It might be taking too much upon adult fiction to say that it sets the pace for American candor-but there is no doubt that it has led the way in the discussion of sometimes forbidden and sometimes embarrassing topics. It has made the first amendment work. And it has served in its own way to better society.
The subject of THE HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER has been a perennial one in adult fiction: the drives and motivations that make an adult woman (or man) teacher enter into sexual relations with her young students.
No one has ever denied that this takes place. In fact, there is evidence that sexual contacts between authority figures and youths is common in most American institutions. In college and university systems such affairs are common between individuals with age differentials of thirty or forty years. The students are usually older teenagers.
But in recent years the high school student has been gaining the sophistication formerly associated with colleges and universities. And it is no wonder that the result is increasing sexual incidence between teachers and students.
Another factor is the system of higher education itself. Most teachers are of graduates of liberal arts institutions-schools where morality and behavior are blown hither and yon by the mildest of breezes. Teachers, themselves, quickly lose their early idealism and revert to forms of liberalism that satisfy their own sexual desires.
It is a problem usually not faced by society. The reason it is not confronted is that the very nature of it precludes conversation. Administrations, faculties and even the PTA deny the existence of such patterns of behavior because it is "unspeakable".
It was gratifying to note this year that at least one national television network show approached the problem. The fact that it was the situation-the problem, per se, was murder- does not lessen the importance of talking about "unspeakable" issues. If they can talk about it on television, then maybe it can be discussed in boardrooms and meeting halls.
This book does not solve the problems of morality and behavior in our society today. It simply reflects an aspect of human life in America.
Teachers do enter into sexual liaisons with their students.
Many teachers, like other humans, indulge in what might be considered undesirable sex practices with their peers as well as with their students.
THE HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER expects to entertain with its version of modern day morality. It is up to the reader to judge.
Perhaps this book will help him to discuss a very real problem in American society. We sincerely hope so.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The boy in the back row of Miss Joyce Jensen's study period class spelled nothing but trouble for her-but she could hardly tear her hungry gaze from him. He wasn't much different from the other boys and girls in her tenth grade class. His brown hair was of medium length and streaked with blond from a summer of sun. He was of average height and weight for a fifteen-year-old. His tight jeans and tee shirt were quite the same as those the other boys wore, and his beardless cheeks were just as smooth as any of the girl's in Joyce's classroom. She didn't know if he was bright or dumb, innocent or mischievous. Since it was the first day of classes at Belmont High School, she didn't even know his name. But she did know she wanted him. Lust for a fifteen-year-old boy spelled danger, trouble for any schoolteacher, and particularly this thirty-four-year-old one who had already been burned from such an unnatural craving. But Miss Joyce Jensen couldn't help herself-her breasts swelled with longing to feel his young body clasped against them, and her cunt was weeping in its need to feel his hard boydick sliding into it.
She tore her gaze from his lowered head as he worked on the time-consuming lesson she'd assigned the class. She looked around at her other busy pupils, trying to find some other boy with a face that reminded her of Robbie, the boy she'd loved so much, the root of all her past troubles. None of them even vaguely resembled her lost young Romeo. For the life of her, she couldn't recall just what Robbie looked like now, after seven years of missing him, hungering for his sweet lips and his virginal cock. All she could see was that boy in the back row. She feasted her eyes on him, and she indulged her starved lust by sending out her thought waves to him.
Yes, you. Little boy, you're the one I want. I want you backed up in a corner, scared half to death, but with such a hard boner in your pants you can't turn away. I want to strip off all your clothes, piece by piece, and look at your pure, tanned body while I hold your jockey shorts up to my nose and smell your sex. I want to look at your hard prick till my mouth is watering, and then I want to taste it, suck it, kiss your balls and your asshole, then slurp up a pint of your hot cream!
She had to look away lest she get carried away. She had to get her dirty thoughts off that sweet young lad before she drove herself crazy. Hands off completely with him. If she even let herself be alone with him, it would make her Robbie troubles seem trifling in comparison. Joyce could control her eyes, could partially control her thoughts by picking a folder from her desk to read, but she couldn't quite control her body.
Warm beads of perspiration were trickling down from her shaven armpits, trickling along, wetting the wide band of the necessarily substantial brassiere she was wearing. Tiny droplets of sweat were on her upper lip, not from the heat of the day, but from the heat of her body. This perspiration she could wipe away, but that under her blouse and jacket kept tickling down her sides like little fingers, aimlessly wandering toward her steaming crotch. Her bottom itched. It itched all over. It was a sweet little itch, one which she'd known what to do with at the apartment when her roommate was gone and she was alone. But now there was little she could do about it but cautiously squirm her bottom on the seat of her desk chair. She knew her desk obscured her actions from her pupils, but she couldn't believe that the students weren't fully aware of just how sexually aroused she was.
Foolish notion. She looked entirely prim and proper behind her steel-rimmed glasses, with her thick brown hair drawn back into a glossy bun. Children that age were stupid about sex, or at least inexperienced. She knew that for a fact. And with this knowledge she felt secure in slipping her hand inside her jacket. There, hidden by the folder she pretended to read, she touched her left nipple. It was every bit as hard as she had known it would be. She could feel its rigidity through the stiff fabric of her bra and through the white dacron blouse she was wearing. She could feel its stiffness and scratch at the persistently growing itch and she could pretend it was that boy's fingers joyfully playing there. She looked up at him again, just in time to see him quickly lower his head to his notebook.
Darling, I don't mind you looking at me. If you think I'm worth looking at now, you should see me without these silly clothes. It's hot. Want me to take them off? All of them? Or would you rather do it for me? Come along, darling. Tsk, I don't even know your name. Oh? It's Robbie? I used to know a boy with that name, a very sweet boy, a sexy one. But, come along. We'll go in the boys' rest room. It's right next door. Would you like to look at me through the peephole behind the flag while I undress for you? Would that make it better? Here, I'll just take my hair down as we walk, and I'll get rid of these glasses. I don't need them anyway. And here, darling Robbie, here are my breasts, my tits. Put your hands on them. Put your lips on them. Lick them. Love them. You like my body? That bastard Morris said I was wasting my time being a schoolteacher with a body like mine. He said I should have been a film star or a Las Vegas showgirl. I hide it from everyone else with those stuffy clothes I wear, but you can see it any time you want to. You can see it, touch it, play with me, kiss me-anywhere you like, anywhere at all. Yes. Yes, kiss my pussy. It's so good, it loves you so. Mmmm. Make me come, lover. You can do it better than anyone, Robbie. And slip that hard dick in me, still wet from my kisses, and fuck me, Robbie, fuck me good and hard and fill my twat up with your hot cream!
The boy glanced up and Joyce quickly looked away. Were his cheeks really as red and flushed as hers felt? This was total insanity. She had to stop it, but she couldn't. Her right hand had fallen from her breast to her lap, and even as she silently cursed herself for her madness she was inching her skirt up, shifting her hips to accommodate its rise, desperately and quietly trying to get at that ungodly sweet itch between her trembling thighs.
Her stiff spine wilted a bit when her finger touched the spot. Right there. Right on her button. She slid her hand down and up again, feeling with her finger the slick wetness of the bulging crotchband of her tight white panties. She should have been amazed at how wet she was, but on this first day of school, in her condition, nothing amazed her. What she wanted was to scratch that itch hard. If she was at home, she'd do it, orgasming endlessly, thrashing up the bedclothes. But here, with forty pupils right in front of her, all she could do was press that button-hard-and talk to the boy through her silent eyes.
Aha, I caught you looking at me again. Don't be afraid, darling. You can look all you want. You just can't touch, and damnit, neither can I. Yes! Yes, look into my eyes! Don't look away again, darling. I've got soft eyes. Behind these glasses are eyes that want to eat you up, just like these hot lips want to suck you, kiss you, make you feel as you never have before. Fuck me? Forget about convention, forget about the twenty years between us, and please, please fuck me?
Roll on a bed with me, stark naked.
Let me feel your hot hardness against my hot softness.
Stick it in my cunt, my ass, anywhere you like, I just want it!
Trouble or not, I want you, I want your body, I want your dick.
No, don't look down!!! Don't be afraid of me!!! Robbie!!! Robbie, come to me!!!
The cowardly little bastard, he was afraid of teacher. But she was no longer afraid of him. She would put the fear of God in him. She'd give him something to be afraid about!
Joyce took her hand from under her skirt and got up from her desk. She glanced back at her chair, expecting to see a puddle of cunt juice lying in its seat. Several heads looked expectantly up at her, but not the head of the boy in the back row, corner seat by the door. She started strolling the perimeter of the room, reassuring her pupils as she went.
"Just go on with your assignment. Continue writing your mini-biographies while I peek over your shoulders and see what kind of penmanship you have."
Joyce paused to make a few softly spoken comments as she made her rounds, progressively heading toward the corner of the room. She stopped at the desk right next to the boy's and quietly told the black girl sitting there that her penmanship was quite good. Already she was within the aura of the boy's innocent sexuality. It positively radiated from him, increasing the tingling warmth in her mature body. His sexuality was tugging at her, his innocence was appealing to her to pass him by.
She almost walked right past his desk behind him, feeling dizzy, feeling feverish. But then at the last possible instant she simply had to know his name, immediately. If it was Robbie, she would know that destiny had sent him to her to make up for the years of servitude and loneliness she'd known. If it was anything else, she would somehow kill her yearnings for this young innocent. Joyce stopped and almost swooped down on him.
She told him his penmanship was good. She didn't know quite what she said because now she could smell that aura of boyish sexuality that surrounded him-clean sweat, soap, summery days, and the indescribably delicious scent of young male sperm.
Kenny was his name, but that made no difference now for she was caught in the net of his proximity. She leaned closer over his shoulder, all but brushing him with her bosom. She reached her right hand down to point at his page, placed it lightly on his right shoulder and murmured. "Be more careful how you cross your T's, Kenny."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, looking up at her, nostrils flaring, brown eyes shining with liquid warmth.
He was sexually excited! The signs were there! Christ, the boy was as hot as she was, and there was no way in the world now that she could end their mutual yearnings just like that.
"Would you collect the papers for me and bring them to me after class?" she murmured, soft and low, and he nodded, telling her things with his eyes that he'd never in his life said with his lips.
Joyce straightened up and started back toward her desk. Her breasts felt proudly heavy, her hips had a sensuous roll to them, and the itching of her bottom was now being massaged by the hot gaze of the boy in the back row, her Kenny. She sat down, squirming her bottom luxuriously on the chair seat, and again she wiped delicately at the droplets of perspiration on her upper lip. And for a moment she was shocked, for her fingers smelled distinctly of her cunt.
They smelled of woman in heat, for indeed they'd been touching her sopping crotchband. It made her blush, and it made her look at young Kenny, gazing back at her with thinly veiled longing. He'd smelled her fingers when they were on his shoulder. It might have been the first time he'd sniffed hot twat, but it was that which had triggered the desire in him, a desire that was directed right straight at her! She smiled warmly at him. She couldn't help it. She smiled, and she licked her fingers and turned a page of the folder on her desk.
The bell rang moments later, signaling the end of the school day. It took her pupils forever to shuffle out of the classroom, and her Kenny dallied endlessly in collecting the papers from the empty desks. She took off her glasses and smiled invitingly until he was standing at her side and placing the papers before her. He had his notebook tightly clasped with both hands in front of his loins. She knew he had a stiff dick. She could smell it. But she wanted to see it, she had to see it.
She thanked him for his help and asked him to wait while she read his paper. He stood there, unconsciously adding to her seething excitement, while she read his paper-very brief -and learned that his father was apparently a widower, that he'd spent a lot of time at the beach that summer, and that he liked the usual things that fifteen-year-old boys like.
Joyce asked him what classes he had and whether he thought he'd like high school, and he stammered his nervous replies. She was then in a safe position to say, "Give me your notebook, Kenny, and I'll show you how to organize it for your classes."
"Oh it's okay," he quickly said. "I got it all figured out."
"I'd like to see it," she said, and held out her hand.
It seemed to take forever for him to hand it over to her. It seemed as if he was handing over the family jewels, but at last it came away from his loins, at last Joyce saw the outline of his hard boydick. It was clearly there. It was bigger than she'd expected. As a wonderful added bonus, its poking blunt end had made a dime-sized wet stain on his blue denim jeans. Joyce had only had a glimpse of it as he stood beside her, but it was enough to make her feel drunk with giddy desire as she opened up his notebook and went through the motions of helping him organize his. . . .
"Kenny, what is the meaning of this?!?!?!" she exclaimed, and pointed a trembling finger to the crude but clear pencil drawing of herself, seated before the class, wearing her glasses and her cool teacher's smile, and nothing else at all. Her tits stood out like wall-eyed artillery shells. There was no desk in front of her, and between her widely parted legs was the long vertical slash of her cunt, thickly bordered on all sides by a mass of penciled curlicues that represented her pubic hair. Below this was a prick and balls, pointing up at it, spitting streams of jism at its target.
"Kenneth, I am shocked," she said, looking up at him, seeing him utterly terrified, far more so than she'd imagined him in her fantasies. "This is why your paper was so short. You were drawing dirty pictures-of me! Do you do this all the time?"
"No! Honest, Miss Jensen, it's the first time I ever did anything like that," he said, blushing scarlet, twisting his hands in front of his loins as if he had to pee in the worst way.
"Do you realize this is very wrong for you to do?"
"Yes, I know it is," he pleaded. "I don't know why I did it."
She looked at it again, clucking, shaking her head, inwardly thrilled at the voluptuousness he'd detected in her. She said, "I don't know what your father would say if he knew about this."
"He'd skin me alive! Please don't tell him, Miss Jensen. Please!"
"And of course you could be expelled for doing something like this."
"On the first day of high school ? Oh, no," he moaned. "I promise I'll never draw sexy pictures again. I promise!"
"Do you use these pictures you draw to masturbate? To play with your penis?" she asked, turning to nod directly at his loins. She was immensely proud of the facade of coolness she was showing.
"No! I don't do that."
"I certainly hope you're telling me the truth. So many boys your age do play with themselves. Some of them masturbate two or three times a day."
"No! Really?" he said, hiding his erection with his hands again, but unable to hid the lies in his eyes.
"Yes, really. Some boys are oversexed. Every woman they see excites them. Girls too. And pictures of women. I have a whole pile of photographs at home that I've taken away from boys like those. Pornography. I hope you're not that kind of boy, Kenny. Those kind of boys need help. They just play with themselves all the time. They get into the habit of masturbation, or jerking off if you want to call it that, and later, when they should be having sex with girls and women, they still jerk themselves off. It's very harmful, and it's very hard to break that kind of boy of the habit. Now, tell me the truth. Do you play with yourself often?"
"Never! I never do, Miss Jensen!"
"Oh. I see. I could probably help you if you did play with your prick a lot and have wet dreams at night."
"W-Wet dreams?"
"You know. When you dream about someone you know-like one of your teachers. When you dream you're doing things to her, taking off her clothes, for instance. Kissing her. Playing with her breasts. Looking at what she's got down between her legs. Some boys even dream about kissing her down there, and sometimes that makes them have what we call a nocturnal emission. In lay language, that means cumming in your sleep. And they'll dream about slipping their pricks in her hole. That almost always makes them cum in their sleep."
"Really?" he said, as if he'd never heard of such a thing.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Kenny. I had one student, years ago, who used to have dreams about me. His name was Robbie. That was when I wore my hair down, like this," she said, and turned in her swivel chair to face the fascinated, trembling boy before her.
Her parted knees were almost touching his, and she was looking straight ahead at the wonderful bulge of his prick as she took the pins out of her hair. Reaching back like that, her jacket opened and her pointedly prominent breasts stuck out at him, much as they had in the picture. His jaw hung open and he frankly stared, first at her big, thrusting tits, then at her hair as she loosened the bun and shook out a cascade of glossy brown tresses around her serenely smiling face.
Her pussy was throbbing steadily inside the tight bulge of her crotchband. She could smell herself, the woman in heat, and she knew his masculine nostrils, immature as they were, could smell her scent even more strongly. She also knew she should quit before it went any farther. But she felt so totally in command, she felt so supremely alive and good, that she knew it was safe to go on-at least for a bit farther.
