Many writers have written of regrets of the past, even Shakespeare in many sonnets. We all feel the regret of things past,"of growing older and missing the excitements and thrills of youth and of discoveries.
But the experience of living through one's life is a valuable commodity, indeed, for without the sagacity garnered from age, where would the young ones learn about the joys and pleasures of the physical as well as the spiritual aspects of existence? From the back seat of a car, perhaps? Behind the garage? Or maybe from the dull and boring sex-education classes foisted on them in high school when it is too late, anyway!
In this novel, we find many lucky boys-lucky because Laura Brevitz, their twenty-seven-year-old teacher, provides them with the solicitous tutoring they needed to grow from the throes of inexperienced youth into manhood. Of course, she benefits from the experience as much as they do, but certainly it is her benevolence as much as her need for young flesh that provokes her into teaching her boys about the facts of life. There is something for all of us to learn by perusing the pages of this book. A lesson that is often ignored and reviled by the moralists of our generation. The message is the media and the media is simply love.
Charles Steffen's novel contrasts the sophistication of adulthood with the innocence of youth, and proves, unequivocally, that there is something to be gained by bringing the two states of life together in the intimacy of physical love. Laura shows that there is one place, at least, where the generation gap does not exist and that is in the arms of one another.
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CHAPTER ONE
Bobby squirmed in his classroom seat, his hands beneath the desk top, cupped over his throbbing young cock. He was trying to concentrate on what his teacher was saying, but it wasn't doing much good.
Most fifteen-year-olds couldn't concentrate on anything when they looked at Laura Brevitz, especially when they watched her walk around the front of the classroom in her short skirts and tight blouses, or when she sat on the edge of her desk, her tight white underpanties scarcely hiding the dark hair of her beckoning pussy.
Laura Brevitz was stunning. She was only twenty-seven, a young and dynamic teacher, with chestnut hair and jade green eyes, high cheek bones, firm rounded chin, and provokingly sensual lips.
Bobby sat there dreaming of her lips around his dick, her soft wet lips fitted around his cockhead! He had been thinking of it all semester and had been playing with his cock in the back of the room as he thought about her. But this time, he was in the first row, just feet from Laura, and the classroom was empty. He had been kept after class.
"Bobby, did you hear what I said?" Laura asked. She knew what he was doing. All semester long she had been watching him fingering his young cock through his pants as he watched her through glazed eyes from the back of the room. It was time to do something about it.
"Ye ... yeah, I mean yes ..."
"You can go now, Bobby," Laura said, walking to the counter under the windows. She leaned up against the shelves, crossed her legs, and watched as Bobby moved in his seat, trying desperately to adjust his cock in his pants.
He stood up, his pants tenting out in front of him, picked up his books and finally looked up at Laura. "Seven o'clock, Sunday?"
"Right," she purred, one finger on her lips.
He blinked, and said, "Are you sure it won't be too much trouble?"
She walked up to him, put her hand on his shoulder. "No trouble at all. I like you very much, Bobby. And I want to help you. I want you to pass. I don't want you to fail."
"Can I have the address?" Bobby asked.
"Here," Laura said as she bent over the desk to write down her address. As she bent over, her round ass seemed to twitch at him, invitingly, causing him shivers of delight.
Laura Brevitz, his teacher, had occasioned him night after night of lewd dreams, and now, standing so close to the body he had dreamed about, lusted over, he clutched his school books.
"Here, it's easy to get to," she said, turning around. She smiled and handed him the slip of paper with her address on it.
"I'll be there. On my bike."
"Oh, that's right," Laura said, teasing him a little. "You won't be able to drive till next year."
Bobby slipped the address into one of his books. "I know how to drive already," he said, just to let her know he wasn't a kid anymore. Then he dashed out of the classroom.
Bobby walked down the hall quickly, hoping like hell that he would be spared meeting any of his pals. He wouldn't be able to stop and rap with them, not now. His cock was burning up, filled to the explosion point with his hot, young juices, and he desperately needed a place to jack off because he knew that he would never make it home in his condition. He was relieved to find the hall deserted, and he headed straight for the men's room at the end of the hall, his favorite jack-off place in the building.
He entered the bathroom and saw a kid taking a leak in one of the urinals, but he didn't know him. He walked to the last stall and locked it shut. Then he set his books on the floor as he heard the kid washing his hands. Oh, God, I gotta shoot! He unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his thighs. His cockhead stood up, pressing out of his undershorts, sticking out of the elastic band, and then he pushed them down with his left hand, fast, quick, his balls hanging out in front of him, and took his long hard cock in his right hand.
"Oh, Christ," he said out loud as he heard the door close. He was alone in the bathroom now. "Miss Brevitz, Miss Brevitz," he panted, again and again, moving his hand along the swollen hot shaft of his cock each time he uttered her name. "Miss Beautiful Fucking Tits and Ass and Cunt Brevitz!"
t He felt his balls beginning to pull up tight. His whole body was racked with spasms and shivers shot up his spine. He knew he was going to shoot his load all over the place and he didn't care. He just closed his eyes tight and let it go....
"FUCK!", he cried out, "FUCK YOU, MISS BREVITZ!" He dragged his hand up to his cockhead for the last time. His young cock jerked in his hand and he held his breath. Gritting his teeth, he looked down to see a wad of his young sticky jism shooting through the air, landing on the dark-brown tile wall.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as spurt after spurt of hot cum flew from the head of his distended young cock. He watched the cream land everywhere, on the floor, on the toilet seat, on the wall of the stall, even on his school books. Jism was everywhere, hot young male jism that should have been inside Miss Brevitz' cunt. Inside her cunt, inside her cunt, inside her cunt.
Bobby leaned back against the side of the stall and let his long cock drop in front of him. His hand was wet with jism but he didn't even bother to wipe it off. He just stood there, feeling relieved but still frustrated, knowing masturbation would never match doing it with her for real. Sunday night. Could it be possible?
As soon as Bobby left the classroom, Laura walked to the door and turned the lock, pulled the shade on the window. She was too excited to do any work; too turned on to leave.
Her hands slithered down the sides of her well-rounded hips and hiked up the hem of her skirt. She caressed the sensitive, inner-sides of her creamy soft thighs as her hands traveled up toward the core of her womanhood, her hands shaking visibly as she reached for her twitching pussy. The pussy, so voraciously hungry for little Bobby's beautiful hard dick.
"Ahhhh," Laura moaned, massaging the rapidly moistening lips of her pulsating vaginal mouth through the thin fabric of pantyhose. She heard someone walk past her room and wondered for a moment if she had locked the door-she was so excited that she could hardly remember doing it. Then, remembering she had, she felt secure, and stretched out on the desk.
She drew her legs up, pulled her pantyhose from her waist down to her ankles. She slipped a finger into the furrow of her pussy where her sensitive clitoris lay hidden between the warm fleshy lips of her cunt. As she began to probe the soft, wet tissues of her familiar cunt lips, surging waves of molten fire created unbelievably erotic sensations in her, concentrated in the moist flesh of her cuntal slit. Her hips began to move in tiny gyrations, in circles against her rummaging hand, and she moaned, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, I want your beautiful cock." Her buttocks moved against the hard surface of the desk as she pumped her pelvis into her gyrating finger. With her other hand she clutched and kneaded the slick lips together, titillating the small, delicate clit into full erection.
"Oh, I want you to fuck me, Bobby," she breathed, thrashing her head from side to side as her pistoning hips and wet fingers worked in unison to bring some satisfaction to her lust-filled wildly clasping cunt. With thumb and forefinger massaging the fully erect bud of her pulsing clitoris, she dug her middle finger deep into the seething sheath of her vaginal passage.
"I wanna suck your sweet cock! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" Her face twisted in agony and ecstasy of passion as she swirled her fingers inside the soft warm vibrantly demanding flesh of her cunt, desperately trying to reach a climax.
"Ooooohhh! I'm going to cuuuummmm . . .
nowwwww! AAAAAAAHHHHH! I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING!" Papers and books dropped off the desk as she twitched and convulsed on the desk top, shaking convulsively from the exquisite, nerve-tingling pleasure that ripped through her body.
She sat up in the afterglow of her climax, feeling the ecstasy in her body, thinking of Sunday night. She had been fantasizing for so long, for years actually, about young boys. She had not only wanted Bobby but she had also wanted many more before him, many more like him. But she had always stopped herself, always backed off at the last moment.
But now, with her fingers still stroking her wet pulsating pussy lips, she was determined to carry it through. She was still a young and beautiful woman. Why shouldn't she have a fifteen-year-old boy if that's what she wanted? Her sex life had been cruel and frustrating.
She had just graduated from college, still a virgin, and had decided to stay in New York, living with her mother and stepfather, to teach in a public school near their home in Queens.
But things did not go smoothly. While away at college, her mother had remarried, something Laura didn't particularly care for because she had loved her father and had been close to him in the last years of his life. But it was her mother's business, and since her mother and new stepfather had invited her to live at home, she decided it was best.
Laura Brevitz had been a popular girl, but she had also been swayed by her parents' religious convictions-thou shalt not fuck till after marriage. Thus, the guys she dated gave up soon afterward. And, besides, she never felt really thrilled with a man. No matter how close they came to actually fucking, she didn't feel the bells ringing and the trumpets blaring, as all her girl friends told her to expect. She wondered if something was wrong with her.
But she never gave herself the time to find out. A hard worker at college, she had graduated with honors. After a summer trip to Europe-her graduation gift from her mother-she moved back home and started teaching just three blocks from her home. Then one afternoon, during the third week of school, on a particularly warm Saturday, Laura was leaning out of her window on the second story, looking at trees blowing in the wind. It seemed like summer would never end. Suddenly her eyes found and fixed on the boy next door.
His name was Billy and she remembered the day he was born! Now he was fifteen years old and getting to look more like a handsome young man than a boy. She had seen him that morning when she waved goodbye to her mother as she drove out of the driveway. Her mother had gone off to a party, and she was home alone with her stepfather, which gave her strange feelings. She went up to her room and locked the door, planning on correcting some papers. But it was so warm that she thought she would have a look outside . . .
Billy was lying on a chaise lounge, completely naked. His swimming trunks were on the ground next to him and he had his legs spread and his hands were down between his legs, holding his erect young cock. From that distance, it looked even bigger than it was, and it was big for a boy of fifteen. He was taking his time masturbating, playing with his balls, rolling onto his stomach and grinding his hips as he pretended to fuck the lounge chair, stroking his cock up and down, pointing the swollen tip to the sun.
Laura was amazed, not embarrassed. She was compelled to watch him, although she realized that she should have turned away or shouted to him to stop doing such a vile thing in public! But it wasn't public, it was his own backyard. And it wasn't vile, because she did the same thing to herself quite often. So she remained silent, watching with wide eyes as he pulled on his member again and again. It was the first time she had seen a man masturbating.
She felt her legs going rubbery. She had never been fucked in her life, and suddenly she realized that when she would get fucked, she would like to have Billy's cock doing it, or a cock much like his. There was something about him that excited her. He wasn't like the guys she "had dated, all hairy and muscular and ready to stick their things in her the first moment they were alone. Billy was slim and young and fresh and he was content to just sit there in his backyard and play with himself.
Laura brought one hand down and lifted her skirt and felt the elastic band of her panties. Easily, she slid them down her legs till she could step out of them, and then spread her legs and started moving her fingers over her wet, swollen cunt lips. She decided that she would do what Billy was doing, that they would masturbate together!
"Oh, Billy, you're beautiful," she whispered into the fresh air, stuffing her fingers between her pussy lips, feeling her clit hot and hard already. When her skirt got in the way, she unzipped and dropped it to the floor.
She stood at the window, her legs spread, her ass and cunt naked as the day she was born, staring down at the young boy who was still moving his hands up and down on his long hard cock in the sunshine. She moaned as she spread her cuntal lips with one hand and moved the fingers of the other to the hardened bud of her clitoris, teasing and playing with it, tweaking it to full arousal. Her hips began an involuntary, slowly grinding undulation. Through desire-dimmed eyes she watched the boy. Now she thrust her fingers deep into her heated, lust-throbbing pussy and began a straight in-and-out motion.
Faster and faster she plunged her fingers into the now-raging inferno of her clasping cunt.
Suddenly, in ecstatic agony, she moaned aloud, "Oh, Billy, I want you to fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you anytime, darling," a voice from behind her suddenly said.
She wheeled around, her eyes wide in fright.
In the doorway stood her stepfather, a gruff and burly monster. He held a shiny new key in his hand and grinned lewdly. "Got duplicates made for all the doors yesterday at Sears." He stepped into the room and slammed the door shut.
"You little bitch, prancing around here showing your tail with those short skirts. Little tight frigid bitch. I'll show you what it's like. I'll show you what it's like to have a man." Frenziedly, he unbuckled and tore off his pants.
"No, please, Harry," Laura whispered. "Please, God, no!" She could imagine nothing so disgusting, so horrifying. She had remained a virgin for almost twenty-five years. She could not, she would not give her virginity to this drunken man who was her mother's husband! She wanted Billy. Please, God, let it be Billy, not him! NOT HIM!
"Hey, you got a nice furry pussy, don't ya?"
"Please go away, please," Laura pleaded.
"Nice furry muff, nice virgin furry muff. You gonna bend for me girl?"
She didn't know what he meant. Suddenly, she turned, thinking of calling down to Billy, but then she stopped herself and just looked at him, masturbating on the lounge. He was about to ejaculate, she could tell. His face was gritted in pain and pleasure. If she called to him it would embarrass him and he would know that she had been watching him. She held her breath and cringed at her stepfather's touch.
"Hey, what was you watching that's so interesting? What was making you fingerfuck yourself like that, Miss Teacher?" Harry stuck his head out of the window next to hers and saw Billy throw his head back and gasp as he pulled on his cock for the last time. "Christ!" Harry said, and Laura held her breath, just as Billy's load of jism sprang from the tip of his young hard cock and shot almost a foot into the air. He pumped his hips wildly as the jism splashed down on his body and onto the grass around him, and then he collapsed, letting his hard hot cock flop up against his belly in its wetness.
"My God," Laura moaned, forgetting her own danger, and then snapped back to reality and tried to run. But Harry was too quick for her. He grabbed her and flung her around, forcing her to bend so that her chin rested on the window sill.
Harry's red-rimmed eyes leeringly roamed the lewdly positioned body of his stepdaughter, then he wedged his hands beneath her hollowing buttocks and hauled her up so he could see the whole plane of her gorgeous, flowered-open defenseless cunt.
With his thumbs he then cruelly pried the velvety white asscheeks far apart and lay his throbbing blood-engorged cockhead in her warmly wet cuntal furrow.
Laura jerked forward as she felt the head of his monstrous cock nuzzle against her defenseless cuntal sheath. With a growl he grabbed a tit in each hand, his fingers digging into the satiny resilient flesh. "Goddam, you bitch, hold still." A lewd thought hit him and he laughed viciously. "Hold still, goddam you, and watch your Billy boy. While I load your cunt with real man cock. When I get through with you," he snarled, "there'll for damn sure be no cherry for Billy boy to bake a pie with!"
There's nothing I can do. He's going to rape me and there's nothing I can do. "Please, you're hurting me, Harry," she whimpered.
"Going to hold still?" he rasped.
Numbly she nodded yes, her chin bumping against the window sill. Oh, God, this can't be happening! Her eyes sought out the prostrate form of the boy in the yard below. Oh, Billy, Billy, sweet young gentle Billy.
Her stepfather released her tits, dug his fingers into her hips and drew her ass up so that her moistly hot defenseless cunt flowered open in lewd invitation to his waiting cock.
"Pussy. Here, pussy, nice pussy," he chortled as he nudged his flaring cockhead against her cuntal opening. Involuntarily, the so-recently finger-fucked wet lips of her vaginal mouth nibbled at the tip of his cock.
Oh, God, it's going to happen! And he's so huge. I can't take it. He'll split me in two! Oh, Billy, Billy, if it were only you. With your sweet little boy cock. "Please, Harry, don't. Please, Harry, stop! You'll tear me to pieces."
Harry chuckled derisively, "You kiddin'? A sweet little pre-finger-fucked cunt like yours? It'll stretch, baby. Like a rubber band. It'll stretch." He flexed his hips just enough to bury his massive cockhead in her cunt.
"AA Aaaauuuggghhh!" Laura keened. "Pleeeeaaasssse! I can't take it. . . Oh, God, Harry, pleeeaaassse." Tears bedimmed her eyes. I don't want to surrender to him. But there's no way he's not going to have me. He's insane!
"All right, Harry. I can't stop you. Do it. Do what you must. Get it over with." She looked down at the boy laying there in the yard next door, her lovely Billy so oblivious of what was happening above him. It's Billy. It no huge hairy bestial old man doing it to me. It's beautiful Billy. Billy, so slim and young and fresh.
"Fuck me, Billy," she murmured.
"Billy! Billy!" Her stepfather exploded, "You getting real man cock and you still dreaming of little boy pecker! Goddam, I'll Billy you!" And he plunged his throbbing massive cock to its root, to the very core of her womanhood, his goring prick tearing all in its way asunder in its pile-driving thrust.
She tried to scream but nothing came out. Searing pain enveloped her. Her cunt was afire. She hardly heard her stepfather say, "Goddam, you were a virgin!"
