To Leona Whitmore - I Love You, Baby Girl

Oh, good, Leona’s swollen nipples are poking through her blouse like two big Champagne corks. That means she is ready for a good sucking complete with our usual candles and incense. Whenever she has that distant look going on, I know she is ready for some serious lovemaking that will go on for hours on end. I drop the dish towel on the counter top and walk over to where Leona is standing by the window. I let her rub my backside as I reach for the bare skin of her arm - then around to her erect nipple.

Her skin is so much darker than mine and I love that contrast. I reach down and squeeze the flesh of her big ass through the red dress material and smile. Our involvement is deeply sexual and for a moment I think of my children in Des Moines hundreds of miles away. I study the expression on Leona’s face and see that she has finally found a level of happiness. I am warm inside and feel a sharp twitch deep in my uterus.

"I love you, sweetheart, I'm always so horny for you it seems," I whisper.

Leona turns to me and with eyelids heavy she looks up into my eyes.

"I just want to suck and lick on your pussy again, baby, and make you cum like you did this morning when you told me you could never live without me," she replies.

"Yes," I tell her, taking her hand and squeezing it and wondering what it would be like having a ring there.

I take a deep breath and smile. My mind races back to this morning when I straddled Leona's waiting mouth and slowly lowered my pelvis to it. Facing the foot of our sofa bed, I gathered her huge breasts in my arms and took her large, distended nipple deeply into my mouth. Immediately, I started trembling as Leona's lips and tongue worked their magic. She loves having her nipples bitten and pulled, so I squeezed the one as I sucked and nibbled on the other, careful not to hurt her. I realize how much I love sucking her rigid knobs.

I'm brought back to my senses by Leona's warm breath on my neck. I take her long tongue deeply into my mouth and slowly suck it back and forth. I love her sloppy kisses and the level of passion she brings to our lovemaking. We break away and stand by window just embracing each other. She holds me so tightly against her and I know she loves me so much. I softly kiss her cheek and bring my hand to the base of her neck. We kiss again. This time she takes my tongue in her mouth and sucks it back and forth filling my mouth with her thick saliva.

"Oh, yes, this is so good," I think, my mouth and chin dripping with drool and my pussy aching for attention.

Leona tenderly licks the spit from my lips and chin telling me she has never been in love this much or been with anyone who turns her on as much as me. I admit to her that seeing her for the first time outside my classroom mopping the hallway evoked certain fantasies. Leona explains that she knew she wanted me the first time she saw my "big legs" on the volleyball court as she walked to the locker room.

I smile, and feeling romantic, I say, "Now you have them all the time in your life because you kissed me."

I so vividly remember that first kiss in the school parking lot. I was walking to my car when suddenly Leona appeared wearing heels and a low-cut dress revealing her endless cleavage. I thought she was walking up to hand me something but then she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. It happened so quickly. It didn’t matter to her that my colleagues were watching, or that I was married with a family. The feelings that she had for me were honest and true. All I could do was stand there with her huge breasts pressing against me and her tongue wagging between my parted lips. At first I tried pushing her away until a voice inside me told me it was okay. All of a sudden, I had Leona's face in my hands and our mouths were wide open and pressing together in a heated kiss. Her tongue was so warm and wet and I felt like a smitten zombie in the twilight zone.

Only days before she had told me that she had fallen in love with me - and wanted to eat my pussy. My God, I had forgotten how that felt. It had been so long since my husband or anyone else, for that matter, had done that.

Looking back, yes, we had talked over the months in my classroom during my evenings of staying late and I had, indeed, questioned my own inclinations. How could I not. She had placed me on a pedestal by saying I was beautiful with features that were perfect in every way. She told me she was drawn to my large, muscular calves, and, quite honestly, I always thought they were too big and out of proportion to the rest of me.

At 5’ 6", 260 pounds with multiple tattoos and piercings, I sensed that Leona had held an attraction for slender, white women. Rumors surfaced that she had calendars featuring female models in bathing suits in the janitor’s closet. I later learned that one of the models, though younger, closely resembled me. My hair is blonde and shoulder length and I am slender and attractive at 5' 10". I had never considered myself model material and to think that Leona put me on that level was flattering. I was careful not to share too much about my personal life, my marriage and children, and activities outside of work with Leona. It was acceptable I believed to talk about things in general inside the school confines but clearly that was it. I truly felt that way in the beginning.