"Yes, Robbie started having wet dreams about my hair. He'd dream that it was flowing over his prick, his penis, and that would make him cum in his sleep. From there he began to dream about kissing me, and that made him cum too. His dreams went on, sexier all the time. For two weeks he had the same dream every night. I'd be dancing in front of him with nothing but some lacy little panties on. I'd dance closer and closer to him, smiling and winking at him like this, with my arms out to the sides, like this. And when I was close enough, he'd reach his hand down inside my panties. They were very tight. And just when he'd reach his fingers into my pubic hair, very thick and bushy and wet, then he'd wake up and he'd be filling his shorts up with cream. Those were the words he used to describe his nocturnal emissions."
"Really, Miss Jensen?" Kenny's eyes were wider than ever, and the wet stain on his denims was now the size of a quarter.
"As I said, I'd never lie to you, Kenny, and I'd never want you to lie to me."
"Oh, I wouldn't!"
"Do you wear shorts or pajamas at night?"
"Huh? P-Pajamas. I mean, shorts."
She laughed lightly and lightly patted his hip, thrilling at the warmth of him. "Just relax, Kenny. This is our secret, just between the two of us. This Robbie's dreams went farther. Do you want to hear about them?" she asked, and took his hand in hers, smoothing her fingers over his very moist palm.
"Sure! I mean, yes, ma'am!"
"Well, then Robbie began having dreams about me performing fellatio on him. He called it sucking him off, or giving him a blow job. That was when I used to wear make-up to school, and he'd dream about slipping his stiff prick in between my red lips. He'd dream I'd kiss it and suck it and then . . ." She shrugged. ". . . and then he'd cum in my mouth. Don't look so shocked, Kenny. Today, that's not such a perverted thing to do. I mean, lots of wives suck their husbands' pricks, just as lots of husbands kiss their wives' vaginas."
"Did he . . . this Robbie ... did he dream about doing that to you?"
She laughed and squeezed his hand with both of hears. She breathed deeply of his sexy, sexy smell, feeling wonderfully giddy on it. Then she said, "Oh, lots of times. He'd dream about kissing me down there and he'd dream about having coitus with me. You know, fucking. He'd help himself to have those dreams, Kenny."
"Yeah? How? How did he do that?"
"He'd think about me when he went to bed. He'd concentrate hard on doing all sorts of sexy things with me before he went to sleep, and usually he'd go right on and fill up his shorts with cream then. But he never touched himself, never played with himself, at least at first. After a while, though, he started doing that, too. Sometimes right in class."
"Yeah??? How do you know that?"
"Oh, he came to me and told me. He trusted me, Kenny, just as you should trust me. He confessed everything to me, and I-well, naturally, I helped him with his problem."
For a moment Kenny's hand closed on hers, and he said, "You did? How, Miss Jensen, how?"
"Oh, we teachers have ways," she said with a knowing smile. "At least some of us do. I had some, well, I had some private talks with him at my apartment. I lived alone then. And they did a world of good for that particular oversexed pupil of mine. I could help you in the same way, Kenny, if you were one of those oversexed boys who play with themselves and have wet dreams. Now, are you? Tell me the truth, and you won't get into any trouble over this sexy little sketch you did of teacher. Well, Kenny?"
He took his hand from hers and clasped it with the other one. He wrang his hands in front of a prick that had to be on fire by then. He hemmed and hawed while she smiled up at him, hands moving softly on her parted thighs, entire body throbbing with longing for him. And he said, "No. No, I never play with myself or have those kind of dreams, Miss Jensen. Never ever."
"What a good boy you are," she said, and patted his hip, grazed the wet bulge of his prick with her fingertips. "And since you've been so honest with me, I'm going to give you a break. I won't mention this picture to anyone and I won't have you expelled. Here are some matches. You take this picture next door to the boys' lavatory and burn it, and that will be the end of this matter."
"Thanks, Miss Jensen. Thanks a whole lot," he said, and hurried out of the room, taking his picture and his excitingly hard young prick with him.
CHAPTER TWO
The control Joyce had maintained during her interview with the sexually aroused boy had been a minor miracle. Now Joyce sat slumped over her desk in the empty classroom, touching her lips with the fingers that had tipped Kenny's prick. She could smell her cunt on those fingers too, mixed with the scent of his semen-and that was just the way it should be. She pulled up her skirt and cupped her hand over her throbbing cunt and squeezed it-hard -moaning softly and writhing in her chair.
It had gone unbelievably well. It was as if Kenny had been sent from heaven to her to make up for the years she'd spent as Morris's sexual slave. She wanted to sit there and frig herself to a dozen hot, rapid orgasms, but she abstained. If things went well with Kenny and her for just a little longer, she'd have all the orgasms she wanted. And they simply had to go well. To hell with school, to hell with her career, she had to have that boy at any cost- if he was indeed the right one.
She was still rubbing her pussy through her skirt as she walked on shaking legs to where the flag was draped in the corner of her second floor classroom. Behind that flag was a peep hole, undoubtedly placed there by some teacher-male or female-who had a craving to observe the boys who used the toilets and urinals in the room next door. Joyce had discovered the little hole the semester before. She had looked through it only once, and had then abstained, resisting temptation completely. She had not, however, had the inner strength needed to plug that hole up, and now she was very glad of that. With her hand moving on her feverishly warm twat, she held her breath and peeped through the hole.
There he was. There was Kenny, not ten feet away from her. He was standing in one of the toilet booths, in profile to her, matches in one hand and the wonderfully smutty picture he'd drawn of her in the other. He was gazing at it intently. She could see the bulge of his prick through his pants, and every fiber of her body craved to see it bare, naked. He lit a match, and she held her breath. He touched its flame to the corner of the paper, and her hand stopped moving on her cunt, and she moaned, "No. Oh, no."
Immediately he blew out the flame, looked quickly out of the booth toward the door, and when he saw he was quite alone, he frantically began to open his pants. Joyce smiled, and rubbed her gloating cunt.
Down they went around his ankles. His shorts, slightly soiled, followed. She saw his boydick then. Beautiful. Straight as an arrow. Hard, hard. Its shaft was white, pure white. Its head was pink, like a rose, and just about the size of the bud on a big tearose. It was an absolutely beautiful prick, and she would never forget this first sight of it. She only saw it for a moment, however, for at once it was in his flying hand, being pumped with mad urgency as he panted and stared at the picture-the picture of her!
"Kenny, I love you," she murmured, and rucked up her skirt. She wriggled her finger inside the crotchband of her panties, got it right on the quick of her clit, and moaned, "We'll do it together, my darling. Fuck, we'll do everything together!"
His fist was moving fast, but it only took Joyce moments to catch up with him. All she had to do was rub that hot little button and she could feel what he was feeling-the wickedly delicious chills shooting clear up through her shoulders, the swelling of her ass and titties, the tensing and trembling of her legs, the soaring feeling of marvelous freedom and exhilaration as that point of no return is reached, as the start of orgasm is reached.
"Jeezus-peezus!" he squeaked, as if he was really having a good one. Joyce could hear him through the peep hole, and she knew just how he felt as that first dart of gooey white cum came jetting out of the bulbous red head of his pecker.
"Cum, cum, cum-m-m-m-m," she moaned, pressing her lips against the cold wall, jerking her hips up against her rapidly frigging finger.
He did cum, right along with her. She could see it all, each hot jet of white jism that spurted from his cock, hitting the metal partition, spurting against the toilet paper holder, squirting up to kiss the picture of her he held in his quaking hand. He was really squirting hard! And long! Jet after jet of white was pumped out. Some of it was caught in his masturbating hand and smeared over the head of his bursting cock, making it gleam even more beautifully. Most of it was squirted out-wasted.
But Joyce didn't bemoan that waste. There would be more of it-much more-and it would belong to her. The thought of that made her moan anew and work her finger with new energy against her clit. She arched her hips forward, pressed her frigging hand against the wall, fucking it, fucking the boy on the other side of the wall, as he began to slow the movements of his hand and as his shoulders began to slump.
A grin creased his beautiful young face, and she wished she was there with him to slip her tongue over his penis. He looked around with guilty glee-looked directly at her peephole- and ripped off a handful of toilet paper with which to clean himself up. Joyce smiled too, a calculating smile, as she slipped her finger out and kept the last orgasmic tingles going by rubbing her twat through her very wet panties. She was too wet there. And so, quickly, she stripped off her panties and blotted her swollen vulva with them, wiping away the overflowed juices from her inner thighs. Another quick look through the peephole, just in time to see him zip up, too late to see if he'd wiped every last bit of sweet cream from the rosy head of his dick. She did see him fold her picture and slip it in his hip pocket, and that made her smile.
Her soiled panties went into her purse. She met Kenny in the hall. He was smiling nonchalantly as he came out of the swinging door. Joyce curtly said, "My matches, please," and held out her hand.
"Oh, sure," he said, and quickly produced them.
He couldn't keep the smirk from his lips, but she erased it by saying, "Come with me, young man. You and I are going to have a talk."
She turned on her heel and headed down the abandoned hall, with the boy right at her heels. There wasn't a student to be seen, and by that time, most of the teachers would have gone home too. She marched him down the hall, behind her hotly squirming buttocks, and led him to the Teacher's Lounge, unlocked it and held the door open so he had to go past her. She looked grim, and he looked scared to death as he slunk into the room that was strictly off-limits to students. She locked the door behind her with the bolt, and turned to face him.
"Did you burn that picture as I told you?" she crisply asked.
"Well, sure I did!"
"I'm sorry, I don't believe you. I can tell when a boy is lying, and you're lying to me now! Hand me that notebook!"
He handed it over in an agony of embarrassment. She quickly riffled through it and flung it onto the couch. "It's in your pockets. Step forward. Hands out from your sides. Last chance to give it to me, Kenneth. . . ."
"I told you, I burned it!" he said, with very little conviction. "You can't. . . ."
"Quiet! You had your chance," she said, and took that lovely step forward to where she could breathe in his sexuality, and he could breathe in hers. She'd worn a very musky perfume that day, and now she knew her body heat was sending off clouds of her scent, both real and artificial. He pleaded to her with his eyes, but she ignored his plea and thrust her hands in his front pockets.
She probed all around, staring into his eyes, feeling coins and a pocket knife, feeling the warm hollows of his loins. Their hot breaths mingled as she delved in his pockets, fingers turning, reaching, tickling so that he squirmed before her. His prick had to be hanging straight down, for she was unable to touch it. She was able, however, to start it getting hard again, of this she was certain.
"See? I told you," he said in a quavery voice as she pulled out her hands.
"And I told you to be quiet!" she said, and yanked up his tee shirt.
She slipped her soft hands around his waist, reaching fingertips down inside the low waistband of his jeans, as if in search of the picture. She had to lean close to him to do this. Close enough to kiss his chest with her two hard nipples.
"I know you've still got it," she said, hands trailing around his goose-pimpled waist. "Turn around."
"No! I don't have to! My Dad'll...."
"You obey me! Always!" she said, and grabbed him by the ear and spun him around.
She slipped her hands inside his hip pockets, felt the sweet trembling roundness of his buns. She wormed her fingers deeper, past the piece of paper that was bringing them together, while he stood tensed and trembling, hoping he'd somehow escape, not knowing the sweet fate in store for him. His shoulders slumped, however, when she slowly pulled out the paper.
"I'm sorry," he moaned. "I'm sorry, Miss Jensen. I just couldn't do it. Don't have me expelled. Please, Miss Jensen."
She turned him around to face her, and just as she had hoped, he was crying. Boyish tears ran down his cheeks. She smiled at him, very warmly. She touched a tear and licked it off her finger, and surprise and hope shone in his eyes. She held him by the shoulders and kissed another tear away, and his face grew radiant.
"The tears of the innocent are good luck," she said. "Come. Sit here on the couch with me. We'll talk about your little problem."
They sat half facing each other. She moved a bit closer, so her nylon-covered knee was kissing his. By another stroke of good fortune, she hadn't worn her usual pantyhose that day, but had on the kind that are held up by their own elastic that clasps the wearer's thighs. Everything was going her way on this first day of school.
She studied the picture for perhaps a full minute before she said, "You're really quite a good little artist, Kenny. Especially since you weren't able to see all of your model."
"I. . . . What?"
"I said, you draw well. You could do better, though, if you knew more about what you were drawing." She laid the picture in her lap, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Have you ever seen a woman's private parts? I mean in the flesh, not just in sexy photos. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Answer me, dear. Truthfully. Have you ever seen a woman with her clothes off?"
He couldn't answer, but he could shake his head, no.
"Would you like to see a naked woman? Answer me truthfully, Kenny."
"I sure would," he fervently said.
She picked up his hand and kissed it. "That's for telling me the truth, Kenny." She placed his hand on her warm knee, thrilled to its hot quaking there, and softly said, "Kenny, would you like to see me without my clothes on?"
"Oh, Miss Jensen. I'd do anything for that!"
"The truth again," she said, "and it won't go unrewarded."
She got up and turned on the lounge radio, soft and low, nice rhythmic music. She sauntered back till her knee was kissing his again as she stood over him, and there she began to raise her skirt. She swayed from side to side, lifting its hem an inch on the right, an inch on the left. He was completely hypnotized by its twitching elevation before she'd exposed the tops of her tan nylon stockings. Her legs were very good. Nicely tapered, softly muscular, entirely shapely. Her thighs were white and full, and they effectively held her skirt up as she slipped off her jacket and let it fall on the couch beside him.
Kenny glanced at her jacket, looked at her full bosom and licked his lips, then returned his hot gaze to her skirt as she lifted it slowly higher. Her twat was shouting to feel the kiss of his hot eyes. With her feet a foot apart, she slowly lifted her skirt to her waist, shuddering with pleasure at Kenny's delighted little gasp as he saw her cunt, the first in his life.
The fabric of her skirt was stiff enough to stay bunched at her waist all by itself. But she held it there for a time, swaying provocatively to the music, while the sight of her beautifully furred cunt further captivated the boy. She could feel his breath on her, but she had to feel more than that.
"Kenny," she said, "as you can see now, a woman's slit isn't nearly so visible as you made it in your sexy little picture of me. The hair covers it up, and all you can see is a little line. See? Even when I run my finger up and down it, my cuntlips close right up again, for the most part. You've drawn my pussy as an ugly gash," she said, sliding her finger up and down through the slippery wet furrow of her cunt, following the curve of her crotch with it in leisurely fashion. "When actually a woman's pussy is a pretty thing. Don't you agree?"
He nodded his head.
She took her hand from her crotch, lifted his face with it, and said, "What did you say, dear?"
"Beautiful. Your . . . your pussy's just beautiful."
She smiled and brushed her fingers over his lips, and she said, "You have the taste of a true artist, Kenny. Would you like to touch me there? The truth, now."
"Oh yes. I'd just love that, Miss Jensen!"
"You may," she said, and stood there with her hands on her hips, slowly rotating her hips to the music, dreaming, feeling ever so good. This was an excitement that went beyond anything she'd known in years. It wasn't even excitement, really. She felt too confident of everything to be excited. It was glory she felt, it was heaven. She'd heard of the rush that heroin addicts know when they push the needle in their arms, and this was perhaps like that. She just felt good all over, everywhere, when her little boy pushed his fingers into her pussy.
He probed about a little at first. He touched her hair, he touched her lips, and then he slid three fingers in her slit and spread the rapidly welling moisture there. She watched it all from high on Mount Olympus, the greatest sex goddess of all time. She felt him timidly probing the orifice of her hole, and she loved it. She felt him test the firmness of her cuntlips, and she did a slow-motion bump and grind to encourage him-not that he needed it. She felt him touch her super-sensitive clitoris with his cunt-oiled fingers, and that kept the well-controlled orgasms flowing and flowing in her everywhere.
From her dream world, she said, "Do you like to touch my pussy, Kenny?"
"Oh, yeah-h-h-h. It's so smooth. So nice and wet and warm."