CHAPTER TWO
On Sunday night, the doorbell rang at Laura's home. Laura ran to the front door and opened it. "Hi, Miss Brevitz," Bobby said, standing there in a pair of faded jeans and a tight T-shirt.
"Bobby, come in," Laura said, and closed the door behind him. He looked even better than he did in his good school clothes.
"Told you I'd be here. I really want to pass that course," he said, almost bashfully, as if he were telling himself not to look at her for fear of getting excited again.
"Would you like some lemonade?" she asked softly.
"Sure," he nodded, and they walked into the kitchen.
"I ... I've been thinking about my paper. I know it's bad. I wrote it real fast." Bobby took a sip of his lemonade. "I really wanted to come tonight so I can do a good one and pass the course."
"Paper?" Laura had almost forgotten the reason he had come to her house. "Oh, yes, your paper. Well, we'll talk about that later, all right?"
"Later?" Bobby asked, feeling his cock twitching in his pants just at the sight of her. She was wearing pants and a tight blouse tied under her breasts. He could see her naked firm belly and her belly button. He wanted to reach out and touch her.
"Come on in the den, we'll talk a bit," Laura whispered, and he followed her into the room, with soft lights, a TV and a stereo. "Care for music?" she asked.
"The 'Guess Who'?" he asked. "They're my favorite group."
Laura smiled, "No, I guess I don't have any of their records. How about Aretha Franklin or Carly Simon?"
"Sure," Bobby nodded, and Laura bent over to the stereo to flip the switch, and Bobby, looking down as he leaned forward for his glass of lemonade, saw the ends of her breasts in her halter blouse. The nipples looked like jutting pink rose buds. He held his breath to keep back a gasp. His cock was hardening in his pants-so much so that he was afraid that she would see it.
In a moment the music was on and Laura leaned back, sipping her tall cool glass of lemonade. "Bobby, tell me something," she said.
"What, Miss Brevitz?"
"Do you wear jockey shorts?"
Bobby's face went totally red. Do I wear jockey shorts? They were the only thing that kept his cock from sticking out of his pants. "Yes, of course."
"No," Laura said giggling, "I don't mean underwear in general. I know all little boys wear underwear. I mean jockey shorts, the tight ones."
Bobby nodded. He was speechless. He had come there to discuss his school work and here she was asking about his underwear, a very private thing.
She closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch and spread her legs a bit. He glanced down and was sure that he could see moisture where they met, and he immediately wondered if she were wearing underpants under the slacks. "Sometimes, they're too tight," he said, immediately hating himself for saying something so dumb.
"Really?" Laura asked, interested.
"Kinda," Bobby retracted.
"Are they tight now?" Laura asked, looking directly down between his legs. She could see the lump in his jeans.
"Yeah, I guess so," he answered timidly.
"Is that because of the shorts or because of you?"
Bobby looked into her eyes. Because of me? He knew that she knew he had a hard-on. What the hell was he going to do? He was supposed to be there to discuss school work, not to get sexually excited.
And that's exactly what she told him. "Bobby, you came here for a reason that had nothing to do with what's in your pants. Young boys always have sex on their minds, when they know nothing about it at all."
"I do too know!" he blurted out in a rush of manhood, but then slumped back again, knowing he shouldn't have said it.
"You do, huh?" Laura set her glass down and started to untie her blouse. "Then, prove it. Show me what a man you are."
"Miss Brevitz!" Bobby exclaimed as he watched her naked voluptuous breasts fall from their holder and stand straight out from her chest. He had never seen a woman's breasts before, just a few girls who for ten cents a look opened their blouses behind the school gym, but there were small, undeveloped. Here were real tits, real throbbing big boobs with enormous nipples. She just sat there, looking at him, daring him to touch them.
"Go ahead, show me how much you know about women," Laura said, throwing her arms back over the couch. "They're all yours."
Bobby reached up and touched his fingertips to her left nipple and a deviously exciting tremor shot through his body. He was actually touching Miss Brevitz' tits, the very thing he had been dreaming about all year.
"Go ahead, it won't bite," she said as he fingered her nipple lightly. "Go ahead and do what a man does to it."
He moved his hand around on the foreign-foreign to all but his dreams and fantasies-object and then finally squeezed the nipple and, to his surprise, it got harder. "Wow," he whispered, and then cupped her full breast in his hand and held it gently.
"The other one, don't leave out the other one," Laura said, and his other hand came up to cup her right breast, both nipples burning holes into the palms of his hands. "Oh, Miss Brevitz, they feel so nice," he whispered again, utterly amazed that he was holding her tits in his hands.
"Come closer, give them a kiss," Laura said, pulling his head to her tits, and in a second she felt the warmth of his lips near her nipple. "Suck it, suck my tit, little boy, suck it like you want some milk."
Bobby closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He took her hard nipple into his lips and felt the warm hard thing touch his tongue. Shivers moved through his body as he massaged her breasts with his hands and kept his tongue and lips glued to the hard nipple.
"Suck, suck hard," Laura moaned, holding his head in her hands, his young boy head with the curly blond hair, the head she had looked at so many times while he bent over his desk in her classroom. Now she had his head where she wanted it, where it belonged-on her rounded young woman's breasts.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz," Bobby finally gasped, looking up at her with wet lips.
"Don't stop, suck on both of them, suck hard. Lick them, kiss them, make love to them. You know how, don't you?"
"Sure," he lied. But he started learning fast. He felt his cock nearly bursting as he started to bring his tongue down her soft globe, around the nipple, and finally directly over the hard tip itself. Each time she would moan and he could feel her entire body stiffening at the pleasure he was causing in her.
"Oh, God," he moaned as he kissed and licked her nipples and the beautiful globes. He was in heaven. Fifteen years old and making love to his twenty-seven-year-old teacher. If ever he had received an honor in school, this was it. But he was still afraid-he had no idea what it was like to make love to a girl. He couldn't lie his way through it, he knew that. Kissing her nipples was natural and easy, but what if she wanted him to go even further? He didn't know how to fuck a girl! He had never even come close!
"Okay, Bobby, now let's see how much more you know," she said, lifting his head. And with that she brought her face to his and kissed him hard on his lips. It was his first time, his first real kiss, and he shuddered when her tongue swept into his young mouth and curled around his teeth and met his own tongue. He brought his hands to her breasts again and felt them even harder now as they kissed passionately. He pushed his little tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, driving him insane with lust. I've been beating off in the bathroom when I could have been doing this! he thought to himself.
Laura pulled her lips from his and then said, "Here, let me take this off you," and started pulling up on his shirt. He lifted his arms-it reminded him of his mother dressing him a few years before-and let her slip the T-shirt over his head. He sat there naked to the waist, his firm young chest heaving with heavy, lustful breathing.
"You have to take yours off, too," Bobby joked, seeing that she was still wearing her blouse.
"Is this a game? Oh, all right, you win," Laura said, and then stood up and dropped her blouse to the floor. Then she bent over, her breasts hanging in front of her, and took off one shoe. "There. Now you have to do the same."
Bobby bent down and pulled off one of his cowboy boots.
"Very good, now the other," she said as she pulled off the other shoe.
"I have socks on and you don't," Bobby said.
"Then you take them off and I'll watch," Laura purred.
Then, as he did so, she unfastened the clip in her hair and let it cascade down over her shoulders, nearly reaching the tips of her beautiful hard breasts.
Then, together, watching each other closely, they both began to unfasten their pants. Each of them opened the band, pulled the zipper down, and put their hands in the waist. Bobby stood up and faced her as he pushed his pants down to his knees. Laura did the same. There was one difference. He was wearing underpants and she wasn't.
Her incredibly hairy womanly cunt was naked in front of him, just a hand's reach away. But he was suddenly paralyzed, suddenly stricken with a kind of freeze that indicated to him that he shouldn't touch till he was told. Looking was good enough for the moment, because it looked darker and bigger than he could remember it being the afternoon he looked up her skirt. The cunt hair was as dark as the hair on her head and the whole area seemed to stick up from her flat abdomen, like a mound covered with soft thick hair, and he could also see that it was damp between the crack in the middle. He saw her folded cunt lips, hot and ready, and he finally had to turn his eyes away because he felt his body beginning to shake and he knew that he was about to have an ejaculation unless he looked away and stopped thinking about it.
"Do you cum, Bobby?" Laura asked, stepping out of her slacks.
"Ye ... yes, ma'am," he said softly. Did he cum? The men's room at the end of the hall was covered with his jism to prove it!
"Do you cum lots?"
"Yes," he said, still avoiding her eyes. "I cum more than Johnny, Jack and Randy."
They were all in her class. Laura's eyes lit up. "You, you all do it together, then?"
"Yeah, sometimes, if we're in the mood."
"What do you do?" she asked.
Suddenly, Bobby realized that she was kneeling in front of him, staring at his filled white shorts, looking at the outline of his cock. He gasped and said softly, "We jack off together and see who comes first and the most."
"And who wins?" she asked softly, putting her fingers in the elastic band, pulling it down an inch or two.
"I always shoot the most. Randy cums first. He cums almost when his hand touches his prick." She looked up. "Prick?" "That's what we call it."
"What else?" she asked, tugging on his shorts even more.
"Cock, or dick, sometimes. Mostly, prick or cock."
"How about penis?" she asked, her lips just inches from his cock.
"Naw, I read that's the real word. But it's too hard to say."
"You know what I'm going to do to your penis, your cock, your dick, your prick?"
"No, Miss Brevitz. What?"
"Well, I'm going to suck your big beautiful cock," she said as she reached for his young manhood.
Bobby's long and thick cock rose from a little thatch of hair, soft boy's hair. Under his beautiful hard dick there was a perfect set of balls, half-boy's and half-man's, pink in color with just a little hair, hanging low, ready for her fingers and for her lips.
Since the day that she had been brutally fucked by her stepfather, the idea of any further onslaughts by bestial men had repelled her. Her only sexual salvation since had been her fantasizing dreams with innocently pure virgin boys. She was a dedicated teacher, and always her recurring erotic dreams had her in the role of introducing a boy to his first sex. Gentle, loving sex.
"You have such a nice big cock," she said as she kissed the tip.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I love you!"
"Is it bigger than the other boys'?"
"What?" He was caught up in pleasure and hardly realized that she was talking.
"Is your beautiful dick bigger than the other boys'?"
"Yeah, except for Randy. He's even a little bigger. I hope I get really that big someday, like my older brother."
Laura tightened her hand around his now hotly throbbing cock and felt the young silky smooth shaft and the velvety head. He groaned and spread his legs a little, stepping out of his shorts. Laura brought the tip of his prick to her lips again and kissed it one more time, this time flicking her tongue against the little slit in the end.
"OHHHHHH!" he squealed, looking down with wide eyes as his prick began to disappear in the wet warm recesses of her mouth. He couldn't believe it was happening so fast, so soon. He took a deep breath and put his hand on his hips as she pushed her head forward. Suddenly, he realized all of his cock was in her mouth, every inch of it! Where did it go? She was pressing her nose into his pubic hair and he could feel her lower Up on his balls. Her hands held his thighs tightly.
Laura had learned to take a cock in the back of her throat by practicing with her vibrator. She had sent for it through the mail, and she had ordered the seven-inch size, and not the nine or ten or twelve incher, because she liked to pretend it was a little boy's cock and that gave her more pleasure as she shoved it up her cunt or up her ass or into her mouth. She would suck on it and pretend it was Billy's and she finally learned how to push it back into her throat without gagging. Little did she know that the first fifteen-year-old boy she decided to suck off would have six whole inches! But she loved it.
She had an obsession with them, a passionate love for them as a teacher and as a woman, and now she was finally doing what she had wanted to do for so very long. She was sucking off a sweet virgin boy.
"Miss, Brevitz, I'm going to ... I'm going to cum," Bobby said, feeling her hands roaming his balls, pulling on them, while her lips caressed the head of his cock and ran down the sides to the base as she would bite gently down, her teeth leaving trails of white lines along the fleshy column where the blood had been forced from the surface.
She pulled her head off for a moment. "Not till I tell you, not till then," she reminded him. It was torture for him to hold back, but he did his best, trying to take his mind off the fantastic pleasure he was feeling in his cockhead as it disappeared in her tiny oval mouth.
"You're going to cum in my mouth and then again in my pussy, sweet Bobby," she said, momentarily removing her mouth from his cock and looking up at him with wanton lust. Then, she slammed her face forward again and voraciously took his throbbing cock in her mouth, all of it, and begin to eat it more hungrily than anything she had ever eaten in her life. This was the real food she wanted. This was the stuff that would satisfy her appetite, cock meat. And for dessert she would have a taste of sweet young boy cream, the searing hot love cream of a young boy's cock.
He felt his cock being absorbed to the fullest until her nose was buried in his sparse pubic hair. "Oh, I can't stand it! It's so wonderful, it's so good," Bobby moaned as he felt her beautiful hair brush ticklingly against his balls and scrotum. He saw his cock shaft all wet and slick, blobbing her face back to his abdomen, taking his cock into her womanly throat. The fact that he was being sucked off by his beautiful teacher was too much for him. He couldn't hold back any longer. His body began to quiver, indicating the impending cum explosion of his cock. "Oh, Miss Brevitz, I think I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right in your beautiful mouth. Oooohhh, Miss Brevitz, Ooooohhhh."
Laura's eyes blinked as she nearly gagged on the first huge shot of cum that filled the back of her throat! He's cuming! He's cuming! This was the moment she had been waiting for, and now it had taken her by surprise. This was the moment she had dreamed about, and now it was happening without her even realizing that it was happening! She bobbed her head furiously over his jerking cock as she swallowed his jetting load of creamy young boy love juice, tasty, sweet young-male cum.
Bobby moaned as he felt all the energy go out with his jism. He almost collapsed to the floor, but he didn't want to pull his cock out of her loving mouth. He was in ecstasy, in heaven. He had never guessed that such pleasure could exist.
But Laura wasn't about to give up. She wanted every last drop of his creamy young jism, every last drop of his wonderful fluid. He was no longer a virgin, no longer a little boy who only beat off in the bathroom or with his boy friends. He was something more now, experienced, and she felt proud she had been the one to first drink his cum down, to first suck on his beautiful virgin cock with its lovely head. Even though he had cum faster than she had wanted, it had tasted wonderful, sweeter and creamier than she had imagined, and she loved him for it.
Finally, with a groan, she pulled her lips from his cock and it flopped against his balls, wet, half-hard, dark red from her sucking. It hung there in front of her and she just stared at it in wonder, loving it, wanting it to cum again and again. She kissed it and then Bobby sat down on the floor and sighed. "Oh, was that good!" he exclaimed, just like a schoolboy.
"There's more to come," Laura whispered as she rolled over on her back, spreading her beautiful pussy. Immediately, his cock started rising up again.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I don't know if I can," he said softly, but he was actually sure he could. Often, when masturbating, he would cum three or four times till he finally got tired.
"Touch me, Bobby," she moaned. "Feel me, Bobby, rub me, kiss me, suck me!"
Bobby was beside himself. There was just too much to grab all at once-tits and cunt and hair and thighs. He moved onto her, tentatively, assuming the position he had seen in pictures. His cock again was standing on end.
"Oh, Bobby, that's it, that's it," Laura moaned, feeling him once again playing with her breasts, now his hard young cock rubbing gently between them. She looked down and saw the tip of his still-wet throbbing prick moving up and down on her neck. The tip opened each time he pressed it between her hard tits.
He felt very manly now, suddenly in control. He was in love with her beautiful tits, the tits he had been dreaming about for months. He couldn't wait to tell the other guys-no, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him and he knew it.
He wasn't nearly as ready to touch her slippery, wet cunt as he was ready to play around with those tits. He had a fixation about them, he dwelled on them. There was something foreign about a cunt-probably because he had never really touched nor seen one. Tits and cocks seemed to go together, he thought. They were sexy to look at and feel But he was a little afraid of a woman's cunt.
He pushed his cock to her lips. She sucked it, looking up into his eyes all the time, sucking hard on the tip of his cock as her hands roamed his chest and tweaked his little nipples.
Suddenly, Bobby's cunt fears vanished and he was filled with the desire to look at her cunt, to explore it. What better chance would he have? He said, shyly, "I want to touch your pussy." She smiled and released his long hard rod from her lips.
"I can't think of anything I'd like more."
So he wriggled down the length of her and looked at her throbbing cunt. He began shaking, looking at something so very different, and yet so exciting. He rubbed his lips over the folds and fingered his way inside. When he reached the hard little nub of her clit, she moaned and he knew that he was doing the right thing.
Then he withdrew his finger and quickly pressed his lips to her cunt lips. He didn't know whether she wanted him to do that. All he knew was that he was suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire to taste her cunt, to kiss its cuntal lips, to lave it with his tongue. No longer was it an object of his imagination. It was pulsingly handily real.
The moment he pressed his lips to her cuntal lips, she let out a passionate wail, "EEEEEeee!" and lifted her legs into the air. She felt as if her body had been plugged into a thousand-volt line. He was lapping her cuntal juices and she loved it, adored it.
And he loved the smell and the taste of her pussy. It reminded him of the time when he had been wrestling around with a girl in the neighborhood and he accidentally had gotten his nose in against her snatch. But she had hit him a good one in the face, so he didn't try it again. He did go home after the incident, however, and found a pair of his mother's underpants in the wash in the basement. He took them to his bedroom and pressed the crotch-scented area against his nose as he slowly pumped his hard dick up and down with his hand. But now, Laura's cunt smelled better than the panties had.
