten days each month? How did they live through that? There would be dead bodies piled in the streets.

"And worse, Mom and Dad," Donny said. "Even when they weren't messed up, the women often withheld sex from men. Voluntarily! And almost all of the women wore pants a lot of the time and rarely wore skirts, heels and stockings."

That was all I needed to hear. I was going to have that movie burned and the filmmakers exiled to some remote island. Imagine filling children's heads with such ridiculous nonsense.

But first things first. "Donny, Marie, I want you to dismiss those idiotic notions of that stupid movie and give each other several strong, gooey doses of reality. Beth and Brian are having real-life fun and your father and I will be in less than ten minutes. So go wash that crud right out of each other with some five-star fucking, OK?"

The two sweethearts kissed with lots of tongue and ran upstairs. Ten minutes later, we heard Marie screaming in orgasmic ecstasy. If you had been in the house, you would have heard my screams ten minutes after that.

What kind of ridiculous crap was that movie speculating about? How could a real society function like that?

Can you imagine?

 

Chapter Two – Back to Real Life

Usually I slept the sound slumber of the thoroughly fucked. But that night, I found myself thinking about that dumb movie just a bit more. How could those so-called "women" feed their men's need for sweet, girlish cum? What would their lives be like without the caress of a man's tongue on their balls? And how did those poor men know whether they were making their women happy if they couldn't see the spurting evidence of love's success. Women could even, if you can believe it, fake their orgasms!! Could they even have orgasms? What a mess.

The next day we had all forgotten the stupidity of that dumb horror movie and were back living our real, wonderful lives.

I woke up as I did almost every morning, with either my cock in Sam's warm mouth or his big boy in my tight bottom. As always, Sam took his time with me and turned me into a quivering, cummy mess. I love him so.

At breakfast, I served big, strength-sustaining, ham-and-cheese omelets, toast and home fries to Beth, Brian, Donny, Marie and Sam. When you burn as many calories as we all do, you need sustenance. And lots of fluids.

The kids all ran back to their bedrooms for one last waker-upper for the day ahead as Sam helped me with the dishes. At least we started the dishes, until Sam bent me over the kitchen sink, pulled my panties down, flipped my miniskirt up and fucked my hot, tight bottom until we both lost the remainder of our bodies' fluids.

As we finally did the dishes, I shared something with Sam that had been on my mind for some time.

"Sam, Honey," I said. "I want to go back to work – as a substitute teacher."

Sam blinked. That surprised him. I hadn't worked outside the home since Sam got me preggers our senior year and we married the day after we both graduated from college.

"I have this teaching degree, Sam, and I've never used it. I would have the same schedule as the kids, so I wouldn't be neglecting them."

Sam has never been able to deny me anything. "Where would you want to teach, Mary Theresa?" he asked me.

That question assured me it was a done deal.

Sam deserved a reward for being a good husband, so I took his cock out of his pants to stroke it as we talked.

"I know that Beth and Donny's high school needs substitute teachers, so it would be sort of easing into the workplace. I probably won't even work everyday."

Sam smiled. He always likes to have his cock stroked as a topic is discussed. Says it clears his mind. "Whatever you want, Sweetheart. Tell me how I can help."

I squealed happily. "You already have, you wonderful man," I said. Then I got on my stockinged knees and gave my man yet another highly memorable blowjob. He enjoyed it so much that he gave me an even better one.

I was FINALLY able to get all five of the well-fucked people in my house on their way to school and work.

No sense waiting, I thought, so I called the school and asked about substitute teaching.

"Can you start today?" the principal's secretary asked.

I couldn't. I mean, I had a lunch date with my best friend Linda and we both really enjoyed getting together. I'd have to cut down on those luncheons if I were a "working girl."

I agreed to start working the next day. How exciting.

I puttered around the house a bit, then dolled up for lunch with Linda. I knew she would be disappointed about me going back to work, so I wanted it to be a memorable lunch.

I wiggled out of the house and down the street to Linda's house, four doors south of ours. Mr. Henson, 70 years old, but very "spry," was watering his yard and whistled appreciatively as I walked by him.