Standing next to Leona and gazing out the window, my mind is flooded with conversations that I shared with her only months ago. Perhaps I was blind to all of it and she and I were heading in this direction from the very start. Maybe I was just fooling myself, trying to make everyone believe that my marriage was great and that I was happy with my job and my life. The truth is Leona opened a part of me that I never knew existed. Our conversations slowly changed over time.

I learned that Leona’s life had not been easy. During her early years she had been a gang member and in out of jail. For years she had worked as an exotic dancer swinging her heavy 48-J cup breasts around like long, fat watermelons for the whole world to see. Then, three years ago at age23, she had found work in custodial services which had resulted in an employment opportunity with the middle school here. But like me, she still wasn’t happy, and her life, like mine, was also missing something.

At age 49, my husband and I had just celebrated 27 years of marriage. Our life together lacked romance and intimacy, and I figured we were like so many other couples who lose that passion over the years as life continues on. I enrolled my two girls in gymnastics and dance classes as my parents had done for me. Later came college for them and then suddenly they were gone. For me, here I was in my 22nd year at the middle school and still doing the same thing – teaching Science and coaching volleyball. Was there more to life than this I wondered?

Then, suddenly, my life was like a snowball rolling down a slippery bank. There was the public kiss in the school parking lot followed by conversations of leaving my husband, our jobs, our families, and moving here to this rural community out in the middle of nowhere. Our public kiss was only the beginning. The level of passion that grew from that made me realize a part of me that had lay dormant for so many years. Leona’s sexual appetite for me was incredible from the very start and my need to satisfy her was just as intense. Her huge tits and nipples made me weak from the onset and I found that I couldn’t stop sucking them like some little school girl who had just stumbled across the most delicious candy in the whole world.

Leona had talked of wanting a baby, of meeting someone who was caring and compassionate to help with raising her child. And I thought about what a wonderful mother Leona could be with support from the right person. One afternoon, Leona said she had dreamed of being impregnated by me in the intimate way lesbians can conceive. Her statement touched me deeply and I told her the idea of me eating her in preparation of that beautiful act gave me goosebumps.

I admitted to Leona that making love to her and implanting the sperm deep in her womb would be an honor and a privilege. The thought of fucking her with all I have and bringing a baby into the world was and still is terribly arousing for me - as is having her huge tits filling with milk for the baby and me. God knows Leona is deserving of this after all the hardship she has gone through.

Our public kiss in the parking lot, something that was witnessed primarily by school faculty, resulted in our suspension and termination. We decided not to fight for our jobs because it would be too difficult. It would drag on in the court system and we both didn't want that. The kiss that changed everything spread like wildfire in our small community.I explained to my husband that I wanted a separation and divorce. He urged me to consider marriage counseling or therapy but I felt no reason to pursue either. Leona had made it clear that she and I needed a fresh start somewhere new where no one knew us and I readily agreed. I knew I had to explore Leona’s world on a deeper level and experience the emotionally and sexually charged passion that we had come to know.

She had explained that for the first time in her life I was the “model in the closet” come true and in my heart-of-hearts I needed to be that for her. She says that I have the most muscular calves she has ever seen and she is aroused by them. It must be true because she can't seem to leave them alone, and this is the first time I've ever had anyone put hickeys on them. Currently we both are unemployed and living off the $32,000 cash settlement I received in my divorce. We don’t have much in the way of material things but that’s okay. We give each other everything we need and want.

We move from the window to the sofa bed in our small living room and light the candles and incense. I see her eyes on me, wanting me, needing me. I hear a voice inside me screaming out:

"I want to fuck you, baby."

We slowly kiss and undress one another and whisper how much we love each other. There are no wandering eyes now. No faculty members who will report us. For her, there are no broom closets with calendar girls. Just me here in the flesh and blood for her eyes only. I gasp at the sight of her dark aureola and how enormous they are. They were made for sucking. Her pubic hair is thick and coarse - and prickly to the touch. My crotch is soaking wet and I am so hot for her. I feel like a princess again for the first time in my life.

My life is perfect.