There would be no more smelling panties, no more sniffing the laundry. From now on he would only put his nose into real cunts, real live dripping cunts with folds of hair and the sweet taste of a woman's love fluids. He stuck his tongue into the viscid warmth of her cuntal opening and she let out still another cry. He pressed his cock against the carpet, undulating his hips, wondering what it would be like to cum in her hot wet pussy.
Her thighs came up and clenched his facial cheeks, snaking her heels against his shoulders while rubbing her excitedly palpitating cunt hungrily against his face. He screwed his tongue deeper into her open vaginal tunnel, then back up again to that hard little throbbing bud.
That was the sweetest part of her, he decided. That little hard quaking bud that made her jump each time he got near it. She was going nuts! She pulled his hair and rubbed her fingers down over his eyes and nose and even into his lips, pressing her hand against her voraciously needful cunt.
He dug his head so far into her pussy that she thought he was trying to stick his entire body in there! He wanted to be enveloped by her cunt. He wanted to enter her completely! And she ground her cunt up into his face, her legs scissoring together behind his head. She was feeling her climax building inside her and she begged for him not to stop. "Don't stop, Bobby, please don't stop, make me cum!"
Can a woman cum? He never heard that expression before from a girl! But he wasn't about to ask now. He just kept fucking her with his virgin tongue, sucking, spreading the lips with his thumbs, jabbing his little forked tongue into her cunt-hole with all the passion he could muster up. He sucked on the bud and then worked his tongue up into her pussy canal as far he could.
"Ohhhh, I'm gonna ... BOBBY!" She squealed, tossing her head back and forth on the floor, grinding her fingernails into the carpeting. She felt her senses reeling, her body quaking, her cunt beginning to fill with fluid. And then, all of a sudden, she felt it come together as he smashed his lips against her wet pussy and slid his wriggling tongue deep inside her. She shouted and kicked her legs into the air and let them drop to the floor. "BOBBBYYYYYYY!" she screamed and then grabbed his head and pushed it as hard as she could between her legs, sticking his nose into her pussy as her cunt splashed the deluge of wonderful sweet pussy-juice from behind the now-burst dam of her womanhood!
Bobby just moaned as he felt his face getting wetter and wetter, tasting the milky juices that were rolling down the sides of her cunt walls. Now he knew what it was like when a woman came! And he had caused it! He felt like a man now, a real man ...
Or almost. In a second, still hot with her orgasm, Laura pulled him up by his hair and urged him to fuck her. "Stick your hard dick up my pussy while it's all wet, while it's all creamy!"
"But I ... " "NOW! FUCK ME NOW!" She was wild, crazed. She spread her legs and pulled at his shoulders as he knelt between her thighs, his cock standing straight out in front of him, hard and throbbing with desire. He had almost forgotten about fucking her.
"FUCK ME! BOBBY, PLEASE, FUCK ME WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL LITTLE-BOY HUGE COCK OF YOURS!" She squealed and grabbed his cock and pulled it down till the tip touched her pussy lips. "FUCK ME HARD!"
Bobby didn't have time to think, time to say anything, time to ask questions. He was almost filled with as much lust as she was and it seemed to both of them that it had to be fast, furious. His cock was pointing into her cunt so he just let his young hard body drop to her waiting breasts and belly, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he felt his cock sliding all the way up the wet warmness and smoothness and tightness of her cunt, his teacher's cunt. He was fucking Miss Brevitz!
"FUCK ME, MOVE YOUR ASS UP AND DOWN!" she screamed, holding his ass cheeks with her hands as she kept her legs spread on the floor.
"Oh ... I'm so hot ... " "FUCK ME HARD!"
"I'm ... gonna..." Bobby could hardly get a word out. He moved his cock up and down in the wonderful wet tightness of her pussy just a few times and he knew that there was no stopping his searing love cream. His balls hit her pussy hair and he felt her hands hugging his ass cheeks and he shut his eyes and just let it happen. "Cum," he whispered softly, almost apologizing for doing it so fast.
And then Laura felt his gift, his load, her reward. He pumped shot after shot of creamy hot jism in her box, into her steaming lust-heated pussy, and she felt her entire body go warm and red as she brought her legs up to lock them around his ass as he moaned and sighed, pressing his lips between her tits.
"Oh, Bobby, you're wonderful, you're beautiful," she whispered as she felt the last of his man juice being pumped into her body.
"It ... it happened so darn fast!" he said, almost stunned that he had cum so fast, that he had really fucked a woman without even having time to think about it.
"It was beautiful," she purred. She ran her hands through his hair again. "Don't let your beautiful cock slip out of my pussy till it gets soft. I like how it feels in there."
Later, when he was leaving Miss Brevitz' house, he turned to her and said, with alarm, "But, Miss Brevitz, we forgot all about my paper!"
She grinned. "Don't worry about the paper. You'll be getting an A this semester!"
CHAPTER THREE
On Monday morning, just as Laura was about to start down the hall to her classroom, Jack Stevens stopped her. He was the basketball coach and a young, handsome bachelor who was always asking Laura out on a date.
"What's up?" Laura asked.
"What are you doing for the summer?" Jack asked. "Nothing. Working on my Masters, I imagine. Why?" Laura sat down at the cafeteria table with him while he finished his coffee. "I really should go, I have a first period."
"Let the little bastards wait. I'm asking about the summer because I have a position open that I thought you'd be interested in."
"Me? At a boys' camp?" The thought of it surprised her and turned her on at the same time.
Jack was the headmaster of Camp Riverside, a boys' camp in the mountains, about fifty miles from town. In the past two seasons, women had been allowed on the faculty-one big dike even coached the swimming team to victory over three other summer camps!-as a kind of "experiment" which seemed to work, at least in the eyes of the trustees. They seemed to feel, Jack had explained, that the presence of women as mother-figures helped the boys by giving them the kind of atmosphere that they had at home, and also increased their educational outlook-the camp was much like a school as well as a summer playground.
"Why me?" Laura asked.
" 'Cause we need someone to teach English, to direct the summer play, and, besides, all the other women are eighty years old and I think the boys would dig you."
"You sure you're talking about the boys and not yourself?" Laura asked with a smirk.
"Well," Jack said looking into her eyes, "I think I could dig you, too!"
"Hmmmm. It sounds like fun. How long?"
"Six weeks," he said, finishing his coffee.
"How many on the staff?"
"Eight. Two old broads, you, me, and four other guys. A hundred boys. Give or take a few." A hundred boys!
The next day Laura met with Jack before classes and talked in detail about the summer. The money was good, she had never been to a summer camp in her life, she liked the outdoors very much and, even though he came on a little strong at times, she liked him.
But the most important reason she accepted the position was a secret one-Bobby and others like him. She had the feeling that it was going to be the summer of her and their lives.
"I accept!" she said, offering Jack her hand.
"Ummmmm," Jack moaned, watching her tight ass moving from side to side in her skirt as she walked down the brightly lit corridor. That was one ass that he wanted to bury his face into. Maybe this summer, maybe this summer!
On that evening, as Laura sat at home correcting school papers, she was disturbed by a telephone call.
After she answered the phone, the caller identified himself.
"Hello, Miss Brevitz. This is Bobby."
"Oh, Hi, Bobby. What prompts you to call me this evening?"
Bobby had himself been sitting at home alone and thinking of the sexual activities that he and Laura had enjoyed the night before. The night that she had taken his cherry. The night that she had taken his hotly pulsating big shaft of a cock in her mouth and had worked her lips up and down the blood-engorged pole, loving it, adoring it, worshiping it as if it were truly the monstrosity of a cock of a Greek god. As he visualized Laura going down on his big beautiful prick, Bobby felt a pain in the lower part of his abdomen. Yes, it was the pain brought about by the desire to want to fuck Laura again.
As he sat, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped the fly of the trousers and gently removed the now-hardening big cock from the side of his shorts. He seized the thick shaft with his right hand and began to caress the throbbing monster, moving his hand up and down along the thick blood-swollen shaft. As he continued jacking off, he fantasized Laura's mouth as being the recipient of that manhood of a big cock, instead of his hand. Then, suddenly, he realized that he didn't want to shoot off his big hot load of jism in his hand but rather he wanted to cum in Laura's voracious cock-hungry hot cuntal passage. It was this desire that prompted him to call her and ask her if she perhaps would like to go get some ice cream with him. If she accepted, she would have to pick him up with her car, as he was not of driving age yet, and take him to an ice-cream parlor. And it would be en route to the parlor that he would tell her of his reason for calling.
"Well, Miss Brevitz, I was sitting at home all alone and suddenly I had an urge to eat some ice cream. Since I'd been thinking about you all evening long, I decided that I'd ask you to go with me," he said sheepishly.
"Oh, that's very thoughtful of you, Bobby. But you see, I'm correcting papers this evening and don't think I can go out. However, if I finish correcting early enough, well, maybe we can go," she said innocently.
"Oh, I'm so glad, Laura. I-I mean Miss Brevitz. You can call me at home when you're ready. Here's my telephone number."
Laura jotted down the number, hung up and then returned to her task.
After she completed her work, she telephoned Bobby to inform him that she would be on her way to pick him up. As she drove her car, the realization of Bobby's telephone call finally hit her. Why would he really want to go out with me tonight? she asked herself. Certainly, not to eat ice cream. Perhaps it was because he had been thinking about me sucking his big cock and taking his cherry last night that made him so throbbingly hot to want to fuck' me again. Ice cream was the pretext of getting me alone with him. Well, if that's the case, I want him to fuck me with his beautiful rock-hard cock.
When she arrived at his home, he was waiting for her outside. He quickly opened the door of the car and sat next to her.
On their way to the ice-cream parlor, no conversation was exchanged, each thinking of the way to approach the subject of what was on their mind. Then, suddenly, Laura extended her right arm and gently placed her quivering hand right on Bobby's crotch of his pants that bulged as a result of his now-agitated cock pressing throbbingly against his shorts.
"My, my, what have we got here?" she asked, moving her hand gently up and down the bulging area.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I was hoping that you would realize the reason for my telephone call to you," he said, embarrassedly.
"That's okay, Bobby. I'm glad you called, because I wanted to see you, too," she said in a manner that would erase all of Bobby's embarrassment. "And now that we both know what we want from each other, let's make love. No, not love. Let's fuck. That sounds more exciting, more sexy. Yes, Bobby, let's fuck. I want to fuck you standing up tonight," she said urgently as she kept on driving.
"But, Miss Brevitz, we can't fuck standing up in the car," Bobby said, surprised.
"That's right, Bobby, we can't. That's why I'm driving to a secluded place. Yes, yes, I have it. Why don't we go by the lake. There are men's and ladies' rooms there, and right behind the rooms there's some shrubbery. We can fuck there against the wall. No one'll see us. Oh, Bobby, how hot I am for you right now!" Laura said in a quivering voice.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, please hurry. I, too, want to fuck you," Bobby said, placing his right hand on Laura's hand that was now massaging faster and faster his pulsating crotch area.
When they arrived at the lake, they immediately proceeded for the rear of the lavatory. They quickly undressed.
"Bobby, stand against the wall and hold onto the base of your big beautiful cock," Laura urged him.
"It's cold," Bobby said as he pressed his naked ass up against the cold stone wall. He spread his legs to brace himself, but he still didn't know how she was planning to fuck him standing up.
"Hold your cock steady and don't leave go till I'm on it," she said, and he still didn't quite know how she was going to do it. He had never heard of people standing up while fucking. He didn't think that it was possible.
But he soon found out differently. She lifted one leg and moved her cunt to the tip of his cock. "Don't move, just let me do all the work," she said as she let the cuntal lips of her hot pussy come down on his wonderful young hard prick. The rounded reddish head disappeared into her hairy pussy lips, and then the shaft, and then just about all of it.
"Take your hands away," she snapped, and Bobby pulled his hands from his cock and wrapped them around her naked ass.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you," she said, and started moving up and down, almost as if she were doing push-ups or sit-ups on his dick, moving her cunt up and down, slamming it all the way onto his cock, and then pulling till just the head was held in the hotly pulsating captivity of her juicy cunt.
As Laura continued rubbing her cuntal walls up and down his hot shaft of a cock, Bobby began to moan, "Miss Brevitz, I think I'm gonna cum."
"No, baby, no. Don't cum just yet. Let me fuck your cock with my burning pussy. Oh, I want your hot prick to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, God, I adore your big beautiful dick. Oh, Bobby, Bobby. Slam it to me. Make me cum big. Tear my hot snatch apart, please, please. Yes, yes, give it to me harder and harder. Ohhh, I'm almost there. Wait for me. Oooohhh, please, please. A little while longer. How good it is to fuuuccckkk with you. Oh, baby, baby. Give it to me harder, harder. Yes, I'm almost there, there. Oooohhh, baby, I'm gonna cuuummm. Ohhhh. Cum, baby, cum in my cunt," Laura moaned as she moved her pussy up and down, stroking his distended long throbbing cock with the aching walls of her throbbing vagina.
"OH, GOD, I'M CUMMMIIINNNGG!" he screamed.
"Yes, yes, baby," she said in ecstatic delight as she bounced up and down on his hard long hotly pulsating prick.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! FUCK! FUCK!" He was hitting his head against the stone wall, in absolute pleasure and pain. He was cuming into her cunt as she fucked him, moving her cunt up and down on his cock, pressing him into the wall, sucking the jism out of his wildly jerking cock.
"Oh, baby, I can feel it, I can feel it," she moaned. She could feel his cream filling her womb and running down the sides of his cock in her cuntal canal, and dribbling, down her thighs,, her cunt overflowing with his load of boyish cum.
"AHHHHH!" Bobby squealed as he felt her stop moving, her beautiful cunt hugging his hurting dick, feeling it already beginning to soften as if with relief from the wild fast fucking. He dropped his head to her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him to her.
"You're fantastic, Bobby," she whispered, holding him with his young wet cock still inside her hungry pussy.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I can't wait till summer camp!" Bobby moaned.
CHAPTER FOUR
Camp Riverside was located on the shore of a beautiful big lake near the mountains outside Centerville. Laura loved it immediately, and all the boys loved her. She was a good teacher and all, but more than that she was young and beautiful, the perfect outlet for their erotic dreams. The first day at camp she was staring at all their tight jeans, sizing them up, drooling with desire thinking of all the virgin cocks hidden away in their shorts. She was determined to have them all.
She met Mrs. Beales, who had the cabin next to hers. She was a large woman without a sense of humor. Most of the other counselors, one woman and five men, were all rather boring. Jack Stevens treated Laura like a queen, but she knew that that was because he wanted to get into her pants. He could try all he wanted. The problem with him was that he wasn't fifteen years old any longer!
Bobby spent a few hours each week during the first two weeks of camp in Laura's cabin, fucking, sucking each other, talking about sex. She asked about the other boys in Cabin number 4, what they were like, how big their cocks were, who came first when they jerked off? Each night, in each of the fifteen cabins, seven young studs were beating their meat, cuming like crazy, and she was confined to her cabin as a prim and proper young woman counselor. Well, not any more.
"Bobby, I want them," she said one afternoon when he had skipped going swimming in the pool-there was a big swimming pool in the middle of the camp, across from the commissary -- and they were in bed in her cabin. He pressed his fingers against her pussy lips. She had just had an orgasm in his mouth and his lips were still wet with her feminine fluids.
"Them who?"
"The others in your cabin."
He was startled. "You mean it? All the guys? Even Randy?"
She grinned. "Especially Randy!"
"Sure, I can arrange it," he said as she grabbed his cock.
"You arrange it," she purred, "for tomorrow night. And now shut your eyes 'cause I'm going to suck you off!" And with that she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his young cockhead and started sucking on his dick. In a few minutes he was moaning and rocking his young naked ass from side to side on her bed, and he came without a sound, without a whimper, filling her mouth with creamy jism, his mind filled with thoughts of the next night. He would let Randy go first-Randy was his best pal and he had been hot over Miss Brevitz since the first day in class. Randy would love him for it.
And Randy did love Bobby for it. He knocked on the door of Laura's cabin that night, after they had all had a good supper cooked by the camp cook, Sachi, the Chinese man who bowed to everyone when they thanked him. "Come in," Laura said softly.
Randy stepped into her cabin and saw that she was lying spread out on the bed, naked, her beautiful tits standing high on her chest, the tips pointing hard to the ceiling. Her cunt was hairier and bushier than Bobby had described. He gasped and stared at her beautiful, lush body.
"Come on in and take off your pants," she whispered to the stunned boy.
He fumbled and said, "Yes, ma'am," his mind really freaked because this was the same woman who had been teaching him all year long. He had seen her every day, clothed, in front of the class. And now she was naked, inviting him to put his cock in her beautiful warm womanly pussy. It blew his mind. He dropped his pants and then pulled his underpants off and stood facing her, unashamed, letting her swallow him up with her big loving eyes.
"You have a big cock," she said, admiring his beautifully shaped manhood. "And Bobby tells me you cum fast."
Randy nodded and moved closer to the bed as Laura spread her legs so he could see her pussy clearly. The lips of her cuntal opening were pink in between the hairy covering of the mound. He had never seen anything so precious and beautiful and inviting. Bobby had told him how he sucked it. Now he wanted to try it.