"You still have the best ass in town, Mary Theresa," the old lecher called out to me.

I blushed at the compliment. He was right. My ass was legendary. We girls love compliments, but so few of us know how to deal with them. I, for one, always try to reward the complimenter.

"That's so sweet of you, Mr. Henson. I only have few minutes, but would you like to feel me up a little?"

"Come over here, you little fox," he said.

I walked over to his lawn, lifted my skirt to my belly button and pulled my panties down. "Now you mind your manners, Mr. Henson. I only have a few minutes."

What was I thinking? The naughty old man got on his knees and kissed my bottom all over; then he stuck his tongue in there and ate me out most beautifully. Experience counts and he had it. In a few minutes he had me squealing and cumming all over his lawn. That scamp!

I pulled my panties up and scolded him for being too forward.

He chuckled. "You didn't seem to mind when it was happening."

He had me there.

I kissed him on his forehead then said goodbye. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him skinning his foreskin vigorously back-and-forth, then spurting two big globs of some very nice-looking cum. He's such a sweet old fellow.

When I arrived at Linda's, I said to myself that I was happy that she didn't live farther away, or there would have been so many Mr. Hensons, I never would have gotten there.

I knocked on Linda's door and she greeted me almost immediately.

Linda is a knockout! Tall and gorgeous. Wasp-waisted, with breasts ALMOST as big as mine.

She's been my best friend since sixth grade. Sam and her husband Greg are best friends. Her three girls have been thick as thieves with my kids since they were tiny.

Linda gave me a big hug, as she always does. "Lunch will be ready in about an hour, Sweetie," Linda said.

"Excellent," I said, as I was taking off my dress. Did I mention that Linda was wearing only a diaphanous peignoir, through which I saw black stockings, a ruffled black garter belt, and very high fuck-me pumps.

Linda and I make love three or four times a week. It's such fun. Girls always know what other girls like, don't you think?

Well, Linda and I do.

I always wear my sexiest lingerie for Linda. Sam barely notices. He homes in on getting me and himself off. And he's wonderful at it. It's different with Linda. Not better or worse, but different. And awfully good.

Linda says that I dress very trampy, wearing blouses and skirts that are way too tight, just to show off my big boobs and perfect butt. She says that when I have an erection, which is most of the time, my skirt is so tight that people can make out the outlines of the veins on my cock through my tight skirt. <Giggle> She's right. But as long as I've got it, I'm gonna show it. What if the Mr. Hensons of the world started complimenting other girls on their asses?

Anyway, that day, Linda and I were pretty hungry for each other and we were kissing pretty hot and heavy. I noticed that Linda had spread several sheets on top of her bed, which told me it was going to be a baby-oil day. Linda loves when we get buck-naked and oil every bit of skin from our necks down. We rub against each other and cum for hours. Every pore in our bodies feels like a pussy for our big, thick cocks.

Since that was the lunch menu, I decided to get my appetizer before the oil came out. I don't like sucking Linda's cock when it has baby oil on it, though Linda would suck mine if I slathered it with castor oil first. She's so randy!!!

I do however love sucking Linda's cock when her goo and my saliva are its primary lubricants. She loves having her cock sucked and her big, heavy balls always produce the sweetest treat for me. Women's cum, since it is all semen and no sperm, is sweeter to the taste than a man's cum, which is a strong cocktail of both. I love devouring male cum, but I would be very sad if I weren't able to get my ration of girlie goo on a regular basis.

One of the ways our ancestors used to figure out for sure whether a young person was a boy or a girl (since they had all the same external equipment) was to have an elder ritually taste the child's first cum. Of course that meant that officially, no one knew for 11 or 12 years who their kids really were. By that age, the kids had pretty much let everyone around them know their gender. Instinct was always strong and mothers were shown to be right 95% of the time about their children's gender during the first ten days of their lives. The invention of the X-Y-ray about 100 years ago, of course, was able to determine who had a uterus and who didn't. And DNA testing today lets you know the child's gender minutes after birth. Actually a few months before if you're extra-curious.