"As long as you keep telling me the truth, darling," she said, and softly ruffled his hair, "then I'll keep giving you rewards. For being truthful this time, I'm going to let you kiss it."
There was fear in his eyes when he looked up at her now. She knew she had to be cautious with him at this crucial point, but she also knew she had to feel his lips on her there, she had to! And so she quickly pulled his head forward, before either of them could think about it a moment longer, and pressed his lips against her clit.
Oh God, it was sweet! It only lasted for an instant, but in that instant she experienced an orgasm that exceeded any masturbatory fantasy she'd had in the past year. BANG! it simply exploded in her, so fast she could just manage to stifle her outcries of keen pleasure. It was so great, so strong that she had to sit down before she fell down. She let him draw his head back, and through a haze of pink pleasure, saw him wipe his mouth as she sat down beside him.
"That was a nice little kiss. Did you like it?"
"Oh, sure," he said, not at all sure.
She laughed softly, squeezed his leg, and said, "lots of boys like to kiss deeper. Like this," she said, and moved to give him an open-mouthed, deeply tonguing kiss that opened his eyes wide and raised gooseflesh all over his body.
She leaned him back on the couch, kissing and hugging him, mussing his clothes and his hair, fondling his cock and balls through his jeans. She was teasing him-and her-into a state of deep desire that would take more than a day to appease. She was binding him to her for just as long as she could. She washed him with her tongue. She washed his lips and eyes and ears, and she sucked warm kisses on his throat until she had him beside himself with desire for her.
"Darling little oversexed boy," she murmured between her hot kisses. "I've just got to help you with your problem, love. Somebody's got to, or you'll be playing with your dickie all the time. And is there anyone better than your teacher to help you? Of course not. I'll help you all you want. You be truthful with me, that's all I ask. And one other thing, darling Kenny. Don't I beg of you, think you're falling in love with me. Don't do that, my darling boy, because if you do fall in love with me, I may not ever let you go again. Poor boy," she said, milking his bone-hard prick through his pants. "You do have a problem. Let's take that prick of yours out. Let's get right down to the meat of your problem."
CHAPTER THREE
There on the couch in the Teacher's Lounge, behind the securely locked door, Joyce Jensen smiled and leaned forward toward her pupil as she smoothed her hands up his trembling thighs. Kenny sat up straighter and straighter until her thumbs were just touching his balls and her fingers were closing a circle around the bulge of his prick.
"M-Miss Jensen! What are you going to do?!?"
"I'm going to help you, darling," she purred. "Remember, I know what to do about an oversexed boy like you. I'm going to take this hard thing out of your pants and take the hurting out of it. It does hurt, doesn't it?" she said, and her heart thudded heavily as she laid the full length of her hand right on it.
"N-No, it's ... It doesn't hurt at all. Maybe I better be . . . going now."
Was his fifteen-year-aid shyness so strong it was overcoming all her hot kisses? Incredible! Incredible, but challenging.
She shook her head, looking coyly sad, and said, "You don't want your teacher to see your prickie?"
He squirmed. He blushed deliciously and looked longingly at the door. He said, "We shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be undressing me."
"And you shouldn't have drawn that sexy picture of me. It shows me how badly you need help. You need help even if you don't realize that. And I'm going to help you," she said, and got her fingers on the tab of his zipper, pulled it down an inch.
"Please! No!" he said, and tore away from her, jumped up and lurched toward the door.
"Kenny! You come right back here! Stop! Stop, or I'll have you expelled!"
He stopped, back to her, face in his hands and shoulders jerking with his sobs. His reluctance was beyond belief, and it made their budding affair all the more dangerous, all the more exciting. She had to make him fall for her feminine wiles now, or he was very likely to confess to someone all that had happened thus far. She stayed right where she was, but she moved her buttocks closer to the edge of the couch, spread her legs wider, facing him directly.
She softly said, "Kenny, I'm sorry if you think I'm forward. I'm really only trying to help you. You are oversexed, aren't you. You do play with yourself, don't you."
He nodded his head vigorously, and his sobs became audible.
"How often, honey? How often do you do it to yourself?"
"All the time!" he blurted. "I can't help myself! I even did it in the boys' room when I was supposed to be burning that darned picture. I can't stop it, Miss Jensen, and it scares me!"
"Why can't you stop?" she asked, slowly rubbing her hand over her twat, slowly dying of her need for him, but keeping control of herself. "Because it feels so good?"
"Yes-s-s-s. It feels so good I can't stop. My father tells me all the time how bad it is for me, and I still can't quit it!"
"I understand, Kenny. You know why I can understand? Because I'm oversexed too."
"Y-You are?" he said in wonder, and he turned. His tear-stained face showed his awe, and it spread as he saw her there where he'd left her.
There was a conspiratorial smirk on her face as she sat there, practically nude from the waist down. Her legs were wide open, her hairy twat on full display. She lounged back against the couch, frankly playing with herself. She ran her hand up and down her bulging, crotch, slipped her fingers through the wet furrow of her vulva, smiling and nodding. "Yes, Kenny, I'm as oversexed as you are. I play with myself, too, when I have to. I can't stop-unless I have a handsome young man like you to help me. You see, I'm just like you."
Staring straight at her slowly moving hand, she thought she had him-until he said, "My dad says ... he says f-fucking's bad, too. He says it always leads to trouble."
"And he's probably right, at least in some cases. Fucking can be nice, though. But other things are good too. Even playing with yourself is good, as long as you don't hurt yourself. I don't hurt myself. I make myself feel good, so-o-o-o go-o-o-od. Come closer, Kenny. Show me your penis. Let me see if you've hurt yourself with all your playing. Open your pants, darling, and show it to me. I won't hurt you. I won't fuck you," she said to him, and to herself she added, at least not now!
The voluptuously open sight of her, and her smoothly purring voice lured him on. Staring fixedly, he slowly advanced, fumbling with his jeans, while Joyce stroked her cunt and coaxed him forward.
"That's right, Kenny. Don't be afraid. How can you be afraid of your teacher, when she's just trying to help you. We're just alike, we two, so I know just how to help you. Just drop your pants and shorts, Kenny, and we'll see what all your playing with yourself has done to you."
It certainly hadn't hurt him in any way. He had the most gorgeous prick Joyce had ever seen. It looked far better than it had in the washroom, for now it was closer to her-and getting closer still as he timidly came forward, pants and shorts drooped around his thighs, gaze fixed on her cunt. And he was uncircumcised! His hand had been moving too fast in the boys' room for Joyce to have seen that. But now the presence of the foreskin was clear. It was almost all pushed back around the rosy pink knob of his boydick, but it was there. The whole thing was there. His prick, right before her languidly drooping eyes, and getting closer by the moment as she lured him on. Beautiful little balls, already filled again with his cream. Strong tanned thighs, sweet little covering of hair, white loins that his trunks had protected from the sun all summer. All those things were poignantly beautiful to Joyce, but it was his prick, his lovely boydick, that held her gaze and made her mouth water.
He might still be afraid of her, but his prick wasn't. It came on at her like a slow torpedo. Its' watering eye was fixed on her smile, homing in on her. His prick was bigger than she'd hoped for. Though he'd just cum once, it was up hard again, like a good strong boydick should be. Yes, it was strong. It was strong enough to pull him across the room to her, strong enough to make the boy forget all about the foolish notions about sex that his silly father had inflicted on him.
Joyce sat up very slowly and cautiously to meet the object of her desires. "It doesn't look as if you've hurt it. It looks healthy enough," she said, and touched it very lightly with her fingertips. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing it. She wanted to close her hand on it and never let it go, smear it with the cunt juices that were on her fingers and rub them in so hard he could never wash them off. But she just touched it very lightly and said, "But we'll have to have a closer look than this. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" she asked, and with admirable control, gave it only a light squeeze. "N-not exactly."
"Then why did you jump so, Kenny?"
"Couldn't help it."
"Does it feel good?" she asked, and at last was able to close her soft hand around it, to feel its full strength and heat.
"Yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s."
"How about these? Do these balls of yours hurt?" she went on, and softly and carefully slipped her other hand up between his legs, cupping his balls, knowing they were tingling just as much as her caressing hand was tingling.
"Sometimes," he managed to say.
"But not now. Now they feel good. They look good, too. Mmm. You look like there's nothing at all wrong with you, but we can't be sure, can we? At least not yet. Let's pull this foreskin back. Does that hurt you, dear?
Slide it forward. Must you fidget so, Kenny? It's all right. Go on and fidget. I have some idea of how nice this feels. You've quite a pretty prick. That's a prick that's going to make some woman very happy one of these days. As long as you don't hurt it by playing with it too much. Yes, someday you'll fall in love with a woman and she'll fall in love with you-and with this pretty prick of yours. My, it's getting all wet on the end. It smells nice. Does it really feel all right now, Kenny?"
"Feels wonderful," he reverently said, and the love was there, right there in his eyes.
"Just hold still now, dear. Hold perfectly still. There's something nice I'm going to do for you. Sh-h-h-h-h. Quiet, Kenny. M-m-m-m-m."
She had it in her mouth! One touch of her lips on its slickly wet end had been all she'd intended to do, but then she'd been unable to stop herself from sliding her full lips right on down its length. Over the tapered knob her lips had gone, over the stretched foreskin to feel the steely hardness of his shaft. His bulbous knob slipped over the shallow curve of her tongue, making each of her tastebuds feel as alive as her clitoris felt. She leaned right on forward, quite unable to stop herself, until her nose was in his sparse fur and the bulb of his cock was fitted beautifully in the back of her throat. She wanted to go on, she wanted to devour him completely-starting with his cock-but she got herself in control again and leaned back. She slipped hit lips over his cock, felt its every contour with her lips and tongue. She licked all she could of the goodness from it, and puckered a soft kiss on its lovely little mouth before leaning back and smiling up at him.
"Did that feel nice, Kenny?"
"Jeezus-peezus!" he said.
Her smile broadened. "That means yes?"
"A blow job. Wow. Now I've had a blow job!"
She shook her head. "No, darling. That wasn't a blow job. That was just a little kiss. This is a blow job."
Joyce took the knob of his cock in her mouth before she slipped to her knees on the carpet. She was sucking him now. She turned her head this way and that, swirling her tongue around the deliciously meaty head of his cock. She was sucking out the good stuff that lurked in his cum canal, licking up any of the dried cream she'd missed with her first deep kiss of his hot organ.
The boy was squirming and gasping, making little stifled cries of mixed fear and pleasure. She was confident that her hungry mouth would soon blot out the fear.
God, his cock was absolutely scrumptious, positively thrilling in her soft wet mouth. Her cheeks were sunken in from her sucking on it, and still she was just as gentle as she could be. She caressed his hips with her hands, pulling him closer, deeper. She breathed through her flaring nostrils, smelling him very strongly now. Eyes closed, she soared to heaven as she sucked in the whole length of his virginal cock again. She felt it in her throat, felt it with her cheeks, as her tongue wrapped around it and her suction kept coaxing more seminal fluid out for her starved gullet to swallow.
The music was still playing-gutsy rock and roll now-and she felt it everywhere in her body. She swayed to it, her hair silkily brushing his thighs as she knelt there sucking his cock, giving him the blow job of his life. He was making his little whimpering cries, and she was purring like a five hundred pound lioness as she sucked on his hot, sweet cock.
She took it out of her mouth, the better to prolong her pleasure-and his. Smiling, chuckling, feeling warm and wonderful for the first time in years, she slid her cheeks over its wet length. She kissed it and cradled it against her cheek and throat, brushed her hair over it, bent lower to kiss his balls. She burrowed her lips in his hairy loins and kissed him deeply there, with his cock pressed against her ear, being kissed by her shining tresses. She curled her tongue under it and licked up its whole length while he stood there shaking and moaning and clutching at his pants with both hands.
"You like your blow job?" she asked, and slid her pursed lips all over its bulging head. "Does it feel good? Better than your hand? If so, tell me about it, darling, while I suck on your perfect little prickie."
"Yes! Oh-h-h-h, no! Oh, Miss Jensen! Oh, MISS JENSEN!"
He started to back off, and Joyce almost panicked. Her hands went around his hips in a flash, her nails dug into his buttocks. She pulled him closer, pulled his cock deeper inside her mouth, while he squealed and jerked. She had him close to cumming, but now in his prudish fear he was fighting her, trying to hold back, and she couldn't have that, not when she was this close.
"Please!" he gasped. "Wait! I can't...."
"You can!" she commanded, and at once had his cock in her mouth again.
There was a savage hunger in her now. If the entire faculty had come bursting into the Lounge, she wouldn't have stopped, couldn't have stopped. She had a boy's cock in her mouth again, and she wouldn't quit till she had his cream, too.
"Please!" he squeaked, and dropped his pants and shorts and pushed at her head.
Her fingers dug into his buns and she sucked harder, swirled her tongue faster. He was trying to twist away, his fear was overcoming the pleasure she knew she was giving him!
She raked his asscheeks with her nails. He squealed in pain, but his cock went deeper. Again he tried to twist out of her grip, and now Joyce grappled him hard around the hips, turned his body and threw him down on the couch. His cock never left her mouth, and it never would until it spurted for her. She laid half on top of him, subduing his struggles with her weight. She jammed his legs apart with her elbows and she sucked his cock, oh, how she sucked that sweet cock of his.
"No . . . No . . . No . . . ," he gasped, choking, and then she felt his body grow limp, and she knew she had him.
He went limp all over, except for his hips, except for his- cock. Lying back while Joyce sucked his cock, moaning softly, his hips started an upward pumping, and his cock throbbed discernibly in her mouth.
He was fucking her face! He was cumming for her!
"Mmmmm! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!" Joyce moaned from the depths of her bowels as the good stuff spurted. The first jet of it came out so strongly that it skidded over her tongue and almost passed down her gulping gullet before she could taste it. Then she settled down, brows knit, lips captivating, and head bobbing. She held him firmly where he was, though he gave no signs of trying to escape now, and she sucked him and swallowed him.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m." Every drop of it was precious, and there were quite a few of the precious drops. Time stood mercifully still for her while she sucked out every one, rolled it on her tongue, swallow it with gusto, and came back for more.
"Mm-hm-m-m-m-m." His cockshaft was just as hard as ever, still throbbing with his good, hard ejaculations. His hips were still clumsily working, his boydick still fucking her face. And the jism was still flowing. Those first delightfully forcefully spurts had passed on to a steady pulsing of the sweetest food and drink in the world, to her. She couldn't waste a drop of it. With her hand curled around the base of his cock, she milked and coaxed more of it out to meet her tongue, at the ready to scoop it up and roll it around and get it down inside her. She could feel it inside her. It was warming her, bringing her to life, making her know she was a whole woman again.
"M-m-m-m-m. M-m-mm. M-m-m." It was all gone. She'd succeeded in getting every last drop of it. She was quite drunk on it, but like the alcoholic, she had to have just a bit more. She let his cock slip from her mouth, gazed lovingly at it in her hand, while she licked her lips with meticulous care. She cradled his handsome young prick to her cheek again, then licked over its entire length and girth, in search of any precious tiny droplet of cum juice that might be hidden in -a pore. And she held it to her lips, like a giant shushing finger, as she looked up at his vapidly smiling face and said, "That was a blow job, Kenny. Did you like it?"
"Jeezus-peezus," he murmured.
She laughed, giddy, happy at last. "Nothing wrong with that, was there?"
He shook his smiling head and she kissed his prick in delight.
"We'll do that some more, won't we. Lots of times," she said.
He nodded, sleepy, content.
"Yes, darling," she purred, nestling her cheek against his boydick, rubbing her burning twat. "No end of the fun we'll have together. We'll make you forget all about those funny notions you have that sex is bad for you. We'll suck and fuck and love forever, just the two of us. I love your cum. It makes me feel good all over. It makes me hot. Makes me want to fuck you, darling. Oh, baby, teacher's going to teach you so many things. Sucking pussy. You'll like that. And fucking. Fucking, fucking, fucking. Blow jobs, you'll have a zillion of those, any time you want them. Fuck. Suck. Pussy. Cock. Good times. You and me. Forever."