"You have to be careful. I don't want you to cum till your cock is all the way up my pussy, understand?" she ordered, and he nodded, hardly making out what she was saying.
She spread her legs even further and then brought her hands down to her cunt lips and pulled them apart. He saw the wet, soft, pink flesh waiting for him and he opened his mouth in wonder. "Don't you want to slide that big cock of yours up it?" she asked, sensuously.
"Oh, yes, yes," he moaned, sitting on the bed next to her. He stared down at her wide-open cunt and then pressed his big finger right inside and she let go of the lips. His finger was immediately locked inside her. He moved it a little and then she moaned and squirmed and smiled.
"That's it, finger fuck me a little, find my clit," she moaned.
"I ... I don't know what that is," he said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Here," she said, guiding his hand to her flowering throbbing little bud. "Feel that, feel that little hard thing ... OHHHH!"
He felt it and nodded, and immediately he remembered Bobby telling him about the thing inside her cunt that made her go nuts every time he touched it. That was her clit and he was rubbing it with his finger. And she was going nuts.
"Oh, Randy, finger fuck me, finger fuck your teacher. Play with my hard hot clit, oh, baby," she breathed, thrashing her head back and forth on the bed.
He pulled his finger out and asked if he could do it with his tongue.
"Oh, God, baby, yes!" she moaned, thrusting her cunt up so he could get his face to it. He slammed his lips down on the hairy mound and smelled perfume, the same scent of lilacs he had smelled on her all year long. She must have sprayed some perfume on her pussy! He kissed her cunt lips as if he were kissing the lips on her face, and then let his tongue slip between them, into the slippery, sweet-tasting hot channel of her womanhood.
"Oh, Randy, tickle my clit! Yes! Yes! Fuck me with your little tongue! Randy!" She was in ecstasy now, getting hot for his cock, getting turned on so she would enjoy his fucking all the much more. She felt his tongue snake up her cunt and find her hard clit, and he spread her pussy lips with his young powerful hands as he sucked her clit into his lips and held it there till she trembled and moaned.
"Randy, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! DON'T STOP!" She was a ball of fire now, knowing she would make it if he kept his mouth glued there, if he kept stroking the insides of her hot wet pussy with his wonderful tongue, if he continued sucking on her hard little bud. "I'M CUMMMMING!" she cried and thrashed her head up and down on the mattress as he held her tight, pressing his lips inside her cunt, sucking her clit hard, stuffing his tongue as far up her pussy as he could.
Then, suddenly, he tasted something warm, a liquid, and then more and more of it, till he was bathed in her juices, till his face was nearly drowning in her womanly fluids, in the honey of her wonderful hairy pussy. He was sucking his teacher's feminine juices. He had brought her to a climax. And he didn't even know how!
"Fuck me now, Randy, stick that hard cock in me and fuck me," she said, grabbing his cock, pulling on it till he moved his head from between her wet legs and eased his body in there, still holding the tip of his hard dick.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I'm gonna shoot," he said in agony, but she released his cock and slapped him hard on his ass, taking his mind off his ejaculation.
"Don't cum till I tell you, don't cum till it's all the way in my pussy!" she said, and then spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly, letting him get a good path into her hot box. "Now fuck me, Randy, fuck me like a man, as good as you sucked me!"
Randy held his breath and slammed his body down and forward. His young hard cock shot up her pussy easily, lubricated by the juices of her orgasm, filling her where his tongue had just filled her, but to new depths, further and fuller than his tongue could ever have accomplished.
"OH, GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! OHHHH!" she squealed as she felt his young hard body pressing down on hers. His cock was way up her and he was moaning and breathing hard as he started to pull it out and'push it back in a' few times.
"Can I ... can I cum now?" he asked, almost feeling faint, trying desperately to hold back his flow of jism. Her cunt canal hugged his cock tighter and hotter than anything he had ever known.
"YES, BABY, CUMMMM!" she wailed and then felt his body collapse against hers, his young hot dick squirting her cunt so full of cum that it ran out of the cuntal lips immediately and puddled on the bed.
He didn't move a muscle as the jism floated out of the tip of his rod. He just sighed, "Oh, Miss Brevitz," and then felt her cunt muscles tugging at the head of his dick as he filled her with his young-boy cream, with his juice that was spewing out. He felt the cum running around the sides of his cock and dripping out down his balls. He was in ecstasy.
"Oh, Randy, that was better than Bobby," she whispered, and he immediately perked his head up, "but don't you tell him I said that!"
"Okay," he moaned, and pressed his head between her luscious ripe breasts. "I love you."
"Mmmmm," she moaned, and then felt his softening cock slide out of her dripping hot satisfied cunt. "We should get going. I have a few appointments this evening, you understand," she giggled.
"Boy, do I understand!" he said.
"Okay, guys, either we're in this together or we're not. What do you say?" Bobby was talking. Everyone was there but Randy, who was in Laura's cabin. "As soon as Randy comes back we draw straws to see who goes next."
They all sat there with hard young cocks and hearts beating faster than ever. Miss Brevitz had agreed to give them all a taste of what life was like, just as she had been doing to Bobby. None of them believed him at first, but after a few detailed descriptions of what she had done to him, they all knew that he wasn't making it up.
The seven boys in Cabin 4 ranged in ages between thirteen and fifteen. Laura had been wondering what it would be like to be fucked by the cock of a thirteen-year-old boy. She would soon find out.
"You think Randy'll ever come back?" Michael asked. Everyone laughed.
"He will if he doesn't want his cock to fall off," Bobby joked.
"Gee, I can't believe it!" Chuck said. He was a horny little blond with bright blue eyes. And he was secretly in love with the beautiful Miss Brevitz.
Suddenly they all heard the familiar cry of one of the camp counselors-"LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!" Bobby reached up and clicked out the overhead light and they got into their bunks, pretending to fall asleep. They had already bunched up a pillow under Randy's blanket, as if he were sleeping under there.
The door opened and the counselor flashed his flashlight around the room quickly. "Take Randy's example and sack out, guys," he said, and then added, "goodnight," as he closed the door.
"We'll take Randy's example, all right," Rick said.
"We sure will," Tim added.
And they all lay there waiting, hands on their cocks, thinking about losing their virginity in the next hour, losing it to a beautiful young woman counselor.
Randy returned shortly after the lights had been turned out. He looked completely exhausted but there was a glimmer in his eyes that told all of them that he had been through something wonderful and new. He sat on his bunk and looked around at the others-they had all gathered around his bed and Bobby had lit a small candle-as they stared at him. "She's too fucking much!" he said dizzily, and flopped on his mattress. They could see his zipper was still down and his jeans looked wet around the crotch.
"Let's draw," Michael said hurriedly, and put the jar of straws on the floor.
Everyone pulled one of them from the jar.
Tim got the longest. He walked out of the cabin, dressed only in his jeans, looking like Napoleon off to war. But he had only gone about fifteen feet when a voice shattered the dark, silence. "Hey, young man!"
It was Mrs. Beales, one of the other counselors, a fat old hard woman whom he hated. "Who's there?" she asked from the window of her cabin.
"Tim. Tim Larsen from Cabin Four." Tim froze in terror. What the hell would he tell her that he was doing?
"What's going on? What are you doing out there this time of night?" Her voice could cut through steel.
"I'm . . . well, I left my shirt down by the lake today. And I was afraid it wouldn't be there in the morning." It was a good lie.
"Nonsense! Get it tomorrow! Back to your cabin!" She barked like a dog. And he turned around and ran like a dog.
"YOU DID IT THAT FAST?" Rick asked, astonished to see Tim back in the cabin in only three minutes.
"Old Lady Beales saw me. Told me to go back."
"Fuck her," Bobby said, curled up in his bunk, half asleep.
"Yeah, fuck her," Tim said.
"Go around the back way," Michael urged.
"Yes, Tim," Chuck agreed, "there's a path round the back of all the cabins.' In a moment, Tim was creeping behind Mrs. Beales' cabin. Once past it, he felt relieved. He moved past the next one, and the next, and then eased his way to the front of Laura's little cabin and stopped to catch his breath and straighten his hair.
He knocked on the door lightly and the familiar sweet voice said, "Come in."
"Hi, Miss Brevitz," he said, standing there shaking in his pants. He was scared. Very scared.
"Come here, Tim," she said. She was sitting on her bed, dressed only in a see-through soft nightgown. Her hard young breasts were visible under the material and Tim could see the hard points of her nipples. "Come here, the drapes are drawn, the door's locked."
Tim walked over to her and bit his lip. His cock was almost ripping through his pants.
"I remember one day in class when you stood up to work a problem on the blackboard and your pants were really full," she said.
He smiled. He remembered the day well because he had been so embarrassed. "I had an erection."
"Why?" she asked, unbuttoning the front of his jeans.
"Because I was thinking of you," he said honestly, watching her fingers opening his pants. No woman had ever touched him there but his mother, and that had been a long time before. He gasped when she yanked his pants down to his knees and stared at his hard young cock. He wasn't wearing any underwear-Bobby had told him not to.
"Oh, what a beautiful prick," she purred as she slid to the floor in front of him. It was smaller than Bobby's and Randy's, but it was perfectly formed with a fine rounded head and a nice long slit in the tip. He had just a little hair on his groin, and a few strands on his balls. "Oh, what a delicious young prick," she said again, holding it up to her lips.
"Is it really?" he asked.
"I'll show you how much I like it," she whispered, and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes-after the I fucking Randy had given her, she loved the gentleness of sucking on Tim's young hard I prick-and let her senses melt as she tasted his young boy cock and fingered his balls with her hands.
In a moment he was swaying with pleasure as she brought her lips up and down on his beautiful hot cock, sucking him for the first time in his young life, waiting for the great deluge of young love cream that would pour out of him.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I'm gonna shoot my stuff!" he suddenly gasped, feeling his cock swelling even bigger in her mouth.
"Mmmm," she moaned in agreement, sucking hard on his beautiful cock, his wonderful little boy cock that was resting along her tongue as she moved her head back and forth.
"OH, OH, GOD!" Tim put his hand to his mouth and bit his finger and then his whole body shook as he pumped his load into her face. He moaned as the cum poured from him, not in shots, but in one long tremendous fountain of cum, a continuous stream of hot young slippery cum. She drank it all down gladly, keeping her mouth glued to his dick till it was soft.
When she looked up he was glowing, and sweating. "How did you like it?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. She knew that he loved it.
"Oh, boy, I don't believe it!" he gasped, bending over to pull up his pants.
"You're a good student, Tim."
"You're a fine teacher!" He fastened his pants and fumbled with the buttons on the crotch.
"Leave them open. You need air in there, anyway." She giggled. He looked at her and smiled.
"Thank . . . thank you," he said softly, and then turned and ran out of the cabin.
"Oh, Christ, I'm gonna die of happiness!" he said as he walked into Cabin 4. "What happened?" "What'd she do?" "She suck you?" "You fuck her?" "You cum?"
He climbed into his bunk and moaned, "She's incredible!"
"Hey, let's draw!" Rick said, his cock hard just thinking about what Miss Brevitz had done to Tim.
They pulled the straws. This time Ron and Chuck both got the longest-there were two of the same size. "How'd that happen?" Rick asked.
"Leave one out and draw again," Michael said.
"No," Randy called from his bunk. "They got the same, so let them go together. I think Miss Brevitz might like that!"
Bobby added, "Yup, I sure think she will!"
And so Ron and Chuck, the two thirteen-year-olds, went off into the night in search of their first sexual affair.
"Oh, what wonderful little cocks you both have," Laura said as she knelt on the floor in front of them, holding their pricks in her hands. Their cocks weren't much smaller than Tim's, but neither of them had any hair on their crotches, but both told her that they could cum.
"We'll see about that," she said, and then licked the head of Ron's cock and then did the same to Chuck's. She especially liked Chuck, the little blond cherub. She could tell by the tightness of his beautiful young body and the shape of his dick that he was going to be a hunky gorgeous man someday.
"Oh, that feels good," Chuck said as he felt her tongue move over the tip of his dick. He shivered all over.
Laura lay back on the floor and told them both to kneel on either side of her face. That way she could look up at both their young precious dicks and touch them and play with them and their balls at the same time. They knelt there and she had them press the heads of their dicks together, and she lifted her head and wrapped her lips around them. Then she fingered their balls and let her head drop to the floor as she grabbed both their cocks and pulled on them.
"Oh, it feels so good, Miss Brevitz," Ron moaned.
"Yes," Chuck added in his light voice, "it feels wonderful! Just like Bobby said it would!"
Laura sat up and took both their dicks in her mouth at the same time, both their young hard throbbing cocks, lapping both heads with her tongue and lips, holding their smooth asses in her hands, one arm between each of their legs. They pumped their bodies back and forth and then Ron moaned and said, "Oh, I think I'm gonna He didn't even have time to finish what he had started to say. Laura felt something hit her tongue and right away she took his cock alone, letting Chuck's fall from her lips, sucking on it as he came and cried out and grabbed her head with his hands. There wasn't much cream, just a little jet that hit the back of her mouth, but he shook and shivered through the ejaculation. She sucked all the cream from his tender young cock and then let it drop out of her lips. He sat down on the floor and watched her with intent and thankful eyes.
"Your turn, Chuck," she said.
Chuck was ready. He was only thirteen and yet appeared to be fifteen. She figured that he really knew what a climax was like. He had a cock that looked like it would shoot a good load. She bent over and opened her mouth and engulfed the hot prick with her soft lips, rimming the head of it with her flicking tongue. "Ummmmm," she moaned.
"Oh, Christ," the boy whimpered. "You're sucking me! You've got it in your mouth!" It was as if it hadn't counted when Ron's cock was in her mouth with his. Now she was really sucking him and he couldn't stand it. It was so wonderful! "Jesus! Miss Brevitz, please don't stop. You're going to make me cum like crazy!"
Laura cupped his balls in her free hand and began massaging them as her hungry mouth engulfed his tool. The sweet naked cock slid easily over her tongue as she slurped and mouthed it. Shivers of delight surged through her as she slurped the tasty piston, nodding and bobbing her head. "Ummmmm!"
Chuck pulled his hands from his face and buried them in her hair as he lunged upward, cramming his throbbing tool even further into her mouth. "OH, JESUS GOD! SUCK ME, MISS BREVITZ!
PLEASE! IT'S SO GOOD! IT'S SO FUCKING WONDERFUL!"
Laura began gobbling his pole quickly as he lifted his ass to hunch into her mouth. The flaming desire to drink his cum made her nod her head more rapidly. All she could think of was the boiling liquid ready to surge from his prick hole into her mouth. She writhed and squirmed and her ass moved under her as she sucked even harder.
"MISS BREVITZ! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! I'M CUMMMMING! OHHHH!" He bucked his hips forward and let out a shrill cry that rocked the cabin. Ron watched in wonder,-worrying if anyone could hear the sounds Chuck was making.
The pulsating cock grew in her mouth. Then it was erupting, squirting hot cream in jets against the back of her throat. The surging thrill of his cuming gripped her and she drank his liquid thirstily, delighting in the taste of his truly young, extremely sweet juice. "Ummmm!"
Chuck jerked and thrashed until the last drops of fluid had oozed from his dick. Then he dropped limply back to the floor while she licked his hard pole from base to tip.
"Enjoy it?" she asked with a snicker.
"Wow!" was Chuck's only reaction.
Chuck and Ron opened the door to Cabin 4 and walked in. Bobby lit the candle. "She sucked us both off, right on the floor!" Ron announced, proudly.
"Yeah," Chuck added with a grin.
"Holy shit, I hope I'm next," Michael said, and they gathered to draw straws again-just two left, Rick and Michael. Bobby could have gone if he had wanted, but he knew this was going to be their night. He had had her enough in the past.
Rick won. Michael would be the last.
Rick knocked on the door to Laura's cabin and in a second he was inside, with his pants on the floor, lying on the bed with her. She was totally naked when he entered, and she told him to get rid of his pants and shoes and come to bed with her. The light was very dim.
He had never been in bed with a woman before. She was warm, delicate. Her breasts were round and hard and where a cock could have been she had a mound of thick dark sweet-smelling hair. He touched it and she squirmed in pleasure.
Then she moved her head down his body till she came to his hard young pole and she took it in her hand. She saw that the head was covered by a layer of skin and she said, "You're not circumcised!"
"I ... I know. Some of the guys kid me about it." He sounded as if he were expecting her to throw him out of the bed. She pulled the foreskin all the way back and exposed the huge rounded head of his cock. "It's beautiful, Rick," she said, and that put him at ease, he had never seen a young uncircumcised boy and it was a fascinating new experience for her.
And she was stunned by the size of the head of his cock. It bore no relation to the shaft, almost twice as big, like a miniature cherry ice cream cone, and she desperately wanted to taste it. The tip was bright red and wet, an unspoiled beautiful virgin cockhead shining in its own innocent juices. "You mean you kept this a secret from me all school term?" she asked, jokingly.
With the lightest possible touch, then, she pressed her forefinger to the sticky firm flesh of his exposed glans, circled it slowly, and the young boy gave a soft little moan and trembled slightly. She circled it again, with the same tender, teasing pressure, and he sighed. She glanced up and saw his eyes flutter, then close, his face relaxing into a little smile of bliss. She smiled, too. She knew exactly the brand-new sweet sensations that he was having, because she had done the same thing to all the others, and they all had responded in the same way.
