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Our Explanation
by Flinders (no address provided)
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This story is about a female teacher who can't keep
it in her pants, or you might say she can't keep out
of her student's pants. (Fm, ped, inc, rom, preg)
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This explanation has been attempted many times in the
past. It initially arose from a court directive where
my sentence would be reduced if I publically
expressed remorse and apologised to the community
that suffered from my aberrant behaviour. Sometimes
the attempted explanation was only a page or so long.
On other occasions it got as large as a decent size
book with multiple chapters.
As my topical knowledge improved due to lots of
reflections, circumspections, rationales and then
some basic academic research the richness of the
insights and thoughts became more pronounced,
especially regarding my motivational details. This
was particularly in regards the scope of the
community’s perceptions becoming better considered
and expressed.
Having all these various remnants of thought and text
scattered about has allowed me to finally express
myself to my satisfaction rather than having my
motivations filtered through officialdom, with its
content tinted with racial bias, religious belief and
political dogma. I know the context of this story is
an old one but it is no less genuine or sincere.
History shows that this and other social
transgressions that society has experienced usually
have been successfully adjusted to. This is the next
part of this story in the bigger scheme of things.
Living in New York City in 1972 I gave birth to a
mixed race child. I was a 20-year old white co-ed who
signed on to a summer teaching internship with the
University of Rhode Island. I was sent to work within
the Brooklyn Borough’s education system’s Get Start
program. My job entailed teaching basic English to
classes filled with failed tenth graders going to
summer school in order to catch up and be promoted to
the next grade. At the end of the program I was
invited by these same students to a get-together to
celebrate the end of the summer program.
I drank too freely resulting in a sorted outcome. It
ended up with me becoming a consensual participant in
a very public gangbang with numerous of my summer
school students. This was not the first time I had
been sexually expressive with several of these
exclusively black male students during that summer.
To be truthful, I immensely enjoyed the debauchery
with these students. I particularly and often sought
their individual or paired company for the expressed
purpose of enjoying multiple sex partners. This end-
of-term gathering was my most expressive example.
Its circumstance was different this time however.
This is because my sexual favours were administered
solely to my students who were still legally minors.
I was not sure of the exact number of individuals I
had accepted semen from during that evening. The
prosecuting attorney suggested I engaged in
intercourse with no less than 9 under-aged males, all
aged from 12 to 15 years old and all under-aged
minors. There was no doubt as I admitted to court of
being a willingly partner. I had orderly serviced
each boy as they said.
I awoke in the local emergency ward early the
following morning after having passing out. It was
determined that my blackout was due to dehydration
and the volume of alcohol I consumed. The physician
testified that the effects of all the partners I had
intercourse with were not detrimental to my health.
Nevertheless, my gentiles were sore and bruised for
several weeks afterwards.
Although all my orifices were bruised, lacerated and
swollen the event was a resounding success for me. I
loved it! That afternoon I was arrested for multiple
offences of the rape of a minor and prosecuted. I
receiving a two-year suspended sentence because of
the level of my drunkenness and with the complicity
of a large number of students who spoke well of my
work to get them promoted to the next grade.
I was released with the proviso that I finish my
course of study at the University of Rhode Island and
I do community service for the next two years. I was
also asked to not return to New York so as to protect
the youth of the city from my immoral influences.
Besides the stigma and embarrassment I found that I
was pregnant halfway through the trial process. One
of that party’s minors had fathered his child in me.
By the time I sought to find out who the father might
be their juvenile records were sealed to any further
investigations. So unfortunately, my child would
never know who is father is unless we can track down
these individuals some years later and do a DNA
assessment. This was not available in 1972.
Life went quietly on until 1995. Some 23 years
onwards my sexuality once more got me into deep legal
trouble. I regret the pass event but stop short of
blaming the students who were simply enjoying my
freely given sexual invitation. I enjoyed the sex and
was never raped. I also gained a wonderful child in
the process. My parents tried to understand the
situation to a certain extent but besides monetary
support in those early years became less supportive
later. The positive outcome for my son is that his
grandparents accept him and voice pride when he
achieves successes.
This is where the request to explain myself arose in
earnest. It is also where my story becomes very
difficult to explain. As I said, this paper is due to
the Rhode Island State Welfare Department’s case
study program. It had to due with making a research
documentary about incest rape cases.
My first experienced with wanton sex was in New York
in 1972. I was overwhelmed by the sheer delight I had
from using my body so excitingly. I was not a virgin
prior. In reality I had had sex before but
spiritually I remained a virgin before my stay in
Brooklyn. The liberation I received from these black
males in Brooklyn spurred on a lifelong enjoyment of
sex, which may have remained suppressed otherwise. I
cannot underestimate their importance to my life.
The genesis of this final explanation is my
subsequent second arrest for the rape of a minor.
Only this time it was not a group of young males but
rather for being delinquent in my duties as a mother.
I was arrested for the chronic practise of incest
with my son.
David was born in 1972 nine months and three days
from conception. He was a perfect birth and both my
son and I were healthy and well. We survived as a
pair for the next three years with help from
neighbours and my pay as a substitute English teacher
in Cleveland, Ohio. During that time I had numerous
lovers and assorted relationships with local men,
preferably with black men, but I was taking the
opportunity to receive semen wherever it was offered
regardless of their racial background. I even
attempted engagement to a man to legitimise David’s
parentage. That failed because I was not willing to
be exclusive to his needs. That promise was
restricted to David.