There was no doubt about Linda and me growing up. We were always the girliest girls, always wearing the frilliest clothes, sucking our male teachers' cocks for better grades and <blush> seducing each others' daddies. Our sleepovers when we were teens were always with about ten girls and whatever boys we could smuggle in the window. We were such scamps.

Linda was still a scamp. She was applying a wet liplock to a cock she had sucked to cummy ecstasy more times than there are grains of sand on a beach. And I had her sweetness in my mouth, licking, nursing, tickling her wet pussyhole.

Linda always gave the cutest squeal when she came. I never tired of hearing it. And the taste of her nourishing cream always sent me to orgasmic heights.

My friend has boundless sexual energy. Before I caught my breath, Linda was lovingly rubbing the baby oil, which she had warmed, all over my DD-dazzlers. I lay back to enjoy the sensations of skilled sexy hands on all my sensitive areas. As always, I came hard just from the warm oil applied to my hair-trigger nipples. Unfazed, Linda rubbed oil into the cum on my stomach and massaged it first into my balls, then my toes.

She was merciless. She turned me onto my stomach, then, oiling her fingers, slathered her potion onto first my bottomcheeks, then my inner cheeks, then around, into and THROUGH my pussy!!!

Omigosh. Linda didn't fuck me every time we made love. That wasn't a staple of girl-to-girl love. Sort of a seasoning to be used now and then. But I wanted to be seasoned badly. Linda got on top of me, laid her beautiful body along the full length of mine and, with one push, popped her lovely seven inches into me.

My wonderful lover rode me the way I liked. Hard and rough. And when she busted her nuts into me, I added another pint of cum to the oil that was building up on her sheets. It was a good thing we all had industrial-size washers and dryers.

As we were kissing and cooing afterwards, I broke the bad news about my job to her. "It won't be every day. We can still get together a lot, Honey."

Linda was so sweet. "It's OK, Mary Theresa. You always were the intellectual one. You need to use that brain as well as your pussy. Although a pussy will take you a lot further in life than a brain will.'

She was right about that.

Linda went on. "Maybe I'll get a job too. Greg won't like it, because he knows I would be fucking all my co-workers, but you know that's what going on in his office. I've seen his secretary. If her titties were a little bigger and she were prettier, she would be almost as attractive as you or me, Mary Theresa."

We laughed. But from that description, I could tell that the secretary was a babe, which meant Greg was fucking her. How could she keep her job if she didn't put out? It's the way of the world.

No matter. Everyone's fucking everyone. Just as long as everyone remembers that the spouse is and always will be number one in your heart. Almost everyone abides by that. How could a society get by if they didn't?

 

Chapter Three – Back to Work

The next morning, I was very excited about my first day at my first job ever. Sam was so sweet. He gave me an extra-special night, then morning, of love and he wanted to go again, but I told him I had to get there early for my in-processing and my interview with the principal.

"Isn't that the Mr. Appleton, who was just starting teaching at the high school when we were seniors" Sam asked.

"Yes it is, Honey." My mind flashed back to one day twenty years ago when Linda and I were extra naughty in class and Mr. Appleton kept us after school. He lectured us first, then pulled down our panties and spanked us hard over his knees, first me, then Linda. It was so exciting! He fucked us then, of course. We were all so worked up, there was no question about whether we would copulate or not. He was dreamy!!!

Sam looked, could it be…..jealous? That's SO CUTE!!!

Almost no one gets really jealous. Oh, my husband must be totally, completely in love with me! I resolved to give him all the rewards I could that evening.

"Well," my sweetie said, "you be careful around him. And those kids. And the other teachers. And Willie, the janitor."

I gave Sam a hug of pure love and a tear came to my eye. "You know I'll only love you, Sam," I said. And it was true. Fucking is something you do with the one you love, but you don't love everyone you fuck. How could you?

I dolled up in my sluttiest gear so I could make a good impression and arrived at 8, as promised for my 9 a.m. class.