She looked down again at the small stiff organ only a few inches from her face. It was pretty and comical at the same time, the shaft jutting up whitely to end abruptly at the ring of wrinkled flesh, then the bright red glans popping out bigger than the rest of it. She wanted to flick out her hot, pointed tongue and nuzzle the tip of that firm little nut, just the slightest bit, to discover its flavor and to watch his reaction.
She was certain that he would enjoy it immensely, the way the others had, that he would quiver uncontrollably and sigh with pleasure. She felt eager saliva running in her mouth as she thought of licking and tasting his hard out-thrusting cock and she swallowed as she imagined sucking it deep into her hot mouth, sucking it till he spurted his delicious juices into her throat.
She took his cock in her hand, holding it tight. Every tiny, teasing tug of her fingers sent a sharp thrill up the shaft of his cock and into his balls, which were tightened up against his abdomen in excitement. Then he felt her hot breath move over the sensitive flesh of his cockhead and he found himself twitching a little and sighing out loud as she again steadily but gently unsheathed the secret head of his cock. Her hard breath alone was enough to send shivers up his spine, but when she touched him there on the naked, raw tip of his prick, he moaned in ecstasy.
Then she began to circle the electrified flesh with her finger again, very slowly and lewdly, and he felt his balls stiffen again and grow even tighter. Then she grabbed his cock in her hand and, turning him on his side, started pumping on it. Her "face was lying only inches from the tip, her mouth open, ready to receive his juices.
"Cum, Rick, shoot your cum into my mouth," she moaned, and he looked down to see his cockhead pointing at her lips, ready to squirt her full of his white gift!
"OHHHH!" he cried, feeling his climax coming, feeling his balls pushing the cream up through his cock. She was working the foreskin up and down, over the head of his cock and back down again to expose it, and it was just too much for him. He let out a gasp and watched with wide eyes as the first long squirt of cum shot from the tip of his red cock!
"YES, MORE, MORE!" Laura squealed as she watched the boy's hot dick shooting spurt after spurt of creamy young cum at her face. It hit her in the mouth, on her lips, on her cheeks, even in the corner of her eye. But she didn't want to take it till it was done, she wanted to watch the head of his dick open up and shoot the white stuff at her face. She moaned in pleasure and felt her breasts pressing against his knees, which he had brought up while he moaned and cried during his shooting off.
Finally, she took his cock in her mouth, and he curled around her head, shoving his softening boyish prick into her mouth with force, making her suck the last of his cum, feeling her wet face digging into his abdomen.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, Miss Brevitz," he moaned again and again. He had never known such pleasure in his life. He loved her, adored her, worshiped her. He hated having to go back to the cabin.
"Good luck," Bobby said to Michael, the good-looking fourteen-year-old who was the last of the group.
"Awwww," Randy kidded, "she's probably too tired by now to do anything!"
"Her?" Tim asked, still feeling the warmth of her mouth on his cock. "Are you kidding?"
"Bye," Michael said, grinning, and he left the cabin.
"Hey, did anyone fuck her?" Randy asked. All the boys said that she had sucked them off. Hmmmm, wonder if Michael's gonna get it? Randy had sensed that Laura had flipped over Michael the first day she laid eyes on him at the camp. He was probably the best-looking boy in the cabin, or in the camp, for that matter. Maybe he'll get fucked!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hi, Michael," Laura said softly to the boy standing inside the door. "Come in and make yourself at home."
"Thank you, ma'am," the boy said nervously.
"Call me Laura, Michael," she said.
"But ..."
"I know, even Bobby calls me Miss Brevitz. But you can call me Laura. Because you're special."
"I ... I am?" He gulped and blushed.
"Come here and sit on the bed," she said, and he did as he was told, sitting there in his jeans, which hung on his slim hips an inch under the elastic band of his jockey shorts. He had a wonderfully smooth chest, the kind she wanted to run her fingers over and lick and kiss. And his face was precious, the kind of face that held onto its baby-years, delicate and young, but also had manly characteristics-the deep eyes, the firm jaw, the dark hair flopping over his forehead and ears. He was going to be a beautiful man, not a handsome one. Just beautiful! But she was dying to see what the rest of him looked like. She stood up and looked down at him. He was wearing her nightgown again, and he could see her breasts and her dark hairy pussy mound through the material. "Oh, you're so beautiful, Laura," he whispered, lifting his hands, waiting for her to come to him.
She took his hands in hers and pushed him back on the bed, till he was lying down, and then, carefully, she opened the snap on his pants and unzipped them. She could feel the hardness of his young cock pushing the zipper open automatically.
She moved to the foot of the bed and pulled them off his feet and dropped them to the floor. Then she reached up and took the band of his shorts in each hand and pulled them down, slowly, agonizingly, till the tip of his beautiful young virgin prick was free, and then she quickly dragged them off his body. He lay there naked, his hard cock standing straight up along his belly, rising from a thatch of curly black hair, his balls hanging down between his thighs, touching the bedcovers.
"Oh, my," Laura said as she stared at his gorgeous body lying in front of her. His cock topped everything. It was about six inches long, but thicker than any, even thicker than Randy's. She was surprised at how fat it was, how thick, how rounded and big the head was. The shape was perfect, straight, rounded beautifully, the slit in the end just big enough to shoot out a tremendous stream of jism. And his balls were the balls to supply that tremendous load-big, hairy, hanging very low and soft, moving in their sac with a force all their own.
She pressed his legs apart with her hands, pushing them till they would go no further, and then she undid the clip in her hair and let it cascade down over her shoulders. She moved her head above his cock and balls and let her hair caress him, move over his hard dick and his swelling balls, let it drive him to the point of a wonderful insanity. He was in such heaven that he didn't know what to say. He just moaned in anticipation of her lips touching the end of his cock.
She pressed her head down between his legs and let a little saliva drop to his balls. Then she laved it with her tongue and started kissing his balls, licking them, sucking on them as he rolled his head back and forth on the bed in anguished pleasure. She's sucking my balls! My nuts are in her mouth! He couldn't believe it! She took one ball and then the other, loving the salty taste of the sweaty sac, and then pulled both of them into her mouth at the same time, sucking them as far back into her mouth as she could, jiggling them with her tongue. "AHHHHHH!" he cried out, grabbing his cock with his hand, but she pushed his fingers away. She didn't want him to cum so soon. She wanted to suck his balls first, then his cock and then maybe, if he wanted, he could fuck her . . .
She pulled her lips off his nuts and they hung there wet and swollen between his legs. Then she kissed the tip of his young prick and opened her lips to take it. He shuddered and said, "Oh, my God, my God," just like a little boy marveling over a new Christmas present as he felt her lips closing around the tip of his fifteen-year-old cock. She pulled all of his sweet young cock into her mouth and started sucking on him like crazy, taking the tip into her throat, working his wet balls with her hands.
"Miss Brevitz, that feels so good!" he cried, clenching the bed sheets with his hands. "Ummmm," she moaned, the same expression she had been using all night long. But this time she really meant it-this was the tastiest, juiciest cock of them all. The young fourteen-year-old boy won! He was her favorite. And she was dying to have him fuck her.
She didn't know what she was bargaining for. Michael, for all his innocence and his age, knew a lot about fucking. He had an older brother who had a steady girl friend, and sometimes his older brother would let him hide in the closet of his bedroom and watch them fucking. He had never fucked a girl, but he knew damn well how to and this was his chance.
She pulled her head off his cock and got up and dropped her nightgown to the floor. He gazed at her naked splendor, the beautiful hard breasts, the curving hips, the wonderful dark snatch-so much more beautiful than his brother's girl friend! She walked next to the bed and he reached up and placed his hand over her mound and whispered, "Oh, I love your pussy," and then grasped his cock in his other hand.
"I want you to fuck me, Michael. I want you to fuck me with that fat cock between your young les. I want to teach you how to fuck a woman the right way."
"I'll do anything, anything," he gasped as she fell to the bed with him. They kissed and she pried his lips open with her tongue and swept it through his mouth. He pressed his cock up against her belly and felt her hard nipples digging into his chest. They hugged each other tight, in an embrace that made them lovers, no longer teacher and student, no longer camp counselor and little boy. "Fuck me, Michael, fuck me with that beautiful prick of yours," she moaned as she moved on her back, spreading her legs. He knelt between them, just the way he had seen his brother do so many times. He braced himself and held his body steady, looking down to see that his cock was pointing towards her hairy cunt.
"That's it, baby, now just lower your cock, I'll guide it, do as I tell you, slow, easy ..."
He lowered his hips while she spread her smooth thighs even wider and grabbed his dick in her hands, guiding the rounded thick head toward the tiny moist opening of her cunt, ushering the bulbous head to part the wet fleshy cuntal lips, her mind reeling with anticipation of this virgin fuck.
Laura gasped aloud and flailed her head with a shudder passing through her body, deliriously, at the first, hot, electrifying contact with the soft, rubbery head now encased by the lips of her pussy. Michael flicked his hips forward without being told, eliciting a sharp, little pain as her cunt spread to admit his thick young cock.
"Put it in me, Michael, put your beautiful cock in my cunt and fuck me," she whispered.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Laura," he said with determination, "I'm gonna fuck you forever!"
"OH!" Laura screamed suddenly as the little boy's big cock slid all the way into her. His balls slapped against her ass as his handsome strong body met hers. "My God, it was so fast!" she gasped, recovering.
For a long moment, Michael lay unmoving and heavy upon her, then he flexed his cock deep inside the tight, soft confines of her moist, warm pussy, expanding it and forcing another fraction of an inch of it deeper into her.
All of Laura's senses were concentrated on the place between her legs. She ran her hands over his smooth skin and scratched his buttocks with her fingernails.
"Oh, Michael, Michael, Michael," she moaned as he began to rock above her, using short, smooth strokes, her body reacting of its own volition, instinctively.
But then something took hold of the boy and he realized it too-that she didn't have to teach anymore. He knew what he was doing-and she felt him slowly increasing his pace. Her buttocks responded to him, and she writhed beneath him. His mouth dropped down to hers, and she thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked, as she moaned, unceasingly, in ecstasy. She raised her loins up to him in rhythm, countering his driving plunges into her moist wonderful depths, and her lovely face contorted in wanton desire, her mouth opening and closing against his lips, her nostrils flaring, her breath beginning to come in short yearning gasps as she became one with him in their copulation-she was really being banged, really being fucked, by a fourteen-year-old boy! Michael slowly increased his pace and so did Laura. Her buttocks dug into the warm mattress. Laura's whole body responded to the boy, and she writhed beneath him as perspiration formed on her forehead and between her luscious melon-like breasts. Her lovely chestnut hair was now in hopeless disarray, and he could see her straining neck muscles, hear her mewlings.
Her ass churned in the bed and her hungry pussy met every stroke and pulled on his fat cock as he drove it back and forth, in and out of her delicious captivity of a cunt. He pressed his body down to hers and slipped his hands down on either side of her and slid them in under the soft, smooth orbs of her slaving buttocks, grasping them hard and brutally in his strong young hands, feeling them as they worked, the pliantly smooth muscles clenching and unclenching between his clutching fingers.
Laura groaned beneath his grinding cock, and her breath caught in her throat as he hauled her up tight against his pounding loins, and he felt her draw her thighs even further apart, which caused the moist, clasping opening of her cunt to receive his thick cock to even greater depths. It all felt so new and wonderful to him, better than he had ever expected it to feel!
He began to pound into her with sledge-hammer force, taking longer as well as faster strokes - a trick he had learned from his brother as he fucked his girl-and then slammed back into her upraised crotch until his swollen balls slapped hard against the puckered hole of her ass. The pressure building in him made his head swim with ever-increasing lust.
"Oh, Michael, where'd you learn to fuck like this?" she asked in a lust-filled tone.
"My secret. Is it okay?" he asked, pounding into her again and again.
"It's wonderful!" she squealed.
Sliding his hand down over the tight skin of her exquisitely formed buttocks, he searched with a finger for the little opening of her asshole. His brother had done that to his girl many times and he remembered that it was the thing that turned her on the most. He didn't know really what he was doing, but he was sure as hell going to try! He felt her sudden intake of breath and a loud moan of mixed pleasure and shock when he fingered her dark, damp asshole.
A small rivulet of warm, slippery fluid seeped from her wet, wide-spread cunt to moisten her forbidden back passage. Teasingly, his finger lingered there, taunting it, purposely, before attempting any further move.
"Yes, go ahead," Laura said, knowing that he wanted to put his finger up her asshole. She wanted it now, she wanted anything now! She wanted this little fourteen-year-old stud to violate every orifice in her body!
Michael's mind reeled with lust as the words spilled from her lips. His cock felt expanded and hardened almost to the bursting point! He felt he would cum. He fumbled for a second, his cock still up her to the hilt, and pushed his long finger into her asshole with a quick, almost brutal thrust, feeling the loving elastic ring of muscle give way until the soft, spongy passage accepted it up to the first knuckle.
He fucked in and out of her pussy as she rolled her head in pleasure. As his hotly pulsating cock moved mercilessly in and out of her cuntal walls, he could feel the bulge of his own finger on his cock, his finger in her rectal passage massaging his cock in her cuntal passage. It added another tremendous surge of eroticism to his already-inflamed passion.
He squirmed his finger in harder and heard her grunt and cough as she thrashed her head on the bed as she was being fucked in both her pussy and her asshole. Then Michael began to rotate his finger, pushing it inward at the same time, burying it to his palm deep in the warm recesses of he asshole, and she moaned incessantly beneath his young strong body. She was completely freaked jut-she couldn't believe that a fourteen-year-old virgin was doing all those wonderful things to her! Michael couldn't control his need any longer. His loins ached with built-up pressure. He had to cum! With insane fury he jackhammered his throbbing cock into the delicious depths of her creamy cunt, driving for his release. "I'm gonna cum in you, Laura, I'm gonna cum your pussy," he said. He pulled his finger from her asshole and then replaced it with two fingers, almost without thinking, without planning, and thrust them into her tight orifice with brutal force.
She writhed beneath him, lifting her legs to allow the attack, helping him. He worked the two fingers around, inside the warm, dark, forbidden depths of her asshole, again feeling his own cock as it pistoned back and forth, in and out of her, through the thin separation of membranes.
They kissed. She sucked frantically at his tongue buried deep in her mouth, her hips screwing her rectum back down on his fingers, and yet at the same time she raised her legs even higher to receive his plundering cock. Laura moaned to herself in agonized ecstasy, The thought of what was happening-being fucked by this young boy who really seemed to know what he was doing was too much for her-drove her nearly insane with excitement. She was impaled on Michael's fat hard cock from one side, and she was being violated by his long young fingers from the other. She had never felt such wild rapture, and she began moaning and heaving in complete uninhibited abandon under the double ravishment of her loins. She was a wild animal now and Michael was ready to tame her.
He could feel the inner muscles of her burning cunt clasping at his blood-engorged prick. He couldn't stand it any longer. He increased his speed and the depth of his thrust, grinding up and down with unbelievable passionate fury, her beautiful tapering thighs jerking wide and upwards, indicating to him that she was nearing an orgasm-the first that she would have all night. His pistoned her cunt fast and furious, pounding his long cock to the hilt into her with every punishing thrust, fucking now with all the young virgin strength of his back legs.
He pulled his fingers out of her ass with a fast move, and then, holding his breath because he wasn't sure he could do it, he pressed his hands behind her knees, lifting them, shoving them back, up, and then down, until her head was framed between them. Her crotch was open wide before his thrusting member as he pistoned himself against her.
"Oh, Michael, that's it! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Her face contorted and she screeched with sensual pleasure and passion, her features twisted in agony, her mouth open wide.
Michael grunted like an animal, deep in his throat, in his effort to drive his prick up into the tender, coral flesh of her beautiful steaming cunt.
"Oh, God, I'm cuming! I'M CUMING!" She thrashed her head back and forth on the bed and her hair spilled around her, tangling together under her sweating back. Her entire body jerked spasmodically as the hot juices poured down the walls of her pussy and slid around the length of Michael's fat virgin cock.
"I feel it! I feel it!" Michael said, still pumping his cock in the new-hot wetness of her gaping cunt, Finally, he slammed into her and froze, not making a sound. Laura spread her arms and took hold of the sides of the mattress as she suddenly felt a hot burning sensation all down the length of the interior of her pussy. Michael's cum spilled out of his fat cock in one enormous jet-like a hose that couldn't be shut off-and the white liquid filled his beautiful counselor and slid out of her pussy, dribbling down his balls, to the bed underneath.
With one final convulsion, she allowed her legs to fall limp and widely splayed to either side of him, while her heart pounded in her breast as she gasped for breath.
Michael, with tears in his eyes, proud and happy and feeling like a man for the first time in his life, pushed even harder into her, feeling the clasping walls of her pussy sucking the cum from the slit in his cockhead. Finally, it was finished and he let his hard young body fall to hers, and they rolled to their sides as they relaxed.
"How was it?" he asked in a soft tone.
"Hell," she said, "I think I was the virgin that time!"
They both laughed. Then, a moment later, he sat up and said, "I should be getting back. The guys will wonder what happened to me."
"You're not going anywhere," she said, pulling him back down to her. "You're gonna sleep with me and go back just before the trumpet is sounded. That way we'll be happy and we'll keep every one of them in Cabin 4 up all night long, wondering what the hell happened to you!"