Joyce became slowly aware that his body had been stiffening, that he was trying to draw away from her. Right away she realized she'd gone too far. This was a boy whose shyness and whose fear of sex was very deeply ingrained. He was a boy who might tolerate and even enjoy smutty words in the heat of his desire. But once that desire was temporarily sated, his shyness and fear rose quickly to the surface again.
"I gotta go," he muttered, confirming her worst fears.
But still she wanted him so badly that she couldn't release her hold on him, couldn't take her well-fucked face from his prick. "Stay. Stay a little longer. I'll suck you again," she said.
"No! I gotta go! I shouldn't have even come in here with you!"
Panic-born of her great lust-seized her again. She tried to hold him there, tried to frantically reason with him, but now he was too strong for her. He wrenched his way up from the couch, out of her grasp. He staggered around the room trying to pull up his pants and shorts, while she followed on her knees, pleading.
"Kenny, wait! We've done nothing wrong! It's all right. Kenny, listen to me!"
"I gotta go! I've got to go!"
He got his pants up! He made it to the door, and was desperately fumbling with the bolt! My God, she couldn't lose him now, not when she'd just found him!
She fought down the raging fire in her pussy. She forced calm upon herself, stood up, and quickly opened her blouse. He'd succeeded in getting the door unbolted when she called out his name in her smoothly commanding teacher's tones.
"Kenny, look at me."
His face was contorted as he looked back over his shoulder, but the lines in it smoothed right out as he stared at her bosom. Her blouse was open now, and she was just slipping the bra strap down from her shoulder. Her face was expressionless and she didn't say a word, but he quietly closed the door as she peeled down the big white cup of her brassiere, baring her left breast.
Joyce Jensen had big breasts. She wore tight brassieres and restrictive clothing to minimize their size, not wanting to attract any of the teachers at school with her bounteous bosom. But her left breast was unrestricted now, and it stood out in all its pink-crested glory, pointing straight at the object of her desires, luring him on once again.
She stood there ten feet from him, caressing her left breast, hefting its full plumpness, drawing its nipple to an even firmer point. She had him again. It was there in his eyes. He started toward her, drawn by the erotic beauty of her lovely big tit, but now she was in control of herself again. Now she had him hanging by a thread, and she had to strengthen that thread without frightening him off again by going too fast with him.
"Stop right where you are, Ken."
He obeyed her, of course, and she covered her exposed breast with her blouse, ready to throw it open again if he threatened to leave.
"Do you want to see more of me like this?" she said, hand inside her blouse, touching the breast he longed to touch.
"Well . . . Yeah."
"Good. I want to see more of you, too, since we're so much alike. But we've got to be mature about this, haven't we?"
"I guess so," he said, scratching at his loins, unaware of that, unaware of anything but her breast, so near and yet so far from him.
"We're both going to think this over tonight, aren't we, Kenny?"
He nodded.
"We're going to give it a lot of thought. Maybe even dream about it. Right?"
"Yes. Yes, Miss Jensen."
"And tomorrow we'll decide if we should meet again like this. That's sensible, isn't it?"
Again he nodded, and now she took a few steps closer to him. Her purse was on the couch. She gave him a brief glimpse of her bare tit as she bent to reach into it. Facing him again, her titty barely concealed, she said, "There's something of mine I want you to take with you while you're thinking about what we've done today. While you're thinking about what might happen between us tomorrow. Will you take it? Will you do as I tell you with it?"
He was hesitant. She took his hand in hers, kissed it lightly and felt it try to withdraw. But it didn't try to withdraw when she slipped it inside her blouse and let it feel the satiny full plumpness of her bare left breast. She let it dwell, let it fondle. She let its erotic warmth suffuse through his body, while she kept hers under stern control.
And then she softly said, "Do you still trust me, Kenny? Do you still trust your teacher to know what's best for you?"
"Yeah," he murmured, and gave her nipple a little tweak that very nearly shattered Joyce's precarious control over herself.
"Then take these with you," she said, and pressed the damp, wadded ball of her panties into his pocket. "No, don't look at them now. Just take them with you. They're a small part of me. Keep them in your pocket as you go home, as you think about what we've done today and what we ought to do tomorrow. Wait till tonight, when you take off your clothes to go to bed. Then take them out and see what the present is I've given you. Put it under your pillow, Kenny, before you go to sleep. In the morning, with a clear head, you can decide if you want to see any more of me. Goodbye now," she said, and touched her lips to his, and pressed her bosom warmly against his chest.
She didn't smile until her new pupil had left the Teacher's Lounge. When she did, it was with the sure knowledge that she had her hands on a boy she could train to fuck and suck and enjoy every hot pleasure that can be known between a teenaged boy and a woman twenty years his senior.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joyce Jensen never drank alcohol. For years she had shied away from it, fearing that a few drinks might make her lose her sense of discretion and go chasing after the first attractive young boy she saw, and wind up losing her job. On that day, however, on that first day of the new school semester, she stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of pre-mixed martinis.
She needed something to relax her that day, so she could think. All the sweet orgasmic pleasures she'd known with Kenny hadn't done a thing to satisfy her gut-deep needs. Those pleasures had only been preliminaries for the true release she had to have, for the big bang of a real orgasm. There was no danger of the alcohol sending her out into the streets after a boy. She had her boy, and she wouldn't be able to see him until the next day. The alcohol would simply relax her, help her get her mind off her burning twat, and allow her to decide just what to do about Kenny.
She sat in the big chair by the window in the apartment she shared with a girl named Billie. She sipped slowly and daintily at the icy liquor, thinking, wondering, yearning, and wishing away the hours until she could fall asleep for the night. Just then, though, her pussy wouldn't let her sleep. She'd taken a cold shower, but that age-old prescription for an itchy box hadn't helped her. Her big hairy twat was still pulsing with desire, still throbbing with its need for young Kenny and his beautiful dick. She was in a quandary. If he was older and lived by himself, she could go to see him and somehow manage to seduce him into her arms, into her bed. But if he was older, she wouldn't want him. If she was a coarse and lusty woman, she could go to a bar, pick up a stranger, and find her satisfaction with him. But she was a lady and couldn't do that sort of thing. All she could do was wait and hope that her young lover, influenced perhaps by her very fragrant panties, would make the bold decision to go on with their affair.
Oh, what treats would be in store, for him if he did. And what excitement and thrills she would know when she overcame his fear and shyness and he came to nestle against her hot and experienced body. She sat sipping and gloating on that, rubbing her twat, pretending her finger was his dick. But no amount of make-believe could bring that to pass.
She had to have him, and that was all there was to it. If he didn't decide to give her what she needed, she'd kidnap him. She'd spirit him off to a desert island and spend the rest of her days there with him, without a stitch of clothes between them, fucking and sucking endlessly in the sun, under the stars. Joyce nestled down in the big chair, clad in only a filmy black peignoir which she rarely wore, wishing he was there, wishing the time would fly by, sipping and dreaming, diddling her clit. The afternoon dwindled to twilight as the level in the bottle dwindled. Joyce was feeling quite relaxed, when . . . BANG, the door burst open and there was her roommate, Billie.
For a moment, Joyce thought it was Kenny. Billie was an airline stewardess. She was gone on flights most of the time, and when she returned to the apartment, she was usually still in uniform. This consisted of short red boots, long tan pantyhose, red hot pants, a tiny red and yellow dress that barely covered up the pants, and a little red derby hat on her head. She was a slender girl of twenty-three, medium height, with short brown hair, an elfin face, and an olive complexion. She usually wore make-up, long false eyelashes, lots of jewelry, and though she had a diminutive bustline and narrow hips, looked entirely feminine in every respect. On this day, however, because of the dim light and because of the nature of her thoughts, Joyce at first mistook Billie for her Kenny. The clothes Billie was wearing helped this errant illusion. Billie was completely out of uniform. Instead of her flight bag, she had a little duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Her head was bare, she wore no make-up or jewelry, and instead of her brief, bright uniform, she had on bell-bottomed jeans and a horizontally striped tank top. Joyce sat straight up in her chair when Billie entered, then settled back down with a dejected sigh when her roommate turned on the light.
Billie, always bubbling with enthusiasm, said, "Wait till you see what I've got in this bag! Kid, you won't believe it!"
"Oh, it's you," said Joyce, and looked out the window.
"Sure it's me. Who the hell were you expecting. Hey, what's the matter? Is this booze you're drinking?" she asked, and came over to smell Joyce's cocktail glass. "What's the matter with my schoolteacher roomie? First day of school get you down, or are you finally coming out of your shell and starting to live?"
"I've got problems," Joyce explained.
Billie sat down on the arm of her chair. "Well, tell me about them. I've got a good ear. I should, after putting up with the stories of all those stinky old cigar-smoking men on the airplanes all day. What's the trouble, Joyce? You know you can tell me. Are you in love?"
Joyce looked up at her friend's sympathetic face with tears in her eyes and nodded. "Yes. I'm in love, and I shouldn't be. It'll only lead to trouble, like before."
She began to cry, and Billie began to comfort her, petting her, soothing her, but not stifling the sobs. "I don't want you to see me like this," Joyce wailed. "I'll have to work it out by myself."
"Nonsense. Tell me all about it. Right from the start. You can trust me. Here. I'll turn the light down low so you don't have to see me. Better?" she said, when she was again on the chair arm with her arm about Joyce's shoulders.
"I don't know where to begin."
"Right at the start."
"It was so long ago. I should've told someone before. And I know I can trust you," said Joyce, and laid her head against her friend's warm side. "It was my first year as a teacher. I used to do extra things for my better pupils. One of them was this boy, Robbie. He was only fifteen years old. It was all very platonic."
"Mmm," said Billie, "aren't fifteen-year-olds just adorable? I picked one up hitch-hiking last week, took him up here and he just about fucked my ears off once I'd shown him what to do with his pecker. Trouble is, they have nothing to talk about and they don't have any money, but there are times when a gal needs something more than conversation and dinner out. But your thing with this kid was just platonic?"
Joyce looked up at her friend with new respect, and said, "I took him on nature walks in the woods. He kept looking up my dress, the little angel. I was dumb then, an innocent myself. But I wasn't afraid of him. I let him look, let him touch, and pretty soon we were out in the forest almost every day, fucking away like mad. Billie, it was the happiest time of my life," she said, clasping hands with the friend in which she had so much in common. "He was a virgin and I was too, almost. All we did was fuck, and I sucked him off once or twice."
"Didn't he go down on you? You should have made him do it. They just love it when you train 'em right. Mind if I help you with this martini? It's good. Go on."
"Robbie did it just one time-and that was the time we got caught."
"By his folks? How exciting!" said Billie, and hugged Joyce.
"No, by the school principal, and it was just awful. His name was Morris, the bastard. He followed us. He suspected what we were doing and he followed us and took pictures. Oh God, it was so sweet to have Robbie's head down between my legs, licking my pussy, kissing it, making me cum and cum and cum . . . and then it looked so dirty when Morris showed me the pictures of it."
"Sweet and dirty," Billie giggled, "that's the way I like it. What happened with the pictures? Did he blackmail you with them?"
"How'd you know? Yes, he blackmailed me, the bastard, and he made me stop seeing Robbie and start fucking him. He was married, of course, and of course his wife was a prude, so he had me do just everything to his big old man-sized horse-cock. The only time it turned me on was when I could pretend it was Robbie I was sucking or fucking, or Robbie going down on me. I hated Morris's whiskers, his cock, I hated everything about him. It went on for seven long years. It still would be going on, but his wife found out about it and he had to give me my transfer to here. Since then I haven't had any sex at all . . . until today."
"Fibber," said Billie, slipping her hand around Joyce's bare throat in a very nice way. "You've had sex with yourself. I've heard you when you thought I was asleep. At times I wanted to join you at it in your bed."
"Why, Billie! You surprise me more and more."
"And I've smelled your playing with yourself. I can even smell it now," she said, and picked up Joyce's limp hand and sniffed it, touched it to her lips.
In the dim light, Billie looked like a distant cousin to Kenny, one who wasn't a bit afraid of sex. She refilled the stemmed glass, sipped from it and held it to Joyce's lips, and Joyce drank without tasting. Billie's fingertips were inside the black peignoir, touching the upper swell of Joyce's breast, and how Joyce wished those were Kenny's little fingers there.
"And today you found yourself a new lover? How old?" Billie asked.
"Fifteen. And he's scared to death of it."
"You can take care of him. Jesus, with a face and figure like yours, you could seduce any male . . . and a lot of females. Cut loose. Go to it. Have a ball. If someone catches you, tell them to go fuck themselves. You can do anything you want to nowadays. You don't have to work as a schoolteacher. Get a job in a boy's club, and you can have all the tender chicken you want. Life's too short to deny yourself anything when it comes to fun. And sex is fun."
"It sure is, when you can get it," Joyce said with a sigh.
"It's all around you," Billie said, and slipped down into Joyce's lap. She was almost in it already, and she settled there softly, with a warm smile on her face, and with her hand completely cupping Joyce's breast. "You can get sex wherever you look for it, Joyce."
Joyce looked down at the hand gently squeezing her breast, looked up at the lazy smile on her friend's charmingly boyish face. "It's funny. You look a lot like my Kenny just now."
Billie wrinkled her button nose. "I used to be a tomboy. I still don't have a very womanly figure. My titties aren't nearly as big as yours. Feel them. Go ahead, Joyce. No, honey, under my shirt. That's right. Mmmm. Ni-i-i-ice. Two sophisticated ladies, playing with each other's titties. Nothing wrong with that when there's no man around. Nothing wrong with it ever. If your Kenny was here you'd be doing nice things with him. And him to you. Joyce?"
"Yes," said Joyce, all confused, very dreamily so.
"If I were to turn myself into Kenny, would you do something nice for me? Would you?"
There was no way she could change into Kenny. Sure, she looked like him in that light, but there were certain obstacles in the way. Not the least of which was in Joyce's hand. Her breast, her little titty, was indeed small. But it was very definitely there, a fascinating little hillock of soft, smooth flesh, crested with quite a hard nipple. It was something a slender boy like Kenny could never have on his smooth chest. What Billie was suggesting was impossible. But still, Joyce had to know more about it.
"What?" said Joyce. "What is it you want me to do that's nice?"
Billie burrowed her face through the thick tresses over Joyce's ear and warmly murmured, "Let me suck you off."
"Billie!" said Joyce, and weakly tried to rise.
But Billie's weight was too much for her, and when Billie whispered again, more urgently, it wasn't her voice that spoke. "Please, Miss Jensen, let me suck you off. I've always wanted to do it. You're so pretty and sexy and sweet. You're my very favorite teacher, and I'd suck you off so good. I know how to do it. Please, Miss Jensen. Let me be a good boy and suck your luscious cunt for you. Please, Miss Jensen. Pretty, pretty please."
"Oh, Kenny," Joyce murmured, before she caught herself. "Please, Billie. Don't do this to me. I'm not that way."
"You like sex and so do I," Kenny's voice persisted. "Let me suck your cunt just once, Miss Jensen. Let me kiss it. Let me smell it. Just let me see it."
"Oh, Kenny. Oh, darling Kenny," Joyce murmured, as the denim and tee-shirt clad figure slid down from her lap, trailing kisses, trailing hands.
She had to open her legs for Billie. She wriggled like a slippery eel, murmuring smutty little endearments, wedging herself between Joyce's legs.
Joyce's cunt smelled strong. She could smell it clearly as the lovely lithe body parted her hotly trembling legs. Her scent was drawing her smoothly eager young lover on, like a magnet. Billie was kissing her breasts through the sheer nylon of her peignoir. She was squirming her supple waist up against the bulge of her hungry twat. She had her little hands all over her, caressing her, loving her. Her Kenny-Billie, on his knees before her, was as eager as Robbie, as knowledgeable about sex as Morris, and even closer than her Kenny had been that wonderful afternoon. And his language- oh-h-h-h-the things he said to her.