I found Mr. Appleton's office and was delighted to see that the years had been kind to him. He was almost 50, but still buff and babish.

"Mary Theresa Schultz! It's wonderful to see you again," he said. "Oh my, you're stunning! The most beautiful woman in town!"

Mentally, my panties were half off. No one can let a compliment like that go unrewarded. I actually blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Appleton. My name is O'Malley now. Sam and I have been married for 16 years."

"Please, Mary Theresa, call me Bruce. Sam's a wonderful man. I hope you're very happy together."

"Oh, we are. Thank you…..Bruce."

"I knew it. My secretary has a couple of forms for you to sign. Your first class will be in room 211, sophomore sex education. We have about half an hour if you would like to get reacquainted before your class."

"That sounds wonderful," I said. And I meant it.

I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. My cock was at full attention for this very handsome man who had power over my employment. He sat in a wingback chair and I sat in his lap, kissing him as he skinned my foreskin up and down until I made a creamy cum all over his fingers. He licked it off slowly, praising its taste and my beauty.

Then he asked me to bend over his desk. I felt him behind me, then heard him go to his knees in order to feast on my pussy. He was really quite talented as a pussy licker and darned if I didn't cum again, all over some teacher paychecks or something he had on his desk. Since time was short, he stopped eating me so he would have time to fuck me properly. When his cock slipped into me, I felt a rush of high school déjà vu. It was fun, but I wouldn't want to be 17 again. All that uncertainty and peer pressure! Forget it. All that fucking by the principal, vice principal, teachers, counselors, office administrators, custodians, boy students, girl students, parents of students, siblings of students, grandparents of students. Ooops. Sorry. I was having a flashback.

Mr. Appleton, I mean Bruce, was an excellent fucker and, like every man I've ever met, he was very turned on by me. He didn't get to sample my titties or anything, but I planned to be working there for a long time, so he would get many future opportunities.

Bruce was very reluctant about letting me leave. He cleaned my cummy bottom and tummy up with a wet face cloth, then stole a look at his wristwatch. "We still have eight minutes. Could I taste your sweet juices, fresh from the source?"

A little pushy, but it's nice when I'm appreciated. I lay on my back on his desk as Bruce leaned over and sucked first my tender, sore balls, then my cockhead. He tongued my peehole very nicely and, with his nonstop praise of my beauty, I gave him his sweet reward in six minutes and 45 seconds.

Whew! I hoped I didn't meet any more old friends that day.

I only had about five minutes to find the room and figure out how to teach sophomores something they didn't know about sex.

That appeared to be very little from the looks of the activity in the school halls. Boys and girls had each others' cocks out and were saying cummy farewells as they entered class.

High school is such a sexually charged environment. You can't really blame the kids. Their hormones are raw and throbbing, like their cocks.

The girls all dressed super trampy too. It does your heart good to see that young people still care about tradition, doesn't it?

Everyone cleaned up their messes and tucked their cocks into panties and boxers and they were sitting in their places with bright, shiny faces.

I wrote on the board, "Mrs. O'Malley," then turned to face 26 nice, polite kids.

"Good morning, class!"

"Good morning, Mrs. O'Malley."

"I'm your substitute teacher for sex ed today. What was your assignment for today?"

A very cute young man in the first row raised his hand. When I called on him, he said, "Birth control, Mrs. O'Malley. Are you Beth and Donny's mother?"

"Yes, I am."

Birth control! Yuck! Boring. What do I talk about?

"What do you boys and girls know about birth control?"

A girl on the left raised her hand, then said, "If we didn't have it, we'd be pregnant eleven-and-a-half months every year."
Everyone laughed. So did I, because it was true.

"Are any of you girls pregnant now?"

Two pretty little things raised their hands. One was showing a little, the other, not yet.

"And why did you get that way?

The one who was showing said, "Well, my boyfriend fucked me."

Everyone laughed again. I was running a comedy club, not a classroom. I waited for the rest of the answer and she said, "I forgot to take my pills."

Everyone gasped. Taking "the pill" was like breathing for girls her age (and much younger). The poor girl was probably going through some emotional issues or was just dim-witted.