At five-thirty in the morning, Michael walked into Cabin 4. He acted very nonchalant and pulled off his pants and jumped into his bunk and pulled the covers up to his chin.
"What the fuck?" Tim said, his mouth open.
"I don't believe it!" Randy said.
"Believe it," Bobby said, " 'cause it's for real!"
Chuck looked up and smiled. "Lucky!" he said.
"Go to sleep, guys," Michael said. "It'll be time to get up before you know it!"
CHAPTER SIX
The next few weeks went well-many nights were spent in Laura's cabin, with one or two or sometimes three of the boys at once. She didn't care how many, just so they were young and they had hot hard dicks that needed servicing.
Laura would make it a point to sit near the pool when she had free time, so she could watch the boys swimming, so she could drool over their cocks in their tight little trunks. She would see a boy swimming and then when he got out of the water, his cock and balls looked small, shrunken. But after ten minutes in the hot sun, his cock would be full again and she would have to restrain herself from reaching out and pulling his trunks off and slamming her head down on the hot little thing. A hot little boy's cock. That's all she wanted out of life.
She had auditions for the play, which she decided should be a variety show instead of a play, instead of a drama, and that some of the boys should write and add to it themselves. She met a few boys that she hadn't known before, and after auditions she sat by the pool trying to decide whom to cast. It was then that the hunky body of a beautiful boy that she hadn't remembered seeing before caught her eye. He danced onto the diving board, dressed only in yellow tight almost-see-through trunks. When he hit the water she told herself that she would have to find out who he was. He looked a little older than most of the boys.
When he surfaced and climbed out of the pool she noticed that his cock was just as big as it had been when he jumped in. She could see it clearly, the outline of it, the heavily ridged head, the swollen big balls. He stood there dripping and she looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi, Miss Brevitz," he said.
"You know me?"
"Everyone knows you, ma'am," he said with a sly smile that she thought was overtly sexual. He wiped his head and then dropped his towel to his side. She was thinking that he probably liked showing off his big dick to her and all the smaller boys.
"What's your name?" she asked. "Steve."
"Hi, Steve," she said, smiling.
"I heard you're directing the play this year."
She nodded. "But I didn't see you there!"
"Me, no, I had my fill of that last year. I'll help build the sets, though, but I won't get on a stage again. My pants ripped during the first act and ... well, it was terrible."
It was wonderful, she thought to herself. She wished his trunks would suddenly rip open. "I'll take you up on that." She took a breath and then said, "On building the sets, not ripping your pants." She hoped she had made herself perfectly clear. And judging from the look in his eyes, he got what she meant.
"This is my last summer. I'm sixteen," he said.
"What a nice age," she said softly, putting her fingers into her mouth, sensuously.
"See ya around," he said, running away, across the road, through the grass to the commissary. She heard him yell, "Hey, Sachi, you got some ice cream for me?"
A few minutes later Jack Stevens came up to her. "Well, look at this gorgeous sight in the sunshine. How were the auditions."
"Very good," she said, looking up at him.
"Great. Listen, on Thursday I'm taking all the guys out on a hike up the mountain. Miss Lardner is going, and all the counselors, except Edith Beales. Would you like to come?"
"No, Jack, thanks. I need a day of rest and I'd love to be alone for a change!"
"Boys getting you down?"
"No, I'm just feeling tired, that's all." She hadn't been getting much sleep.
"You know," he said, holding her hand, "you really should go out with me one of these nights. We could have dinner in my cottage, maybe go to the drive-in movie down the road? It isn't good that a beautiful woman like you should be cooped up in that cabin all alone every night."
"I keep busy," she said with a grin.
"Doing what?"
"Reading."
On Thursday, Laura was lying out in the sun by the pool. She was happy that the boys were away for a day. She could relax by herself and take things easy. She spread herself out in a lounge chair, unfastening the top of her bikini, eager to get a good tan.
A moment later a hand lifted the top of he bikini from her body, exposing her breasts. She sat up, startled, and looked up into familiar eyes.
"Hi, Miss Brevitz," Steve said.
"Steve!"
You're wondering why I'm not with the others. I played sick. So I could fuck you in peace." He was standing in his swimming trunks, and she could plainly see the outline of his fat cock.
"Steve, give me my top back! The cook is here and Mrs. Beales, and ..."
"FUCK Mrs. Beales. That big dike is drinking in her cabin. And Sachi just headed for town in the pick-up truck. We're alone."
"Steve, I really don't think ..."
He stopped her with a kiss as he fell to his knees next to her. He pressed his young lips against her mouth and massaged her breasts till her nipples became hard buds, spearing out against his hands. Then grasping the elastic band of her bikini panties, he drew them down over her hips, down her legs, and with a flick of a hand, tossed them aside.
"No, Steve," she moaned, still worried that someone would see them out there by the pool in the center of the camp. He moved his fingers down over her pussy mound and beneath as she brought her legs up, to her asshole.
"Like that, teach? Huh?" he whispered in her ear as she frantically searched for his swimming trunks, eager to get her hand on his cock. She finally got her arm over the side of the lounge as he kissed her nipples and pulled his trunks down over his ass and stuck her fingers between the cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you," he moaned as he felt her hand caressing his hot asshole.
At the same moment he pressed a finger directly against the opening of her bottom. She wanted it up there, and she lifted her legs higher, hoping that he would fingerfuck her hard.
Steve pushed up with his finger. He felt the hard muscles of her asshole clinging together, trying to keep him out. But he fought, pressing, moving gently. Finally they parted just enough so he could slip the tip of his finger up her. The hard muscles closed around it and she cried out in a sharp little shout of pain. "All the way?" he gasped. "Want it in all the way?"
"Yes, Stevie, fuck my asshole," she whispered, holding her legs, anticipating the sensation.
"Feel this?" Steve asked and then wiggled his finger around.
"GOD!" Laura cried out. She could feel it all right, through her entire body. She pushed down in the chair, trying to force her ass down on his long finger, but he countered in time, moving his hand down on the webbed lounge.
"Please, Steve," she pleaded, wanting all of it up there, all of his young long finger.
"Say you'll let me fuck you in the cunt all I want," he teased.
"I'll let you, I'll let you fuck me in the cunt all you want!"
"No matter how much it hurts," he added, again wriggling his finger.
"No matter how much it hurts!" Laura repeated, feeling the juices rippling between the open pussy lips.
Steve bit her shoulder slightly and moved his finger up her ass to the first knuckle. "You gonna let me fuck you in the ass with my cock, sometime?"
Laura's eyes opened wide. At first she looked astonished, but then she smiled and the fascination was apparent. "Yes, Steve, yes!"
"Say you'll let my fat cock fuck you in the ass!"
"I'll let your fat cock fuck me in the ass," she said, almost desperately.
"Will you suck my asshole and fingerfuck me up there, too?" Steve asked, knowing he had her trained now, knowing that she would do anything that he asked.
"Yes!" Laura cried out.
"Yes, what?" Steve asked, wriggling his finger again.
"Yes, I'll suck your asshole'! I'll kiss it and lick it and make love to it," Laura gasped. "But, please, put your finger all the way up my ass! Please!"
"Will you fingerfuck me, my ass?" Steve asked.
"Yes!" Laura shouted.
"Yes!" Steve yelled and shoved his finger all the way up her asshole in one fast stroke. Laura jumped as he jabbed and then she pushed her ass as far down as it would go, ramming herself down on his hard, pointing finger.
"Oh, it feels so good," she moaned, letting her body sink back in the chair. She dropped her legs and brought her hands down to her pussy and rubbed there, softly and gently as his wrist pressed between her legs.
"Man, you've got a hot asshole!" he said as she tugged on his swimming trunks, dying to see his cock in the sunlight. She pulled hard and finally got them down under his balls. His big dick flopped out over the arm of the lounge chair. Laura looked at it with hungry eyes. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and on a sixteen-year-old boy it defied the imagination. It had to be eight inches long and fatter than any she had ever seen or touched. She couldn't even wrap her hand around it.
He worked his finger in her asshole a few times more as she grabbed his cock and held it in her fingers, moving over the head, the hard shaft, the huge hairy balls below. He was the hairiest sixteen-year-old that she had ever seen, also.
Suddenly, he pulled his finger from her ass and stood up. She looked at him, his body gleaming in the fresh late-morning sunlight, his cock jutting out from his lean young body like a telephone pole. "Come with me," he said, holding out his hand to her.
She took it and stood up. "I want to show you something." And with that he started to run across the dirt road, through the grass, to the commissary! She just followed, running naked behind him.
Suddenly, Steve stopped and turned to her and whispered, "Shhhh, don't make a sound!" "What?" Laura whispered, suddenly frightened. "Edith is in there." "Mrs. Beales?"
Steve nodded. They crouched, naked in the sun, under one of the windows next to the door. "What's she doing?" Laura whispered. "Making herself a sandwich."
"To go with her Scotch."
"Yeah, the old bitch." Laura looked at Steve kneeling next to her, his cock hanging half-soft between his tanned hard legs. "Let's go get our clothes."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laura had just finished showering when there was a knock on the door of her cabin. She wrapped a towel around her and said, "Come in."
Jack Stevens entered and immediately said, "Oh, Laura, I'm sorry. I'll come back in a few minutes."
"Nonsense," she said, knowing that he would love to be teased by her beautiful body, since he was so hot for her. She dropped the towel to the floor, with her back to him, letting him get a good shot of her naked ass, and then stepped into her robe and finally turned to him. "There, that didn't shock you now, did it?"
"No," he said, his face red. He couldn't believe that he had just seen her bare ass! God, he had been lusting over her all year, especially this summer, and he wanted her so bad, but he knew that she wasn't loose, and he figured that she was probably still a virgin, and very religious on top of all of it. Damn!
"What's up?" she asked, brushing her long hair.
"Nothing much. How did the play rehearsal go?"
"Fine, just fine. The show's going to be fun!" she said, brushing her long beautiful hair.
"The parents are going to love it, as usual," he remarked, not able to take his eyes off her beautiful face. "Laura, I was wondering if you cared to go into the village tonight and see a movie or have dinner?" He wanted a date with her badly, just so he could get her away from the camp, so he could have her all alone in the front seat of his car. Then he would make his move. "Oh, I promised Sachi that I'd have dinner in the commissary with everyone else tonight. He's making a special meal for Tim's birthday." "Tim who?"
"Cabin Four," she said, and he remembered. Sachi has baked a gigantic cake for him, too," she added.
Fucking birthdays. "All right, maybe another night," Jack said, and left her cabin.
The birthday party was a success, and Tim was surprised. Laura sat with Mrs. Beales and chatted with her, but all the time her eyes were on Steve, remembering what they had done that morning. She couldn't wait till the lights were turned out.
But a few minutes after she had returned to her cabin after the party, she had a surprise. There was a knock at the door and she said, "Jack?" thinking it was Jack Stevens asking for another date.
"Steve," the young voice said.
Steve! She ran and opened the door and looked out into the early-evening darkness. "Steve, what are you doing here?"
"Barry and I thought we'd come over first and make sure you know the way to the cabin," he said with a grin.
Laura looked down at Barry's bright blue eyes. He was in the play, in a bit part, so she knew him a little better than she knew most of the boys. He and Steve were the only sixteen-year-olds in the camp. "Come in," she said.
Steve and Barry entered her cabin as she pulled the drapes closed. They were only wearing jeans, no shirts and no shoes. She could tell immediately that they weren't wearing any underwear. "You two have a devilish look in your eyes!" she said.
"We didn't want to wait for the others. We figured maybe you could get warmed up for them with us," Steve said, unzipping his pants.
"Steve, stop that!" Laura giggled.
"Yeah, Steve told me about this morning when we were all gone, and since then I've been going fucking nuts!" Barry said, his cock was hard down his leg and he rubbed it.
"You two are terrible!" Laura said in mock admonishment. Then she opened her blouse and exposed her ripe breasts. "And so am I!" .she added.
In a second, with his tongue practically hanging out, Barry pulled his pants off and stood in front of her, bare assed. Then Laura and Steve did the same, dropping their clothes to the floor, standing naked.
Laura held her breath. In front of her were two hunky sixteen-year-old boys with big hard red cocks ready to do whatever she wanted. "You've got a nice cock," Laura said softly to Barry.
"How about me?" Steve asked.
"You already know what I think of yours!" she said with a smile. Then she moved closer to Barry-a new cock, a new experience-and looked at his dick closely. It was unlike Steve's. It was a bit smaller and not quite as thick. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his hard cock in her finger tips and held it up and out from his body. Immediately, it grew to its full length, and she held it just an inch from her lips.
"Oh, man, I don't believe it," Barry moaned, looking down at the beautiful woman staring at his cock-the same woman who had, hours earlier, been directing him in a musical number in the bandstand!
Steve pulled on his big cock as he watched Laura playing with his pal's dick. He saw her take the end of Barry's cock in her mouth, sucking on it with all her might, mashing her head to his groin, fingering his balls and asshole through his legs. Steve, suddenly, felt a surge of jealousy.
"Hey, let's save that for later, you won't want to cum yet!" Steve said to Barry.
"The hell I don't!" She's fantastic!" Barry was in heaven. He had never had a girl sucking on his cock, sucking so eagerly as if her life depended on tasting his cum.
"Take a little of mine," Steve said, standing next to Barry, moving his big fat cockhead into place next to her mouth.
"Hey, I've got an idea," suggested Barry. "Why don't we jack off and cum in her mouth?"
"That's a good idea," agreed Steve. "Now, Laura, we're gonna beat off and cum together and you'd better not spill a drop!"
Laura looked up with fire in her eyes, staring at the two huge cockheads above her face. She watched as the hands began moving along their shafts, pulling forward and back as the two hunky boys jacked themselves off over her face.
"Laura, play with our nuts, feel our balls," Barry said, and she obeyed gladly. She rubbed their swollen nuts with her hands, hardly able to wait for the flood that was going to come from them.
Their cockheads seemed to swell at the same time. "Tell me when," Steve said to Barry.
Their breathing grew faster and faster as Laura pulled on their balls, milking them, teasing them. "Please, please," she moaned, looking up at the two massive prickheads pounding against each other. She wanted the tips to open and their cum to mix together and fall down into her eager mouth.
"I'm almost there," Barry moaned, beating his hand back and forth so fast that Laura couldn't even see the stalk of his cock shaft. It was a blur of motion.
"I'm ready, kid, I'm ready," Steve gasped, his body quivering in anticipation of his load.
"Cum, guys, cum! Pour your young hot cum in my mouth!" Laura opened her mouth wide and watched for the load.
"Oh, Christ, baby," Steve gasped, "this is it!"
"GOD DAMN!" Barry shouted, stopping his hand on the shaft of his heated dick, watching the tip of his cock opening with an explosion of white liquid.
"Quick," Steve said in a whisper of breathless excitement, "hold your cock against mine so all the cum will fall down into her mouth," and he held his huge cockhead against the tip of Barry's shooting organ.
The deluge came! Both tips opened at the same time and gush after gush of hot creamy cum shot from them, right into Laura's gurgling throat, coating her lips and tongue and teeth. It seemed as if it would never stop happening-she choked and swallowed eight or nine times as the river poured down into her mouth.
Finally she pulled their cocks to her lips and took both of them in her mouth, both of the heads, sucking them clean, sucking them dry as they moaned and panted and leaned their heads against each other's shoulders.
"Told you she was something else," Steve said as she sucked on their softening dicks.
"You weren't kidding!" Barry gasped.
Finally, they pulled out and she sat there with cum dribbling down her chin. "You two had better get back to your cabin. It's only ten minutes till lights out."
"Yeah, we're going, we're going," Barry said, slipping his pants on. He was wild with sensual delight-he looked forward to what was going to happen in the cabin, with seven young cocks all for her! She would have a ball!
They left without a sound, knowing that they would see her soon. She turned and started to get into her slacks and blouse. As she brushed her hair, a knock was heard at her door. I'm popular tonight, she thought. "Come in."
Mrs. Beales entered the room. "Was that Steve I and Barry I just saw leave here?" Laura turned with a very guilty expression on her face. She couldn't help it. "Well, yes, it was."
"Oh," Mrs. Beales said, with a hint of 'I wonder what you were doing with them!' Laura decided that she had better put the old bag's mind at ease. "We were discussing some changes in the play."
"I didn't realize Stephen was in it."
Laura smiled. Old hag thinks of everything. "He's not, but Barry is. Steve is going to help build the sets."
"Oh."
There was a long pause as Mrs. Beales just stood there in the doorway. "Well, was that what you came over here for?" Laura asked.
"Oh, no, I was wondering if you cared for a game of scrabble. Or cards of some sort. I don't feel very tired this evening."
I should play scrabble with this old lush when I've got so many virgin cocks all standing up in their bunks just waiting for me to sink my mouth on them? "No, I'm really quite tired. I'm going to bed now," she lied.
"But you look as though you're going out," Mrs. Beales said.
"Edith, I haven't begun to get undressed yet!" Laura snapped.
That seemed to satisfy her. "Well, goodnight then," she said and left the cabin.
"Christ!" Laura said as she pulled the brush through her hair for the last time. Her pussy was burning through her pants just thinking about the young boys. In a few minutes she heard the counselors shouting, "LIGHT OUT!" and she knew that she could begin her trip to the other side of the camp in about ten minutes. She sat on her bed and waited, dreaming about Steve and his cock and what they had done by the pool that morning, and then of Michael, the little boy she was in love with, the little boy with the fat cock who fucked better than most men. Oh, she wished Michael lived in Centerville!