"You've sure got the gorgeous big tits, Miss Jensen. Mmmm. I could suck on 'em all day, but there's better things to suck on. Much better. Big old nipples. Let's pull this pretty black thing aside so I can taste 'em right. Mmmm-m-m-m. Lick 'em and suck 'em, just like I've always wanted to when you're up there teaching us all that shit. Mm -m-m-m. Get you all hot, and make your pussy juicy for me. I love to lick pussy, Miss Jensen. First time I did it was with you, and now I can't get enough of it.
"Lay back, Miss Jensen. You don't have to do a thing ... for now. God, you're just gorgeous ! I got something hard for you, Miss Jensen, something awful hard."
"Oh, Kenny, darling Kenny," Joyce moaned, caressing his head, in a reverie of joy as he kissed his way down her belly, opening the gauzy material as he went, his breath hot on her flesh.
"Miss Jensen, you got a cunt like a red hot furnace. It's blasting my chest right now. I'm going to lick it, lick it good for you. I'm going to suck you off good and proper. Nice and hairy. Just the way I like it. Fat old lips. Big old clit. Suck it. Suck you off. Mmmmmmm. M-m-m-m-m-m!"
"Kenny, Kenny, love me!" Joyce cried.
She gripped the arms of the chair and planted her feet firmly on the floor. She tilted her lush hips up and gave him-her the big twat he so adored, all slick with loving wetness, all hot and horny for those lips that knew just how to suck on it.
"Kenny, suck me off! Oh, baby, suck my big cunt for me like I sucked your hot prick! SUCK ME LIKE I SUCKED YOU!"
Joyce almost lost it then. She remembered then who it was on the floor, remembered that the one sucking her cunt so well didn't have a cock to suck, and she almost lost it. But then with a snarl of frustration she opened her legs wider, spread the fat lips of her cunt with the fingers of both hands, and said, low and guttural, "I don't care if you're man or woman, girl or boy, suck my cunt. SUCK IT! Oh Jesus, I need it so bad. And it feels so FUCKING GOOD! NNG! NNG! NNG!" she grunted, humping up against the face between her legs, against the lips encircling her clit. "Make me cum! Jesus Christ, I need it so bad! CUM! MAKE ME CUM, DAMMIT! Couldn't cum all day! Couldn't scare him. Felt good, felt marvelous, but I couldn't really cum! Haven't cum in years! Kenny, I've never really cum as much as I wanted to in my life, and I've got to cum now! SUCK ME! SUCK ME OFF!!! MAKE ME CUM, CUMMMM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M!!!"
It was Kenny down there again and he was going as wild as Joyce was. He was slipping his hot tongue clear down to her asshole, stabbing her there with it and then swirling it up through her gushing slit to suck on her clit again. She was thrashing in the chair, clutching his head, clutching the chair arms. Her hips were fucking steadily, her hair was whipping across her face as she tossed her head from side to side, getting all the heady pleasures she might have missed with him that afternoon. Her tits were jouncing on her chest with her gyrations in the chair, and her lovely big cunt was blasting her time and again with its hot lightning streaks of orgasmic pleasure.
In a hoarse voice she cried, "More! Give me more CUMS! KENNY, I LOVE YOU. MAKE ME CUM-M-M-M-M!!!"
"Jesus, Joyce. When you cum, you really make a meal of it."
"What? What?" said Joyce, as Kenny-Billie's lovely mouth left her, and there was only Billie smiling at her through the dimness, wiping her pretty face, getting up from the floor.
"Not bad, eh, Joyce? Not bad for a beginner."
"Ohh-h-h-h-h," Joyce moaned, and closed her eyes, tried to fight down the lovely tinglings still rippling through her body, brought on by the kiss of a Lesbian. "Oh, Billie, you shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you."
There was a chuckle and the soft rustle of clothing coming off. Oh, God, Joyce thought, now she'll want me to do that to her, and I can't, I just couldn't. I may be queer for boys, but for girls? Never!
"Joyce. Miss Jensen," called a wheedling voice from across the room. "Look what I've got for you. Come and get it, Miss Jensen. Come on, lover. Come to your Kenny."
That wouldn't work now. No matter what Billie said, there was no way Joyce could crawl over there and lick her cunt. She sat there with her eyes closed, letting the good feelings ebb, hearing Billie's voice and not Kenny's . . . wheedling at her, coaxing her, tugging at her. At last, when she had control of herself, she opened her eyes.
And immediately her control left her, for there on the floor before her was Kenny!
There was no question about it, for his cock was right there, up hard! And he was playing with it! He was slowly stroking it, up and down, as he lay on his back, legs together and feet pointing at her. He'd taken his jeans off but was still wearing his little shirt. His smile was very inviting through the darkness, and his prick shone with an almost luminescent light in his hand. He was calling to her, coaxing her on, drawing her out of her chair to him.
Gliding to him, sliding back the folds of her peignoir, she murmured, "That's a nice big stiffie you've got, Kenny. Don't play with it. Save it all for me. Save it for my cunt."
His hand came away from it. It was white as snow. She couldn't see his balls, for his closed legs shut them off from view. But she didn't need those. She needed his cock.
She beamed a smile down on him as she came up his body, standing up, straddling him, until his jutting cock was pointed right straight up at her cunt. She lowered herself down, breathless with anticipation, and she uttered a deep sigh of contentment as the tip of his cock- amazingly hard!-touched her cunt and slipped right on inside.
She settled down on him, tits mashed against his chest. She hugged him and kissed him, smiled with him. Eyes closed, she felt his smile, felt his whole body, but most of all she felt his cock, right up inside her at last. She moved her hips and he moved his. His smile was fading. She could feel that, too. He was breathing faster, getting hotter as she worked over his lovely hard cock with her well-oiled cunt.
"Do you like to fuck, Kenny? Does my cunt feel good?"
"Feels terrific. Just terrific. Gonna cum as much as you did."
"I'll make you cum. Forever, darling. Forever. Nice hard cock. Nice soft pussy. They go together. Forever. I love you, Kenny. I love you."
"Love me. Make me cum. Make me cum good! Oh-h-h-h-h. Oh, there it starts. Oh, shit! So good!"
He was fucking back like a champion now. Her darling little lover was a natural at it. Despite her weight on him, he was bucking up under her very effectively, restoring her orgasms where they'd left off, though now she was concentrating on pleasing him!
She rolled them over on their sides, the better to give him room for the deep thrusts that a man loves to make at orgasm, and she marveled at the duration of his ejaculation.
"Keep cumming, darling. That's it," she said, fucking him, kissing him, fucking him. "Squirt it all out in my cunt. Give me all your good stuff. And, ah-h-h-h-h, it's so good. Yes, make it last! I'll make you come again. As soon as it's over, I'll suck you off . . . really good, better than this afternoon."
"Oh, yes. Joyce, you'll just love sucking cunt."
"What? Wh . . ." Joyce stopped her fucking. She opened her eyes to look into the eagerly smiling face of her roommate. "What the hell's going on here? What's that thing inside me?"
"It's a double-ended dildo, silly. What did you think it was? Isn't it great? We can both get fucked at the same time, and the best thing about it is that it never goes soft! Let's fuck some more, and then suck each other off. Sixty-nine. Okay? Joyce, I just love your pussy!"
"Well, I don't love yours!" Joyce snapped, and tried to pull away from the awful thing in her.
Billie, lithe and slender, was too fast for her. Her slim legs were around Joyce's hips in a flash, and she was then clinging strongly to her with arms and legs both, laughing at her, still fucking her with the false cock.
"Dammit, let me up! Let go of me, you . . . you Lesbian!"
"No, I won't let you up till you give me a good fucking, and one for yourself, too. And I'm not a Lesbian," Billie said laughing at Joyce's efforts. Efforts which only made the thing in her fuck her more, stimulate her more in spite of herself.
"You are a Lesbian, and I want no part of that. Let me up!"
"I'm not a Lesbian, I'm just bisexual. You are too, but you don't know it yet."
"No! I like men!"
"Ha! You like little boys. Groovy. Like them.
Fuck them. Have a ball with them and don't worry about it. And when you get tired of them, try something else. Like men or women or girls. Like dogs or horses."
"You bitch, how can you compare my Kenny to a dog?!? Let me up or I'll kill you!"
"Fuck you, you prude," said Billie, and the rage rose in Joyce.
It rose so strongly it gave her strength. Those wiry legs were too securely locked around her to be able to escape from them just then, but she was able to struggle to her feet. She did this with difficulty, bearing the burden of the Lesbian monkey clinging to her neck and hips, laughing at her, shoving that damned dildo in her. But Joyce got up with her burden. And there in the middle of the room, she set out to kill her roommate.
She backed her hips up and started fucking her. She started slamming that awful thing up Billie's cunt just as hard as she could, striving to drive it through her heart. Feet planted firmly, holding her by her round little boyish buns, she socked it to her good and proper. Exhilaration soared in Joyce as she exacted a heavy, heavy revenge with that wonderful instrument of torture, the double-ended dildo. She jammed it in Billie again and again, though it was slipping and sliding in her own cunt, and she made the bitch cry out in pain.
"EEEE-E-E-E-EK-K-K-K! OH, GOD! OH GAWD, JOYCE!!!"
"Bitch! Bitch!" Joyce snarled, and continued to throw it into her, though she was tiring now, and starting to stagger. "You're a Lesbian bitch and my Kenny is wonderful. Wonderful!"- "He's a dog. A dirty dog! OH! OH GAW-W-W-W-D!!!" Billie shrieked, as Joyce redoubled her efforts.
She was savage with her thrusts. She staggered them both across the room with them, fucking hard all the way. Billie's ankles behind her back had unlocked, and now her feet were dangling floorward. She was jerking like a marionette as Joyce fucked hell out of her with the dildo. Joyce was exultant again. She had to hold the slim stewardess with both hands on her ass to keep her up for more of the punishment, and Billie was still clinging to her neck, but just barely.
Finally Joyce got her up against the wall, and there she fucked her solid. There was no yielding of Billie's body possible here. Joyce just jammed it in her, grinning evilly, fully determined to kill her with it. Billie's hands slipped from around her neck. Joyce went on fucking her as she slipped slowly down the wall.
"NNG! NNG! NNG!!! TAKE THAT AND THAT AND THAT," Joyce grunted.
Billie, spraddle-legged, her ass finally on the floor, grinned a very stupid grin at Joyce. And as the exhausted Joyce finally stopped her punishment, Billie murmured, "God, what a fucker you are. Best ride I've had in a week of Sundays. Thanks, roomie. Good luck with your Kenny. Don't worry about a thing with him. Just go get him, tiger. Go get him and any other fifteen-year-old boy who turns you on. And about a month from now, when I'm rested up from this, let's do it again. Whew!"
As Billie had slipped down the wall, the dildo had slipped out of her cunt. It still protruded from Joyce's cunt in a most obscene manner. Joyce whipped it out and threw it at her roommate, then stalked furiously off to bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
The more Joyce reflected on things, the more she felt that her roommate Billie was right. Certainly she didn't go along with Billie's bisexual tendencies. But she agreed with her that life is short, and that fun should be enjoyed whenever possible. She came to this conclusion after thinking it over during her first six class periods at school that day.
By the time her seventh period study class began, she was ready to do anything she had to in order to have young Kenny's body to the fullest extent. She would use her authority, her experience, her age, anything at all to get him, and she wouldn't waste any time about it. Her pussy was sore from the workout with the dildo the evening before, but her eyes were ready for him the moment he walked in the door.
It was the second day of school and by then all the pupils had some homework to do in Joyce's class. They chatted back and forth for a few minutes before they settled down to their work, but Kenny was working the moment he took his corner desk seat. He didn't even look up at her. It worried Joyce, but she knew she could get his interest back. She had to!
Joyce started a slow tour of her class. Helping here, helping there, she worked her way around to Kenny's desk. And as she approached it, the soreness in her cunt miraculously disappeared. Her lips got swollen and wet. Her clit felt like a tiny tongue, hungrily licking those lips. She leaned over his shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Joyce was going to ask him if he'd slept well, if he'd made his decision, and if he could join her after school at her apartment. Instead, her old lust and her new boldness took over, and she whispered in his ear, "I'm going to suck you off again after school today, darling."
He stiffened in his seat. And then he firmly shook his head, without even looking up at her.
She persisted, saying, "I'm going to make your dick hard, take it in my mouth and suck it till you cum, Kenny."
He hunched over his notebook, breathing faster.
She slid her hand over his shoulder and murmured, "All alone in my apartment. Just you and me. And we'll fuck, Kenny, well fuck each other's ears off."
"No! Go away," he whispered, whining, and Joyce wanted to strangle him.
The pupil in front of him looked around, and Joyce had to move on. She was frustrated to the point of distraction. She had to do something to get that boy! There, four seats ahead of Kenny, sat another boy, black-haired, larger than the object of her desires. She looked back at Kenny with a sneer, and bent over this boy's shoulder.
He was laboring over his math. She helped him with it, smiling more than she had to, hovering close. She knew Kenny would think he was being replaced in her affections. It would get him jealous. It would bring him to her. She spent several minutes with the black-haired boy before going back to her desk. Kenny's face was red. She was sure her plan was working. But then, when the bell rang, Kenny hurried out, and it was the grinning black-haired boy who was the last to leave her room.
Joyce thought her heart would break-and she thought her poor cunt would dry up and die of its disappointment. Her only hope was that Kenny might be waiting for her in the faculty parking lot, and with this in mind she headed for her car. Kenny was not waiting for her there-but the black-haired boy was, and he had a friend with him. They were in an open, near-new convertible, the black-haired boy closest to her in the passenger's seat, a somewhat older boy behind the wheel. Her pupil waved and called her name, and she changed course and went over to the car.
His name was Rick, and he introduced his friend as Pete. Pete, she judged, was about eighteen. He was tall, with a smoothly muscular chest under his tee-shirt. He had thick, blond hair and a very white smile. Rick was smaller, thinner, and he had that element of mischief in his face that was lacking in Kenny's. Like his older friend, Rick was wearing Joyce's favorite fashion for young males-tee shirt and jeans.
She had worn a skirt, blouse and sweater that day, and no stockings at all. Under her clothes she had on a pair of pretty yellow panties and matching bra that was considerably less substantial than the usual kind she wore to school. She stood at the side of the car, looking down at their grins, looking down at the tight pants which outlined their sex. She kept up a conversation about school, and the football team, and while she did she felt the perspiration trickling and the warmth rising from between her legs. Neither of the boys was as attractive as Kenny, but there was two of them, two of them!
"Why don't you get in the car and take a little ride with us, Miss Jensen," said Pete. "We'll show you the places where the kids hang out."
Being so close to them would be incredibly exciting, and she could then go home prepared for a heavy masturbation session. "Thanks, but I shouldn't. It wouldn't look right if I was seen driving around with you."
"Nobody'll see you," said Pete, and pressed the button that made the top begin to go up. "Come on. You're safe with us."
She might even be able to find Billie's dildo when she got home. And Billie might be there to help her use it. "I really shouldn't."
"Aw, please, Miss Jensen," said Rick.
There was no one about to see her get in the car. Joining them might lead to even more than excitement. And the fifteen-year-old's wistful look was so very appealing. "Fine, I'll go with you. But just for a little while."
Rick jumped right out, and Joyce found herself seated on the soft leather cushions between the two boys. The acceleration of the car pushed her back against the seat as Pete took off. They were both grinning at her, talking about school, as school was left far behind them. Their pricks were so close that Joyce had to clasp her hands tightly in her lap. Already hot excitement was surging in her. If only Kenny was there. . . .
"Boy, you sure do smell good, Miss Jensen," said Rick. "That perfume you're wearing is something else," he said, and leaned excitingly close to sniff at her hair.
Pete leaned closer too, pushing at her with his shoulder, inhaling deeply. "Yeah. You really do smell good, Miss J."
She made herself laugh, and she said, "I've got the bottle in my purse, if you really like it."
"If they could bottle what you smell like," said Pete with a wicked grin, "somebody'd make a fortune. Hey, how'd you like to see where us kids go to make out with our chicks at night?"