The other pregnant girl said, "My boyfriend and I want to be parents."

A very good reason, but she was only 15. "Do your parents approve?" I asked.

"They didn't, Mrs. O'Malley, but they're OK with it now."

OK, well. "I'm sure you boys and girls can see that birth control is serious business. Does anyone know what our ancestors did for birth control?"

One boy in the front row knew the answer, but didn't want to say the word. I encouraged him to speak up.

"You can say the word. I know it's the dirtiest word in the language, but we must be grown-up about this," I said.

He said it. "A….a….abstinence!"

Everyone in the room gasped. It was not a word that was used in polite company, but it had to be said.

"This brave young man is right. That was all primitive men and women had back then. It's no wonder that about two weeks after the invention of the wheel, someone put the right herbs together for a pretty effective early birth-control potion. There was and is a great need for that in our society. Without it, we would all be crowded off the planet. Today we have all sorts of sophisticated methods. Please open your books to page 214 and we'll discuss them."

And so I got through my first class.

There were 15 minutes between classes and not everyone was waiting for the sex/lunch hour that was still two hours away. Cocks were breathing free from trousers and panties up and down the hallways and I heard quite a bit of orgasmic moaning as I walked briskly to my class in room 243. To tell the truth, I could have used a nice little "drainer" from some of the hunky young boys who were giving me the twice-over as I wiggled my bottom at them. Or some of the pretty little, big-tittied teenie girls who were batting their eyelashes at the new sub with the double D's and inviting bottom.

But duty called and I had to check out the lesson plan for the world-history class I had to teach. The material seemed easy enough and I was delighted to see that I would be staying in that classroom for two periods in a row.

The class of 24 juniors filed in, tucking their "equipment" away and focusing on learning what I had for them. Young people are so happy and well-adjusted. And so respectful of their elders. Especially elders like me, whom they would all love to exchange bodily fluids with.

I began, "Welcome, class. I'm Mrs. O'Malley. I'll be teaching your world history class today. I'm sure you all read the assignment. Who can tell me about the Treaty of Common Sense?

Twenty-four hands went up. Wow. I chose a studly looking boy on the left.

He stood to recite. "The Treaty of Common Sense ended all wars. Five hundred seventeen years ago, the men of the world decided it was stupid to have wars and they all agreed to stop."

"Very good," I said. "Who can tell the class why men decided war was stupid?"

Twenty-four more hands. I chose a blonde little doll on the right. "Because there was nothing to fight over. Before the treaty, men would get all charged up, live without women for a long time, and kill each other for some land that the next war would just give back anyway. Everything they wanted was right at home, especially pussy, which they knew they couldn't live without. There was plenty of food and plenty of land. Everyone just agreed they would stay home, eat, drink, fuck their women and live happily ever after."

"Excellent," I said. "Then what happened?"

I called on a very, very handsome young man (my son, Donny). "Everyone also realized that without wars and disputes, we didn't need countries, so the world just tore down all the boundaries. A world government was formed to collect taxes for roads and dams and health care and things like that. They also make laws, but not very many. The age of consent keeps getting lowered, for example, but if the sex is voluntary, no one pays much attention to ages."
Such a smart young man. It was true. I heard that there were still lawyers in the world, but I had never met one. Nor had anyone I knew.

"Class, you know your history very well. Do you know what happened 17 years ago?"

Donny's girlfriend Marie answered that one. "There was a three-day world festival to celebrate the 500^th anniversary of the Treaty of Common Sense. Supposedly, it was the greatest expenditure of cum in the history of the world."

Oh, what a party that was. I was having so much fun with Sam that I forgot my "pills" and Donny was conceived. We were going to be married anyway, but it helped Sam pop the question more quickly.

It was a pleasure teaching such eager, bright children.

When the class ended, everyone left the room except the young fellow who answered my first question.

"My name is Mario, Mrs. O'Malley. I'm in your next class in this room and I think you're the most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever met."

<Blush> How nice. He was very cute. The class wouldn't be in the room for 15 minutes. Lunch/sex was over an hour away. So long a wait.