Finally, it was time. She turned out her lights and waited a moment, just in case Mrs. Beales was still awake and watching Laura's cabin. Then she slipped out of the front door and walked quickly past Mrs. Beales' silent cabin and disappeared into the darkness leading to the boys' cabins.
A second later, Mrs. Beales appeared on the front step of her cabin, looking into the darkness where Laura had just disappeared. Then, with a huff of righteousness, she started to follow her.
Laura put her hand firmly on the latch of the cabin where the boys were and opened the door. There wasn't a sound. She closed the door and Steve lit a candle. Sitting on one of the bunks, all dressed only in their undershorts, were the five young boys she had been dreaming about. All sitting there hot as ever, anxious and eager for her now-famous lips.
Steve and Barry sat on another bunk.
"Okay, boys, we don't have all night," Laura said, opening her blouse to show them her tits. She finally pulled off the blouse and knelt on the floor in front of the bunk. They all reached down and started to play with them. "Don't be frightened, they won't bite! Go ahead, feel my tits!" she said, and all the hands started kneading and pulling, feeling her nipples and the softness of the globes. She saw their cocks rising in their shorts.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz," little Eric moaned, and she reached out and pulled his shorts down far enough so she could see the tip of his small cock. She rubbed it with her fingers and then smashed her head down into his crotch as he fell back on the bed. All the other boys gasped and watched with wild eyes as she sucked on Eric's little hard cock. In a moment he was moaning and moving around on the bed as she pulled his shorts off his body and rubbing her hands over his fat little balls. Then, with a squeal, he ejaculated, but there was very little cum, just a spurt of sweet cream. He was only thirteen, and Laura thought maybe it was his very first climax ever! That thrilled her.
She got up and knelt in the center of the room and all the boys sat around on different bunks, wondering who would be next. "Everyone take off their shorts," she said, and they all stripped and she looked at their hot hungry cocks. She saw Steve's big meat, and Barry's fat dong, and then Paul's prick, long and slender, hard as could be. And Kip's and Gerry's, looking very much alike with a thatch of young pubic hair at the base of their dicks but no hair on their balls. And Larry's cock, a big one for a fifteen-year-old, just like Michael's, just as beautiful and just as hot. "Larry, come here," she whispered.
Larry stood in front of her and offered his cock in his hand. She looked at it and dragged her fingers over the tip and then took it in her mouth as he moaned and closed his eyes. She took his big hungry hot cock down her throat and tickled his pubic hair with her tongue. She fondled his young hard balls and started sucking him, giving him a good blow job, wanting to taste his young mushy gift.
As she sucked Larry, Steve was working on her pants, opening them, sliding them down over her ass. He wanted to fuck her while she was eating his cabin mates. He wanted to slide it into her from behind and let the others watch and see what a man he was, let them watch and see him fuck the hell out of the beautiful young woman.
Larry groaned and said, "I'm gonna cum hard, I'm gonna cum hard," almost as if warning her, but she wanted his cream in her belly and she pulled his cockhead into her throat and sucked for all she was worth. Larry let out a long sigh and pumped jerk after jerk of hot young cum into her throat. She took it all, sucking it all down, till he fell away from her, exhausted, looking like he had just had the thrill of his life.
"Gerry," she said, but Steve stopped her for a second.
"Let me take off your slacks," he said, and she sat down on the floor for a moment so he could pull them from her body. They all stared at her big black pussy, gaping at her cunt for the first time, and wondered what Steve was going to do to her.
"Go ahead, you just suck Gerry all you want," Steve said, and Laura got back to her knees and took Gerry's cock in her hands and looked up at him.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz," he sighed as she pulled his young hard dick into her mouth and started working it with both her hands and her lips, masturbating him in her mouth, sucking and jerking him at the same time. He was getting more excited by the minute and she knew he was nearly ready to cum.
But at the same moment she was distracted by the feel of something hot and hard pressing against her asshole. Steve was kneeling there, naked, between her legs, and he was going to fuck her, dog-style, so she thought. But just as he was moving his cockhead to the lips of her upturned pussy, Barry moved over to him and said, "Fuck her in the ass."
Barry got a jar of Vaseline as the others watched, playing with themselves in the candlelight. Then, just as Steve pressed a gob of Vaseline against Laura's asshole, Gerry came into her mouth and she moaned and sucked hard, taking all of his young hot love juice down her throat. He pulled out and Kip got into place in front of her.
"Come here, Paul. You, too, together," she said, and Paul stood up and joined Kip. Both cocks stood out, their heads touching together, and she fitted her mouth over them both, knowing that she needed something to muffle her cries as the cock would enter her asshole. She had put a vibrator up there, and her fingers, too, but she had never had a cock up there! She wanted it badly, but she knew it was going to hurt!
"Hold on, baby," Steve said, kneeling there with his cock all greased and ready. He aimed it directly at the tight opening of her asshole and pushed forward, hard, fast.
"OH, GOD! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed aloud, the two cocks slipping out her mouth as tears filled her eyes. She felt as if she had been suddenly split open from behind as Steve's big cock rested inside her virgin asshole. Virgin cocks in her mouth and another cock up her virgin asshole It was too much.
"STEVE, EASY, PLEASE!" she moaned, and at that moment Larry thought he heard something outside, some noise. He quickly looked out the drapes but he couldn't see anyone or anything. He figured he had been hearing things, he was so excited.
In a moment Laura was trying to relax her ass and trying to breathe normally as she held and licked the two young cocks in front of her face.
Steve didn't move his dick in her ass till she had quieted down, and then he pushed it into her slowly, easily, fucking her carefully as all the others watched in absolute wonder. Gerry was so excited that he came all over his stomach as he sat on his bunk watching the big cock sliding in and out of her beautiful white asshole. Paul and Kip pumped their cocks into her mouth together, and she sucked them well, taking each one down into her throat as the other pulled back, alternating like that as she felt the strange painful and yet wonderful sensations in her asshole as Steve was violating it.
"I'm fucking your asshole, baby," he said strongly, and Barry knelt by, playing with his cock, feeling Laura's hanging breasts with his hand, just as little Eric was doing on the other side of her. "Someone feel my pussy, feel my hot pussy," she begged, pulling her head off the cocks for a moment. Gerry got off the bed and reached down between Steve's balls dragging over his arm as he slammed his cock in and out of her hurting asshole, The room was filled with sex now, wild sex, everybody touching and playing and cuming.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I'm gonna cum in your mouth," Paul said, and so she dropped Kip's prick for a moment and concentrated her lush lips on Paul's throbbing cock. "I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" he squealed and then pumped her mouth full of cum, but she didn't swallow it. She kept it in her cheeks till she put her head down over Kip's long cock again and then he felt Paul's hot creamy jism surrounding his dick and he pumped his hard dick in and out of her as the jism ran down her chin.
"I'm fucking you," Steve said, as he pumped his cock wildly in her churning asshole, slapping his balls up against her cunt with each wild thrust of his body.
"I'm fucking you, too," Kip moaned as he rammed his cock into her face with passion.
Barry played with her tits and his own cock, and then yelled, "CHRIST!" and shot off all over her back, pressing the head of his fat dick to her creamy skin and letting all of his jism run down over her smooth torso. Eric put his hand in the white liquid and rubbed it all over her back and asscheeks, while Steve wildly banged his cock in her bottom.
"I'm gonna cum in your asshole, I'm gonna fucking cum in your asshole!" Steve shouted, grinding his hands into her buttocks with each thrust.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Miss Brevitz," Kip said, pounding his long cock in and out of her lips. He squealed and then let his cum float out of the head of his cock as she grabbed his young balls and pulled on them with her fingertips. She drank his cum down into her belly, tasting the sweetness with lust-filled thoughts, crazed now, a slave to their passions.
"Me, again," Larry said, sticking his hard cock to her eager lips, begging her to suck his cock once more. She took it in her lips and glanced around-all she could see were cocks, young hard cocks, everywhere! "OH, BABY!" Steve shouted, and plowed his enormous dick into her asshole for the last time.
"OHHHHH!" she moaned against Larry's hard wet dick as she felt the sensation of her asshole filling with his creamy cum.
"I'M CUMING IN YOUR ASSHOLE, MISS BREVITZ! I'M CUMING IN YOUR HOT ASSHOLE, LAURA!" Steve screamed.
"SUCK ME!" Larry yelled aloud.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" little Eric cried out in passion.
Suddenly, another voice filled the room. A familiar one, but one they weren't expecting. "LAURA!" the shocked voice of Jack Stevens cried out in total shock and disgust.
Steve pumped her ass full of cum just as he realized that the lights were blazing now and people were moving inside the door. Barry tried to cover his cock. Larry froze with his cock in Laura's mouth. Eric ran to his bunk and jumped under the covers. Gerry had tears in his eyes and tried to cover his hard cock. But the touch of his hand on it made him cum, and he spilled his second load of jism against his hand as Mrs. Beales and Mr. Stevens and a few of the other counselors stood watching with their mouths open.
Finally, Laura lifted her head from Kip's cum-drenched cockhead and turned to meet Jack Stevens' eyes. She froze there, on all fours, as Steve pulled his big hard dick out of her asshole.
What could she say?
CHAPTER EIGHT
It didn't take Laura long to figure out, in those terrible hours alone in her cabin after she had run through the group of counselors and boys-she noticed Bobby and Randy and Michael in the crowd-to bolt herself in her cottage, to lock herself away from the terrible outside world-that it had been Mrs. Beales who had followed her and seen what was going on in that eventful cabin. And Mrs. Beales, prim old lush that she was, ran to Jack, speaking of unmentionable crimes against nature, and he had come with her, but once she started yelling she woke the entire camp and everyone was finally there, gaping at her, looking at the sick slut on her knees in front of seven under-age naked boys. It didn't make for something to write home to mother about.
She tried to laugh it off, but she knew the effects would be far-reaching. Jack wouldn't have her arrested, she knew that, but she didn't doubt that her teaching career was finished and that she would never be able to show her face near there in public again.
She wasn't ashamed, however. And the thing she regretted the most was the fact that she would no longer be able to see her boys, her special boys. She would miss them.
Jack finally came to her door in the morning to tell her, with a look of disgust she found hard to understand, that she was to pack her bags and get her ass out of there within an hour, before the boys woke up. She was fired immediately.
"What kind of scandal is it going to cause?" she asked.
"I don't know, I just don't know. A thing like this can ruin the camp, can absolutely ruin us!" He paced the room, unable to look her straight in the eye.
"Fuck your camp," she spat.
"Listen you little slut, should I have hired you as our Blow Job in Residence, so you could have seduced every kid who thinks his cock is still for peeing? Is that what you wanted?"
"Sounds nice," she said, almost automatically. She knew that she had been crazy to go out to the cabin like that, but she was not ashamed of her love for young boys and the love and thanks they gave back to her. "Would you rather that they learned about sex with some cheap dirty whore at age eighteen, when they get crabs and the clap as a bonus? Or should they beat off till they're twenty-two?"
He stopped and looked out of the window. "The parents will undoubtedly hear of it, but we'll deny any such occurrence. But I wouldn't suggest you try teaching at Centerville with those kinds of rumors around."
"I wouldn't think of it. I'll be moving away very soon," she said with some sadness. She liked Centerville, she liked the boys there.
"Well, there's nothing more to say, is there?" Jack asked as he started toward the door, still not looking at her. "No."
"You know I'm letting you off easy because I care about you, even if you are sick. You realize that, don't you?"
"Yes, Jack, I realize that," she said softly.
And then he finally turned and looked into her eyes and confronted her. His face was desperate and sad. "Why them? he asked. "Why them and not me?"
She had no answer to that. She merely shrugged, feeling almost as sorry for him as she was feeling for herself.
As she was loading her bags into her car, Michael came up behind her and grabbed her hand. "Get away from here," she said, worried for him, "you're all in enough trouble because of me!"
"Oh, they'll get over it. I just had to say goodbye," he whispered, looking up into her soft eyes. Suddenly, she started to cry, and hugged him to her. "Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry!" she cried.
"Can I come visit you, please?" he asked, pleadingly.
"Yes, darling, anytime." Then she bent and kissed him and rubbed her hand over his hard crotch and then said, "Now go back to bed and jerk off thinking about me!" She slapped him on his ass as he ran away to the cabin.
Then she got in the car and left for the final time.
Since some of the mothers, as word of the incident got around, were shocked that their precious darlings would be involved in such goings-on, the "problem" was largely ignored. It was embarrassing to call another mother and ask, "Was your Donny in the cabin when they caught her?" or "Had your boy been one of her regulars?"
So it was hushed over, many parents pretending it to be a figment of the kids' imagination, and Laura Brevitz turned in her resignation at Centerville and found an apartment in Riverside, only sixty miles away. She applied for and got a job teaching in the new term, since her references from Centerville were good and no word of the incident had leaked out of the city itself. She had thought of moving to Johnston City, where Michael lived, but that would have been too risky. Better go to someplace where no one knew her.
But three days after she had moved into her new apartment, just a few days before the first day of school, there was a knock on her door. She opened it.
"Hi, Miss Brevitz!" a familiar face said.
"Michael! How did you get here? How did you find me?" She was completely taken by surprise-and happy at the same time.
"My dad had to come to the city for the day and I told him that I was going to go to the library and then visit a pal I went to camp with. I have to meet him at four o'clock."
"Then we have two hours together," she said as he walked into the room.
He stood there, looking taller and darker than she remembered, facing her, longing to touch her, "You look wonderful," he said.
"So do you!"
Then they ran into each other's arms and kissed passionately. "Oh, Michael, I've thought of that day you fucked me so many times in my dreams. It was so beautiful!"
"Laura, Laura," he moaned. "I can't stand not seeing you! I can't even stand jerking off anymore! Not since I had your mouth and your cunt around my dick!"
They kissed again and then they started pulling at each other's clothes, madly stripping each other so they could feel each other's naked bodies. In a moment they were both naked on the living-room floor. She took his cock into her mouth as he pressed his lips to her pussy, in a sixty-nine position, without a word, with love and lust.
She pulled on his dick, sucking it into her throat, that same wonderful cock that she had remembered so well, the same cock that she had felt and loved and hugged and fucked back at camp. She had thought that she would never see it again ever. But here it was, in her mouth again, his beautiful fat young boy cock fucking her soft mouth.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, sticking his tongue up into her wet twat, sucking her wonderful-tasting cunt juice, feeling her hard clit rubbing up against the tip of his tongue.
They rolled over together, he on top of her, his cock slammed down into her face as she reached up and fondled his big balls above her nose. He stuffed his head down between her open cunt lips, sucking her wildly as he rammed his cock into her ovaled mouth.
There was no stopping them now, no holding back. They were both too hot, too excited seeing each other again, to wait for fucking. They would cum, both of them at the same time, they knew it, sensed it, and Michael just slammed his cock down into her voraciously sucking mouth again and again as he felt her pussy quaking under his lips, knowing that she was going to hit just about the time he did.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, feeling his cock swelling, seeing his balls tightening up. She pressed her fingers up against his hot young asshole and he cringed in pleasure. Then her big finger entered him there and she slid it up his ass as he groaned and dug his tongue deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned as he lapped away at her pussy, biting a little, chewing the clitoris, sliding his tongue up and down inside her. Cum! he begged in his head. Cum into my mouth while I fill your face full of jism!
"Ummmmm," she moaned again, this time knowing he was going to hit. She bucked her hips, thrusting her cunt up into his face, taking his hard fat young cock deeply into her throat and waiting for the first load of cum to fill her man-cum-hungry mouth.
"UMMM!" he moaned as his cock exploded into her.
"AHHHH!" she gasped aloud, opening her mouth around his cock, as her throat suddenly filled with cream, with his sweet, thick, wonderful cream. She sucked it all out of his cock and drank it down into her belly.
And, a moment later, a second later, she hit. Her whole body was racked with spasms as she dug her hands into his ass cheeks above her pulled his cock all the way into the back of her throat. She let her juices flow down the walls of her cuntal passage and rush to his mouth, wetting his lips with her love juice.
They turned on their sides again and sucked each other till their lips could move no more. They pulled apart and lay there for a few minutes, exhausted by their violent delirious fucking session.
"I'm going to miss you this term," Michael finally said.
"But you didn't have me last term!"
"Having you for the summer made me feel as though you've always been my teacher."
She ran her hand down over his head and he came up and lay in her arms. "I'll miss you, too, darling Michael," she purred.
"Can I come and visit?" he asked.
"You bet, as often as you like," she said, overjoyed.
"Well, it won't be often, but I'll try, as much as I can."
She knew that he was sincere, but she also knew that she wouldn't see him much. It wasn't easy for a fifteen-year-old boy to go off to another city, to someone he had to keep secret. But she didn't dwell on it, or she would be depressed. She just held him there, pressing his body to hers, on the floor, in the sunlight.
"And you'll be back soon?" she asked as he was leaving.
"I'll write to you tomorrow and tell you how I jacked off thinking about you!"
"Bye, baby," she whispered, kissing him on his cheek.
"Bye." He left.