"No, thanks. I don't suppose it's much different from where we used to go when I was your age."
He looked her up and down, quite boldly, a little frighteningly. He said, "That wasn't so long ago. Let's go up there. Okay?"
"Please, Miss Jensen," said Rick. "It's not far."
"Well, all right," she said, and patted his leg. She touched him through his jeans, felt his hard young body for a moment, and it made her squeeze her thighs together hard.
Up they went, through narrow streets that wound in and out of a residential area. All the turns kept swaying the closely seated trio against each other. Joyce rocked back and forth, feeling pleasantly dizzy, swaying against the bodies of two young males who were every bit as good as that silly Kenny.
"Beautiful view," she said when they were parked on a bluff, and she was looking out through the windshield at the city.
"Sure is," said Pete. "Right, Rick?"
"Yeah-h-h-h-h," said the younger of the two.
They were both looking at her. They were devouring her with their hot young eyes as she sat up straight and looked ahead. Her pussy and her tits were itching for a touch, but her mind was still very fearful. Compared to Kenny, these two were a pair of ruffians. She'd been foolish to come with them. All alone now, out of earshot of anyone but the birds in the trees, she could be raped, killed. And if she encouraged them, she could lose her job if they talked about it, which they certainly would.
"What's your first name, Miss J?" Pete asked.
"Joyce," she said, and settled back against the seat, took off her glasses and regarded them with a calm smile.
"That's a pretty name, and you're sure a pretty woman. Especially with those glasses off."
"I'll say," echoed Rick. "And I bet you'd be even prettier with your hair down."
"What a pair of young flirts you two are," she said with a laugh, and with the recollection that she'd come with them for just this- flirtation, excitement. She began to relax a little.
"I bet you spent a lot of time in places like this when you were in high school," said Pete.
"No, my parents were very strict," she said, "but I'm sure you two handsome devils are regulars here."
"Who's flirting now?" said Pete, and all three of them laughed together. They were nice boys, not so different from Kenny at all. They were just out for some fun, and after all, wasn't that what Joyce was after?
"You should see it up here on a summer night, Joyce," said Pete. "It's a regular automobile orgy."
"I can imagine."
"They call it Cherry Hill because so many have been lost up here that someday the hill will be covered with cherry trees."
She laughed with them, though she knew she shouldn't. She laughed while they nudged her and snickered, having fun, just like she was.
"You're the best-looking girl who's ever come up here," said Rick. "Heck, you're the best-looking girl in school!"
"I'm not exactly a girl, but I am flattered." Rick was more than a little excited. Pete was too, but he kept it well hidden. She wanted them both to be excited, and lusting for her as Kenny apparently was not. Their excitement would add to hers, and life was made for excitement, for fun. "Would you like me to take my hair down, Rick, and then see if I'm as pretty as you think?"
"Boy, that'd be great!"
"Or would you rather take it down yourself? There's only a few little pins holding it up."
"Could I???"
"Of course you could," she said, and turned on the seat until her back was to the fifteen-year-old and she was facing the eighteen-year-old with the hunger in his eyes and the smile on his lips.
He looked her over, slowly and with appreciation. She sat there, enjoying it, feeling weak and yet feeling very strong. At last he said, "Know what I'd like to take down?"
"No, Pete. What would you like to take down?"
"Your panties."
"Oh? Aren't you the big, bold loverman. Is that your line with the girls in school? If so. . . ."
"You're not a girl. You're a damned sexy woman, Joyce, and I want to get in your pants."
"Oooo, you scare me," she said, with mock consternation. Behind her Rick had succeeded in loosening her hair, but he'd gone stock still when his friend had made his lewd proposition. Now Joyce leaned back against him, as if trying to draw away from Pete. "Save me from him, Rick," she said, and laughed, and settled more warmly against him.
"Yeah, I'll save you," he said, with his breath hot in her hair, and with his little hands creeping up her sides, under her arms.
Pete, looking down at her bunched up skirt, said, "How about it? You want to fuck? I'd sure like to fuck you. Joyce."
"He's threatening me again, Rick," she said. She made a show of trying to back off from him, and she succeeded in reaching around behind her and finding Rick's prick, covered with denim and hard as a rock. He squirmed and moaned under her, and his fingers went on to the soft sides of her breasts. "Pete," she said, "don't you know that's no way to get what you want from a girl, or a woman?"
He laid his hand tentatively on her knee, and he said, "I thought you might be in a hurry. But I can be smooth, too."
It was beyond a flirtation now. She remembered what Billie had said about life being short, and she said, "I've got all afternoon, boys."
Pete grinned, and both his hands went to Joyce's knees. They described little circles as they moved up, toward her throbbing pussy. Rick sighed, and both his hands moved around to cover her tingling breasts. Both pairs of hands were trembling, as if afraid she'd stop them. She didn't stop them. And she didn't even let herself think about Kenny as she parted her legs a bit for Pete and continued to feel of Rick's boydick behind her.
"You did a nice job with my hair-pins, Rick. What do you think you can do with my blouse buttons?"
"Oh, man!" he said, and his fingers clumsily flew.
Pete watched him at his very pleasant work. Still caressing Joyce's bare legs-ever higher- he grinned like a snake while he watched the blouse come open and the well-filled yellow bra appear. Fingertips six inches from her crotch, he whistled low as the two little hands squeezed Joyce's titties through the yellow lace.
Pete said, "Might as well show us all you've got, eh, Joyce?"
"Might as well. Can you do bra hooks, Rick?" she said, and leaned forward.
His hands slipped around off her breasts, but she kept her hand firmly on his hot little pecker. There in the front seat of the convertible, far from prying eyes, the schoolteacher leaned forward wetting her lips with her tongue. The high school boy behind the wheel leaned close and kissed her, and as she stabbed her tongue in his mouth, the one behind her succeeded in unhooking her brassiere.
The sucking kiss lengthened and deepened. They swirled tongues and breathed into each other's mouths while Rick's trembling hands reached bare tit and Pete's probing fingers touched hot, wet nylon. For several long, delicious minutes the trio was frozen into a scarcely moving tableau. Mouths sucked and tongues tangled. Schoolboy hands squeezed deeply at Joyce's luscious big tits. Schoolboy fingers pulled and poked at her hard nipples, while other schoolboy fingers wormed their way inside the hem of her tight crotchband. Her lips stuck to Pete's for an extra moment as she at last leaned back against Rick again, sighing.
"God damn!" Pete murmured, flushed of face and glassy of eye, while behind her, Rick's hot breath and hard cock told of his excitement. She had them both just where she wanted them.
"Well," she said, and slipped her bra down over her arms, "do you like what I've got?"
"God damn! I never saw a pair of tits like that in my life!" Pete exclaimed, and began pawing them along with Rick.
She looked down and watched them, thrilled at the sight of not one, but two pair of hot young hands on her proud beauties. The way they were pushing them around made them look bigger than they actually were, and that was saying something for she had very large breasts. Very prominent, too, but those four hands on her there were all but turning them into marshmallows.
"Of course," she said at last, "there's more to me than just my big old titties."
"Huh?" said Pete. "Oh, yeah!" he went on, and his smoothness was gone now as he returned his hands to her thighs.
She helped him along. She helped him undress her by lifting her hips off the car cushion and tugging her skirt up, aiding him as he pulled down her tight yellow panties. And she helped direct his future actions with her words. "You really like pussy, Pete?"
"Do I ever! ? I'm a real pussy hound!"
"Like to eat it?"
"Yeah-h-h-h-h."
"Then go to it, baby. Eat teacher's pussy. It's all yours."
He kicked the driver's door open and hunkered right down. He was so eager that he only got her panties over one of her feet before he had his face between her legs and was covering Joyce's hot box with equally hot kisses. She ruffled his blonde hair and grinned down at the top of his head. She tilted up her hips for him and spread her legs wider. Rick, still kneading her tits with his hot little hands, was trying to crane his head over her shoulder to see the action below, the source of the wet kissing sounds. She patted his hard prick and said, "Don't worry, baby. You'll get your turn at it too, if you want to try eating a little pussy."
"I sure do!" he said, and she squeezed his cock again.
Talk about living life, this was it. She had one boy eating her twat and another loving up her tits, and all she had to do was lay back and enjoy. As frosting on her sexy cake, she had a hard young cock in her hand. Billie should see her now-she'd be proud of her.
Kenny should see her now-he'd go running home to his papa.
But to hell with them. To hell with everything but the pleasures she was getting from these two boys, pleasures which were long overdue her. She was going to swing out in the future, without a thought to the consequences. Nothing was going to stop her from having the full joy of life and sex. This was only the beginning for her, and at thirty-four, she still had a long way to go.
Joyce managed to twist around and get her mouth on Rick's. While Pete steadily kissed her pussy, she gave the younger boy a few lessons in the art of French kissing. All the while she kept her hand working on his cock. His denims were all wet there. She had him close to cumming, and she loved that. She loved it for the excitement of the moment, and for the knowledge that his youth would serve to get his cock primed and loaded for another discharge.
Down below, Pete was getting close to home. Joyce took her mouth from Rick's to murmur, "Suck me right there, Pete. Right there. Yes-s-s-s. Yessss-s-s-s-s-s-s!"
He had her right on the button. In comparison to Billie, he was clumsy with his sucking and tonguing, but even his clumsiness added to Joyce's excitement as she felt a good climax approaching. An even greater additive came when she was inspired to get Rick's pants open and feel his naked boy dick.
She had to work fast, for the feelings in her twat were swelling rapidly. As they grew, she was the one who became clumsy, tugging too hard at Rick's button, yanking too quickly at his zipper tab. She was panting and grabbing, bucking upward with her hips and digging deep with her hand. Now she had to try to hold back the smash of orgasm, and this she was just able to do until she got her fingers firmly wrapped around a boydick, all moist and sweaty from its confinement and its spilt seminal fluid, all hard and hot and itching to get where that other boy's tongue was.
"Nnnngg! Gawd, it's so beautiful!" she moaned, clutching the pure dick, letting the orgasm burst in her.
"It's such a nice hard one, and I've got to feel it in me!" she gasped, pulling the prick till its owner yelped, and with her other hand, pushing her cunt-eater's head down harder between her upraised legs.
"YES, MAKE IT CUM!!!" she cried, as now she felt a hot spurt of jism shooting up to cover her bare back with its delicious syrup.
"CUM, CUM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!" she squalled, pumping the boydick in her hand just as hard as she was pumping the woman-cunt between her legs.
And then, at the height of her climax, the blonde one wrenched his wet face up, saying, "I gotta fuck you now! I just gotta!"
"Eat me some more, damnit! Eat me just a little more!"
"I want to put it in you!" he said, tearing at his pants.
"Rick," she implored, using her hand on her pussy to keep the good feeling flowing. "Rick, eat my pussy now. Please, honey. I want just a little more of it bef . . . Oh, Gawd, look at that!" she gasped, as Pete's prick hove into view.
It was as straight and smooth as a boy's but as big as any man's she'd ever seen, even in the porno pictures Morris had given her. It had come springing right out of Pete's jeans, and already it was homing in on her cunt, steaming hot and still twinging with orgasmic delights that stemmed from Pete's lively tongue.
"Get it in me! Come on!" she said, with a hoarse voice and a feverish tone.
"Can't I eat you first?" Rick begged behind her.
"Later," she said, sliding down lower on the seat to get her twat closer to Pete's big prick, but still retaining her grip on Rick's smaller organ.
Pete was again clumsy in his eagerness. He had a good, man-sized prick. It was far bigger than the dildo that had been in her cunt the day before. It was bigger than Morris's prick, and Morris was well built down below. Without a doubt, it was the biggest cock Joyce had ever seen. And when he at last got it fitted between her pouting pussy lips, when he had the wet end of it lodged in the portals of her cunt, she said, "Just stick it right in! Hurry up!!! Give it to me all at once. I need it so bad, so fucking bad!!! EEK!!!"
There was slight pain from that sudden initial insertion, but in a flash it was gone and Joyce was filled up with hard cock. She rolled her hips on the seat, squealing with delight, while the big blond boy fucked her with no restraint. She knew from his excitement that he would cum at any moment, and so now she held nothing back at all. She let the orgasms flow-BANG! BANG! BANG!-while her head rocked back and forth in the other boy's lap and her pussy jumped up to meet the staccato drives of that big prick in her.
The younger boy was watching raptly as his teacher got herself fucked very thoroughly. As he watched, his hands kept kneading and feeling of her jouncing tits. Her hand was behind her rocking head, still clutching his boydick. All she had to do was turn her head, reach out with her tongue, and she was able to lick the sweet cream from his half-hard cock while the fully hard one went on slamming into her.
"She's blowing me! Pete, she's blowing me!" Rick cried, as Joyce, orgasming heavily, got his lovely young cock sucked deep into her mouth.
"MMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" she moaned, as now, from both above and below, she was being filled with young cock. Pete's was quite hard, and Rick's was rapidly approaching that happy condition as she sucked on him with an ardor born more of orgasmic frenzy than of sexual artistry.
"Good! Great," Pete panted back to his younger friend. "I'm next for that. But right now . . . right now . . . ur-r-r-rrggh . . . right now I'm cumming!!! OH SHIT! URRRGII! MAN, AM I EVER CUMMING!!! OH UR-RRGH!! SHIT!! HEY!! WOW!!! CUMMING SO FUCKING GOOD I CAN'T STAND IT!!! WoooooooooooWOW-W-W-W-W-W-W!!!"
YES!!! YES!!! Joyce shouted inside her head as she felt the good stuff flow from his pistoning cock into her sucking cunt. She wanted to see it shooting out, but there was no way in the world she could lift her head from Rick's lap without taking that prick from her mouth. And there was no way she could take her mouth off that prick when it was getting hard for her. She felt Pete's ejaculations rather than saw them. They squirted up inside her, coinciding with the top dead center jammings of his wonderfully big, stiff cock. His jism squirted up against the farthest end of her love channel and spread out to lubricate her already well-oiled cuntwalls for another of his deep and deeply satisfying drives. But all good things must come to an end-at least temporarily-and far too soon for Joyce, Pete's groans turned into sighs and his stabs turned into easy slides. Pete was finished before she was, but she'd prepared for that with her mouth and tongue.
She held Rick's fully hard prick against her hot cheek as she said to him, "I think it's about time you fucked teacher now, loverman."
Pete just drawing his long cock out of her, laughed and said, "Aren't you going to go down on her first, buddy."
"Are you kiddin'!" said the younger boy. "Her snatch has your jism all over it!"
Immediately Joyce's head jerked up. She had to see that, and see it she did. Throughout the damp dark tangle of her matted pubic hair were sparkling silver threads of cum, spewed there in Pete's final throes of excitement as he'd drawn his cockhead complete out during his ejaculations. His cum shone like pearls there, and made Joyce hotly crave for more of that kind of ornamentation.
She was hot again as she scrambled about, turning herself on the seat, panting and saying, "You don't have to lick my cunt, Rick. All you've gotta do is fuck it. But this time I want to see your beautiful prick when it shoots! Stick it in. Fuck me, Rick! FUCK ME NOW!"
He was so much smaller than Pete that she thought she wouldn't really feel his first insertion, but she was wrong about that. She saw every inch of that slim white organ slide through her snarled fur and disappear between her reaching red lips, and she further saw the expression of great joy that lit up the boy's face as he slipped his hot cock in a lively wet hole. It was beautiful-and so was that bigger dick, all wet with mixed love juices, that was curled over her face. There was a drop of cum hanging by a tiny wet string, and as Rick vigorously pushed and pulled his slippery cock in and out of her welcome hole, she reached out with her tongue and dabbed up the drooling drop.
Delicious.
She slipped her hand around Pete's strong hip, and it took very little urging from that hand before the eighteen-year-old bent down and let her suck in the whole length of his limber dick.
It wasn't limber for long. Rick's pistoning prick was as hard as it could be, and within a few delightful minutes Joyce felt Pete's prick responding to her practiced sucking and tonguing. It swelled up and got hard in her mouth. She lay there getting fucked on the front seat of the car, happily sucking another boy's cock. She had just the head of it in her mouth, while in her cunt was the full length of Rick's cock. Her hand worked over the rest of Pete's cock. It milked that lovely hard thing thoroughly, coaxing it to the condition she craved, while the boys talked back and forth among themselves.