I was so weak.

"What a lovely thing to say, Mario," I said, as I lay on my back across the teacher's desk. I skinned down my panties and said, "We don't have long, but you've made me wet, you sweet little rascal."

Mario made the most of the time and his talent. First, he insisted on easing the pain in my stiff cock by sucking me to a delicious, creamy explosion. Then he mounted me, kissed me and filled me with his young manhood. I mean FILLED! Mario was a big boy and he knew what to do with his physical gifts. Mario took me around the world and made me cum again, all over my tummy. Mario grunted and gave me several hot blasts of adolescent baby juice. Did I mention that he was a great kisser too?

The boy cleaned me up with his tongue, including the goo that was escaping my stretched hole, and we got ourselves squared away just in time for the class's arrival.

The boy used every second to full advantage. He'll do very well in life.

He was looking at me with goo-goo eyes all during the next class, which was about literature. Men do seem to fall in love with me a lot! I'm so sexy!

When that class ended, Mario asked if he could take me to lunch/sex. I told him as nicely as I could that I needed to interact a little with the other teachers, since I had just started.

Mario was so insistent (and his cock was so big) that I invited him to stop by my house after school the next day and I would let him fuck me properly for a couple of hours. I was sure Mario was getting all the pussy he could handle, yet, he wanted me. I was so flattered.

I found my way to the teacher's lounge and opened the door. Oh my. That was a busy room.

It was huge, about 40 feet by 60 feet. The left side of the room was sort of a kitchen, with coffee pots and stacks of some very nice-looking sandwiches. The right side of the room was occupied by cots and couches. With about 20 teachers on them. Fucking.

Well, you couldn't blame them. The day was half over and many of them hadn't fucked since breakfast. And the sight of all those beautiful young people certainly stirs the blood.

I eased over to the kitchen side, where about 10 teachers were chatting and eating sandwiches. I introduced myself and got some very nice smiles from the men and the women. It's great to be instantly popular.

One attractive man said, "Weren't you Mary Theresa Schultz?"

He appeared to be a little older than I and looked somewhat familiar.

"Billy?" I asked.

"Yes, Mary Theresa. It's Billy Stevens. I haven't seen you since high school. I'm the physics teacher here now. "

Oh my. Billy was my boyfriend all through my freshman year (he was a sophomore), but then I met Sam and he met…..what was her name? "How wonderful to see you, Billy. How are things for you?"

"Great," he said. "Rachel and I have been married for 15 years. We have two kids." [yadda, yadda]

It was like a trip back in time. And a reminder of how good my life was in the present. Billy was nice, but Sam made me happy. Still, I couldn't resist when Billy invited me over to one of the vacant cots. For old times' sake.

It was good, cummy fun, but I wasn't about to make it a regular thing with Billy. For lots of reasons.

I wondered how much of my day I should relate to Sam that night. I wouldn't want to make him TOO jealous. Although a little jealousy seemed to put a tiger in Sam's tank.

That afternoon, I had only one class, which passed without sexual incident. That was good, because I wanted my ball bag to be full and creamy when my Sam came home that night.

Although I'm totally devoted to Sam and our family (and in his heart, Sam knows that), I still wanted to affirm my love for Sam that evening. Just to dispel any insecurities he might have about me going back to work. So I hurried home and made myself extra beautiful with some naughty things I had ordered from the "Slutty Girl" catalogue: "crotchless" panties, black fishnet stockings, and a wispy black bra with spaces cut out for my big, dark, drippy nipples. When Sam pulled up in the driveway, I minced out to his car in my superslut outfit and impossibly high heels, then kissed him all the way into the house.

Needless to say, I was carried upstairs by my aroused caveman and got the fucking every girl dreams about that night. Sam's potential anxieties never had a chance.

I think I'm going to like working a few days a week. It'll add some variety to my life and Sam says it's made me randier than ever.

I guess I don't need to tell you much more about my life. I mean, you know how things are, don't you? Unless….are you from somewhere else?

 

 

 

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