To shorten the narrative I was sexually involved with
David very early in his life. I found that I could
cause him to have an orally induced erection when he
was about four. I had sucked his penis since he was
born swallowing much urine in the process but he
seemed to enjoy my sucking. He even began to offer
his penis for me to suck by the time he was three. By
four I was able to get his small penis to stiffen. It
made sucking on him much more fun but I was still
being sprayed with urine just the often.
By the age of five we had organised a nightly oral
sex routine that both of us anticipated each evening.
Then it happened. After just turning six David began
to ejaculate fluids that tasted wonderful. I was
sucking him as often as possible by then to both our
satisfaction. I also taught him to masturbate by
putting his erect penis inside my vagina.
We were not having intercourse perse because he was
not able to offer fertile semen but he would wet me
initially with only seminal fluids. We had a happy
life with school going well for both of us. I was
advancing in my teaching career and David was an
active and able student.
Our sexual behaviour was well understood and socially
protected. I kept outside lovers and David was aware
of my habits, which never seemed to conflict with our
daily enjoyment. Then the day arrived when I tasted
my first sperm in David’s ejaculate. He was eight
years two months old. It was June 6th 1980. My mind
went crazy as I thought about my son now being able
to impregnate me. The mental strain was overwhelming
and all I could do was think about it.
I had worked through the issue of inbreeding
probabilities earlier and found that my son’s sperm
would only increase the chances of having the same
recessive gene by less than 0.0045 in a thousand
ejaculate. This was another advantage of having a
mixed race child. Once I was satisfied that David was
capable and more importantly, he was not averse to
being the father to my second child, there was no
stopping my actions.
David was producing full ejaculates by the winter of
1980 with spermatozoa counts consistent with healthy
late teenage males. The problem was that I was forty-
three and I was not as fertile as I needed to be and
in despair consequentially. My keenest to be
impregnated by David allowed me to lapse in my
judgement by seeking out medical assistance.
I was given a drug to increase my ovaries capacity to
release ova as a participant in a University of
Cleveland’s fertility research project. The research
aim was to increase the fertility of older women that
were seeking to be mothers. I subsequently made up a
fake case history to get admitted to the program. It
meant having injections each month and allowing the
program to monitor ova production. The program ended
when the women either fell pregnant or decided on
advice that the benefits to continue were not
reasonable.
The long and short of it is that I was having sex
with David on a regular basis and after four months
on the program I was declared pregnant. David was my
sole supplier of sperm so I was elated with the fact
that my first son had given me a second child. The
pregnancy was normal and on the 17th of July I
delivered a healthy 6lbs 3oz baby daughter. All tests
were performed on the child and mother and there came
the rub. The DNA examination established that the
mother and father of my daughter were carrying the
same gene sequences and that could only happen if the
mother conceived with her own sibling or child’s
gametes. I was retested, unbeknown to me, to confirm
the results.
Obviously, it was confirmed that I had engaged in
incest with my son. After this my records were re-
examined and my fraud discovered. I was again
arrested for multiple statutory rape offenses and
prosecuted. I was on bail to care for my children so
I took a train to Ontario and went into hiding.
It is the summer of 2006 now. David, now 34, a
geologist working in the oil industry presently
located in Ghana for the next three months. He is
married to a Ghanaian wife named Marquette who has a
beautiful son named Samuel who is now 12. My daughter
is 25. She is yet to be married or have children, yet
appears to be as promiscuous as was her mother.
Cynthia has a fascination with Norwegian males who
enjoy her darker complexion.
She presently works for a fashion label based in
Oslo, at least for the foreseeable future. I am now
about to retire after teaching English somewhere in
Canada since 1996. My sexuality prevails and the
community seems to have been tolerant enough to
accept me nevertheless. It says good things about my
adopted country.
My concluding comments are these: my life has been
filled with both magic and despair. I guess these are
in equal measure as is the case for most individuals
I have known. My sexuality was and more or less
remains my motivating force in life. I relate as
often as possible. I am surprised that with all the
sex I have participated in I have only two offspring
and one is the consequence of the other.
I regret none of it except the harm it has caused my
children, one without knowledge of his father,
something he would have liked to know and one who is
fully aware that her brother is also her father but
she has never looked back. As a family we are close.
My son services me as often as possible, which deeply
gratifies me. Cynthia has made it clear that her
brother’s sperm is also sought after in her vagina.
Their relationship is their own. Hence we have to
share favours carefully whenever we are all together
so as to not generate any ill feelings.
I have asked both Marquette and David together if
they would allow me to seduce my grandchild. I have
since been told that Samuel and Marquette are mating
regularly using no birth control, much in the same
fashion as David and I did. David said that they
wanting to wait for a while yet. I think Marquette
may be jealous of losing her private supply of
fertile sperm to another women, me.
I fully understand her attitude. I never shared
David’s sperm when he was young. In the end their
approach was that because I was no longer fertile, a
waste of sperm in Marquette’s view no doubt, that if
Samuel wished to mount me, they had no objections.
This has yet to happen but I have hopes even if
Marquette can offer her son more appealing
experiences. Meanwhile David offers me as much sperm
as I can hope for.
How has this spirit of incestuous behaviour
prevailed? Marquette is a full participant with
Samuel, not surprisingly after she tasted her son’s
sperm filled ejaculate two years ago and recognising
its implications, she was committed. Cynthia incest
is restricted to her father/brother. Being the same
individual makes the pool of incest partners
extremely limited. She is interested in the mythology
of incest between Norse mothers and their sons, which
her background would support. I am at 54, in
excellent health and enjoy life. What more is there?
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in
their local prison system.
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