"Fucking's great, eh, Rick?"
"Lotta work, but it's great!"
"Yeah-h-h-h. She gives a good blow job, all right."
"You gonna cum in her mouth?"
"I don't know if she goes for that," said Pete, "but I'm gettin' pretty close. Whew!"
Of course she went for boys cumming in her mouth, but she had no way of telling them that just then, for her mouth was too filled with cock. That was just as well, for at that point, on that day, Joyce didn't want to drink a full measure of boy cum. She had something else in her sexually seething mind, and she was working toward it with both her mouth and her cunt, sucking and fucking two dicks at once, pacing them toward their climaxes.
"Oh, cripes! Oh, Pete!" Rick gasped, and Joyce worked faster with her hand and with her mouth.
"Yeah! Wow! Me too, partner!" said Pete, and now Joyce increased the upward humping of her hips.
"Together!" Rick exulted. "We're gonna do it at the same . . . OH! . . . time!"
"YES!" she cried, whipping Pete's hot dick from her mouth, flipping Rick's ready cock from her cunt. "YES, YES, YES!!!" she shouted, as, with a boycock in each hand, she milked them both rapidly.
She lay there on the sweat-soaked leather, writhing like a feverish snake, pumping those two cocks and watching with greedy eyes as they spewed for her. She saw every droplet of hot white cum spurt out at her and kiss her contorting body. Never mind her cunt and her mouth now, she was filling her eyes, her brain with the vision of these two immature males, shooting all over her. It went on the remnants of her clothes, on her undulating belly and lolling tits. It went to add more pearls to her fur, and it rained down on her face and lips, where she could taste it without missing sight of a single speck that came gushing out of the two well-used young peckers. She pumped them both dry, and as the boys sighed and smiled, Joyce relaxed completely and flattened against the seat cushion.
"Man, I'm pooped," said Rick.
"Me too," said Pete. "Let's go grab a coke. I'll buy."
"Great! Uh . . . should we take her?"
"If she really wants to go," Pete said skeptically, "but somebody might see her with us."
"No. No, thanks," said Joyce, yawning. "Just take me to my car. I have to get home and grade some papers."
They didn't say much as they took her back down the hill. They dropped her off without even asking if they could fuck her another time, but she knew they'd be back for more of her body. These two lusty boys would want her a second time, even though her Kenny didn't.
CHAPTER SIX
Miss Joyce Jensen's pussy was aching next morning from the double-ended dildo and from the double fucking she'd received from the boys on Cherry Hill, but she didn't mind it. It was a reminder that she was getting more fucking than she'd ever had in her life, and she could put up with that.
Her future looked good. Even if Kenny wasn't interested in her, Rick and Pete certainly were, and if she could get away with fucking and sucking with them, she could do the same with other boys at school. If she got caught, there was always another job to be had, and more eager boys to be found elsewhere. If the job was a menial one, she's just drown her troubles with boys. And who could tell, she might even learn to enjoy a little lesbian sex now and then, just for the variety of it. Joyce got out of bed feeling good.
She showered and dried and she powdered her sore pussy carefully. She put on some sexy little undies that Morris had bought for her and a bright and summery dress that she felt would be appealing to Rick and Pete, or to any of the other boys at school. She put her hair in a pony tail instead of the usual bun, and she even put on a little make-up before going off for another day at good old Belmont High.
Her new appearance succeeded in attracting males. Several teachers who'd previously all but ignored her now stopped her in the halls for some conversation and a look down her dress. She was courteous but not encouraging to them, appreciating their interest in her tits, but not being attracted to them at all. The boys paid more attention to her, too. She could feel them ogling her as she sauntered down the hall, and their whistles behind her back were equally enjoyable. It was a grand feeling to know she could have Rick and Pete as sexual partners with just a snap of her fingers, and that beyond them there were hundreds of more boys she could easily lure into her arms and into her pussy. She was in a position to pick and choose, and she reveled in it all day-until seventh period.
There was Kenny again, avoiding a glance in her direction, looking absolutely miserable. Rick was there too, of course, gazing hotly at her as she sat behind her desk, but now Rick looked coarse and juvenile, while Kenny looked utterly beautiful to her. She longed for him more than ever before, and she saw the other boys as so many wooden Indians. She knew then that she had to have that boy, and she set about to get him at once.
Behind the cover of a folder on her desk, she drew a picture. It was a crude one, for she was no artist, but when it was completed there was no question about the identities of the smiling boy who was busily fucking the big-titted woman. She encircled it with a heart, folded it, and took it with her on her rounds of the studying pupils. As before, all the soreness vanished from her pussy when she got to within a yard of her Kenny, and as before, she felt almost ill with desire as she bent over his shoulder.
Joyce spoke soft and low, directly into his blushing ear. "Kenneth, yours was the shortest mini-biography of all that were turned in on the first day of school. I want you to enlarge it on this piece of paper and deliver it to me half an hour after the close of class. I'd hate to have to give you an incomplete grade in a study period class. I'll be in the Teacher's Lounge," she said, and laid her folded drawing on his desk and went on her way.
Rick reached out and touched her leg in passing, but it had hardly any effect on her at all. She got back to her desk and looked at Kenny. His face was down, but he was definitely blushing. With all her heart, she hoped that her crude drawing would do its job. She hoped that her picture would speak more than a thousand words to him, and that they'd be words that got his cock up hard and beautiful.
The minutes dragged by, but at last her final class of the day was over with. Kenny left the room with his notebook clenched against his loins, and this was a hopeful sign. All her study pupils left except Rick, who dawdled around his desk until teacher and schoolboy were alone in the classroom. He came up to her desk grinning and looking at her tits. This was a boy who appreciated her. She could have as much as she wanted of him, and in time he'd surely make her forget about Kenny. He was there and Kenny was gone, but still she longed for her brown-haired shy boy. "Can I help you, Rick?" she coolly said. Grinning mischievously, he said, "Yeah. You can fuck me again. Pete, too. We'll meet you up on Cherry Hill in about an hour."
"Oh? You will, eh?"
Her stern tongue caused his grin to falter, but it returned as he said, "That's right. You be up there or we're gonna tell on you."
She shook her head in disgust. "You ungrateful little bastard, you. Is that the thanks I get for being nice to you and your friend?"
He twisted his hands in front of him and said, "Well, Pete said...."
"I don't care what Pete said!" she snapped. "But you'd better listen to what I have to say, and tell it to Pete, too. You two go ahead and tell everyone in town about what happened up there. I don't really give a damn because no one will believe you. I have an impeccable record as a teacher, and the tales told by two brats like you and your friend can't possibly harm me. And now you may go."
His smile was completely gone now. He begged, he pleaded, he apologized, but Joyce remained adamant in her refusal to even listen to him. By the time he slunk dejectedly out of her classroom, she felt very sure of herself again, very able to be in complete command of any teenager at all. She walked through the abandoned hallway with the sure knowledge that she'd have command over Kenny that day, too.
Joyce arrived at the Teacher's Lounge just a few minutes before Kenny was due. She was smiling as she closed the door behind her and unbuttoned the top of her dress. She peeled it down to her waist and completely removed her brassiere, then sat down on the couch, stripped naked to the waist, all ready for his surprised arrival. He arrived right on time, but his arrival was announced by the piece of paper that was slid under the door.
Joyce muttered a curse and sprang to her feet to pick it up. She opened out its folds and glanced at it. It was the drawing she'd done, and across it he'd scrawled, I HATE DIRTY PICTURES! I HATE YOU!
Hot rage swelled in her naked bosom. She yanked open the door and poked her head out to peer down the hall. It was completely empty of anything but the rows of olive drab lockers, and the forlorn figure of Kenny, trudging down the hall with his notebook in his hand and his head down. He was almost to the end of the hall, but Joyce's stern voice, echoing through the corridor, stopped him in his tracks.
"Kenneth! You come right back here!"
He shook his head, no. But he started to turn around. And as he did, Joyce stepped out into the hall. She was standing there with her fists on her hips and a grim look on her face-and with her big bare tits pointed straight at him when at last he'd turned to face her.
Even at that distance she saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop. It didn't take any other command but that of her naked breasts to start him back to her. They stuck right out at him, quivering with the indignation that Joyce felt for the boy's lack of appreciation for her. Their big nipples and aureoles were like two angry red eyes, staring back at him, drawing him on. He was still a good twenty feet from her when she was able to see how well her bare bosom had worked on him. There she could see the bulge in his pants. Shy as he was, his fascination in her thrusting nudity was such that he'd forgotten completely to cover his erection with his trusty notebook. Without a word, she held the door open for him to pass by her. The little angel, he couldn't take his gaze from her big white breasts, beautifully capped with pink, as he entered the room. Joyce was smiling triumphantly to herself as she bolted the door behind him.
"What's the meaning of this?" she said, holding out the paper to him.
"Huh?" he said, still gaping at her bare tits.
"I asked you what you meant by insulting me like this. What do you mean, you hate dirty pictures? I can understand your hating me. Lots of students hate their teachers. And I can understand your hating dirty pictures. They're not nice at all. But this isn't a dirty picture. It's a picture of two people fucking, and there's nothing in the world dirty about fucking. I'm sorry if I'm not as good an artist as you are, but I'm insulted that you think my picture of us together is dirty. Why is it any dirtier than the one you drew of me?"
"That was dirty too," he said, properly confused, getting apologetic again.
"It was nothing of the kind," she said. "It was just a picture of me without my clothes on. Is that dirty? Do you think my naked breasts are dirty?" she asked, and cupped her hands under them, hefting and jiggling them before his goggling eyes.
"Oh, no! Gee, they don't look dirty at all."
"Exactly," she said. "They may be sexy, but they're not dirty. Do you think my breasts are sexy or dirty, Kenny?" she asked, coming a step closer, gratified that he didn't back off.
"Sexy. Yeah, they're sexy, not dirty." He started to take a step forward, then caught himself. He said, "But I gotta go now."
She shrugged, still fondling her breasts. "Suit yourself. But I want that paper of yours completed by tomorrow. And I'd still like to talk to you about your silly notions about what's dirty and what's sexy. Going to kiss teacher goodbye?"
He darted his gaze up into her eyes, looked down and said, "I better not."
"That's up to you, Kenny. But I don't think a little kiss goodbye would hurt you," she said, and with that she lifted her left breast and touched her pursed lips to the end of it. She looked up at him through her lashes as she swirled the point of her tongue around the rigid nipple, and was pleased at his glazed look and his heavy breathing.
"Nice. Tastes like more," she said, smiling and caressing her breast with both hands. She formed a wide circle with her thumbs and her forefingers and placed it over the full cone of her left breast. She drew the circle back, extruding the nipple, and aureole, and much of her creamy white breast through it, and she said, "I suppose you think it's dirty to kiss someone goodbye, too."
"Noooo," he said, and he took that step forward, the step Joyce had been waiting for, the one that felt as good as a hand sliding down to clasp her warm crotch. "No, a kiss goodbye isn't dirty."
"And is being naked dirty?"
"Huh-uh," he said, shaking his dear head, still staring.
"And you really want to kiss me goodbye now . . . right here?" she said, and cupped her left breast with her left hand, while with her right forefinger she drew little circles on her stiff-standing nipple. "Just once?"
He nodded, completely hypnotized. "Yeah."
"You can, you know," she said, "if you'll take off all your clothes first."
He stiffened with a jerk. "Take off all my clothes?!?"
"Gracious, you're even more shy than you were the last time we were together here," she said, laughing. "Well, it's all up to you, Kenny. As you've seen, I don't really need you to kiss my pretty titties."
With that Joyce turned her back on him and sauntered to the couch, sat down on the edge of it. With her back very straight and her tits very forthright, she sat there wetting her smiling lips with her tongue, and caressing and squeezing her lovely big breasts with both hands. Kenny stared and stared, and Joyce lifted one breast and then the other to her lips.
She kissed the ends of them lovingly, with parted lips, and she made sure the boy of her desires saw her tongue adding further warmth to her kisses.
"Since I'm doing it to myself, it's a form of masturbation, really. But I enjoy it, so I do it. I enjoy it even more when someone else is kissing my titties. Oh. Should I call them titties in front of you? Is that dirty language?"
He shook his head, wetting his lips now. "There's nothing dirty about you, Miss Jensen."
She blew him a little kiss and said, "You're sweet. But I do have some things at home that you might call dirty. Those pictures I told you about. I don't know if they're dirty or sexy. Maybe you could help me decide one of these days when you have some time. Dirty or sexy, I just don't know. But I do know I like to look at them sometimes. They make me feel all nice and warm and funny inside. But we can decide about my pictures some other time. Now I know you're in a hurry to go. Are you going to kiss me goodbye before you leave?" she asked, and kissed her right nipple again. She pretended it was the rosy head of his cock touching her lips, and this helped her to shoot him a look of deepest sensuality.
"Jeezus-peezus," he said, and began ripping off his clothes.
Joyce leaned back on the couch and watched.
He was disrobing very quickly and jerkily, but to her it was far more erotic than the slowest, most alluring strip tease ever performed on a stage.
His smooth tan chest, dotted with fine little brown nipples, appeared as he tore off his tee shirt. His adolescent muscles stood out softly as he hopped around, taking off his shoes and socks. He unfastened his pants and jerked them down, and as he kicked them off his feet, she could clearly see the outline of his marvelous little boydick, making a tent of the soft white material of his jockey shorts. The shorts came down in a flash, and he stood rigidly before her, arms at his sides, and said, "There! I'm naked!"
"You certainly are, and you're beautiful," she said, looking right at his prick as it stood up and out from his body. A fine prick, one that had yet to slide into a cunt, and though her cunt was pursing her lips for it, she restrained herself.
This was a boy she had to go easy with if she wanted all of him. And she did want all of him, including his balls. They were sweet walnuts in a sack of softest skin. They were unprotected now, and it was her fondest desire to feel them rolling softly in her hand. She wanted to hold them, to wrap her soft lips around them. She wanted to feel them slapping hotly up against her ass as the boy fucked her for all he was worth.
"Well . . . can I . . . kiss you goodbye now?" he said.
"All you want, darling. All you want."
She sat up straight on the edge of the couch again, just in time to present both of her lovely big breasts to him as he fell to his knees before her. She'd expected him to be clumsy, and he was, in a way, but he was so gentle and loving with his kisses that his inexperience at this hardly showed. He loved what he was doing, and he seemed afraid to hurt her. His hands, his kissing lips, all of him was atremble as he held the big beauties in his hands and moved his puckered lips over them. He kissed their blue-white bulging roundness. He put his wet lips on the corrugated rim of her aureoles and kissed her there. He took each nipple in between his lips and sucked on it and touched it with his tongue. He thrilled his teacher.
"Feels nice," she murmured, smoothing her hands over her breasts, lifting them to his eager mouth. "Do you like it?"
He nodded, and she laughed softly and ran her hands over his head and through his hair. "Of course you like kissing my titties. What young man wouldn't? And Kenny, you're the only young man who does this to me. Does that make you happy?"
Again he nodded, slowly, and with feeling this time. She wanted to crush him to her breast, have him bite and maul her tits, but she restrained herself. She wanted to throw him on the floor and fuck him to exhaustion, but she knew that if she was to see him again and train him some more, she had to hold back. She'd gone too fast with him before and it had scared him off. This was just about as far as she'd go with him today. And another step further next time, and the time after that. . . .
"Honey, it feels so good the way you kiss my titties that you're getting me all worked up. You'd better stop soon, or I'll have to find some young man to give me some satisfaction. That or play with myself."
Much to her disappointment, he drew away from her titty. "You'd let somebody f-fuck you?"
"Well, you obviously don't want to. And it's either that or play with myself."
"Don't do it with anybody else," he said, with tears in his eyes. "Wait till I'm ready to do it to you."