She closed the door and sat down. She should have felt happy, but instead she felt sad. Even he would be back to visit, she wondered what school would be like? What would her boys be like? How could she exist without having a young cock in her mouth all the time? She was scared and frightened. She wondered what the future held for her. Three weeks later, Tommy had been puzzled and had been a little apprehensive when his new teacher, Miss Brevitz, had caught him playing with himself in the corner of the school library. She was authority and he had to obey, and when she ordered him to come home with her, he obeyed. Better than being sent to the principal.
But when she asked him to take off his clothes and let her inspect his cock and balls, that seemed really kind of weird. He obeyed, not wanting to anger her. He didn't want to be sent to the principal for such an embarrassing charge.
Now he was kind of glad that he had done what she had wanted. He had no idea what kind of "inspection" she was making nor why, but he knew that it felt good, better than he had dreamed possible. As she played with his lengthening young cock, slowly and deliciously working her fingers over the wet, swelling head, circling the sensitive glans, he felt strange new sensations buzzing and rippling through his lower body, mysterious new urges that suddenly made his prick tingle and spring back to pulsating hardness.
He wondered why it was that he felt the urge to move his hips slowly, rhythmically, in time to the sensual stroking of his teacher's finger on the aroused glans of his prick, why her strange play should make his cock shudder and stiffen, and why the little hole on his cockhead should start dribbling its own juices. But he really didn't care, didn't think long about the causes of all these things. All that really mattered was the crazy sensation that he was feeling, wonderful new tingles of pleasure that she was creating in him.
He felt her hot, teasing pumping of his cockshaft, and he sighed and wriggled his hips instinctively in time with her motions. Then he gasped softly and felt an entirely new delight as her gently seeking hands found his young balls and closed deliciously around them.
Laura tenderly squeezed the small virgin bags of flesh, wondering how much young hot cream was stored there, looking at their pinkness, their smoothness. There was the same loose, silky-soft covering, and the same firm and secret inner core that she had touched and fondled long before in her fantasies over the years, ever since she was fucked by her stepfather from behind while watching the fifteen-year-old next door beating off in his backyard.
Oh, how she loved playing with a young boy's balls. She didn't care for the big shaggy dark monsters men carried between their legs, all smelly and hairy. She loved the young balls, the young smell of freshness of the beautiful balls of a young boy. She loved playing with them, bouncing and cupping them, making such obvious pleasure for the little boy who stood sighing before her. She thought of taking those tender pink sacs in her mouth, bathing and cuddling them with her tongue, and just as she started to do so her pussy let go of another flood of hot juices that dripped down her inner thighs.
Swiftly, delicately, she tickled Tommy's little balls all over, making them bounce and sway, and he groaned and nearly lost his balance.
"Careful, Tommy, careful," Laura purred, looking up at him through glazed eyes. "Do you like what I'm doing?"
"Yes, very much, Miss Brevitz," he whispered, spreading his legs a little. He watched as her lips fitted over his balls and pulled them down into her mouth, sucking on them, pulling on them, making them wet and warm inside her beautiful soft lips. His hard young cock was standing up against his body.
"Put your hands on my shoulders, Tommy," Laura whispered, pulling her lips from his nuts again. "Lean on me."
He obeyed instantly. "Oh, golly, Miss Brevitz! That felt so fantastic! The way you tickled my balls!"
"I like your balls, Tommy," she giggled, and then snaked a finger along the hard little ridge that separated the two limp sacs, tracing a hot teasing line between his flopping wet balls. Her finger went on, exploring mischievously, to the flat space behind his testicles, massaging and rubbing there, and the boy twitched and groaned and dug his fingers into her shoulders in almost unconscious lust. Then her probing finger worked still further back between his legs and discovered the tiny pucker of his asshole. Laura wasn't sure what led her there, why she knew instinctively that it was the right place to touch him, but she just sensed it. The summer had given her a certain kind of expert experience. She just figured that he would like it as so many of the boys did. It was the forbidden place, the naughty and dirty place. Thus, it could be the most exciting.
She pressed her finger directly at the opening of his asshole and looked up at him.
Tommy flashed a wild look in his eyes as he moaned, "Oh, ohhhh, that's the best feeling yet!"
Then, with the tip of her little finger, she very carefully and slowly worked her way inside, just a little, and began to make steady circular motions against the slick hot flesh of his asshole.
"Miss Brevitz, oh God, Miss Brevitz!" he screamed in delight and fascination, feeling a darting pang of pain as she pressed even harder.
"You just take anything I give, Tommy.
Remember, I can punish you for jerking off in the library," she reminded him sternly as she tried to stick her finger up his ass, wanting to hurt him a little, wanting to let him know that she was still the teacher.
Tommy knew what she was doing-what she was going to do-and he knew that it would hurt but he almost wanted her to hurt him. He would do anything now, anything for her, on her knees there in front of his half-naked body. And he liked the feeling in his asshole-maybe he would even like a finger up there! He only knew how wildly good it felt, how much he wanted her to go on doing it, twisting and nudging and pumping her finger tip around the hard opening to his asshole. His balls tingled and swelled and fell hot. They got harder than ever before, and he felt the urge to pump his hips in time to her strokes. As his nuts filled and stiffened, Tommy felt a new urge in his tightened, throbbing cock-the urge to rub it, the urge to do what he had been doing when she caught him. He wanted to rub it, to play with it, to make it get real hard and hot and then shoot all of its white cream.
He grunted, keeping his eyes shut to dig all that she was doing, the delicious play of her probing finger in the tightness of his ass, and he began to move his hips back and forth, obeying instinct, pushing his stiff cock in front of her face as if offering it to her. He didn't know quite what he wanted, but he felt that this experienced woman could provide it.
Laura kept working her finger in the sweet slickness of his untried asshole, delighting in the silky texture of the inner skin and the way his powerful sphincter muscle rhythmically tightened and relaxed around her teasing finger. She was pleased with her work, with the way she made his little balls tighten up and fill, the way she had aroused him to begin the steady motions of fucking with his hips.
"Good, Tommy," she moaned to the ecstatic kid. "You're all hard now. Oh, your cock is bigger than I thought!" She took it in her hand and stared at the big pink head. "You're quite big for your age." And he was. "You know, you've been good, so I'm going to give you a reward." She pumped her finger vigorously against the puckered hole of his ass, then whispered invitingly, "Would you like that?"
"I'll do whatever you want, Miss Brevitz," he whispered passionately.
"Oh, Tommy," she murmured and then pushed her finger up till it was into his asshole all the way to the knuckle.
"Owwww!" he cried, surprised by the sudden pain.
"Take it all, Tommy, then you'll get your reward," she said with eagerness, wanting to fuck him hard with her finger now. But instead of pushing into him as he feared she would, she pulled her finger out and for a moment he breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, almost without warning, he felt her index finger there. "No, please don't ..."
She cut off his words with a jab of her finger and all at once it spread the hard little muscle of his hairless asshole and pushed up into him.
"Oh, Tommy, Tommy," she whispered as she fucked his young virgin asshole with her finger. She imagined that it felt just like a cock felt in a cunt for the first time, painful and strange and yet somehow irresistible. Finally, after shoving her finger in and out of his ass for some time, she pulled it free and he took a deep breath.
She reminded herself that he was young and that she was the experienced one-she told herself she must take it slow and easy, to initiate him in the proper way. She began to lick his balls as she rubbed her fingers over his asshole, soothing the tired hurting place.
Tommy groaned aloud. When she first bent down to him, her hair tickled his belly, and he wanted to giggle. But before he could even think about it, he had felt her tongue wash his burning virgin balls, making him nearly pass out with wild new pleasure. Her big, dripping tongue took its time, licking and moistening every part of his exposed testicles, like a mother cat washing her kitten, and with every stroke Tommy felt his balls tingle with sensation. Somehow, though, it didn't seem possible that they were getting bigger, fatter, tighter, and more swollen with his fluid. He felt almost ready to burst with their delicious tightness as Miss Brevitz continued to lick them.
Then, suddenly, he felt her hot breath panting on his left nut, the abrupt soft grip of her warm lips, and she was sucking it into her mouth! He groaned excitedly, gripping her shoulders with all the power in his young hard body, and gave himself up to the mind-blasting joy of having his balls sucked for the first time in his life. She worked dizzyingly, swiftly sucking on first his left nut, then his right, then pulling both his balls in her mouth at the same time. He thought that he would die with absolute pleasure!
Laura found it very hard to hold herself back now. His fat little balls tasted so good to her, and she loved their throbbing plumpness in her eager mouth. But there was something else that she wanted even more, something else that she wanted passionately, something that she couldn't wait for any longer. Tommy was hers now and he would let her do anything without protest, so why should she wait? Why should she not have her reward, too? Panting, she dropped his bloated testicles from her lips, then gripped his smooth, hard little asscheeks in her warm hands.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Tommy," she said softly, looking at his young hard dick in front of her, "and that will be the reward, the very best thing of all. I want you to let yourself go, completely. Don't think about anything, just let your feelings take over. I want you to cum in my mouth."
"What?" Tommy asked. He had never heard it called that. Cum-was that what you called the white stuff? He didn't understand.
"You just do what I say," Laura moaned, and looked up to see him nod eagerly. Then he shut his eyes, anxious to see how it would feel to have his cock sucked. He was terribly excited. No one had ever done that to him, and he had only thought about it now and then. He was really going to let her put her mouth on his cock! He couldn't believe it!
"Just relax and enjoy it," she purred as she stroked his long dick with her hand.
Tommy held his breath as he felt her hot, eager breath tickling the highly sensitive skin of his cockhead, and he sensed that she was pausing a moment to gaze hungrily, greedily at his prick, to smell its peculiarly boyish scent. Then he gasped and clutched her thin shoulders as she fastened her firm, soft lips around the gleaming red head of his cock and wriggled her pointed tongue into the little slit in the tip, probing and licking and tasting its sweet flavor. Very slowly she began to suck his stiff member into her hot, slick, experienced mouth.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I don't believe it! Oh God, Miss Brevitz, I never knew that it would feel so wonderful!" And he wasn't kidding. Her lips felt glorious around his cockhead, and he marveled as they moved up and down the shaft of his cock, just as his hand had been doing in the library.
Laura wasn't listening. She was hungry and busy down between his legs. She sucked on his young magnificent cock, sucked on it as if it were the first and last. She seized it possessively between her thirsting lips and had her first taste of his cum-a big drop squeezed its way out of the tip of his dick. She sighed ecstatically and closed her eyes in happy concentration as she moved the tip of her tongue up and down the little hole in the tip, taking her time, getting all of his delicious juice, reaming the little hole dry and empty. Then, with a groan, she took the full length of his cock into her mouth, scraping against the roof until it rested in her throat. She felt the tip rest there, pressing against her tonsils. That's where she wanted him to cum, right in the back of her throat so his cum would slide down into her belly without even having to swallow. She fingered his balls and twisted her head slightly, back and forth, causing her throat to twist on the tip of his dick.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, Miss Brevitz," Tommy moaned again and again, digging his fingers into her shoulders, feeling as if he were about to pass out! He had never felt anything so wildly exciting. His head pounded and his whole body was filled with wonderful pleasure as the teacher bobbed her head on his hard swollen cock.
"Tommy, are you liking it?" Laura asked, pulling her head off his dick for a moment.
"Oh, I love it! I love it! Please don't stop He pushed her head back down on his wet, dripping cock. He wanted her to keep her mouth there forever.
Laura curled her tongue around the tip of Tommy's young beautiful prick and then let it slide slowly again over the roof of her mouth, till it was lodged in her throat. She pressed her nose up against his tightly curled pubic hair, feeling his - balls against her lower lip and chin and she wished that she could open her mouth wide enough to take them also, his cock and balls in her mouth at the same time! All of his young manhood!
"Don't stop, don't ever stop," Tommy moaned as he rocked his hips back and forth into her face, pressing his balls to her chin, feeling his cock penetrating to the depths of her mouth that he didn't know existed. He figured that the head had to be deep down in her throat, and he wondered why she wasn't gagging! How could a woman take a man's cock in the innermost recesses of her throat and not gag? he asked himself. It was the realization that she wouldn't gag that made him grip her head and press it against his hotly throbbing cock, stuffing her cavernous mouth with the blood-engorged shaft of his huge manhood.
As Laura speeded up her noisy sucking and slurping of Tommy's stiff probing virgin prick, she released her hold on one of his tight little ass-cheeks and wriggled her little finger into his asshole poking it mischievously in and out, matching the rhythm of her vigorous sucking. Tommy trembled, groaned, and began to pump his hips faster and faster. Then she released his other" buttock, fumbled briefly for his fat, tight balls, and began stroking them and tickling them furiously. He began to breath in rapid gasps with her triple pleasuring of his body.
As Laura stepped up her delicious play with his body, first the rough but delightful sucking of his cock, then the teasing, sweet invasion of his asshole, and finally the simultaneous tickling of his sensitive swollen balls, Tommy felt ready to faint with pleasure. He wondered at the furious pumping of his hips, why he felt compelled to do that, and he experienced the overpowering urge to stab and thrust with his virgin cock deep into the hot sponge of her mouth. He had no notion of what was really happening to him, and he didn't care, so long as his teacher continued doing those marvelous things to him. For the first time, he was actually proud of what he had been doing in the corner of the library.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned, jerking his hips faster than ever, working his blind, frantic young cock deeper into her hard-sucking mouth. The lewd tickling of his balls, the naughty probing and circling of her finger in his tight asshole were doing strange things to him, sending long shooting thrills of sensation through his belly, setting up and exquisite rippling in his driving dick. Laura moaned deeply as she felt the warning ripple in his smooth hard cock, remembering now, from her long ago (it seemed already)
summer experience, just what it could mean, how really beautiful it could be.
Soon she would have what she wanted most. Soon she would have the gift that had been given to her all summer long, the gift of a young boy's cum, a young boy's sweet love juice, filling her mouth, her cunt, her asshole to the brim. She was amazed at how utterly "masculine" and grown up a boy seemed when he finally shot his manly load into her lips. She was caught up in wonder, wonder of the male cock and body, of the young male cock and body. And now she was going to taste that wonderful gift again, taste it shooting out of the hard long hot young prick that was stuffed in her mouth. She shivered and moaned.
"Ohhhh," Tommy moaned at the same time, moving his hips with force, quickly, almost silently sliding his cock in and out of her firm lips.
"Mmmmmm," Laura murmured back, to let him know that she was enjoying it. She was going to have a mouthful of his delicious creamy seed. She knew that his throbbing cock was ready to shoot. And what excited her most was the fact that it was his very first time, the very first time that he would shoot into someone's mouth, into someone's body. She would be the first to savor Tommy's virgin semen, she would be the first to know what his load was like, how thick it was, how it tasted. She set to work even faster, applying suction to his frantically wriggling cock, until he was moaning steadily and jabbing his stiff, throbbing tool against the back of her throat.
Tommy felt as if his cock were ready to burst with its swelling contents. His rapidly probing prick kept stabbing her hot throat, sending dizzying buzzes of pleasure through his twitching shaft, into his. throbbing fat balls, to radiate through his loins. Then he suddenly felt the greatest pleasure of all, a sharp stab of joy that started in his pounding cockhead and rippled swiftly throughout his entire body. He felt his cock explode, endlessly, frantically, into Miss Brevitz' lewdly sucking mouth. She was grunting, gurgling, drinking the hot sticky juice that he pumped into her, in greedy ecstasy. He clung to her to keep from falling to the floor.
"AHHHHHH! GOD!" Tommy cried as Laura dug her fingers into his ass, forcing all of his cock down her throat, feeling it shooting its gift into her body, feeling the hot trickle going down into her belly.
"JESUS, GOD!" Tommy shouted again, and then pumped his cock a few more times, feeding his seed into the receptive mouth of his teacher. She held him to her, held him up, and sucked every last sweet drop of his cum until he collapsed over her shoulder and rolled slowly to the floor.
She went with him, turning to keep his hard dick in her mouth, moving so she was kneeling at his side, her face plastered to his crotch, her nose in the little pubic hair, still tasting his bittersweet young fluid in her lips, between her teeth, under her tongue. She never wanted to lift her head from his cock.
And she didn't, at least not until he begged her to free him. His dick was soft and she was still sucking, and he was afraid she wanted him to do it again and he didn't know how to get it hard again that fast.
"You came, darling," she said when she finally dropped his soft cock from her lips.
Tommy sat up. "Yeah, I mean yes."
She giggled and hugged him. "You don't have to speak correctly now. I'm a friend now, not a teacher, Tommy."
"That's not true," Tommy said, looking up at her with a grin. "You just taught me something I never knew, and I'll bet nobody in the world could have taught it better."
Laura smiled. "And there's lots more I'm going to teach you, Tommy. You and a few of the other boys at the school."
"Others?" he asked. He wondered if she planned on catching the others in the library, doing what he had been doing.
"Yes." She thought for a minute, fingering his still-wet cock between his legs. "Tommy?"
"Yes, Miss Brevitz?"
"I want you to invite a few of your friends here next Saturday afternoon. Tell your parents that you're going to a movie or something and that you're going to play baseball." "Well..."
She bent down and kissed his young cock. It started rising again in her hand and he was amazed to see it getting big. "Will you invite your boy friends, maybe four or five of them?"
Tommy took a deep breath as he leaned back on the floor. "Yes, ma'am, I sure will!" he giggled as he felt her lips once again beginning to move down the length of his stiff long dick.
And Laura knew, deep inside her, that it was going to be a good night.
