Chapter 2

My ill-conceived misadventure with the three young lads in my own classroom was the final straw in my fall from the grace of a normal sex life. I knew without a doubt that my actions would likely cause my dismissal in complete disgrace after fifteen years of valued service.

Still, while my brain gave me the straight scoop with regard with correct behavior and the need to remain in the middle of the herd when it came to social norms, I had a gut reaction that I would hold the episode in my memory for some time to come and I was already planning on finding a suitable way to replicate my actions only with some degree of insulation from retribution from an outraged public.

I quit my job in the school district not wanting to chance the risk of exposure as a pervert despite my gender and was given a nice send-off and a letter of recommendation I intended to put to good use.

Here I was forty-one years old and nothing to show for it except a sorely deprived pussy and my memories of sordid affairs with relatives like Uncles and Cousins, married men with children at home, my bosses and my close male co-workers with absolutely no intention of ever proposing marriage.

I decided I had enough of Teddy bears between my legs at night, or battery-operated boyfriends to last a lifetime. I was going to be a dogging Queen and sample all different varieties of cock with only me being the selector of which one I wanted up my pretty little snatch or straight up my pleasantly plump bum.

The first thing I did was to give my little French poodle to a female friend with a word of caution about her licking habit which had become almost an obsession of late. I had enough of the canine variety. I wanted human tongues inside my private places regardless of gender as long as they were sincere in giving me solace in my loneliness.

I moved to a nice cottage nearer to the large industrial city in our district and it was a big change from my one room apartment above the butcher shop. My neighbors were mostly younger married couples with a fresh brood of young ones. Fortunately, it kept the mums busy and too tired to take care of their husband’s sexual needs in the nocturnal hours.

I didn’t associate with the females concentrating on the husbands because I knew most of these virile men were looking for one thing when it came to entertainment and it wasn’t football. I let it be known that I was a retired schoolteacher and was doing personal consulting for marital difficulties and specialized in reducing stress for couples with an emphasis on masculine problems of a private nature.

The very next day I had my first client.

His name was Terry and he was quite nervous not knowing what to expect.

I sat down with him and he related his tale of woe with working lots of overtime and his wife being too tired to take care of him like before when they were just dating. He missed her oral ministrations most of all but was afraid to go to one of the young things down by the pub just looking to make some quick money for a short time on their knees and a free glass of beer or two.

I told Terry that I would have to inspect his “thing” in order to check it for functionality and he agreed to drop his trousers providing I would assure him I would not be offended. That made me laugh because I was so wet down below I was afraid he would find me out before I could get my lips around his pecker.

In all honesty, I knew right away I had made the right decision to move and start a new career because the lad had the most beautiful dick I had seen in many a moon. Needless to say, I had my lips sealed around that thick cock quicker than I would care to admit. I worked diligently on his shaft and about twenty minutes later he was like a volcano of stored up spunk shooting out in every direction. In fact, some of it was right on my face and he apologized for his bad manners in decorating my face with his nasty business. I think I surprised him when I reached out with my long pointed tongue and licked most of it off before he could dash to the bathroom to get me a tissue to make repairs.

He was such a nice man that I gave him some of my special love kisses on his bum and he loved it so much that he was purring like a kitten before I finished with him.

When he asked me about carnal relations in a hesitant voice, I responded, “I am not allowed by the rules of personal consulting to engage in vaginal sex but I can do almost anything else you might desire to relieve your stress levels and get a good night’s sleep.

Of course, I was lying through my teeth because I was just saving that for a later time when I could convince him that it was his persuasion that made me give it up to him and I kept telling him he was the biggest and best I had ever had the pleasure to counsel for such private matters. He told me that he felt so good from the last visit that he had “done” his wife not just once but twice that night before she fell asleep much to her surprise and that she had made him a special breakfast the next morning and was in a particularly good mood the entire day. He told me his wife told him that he was unusually hard that night and that it must be something in the air that was making him so virile.