She laughed, softly and cruelly. "And when will that be? In another five years? Darling, I don't know if I can wait that long for you."
She kissed him to prove her point. She kissed him very sensuously, working her wet lips on his, sucking gently on his tongue, holding his cheeks in her hands as he knelt before her, trembling all over and playing with her tits.
Slowly ending the kiss, she said, "When are you going to be ready to slip your prick in me, Kenny? When?"
"I don't know," he moaned. "As soon as I can figure things out. I gotta go. T better go," he said, and got to his feet.
His prick was right before her eyes then, and there was no way in the world she could hold back from touching it. Her hand wrapped right around it, keeping him right where he was for the moment. And before he could tear away from her, she'd touched its rosy end to the equally rosy tip of her left breast.
"They like to kiss just like we do," she said, moving the velvety head of his boydick all around her stiff and throbbing nipple.
"Just look. They're fucking," she said, and drew them together until the creamy fullness of her breast obscured both her nipple and his cockhead.
"Kenny, that feels very nice," she murmured, getting hypnotized herself now as she guided the wetted end of his prick over her breasts, between them, under them.
"It feels nicer all the time," she purred, and writhed her torso forward, thrusting her tits up under his prick to feel his soft balls with her hard nipples.
"Looks nice, too, Kenny. Look. Look, darling," she murmured, and closed her tits over the length of his prick.
His body was all swayed forward, and his prick was standing almost straight up. With her two hands, Joyce had pushed her big breasts together against it, enveloping it entirely in her soft warmth. He moaned and shifted his hips, and then it was her turn to moan with delight as the rosy red head of his cock peeped out from between the creamy upper swells of her tits. The eye of it was wide open, and the head was glistening with his wetness. She stared down at it, smiling, and began to move her torso in the same slow rhythm he was moving his hips.
"Look, Kenny," she said. "Isn't it beautiful. You, your prick, fucking my tits. God, it's gorgeous!"
"Fucking your tits!" he exclaimed. "Oh Jee-zus!"
"Getting your nice wet cum-juice all over them. Making them feel good. Making me feel good."
"Fucking your tits. My prick . . . sliding all over 'em."
"In between them."
"Yeah-h-h-h-h. And right in your big red nipple!"
"Push, darling. Fuck my big old titties. Make 'em feel good."
"You're so soft!"
"And you're so hard. Hold my tits, Kenny darling. Put your hands on them and squeeze them together against your prick, your lovely hard prick."
"Oh-h-h-h-h, Miss Jensen!" he crooned, as his hands went to the sides of her breasts and pushed them together to compress the satiny flesh against his sliding cock.
He was so excited that his eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head. He was shaking all over, knees bent, hips slowly thrusting as he pushed his prick up between the cushiony valley of Joyce's breasts. And with his hands occupied in closing those big breasts to form a pussy, Joyce's hands were free to move on him.
"Nice strong thighs," she said, sliding her hands up his legs. "And good strong butts," she continued, feeling the plumply athletic firmness of the ass that was usually covered with faded blue denim.
"Look at those tits, just look at them," he said. "So fucking big they completely cover up my dick."
His words, lewd and obscene now, thrilled Joyce almost as much as his body did. "Yes, darling. Just look at us together. We're beautiful together. My big tits are just like a second cunt. A third one, if you want to count my mouth. Did you like it when I sucked you off, darling?" she asked, delving with her fingers very close to his asshole now, with movements that made him move faster with his dick between her tits.
"Yeah. God it felt good! Never knew anything could feel so fucking good. Whew!"
"So why didn't you come back for more? Why did I have to coax you so?"
He almost stopped. He got a troubled look on his face and he almost stopped tit-fucking her. A closer tickle to his asshole got him moving again, but it didn't bring forth an answer. And Joyce didn't want to pursue it now, didn't want to scare him off when she'd gotten him this far.
Once again her tits clamed his unknown fears by exciting his lusts. He was sliding his prick all over them again, panting hard. He was mauling them in just the excitedly rough way Joyce wanted, not knowing what he was doing, but doing it very well nevertheless. She was helping him along with the mere presence of her tits, and also with her fingers tickling ever deeper around his asshole.
"You're getting all fidgety, Kenny. What's the matter?" she coyly asked. "Going to cum for me?"
"Oh, jeezus. Oh, Miss Jensen. Quit touching me like that. I don't know if I can stand it!"
"Where? Here?" she asked, and wormed a finger right inside his tight little asshole.
"Yes! No!" he gasped, lunging forward with his cock, jamming it hard against her tits, all wet and slippery from his seminal juices.
"Don't you like that, honey? Don't you like it when I stick my finger up your bum?"
"Miss Jensen! PLEASE! MISS JENSEN!!!" he cried, clutching her shoulders hard with his hands, squealing and humping uncontrollably against her tits with his cock.
She had her finger up his asshole to the second knuckle, and he was on the verge of going wild. He obviously didn't know whether he liked it or not, but he couldn't stop moving on it. She held it perfectly still, and he humped frantically, sliding his sensitive sphincter over her digit, stabbing her tits with his hard cock until she could feel it in her pussy. She let her hand move with the back and forth movements of his hips, and he whined and began rotating them, anything to feel more of the friction from that strange and wonderful presence in his asshole. She let her hand move with the movements of his hips until the friction was all but absent, and then she spoke his name.
"What? What?" he said, twitching his bottom, jerking his hips.
"Did you ever know there was this much excitement, this much fun to be had with a woman?"
"Jeezus-peezus! Never! I never!"
"You want to have more fun, don't you?"
"Yes! Omigod, yes!"
"Do you want me to be your girl? Do you want to do this-and more-all the time with me?"
"Yes! Yes, anything, Miss Jensen. I ... I . . . I . . ."
She took pity on him then and put him out of his sweet misery. Her heart went out to him and she gave him the relief he so badly needed. She gave him his full measure of pleasure, and she took her own as well. And she did it by only wriggling her finger.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGh!" he groaned, as she touched the trigger inside his asshole.
"MISS JENSEN!!!" he cried, as she pressed down and helped send the hot cream gushing.
"KENNY, YES! YES!!!" she called back, as it came shooting out in a fast Jetstream. "GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!! ALL OF ITU!"
In his orgasmic throes, he squeezed her tits together so hard they hurt-and even the hurt was good. He was immobilized by the intensity of his ejaculations. He stood there with his knees bent, clutching tightly at her shoulders for support while his prick pulsed strongly, sending spurt after spurt of white up from the tight fat valley of her compressed tits to strike Joyce at her throat.
Head thrown back, he was uttering a high, keening sound as he came, and Joyce drank in the sight of him as she wriggled her finger in his asshole and felt the cum-juice sliding down her throat to her tits.
"AAHHHHH. AHHHHH. AH-H-H-H-H-H," he moaned, and she felt his balls contracting against her belly, and his prick pulsing strongly between her tits.
"Give me all of it and I'll be your girl," she hissed, and slipped her finger from his asshole as the jets diminished, and clasped him around the hips and hugged them strongly together.
He slumped over her, weak, exhausted. She hugged him, rocked him, aglow with the knowledge that she had him at last. She could please him more than anyone else in the world, and before long, when she'd trained him, he could do the same for her. With this one boy, she didn't need any of the others. And she had her boy secure in her arms.
He took a deep breath then and sighed it out. He pushed feebly at her shoulders and said, "I better go, Miss Jensen."
"What? Darling, we have the rest of the afternoon."
"I gotta do homework," he said, with that tone of misery creeping into his voice again. "I shouldn't be here."
"We'll go to my apartment then. It's all right for a guy to go to his girl's apartment, isn't it?"
"I don't have a girl!" he said, and wrenched away from her. "Kenny! Kenny, listen to me!" she said, but he wouldn't listen at all. He snatched up his clothes while she begged him to stay, ordered him to stay, and he threw on his pants and shirt and was out the door, leaving her alone.
"Damnit!" she said. "I went too far with him again. Next time, though, it'll be different. Next time, when I get through with him he won't be strong enough to get up and go. Well," she said with a shrug, and wiped off the cum from her chest, "at least he left me something to remember him by. His cum," she said, and tasted it and smiled, "and his jockey shorts there on the floor."
CHAPTER SEVEN
That evening at the apartment, Joyce talked things over with her roommate Billie. And this time she listened carefully to Billie's advice.
Billie said, "Kids his age are funny. They don't know what they want. They have a hard time figuring what's right and wrong. Usually -because of things their parents have told them-they think that if something's a lot of fun, it's automatically wrong. You've got to teach him different, if you want to really get it on with him. You've got to teach him that fucking's fun, for instance and that there's no harm to it. You've got to teach him the same thing about oral sex. He's still almost completely innocent, so you can teach him right. But first you've got to get him over his fears about sex. The only thing you have to be afraid of is getting too fond of him. Remember, he's just a kid. He can't give you any of the lasting things, like money. He can give you a lot of fun, though, and you can sure do the same for him. And speaking of fun, how would you like it if I got that lovely dildo out, Joyce?"
"Thanks, no," said Joyce. "Tonight I'm going to rest and think, and be all ready to educate Kenny tomorrow."
The next day was Friday, the end of the week of school, and Joyce felt she was more than ready for the boy whom she was determined to make into a very special teacher's pet. Her pussy was no longer sore. On the contrary, it was itching for action. Her titties still tingled from the lovely fucking they'd had, and she could still feel a glow in her skin there, caused by the rich juices from her Kenny's erupting prick.
She arranged her hair in dark, flowing waves and she used a small amount of make-up to a very good effect. She put on a light blouse and a heavy skirt, and covered the blouse with a cardigan sweater. She wore no underwear whatsoever. Joyce felt that the feeling of freedom would help get her in the mood for an evening of sexual freedom that night with Kenny. And as the school day wore on, this mood increased.
The other female teachers at Belmont High were all properly bound up in their conservative clothing-or at least Joyce felt they were. She, however, was very scantily dressed. Although she looked the perfect model of the devoted teacher, interested in nothing but academics, underneath her thin layer of clothing she was a free, lusty woman. The tail of the cardigan sweater was long, but under it her plump bottom jiggled and quivered with every step she took around the classroom. The sweater was bulky, but under it her tits squirmed freely against the soft silk of her blouse as she worked problems on the blackboard for her early classes. Seated at her desk, lecturing, she could spread her legs wide, lift her skirt, and touch her naked sex. Every move she made, every step she took was a reminder that she was all woman, and that she was going to satisfy her womanly cravings that night or know the reason why. But the time her seventh period class rolled around, there was a glint in her eye and a glow in her gut that Kenny would have a hard time avoiding.
She was all ready for him. She'd taken her stack of porno pix from under her panties in the top drawer of her dresser the night before and carefully gone through them. She found the one she was looking for in them and she'd torn the picture in two. She'd written a note to go along with it, and now, as Kenny entered her classroom, she took the torn picture and the note out of her purse.
The picture was that of a very beautiful woman. She was a big-busted woman with dark hair, almost as long as Joyce's hair. The half of the picture showed her from the waist up. Her features weren't especially beautiful, but her expression was. She looked as if someone had just handed her a million dollars, as if she'd just been reprieved from a death sentence, or as if she was hearing music piped in straight from heaven. The accompanying note read: Kenny, is this a dirty picture, a sexy picture, or what? Meet me at the parking lot after school to help me decide, or else I'll drop by your house tonight so we can discuss it.
Love, Joyce.
She made her rounds of the class as usual but when she got to the back row of seats, she unbuttoned the three top buttons of her sweater. She held her sweater closed as she talked to two of the pupils in Kenny's row, but she let it fall open when she bent over his shoulder.
He looked sidelong at her, and the lovely boyish blush came on his cheeks from what he could see of the soft swell of her breast.
"Having any trouble with your homework, Kenny?" she murmured.
"N-No. Not much."
"Good. I'm having trouble with mine, though. Perhaps you can help me with it. Here," she said, and laid the torn picture, folded within her note, on his desk. She buttoned her sweater as she proceeded back to her desk. Her pulsing pussy counted the moments until she could have her little boy all to herself.
After class, Joyce watched from her window and at last saw Kenny skulking around the faculty parking lot while the other teachers drove out. She waited, smiling, until it was almost empty, then started down for her tryst with the fifteen-year-old boy. As she got in her car, he was watching her sidelong from the sidewalk near the driveway. She drove right up to him and asked if she could give him a ride home. He got in her car, notebook in his lap, and her pussy licked its lips.
As she drove off, he put the torn picture on the seat between them and nervously said, "She's naked, but I don't think it's dirty. I don't know, though. I live over on Canyon Drive."
"That's a nice neighborhood. We're going to my apartment first, though, to discuss this picture. You should see the other half of it before you make up your mind."
"I've really gotta go home. I should."
"Very well," she said, and drove another block in the direction of her apartment before pulling over to the curb. "It's so warm. Would you mind helping me off with my sweater, Ken?"
"Sure," he said, as she unbuttoned it.
He had to reach around her to do it, and she moved slowly, giving him little help. She smiled at him as he tugged at the garment, and when it came free, he was sitting very close to her.
She fanned her warm bosom with the front of her white silk blouse, managing to open two buttons as she did this. "I shouldn't have worn that sweater today. Even though I didn't wear a brassiere, my breasts are very warm. A little sweaty," she said, reaching inside and fondling one, as her Kenny stared and stared. "Yessss. My titties are very warm. Do you think they're as big as the woman's titties in the picture I showed you, Ken?"
"Bigger," he said, staring, trying to see more.
"Just feel how warm they are. Slip your hand inside my blouse, dear. No one will see. Feel how warm, how big, how sexy. Mmmm. I love your hands on me. Play with me, darling. Feel me up while I drive us to my apartment."
He didn't say another word all the way there. It was only a few blocks, but it seemed like miles to Joyce. When they got there, her titties were far warmer than they'd been before, and they were tingling all over from where he'd put his hands as she drove. His prick was sticking up like a tent pole in his lap, but she didn't even reach for it. Let it burn, she thought, and took his hand out of her blouse and got out of the car.
"Bring that half of the picture," she said, and started up to her apartment. She was halfway to her front door when she heard her car door slam behind her, and his footsteps rapidly approaching her saucily swinging hips. He walked beside her and a step to the rear for the rest of the way to her apartment door.
"Come on in, Kenny," she said, and closed the door behind him. "It's even warmer in here. Would you please get us some Cokes from the refrigerator while I do something about cooling off? Then we can discuss that picture and I'll take you on home."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, and watched her as she threw open the windows in the living room and disappeared into her bedroom.
She quickly undressed and got into the shower, and when she heard him calling her name, she called back, "Yes, Kenny. I'm in here. Just bring mine in and set it on the sink. I'll be right with you."
It was a stall shower, and she knew very well how much he could see of her for she'd often admired Billie's hazy nudity through its frosted glass. She could see him, too. She saw him go to the sink, then hesitate before he started back to the door. When he was almost through it, she said, "Hand it to me, will you?"
She opened the door and thrust her bare arm through it, all pink and round and dripping, with the fingers reaching out. The bottle was put in her hand and she drank, then handed it back to him. Again he started out the door, and now she said, "Kenny? Do me a favor, will you, and wash my back?"
There was a long pause. Even over the rush of the water, she thought she could hear his labored breathing. Just when she felt he was ready to turn and go, Joyce opened the door and handed him soap and a wash cloth, giving him a very brief look at her smile and her bare tits, then turning her back on him.
"Oh, Jeezus-peezus," he muttered, and stepped to the threshold of the shower and began to very gingerly soap her back.
"It's so nice to have a man around to wash my back," she said, undulating her hips and shoulders, writhing under his sliding touch.
"And this nice cool shower water feels so good."
"Yeah," he said, already wet to the elbows, and getting wetter as she inched deeper into the shower stall, arching her back and hunching her shoulders for him.
"That's fine, Kenny. Now I'll rinse," she said, and stepped forward and let the water flow down her back.
She felt certain he'd stay right where he was, gazing raptly at the broad, plump vee of her back, and at her prominently bare bottom with its deep cleft. And she was right. When she turned and leaned back against the farthest wall of the shower, he was standing right there on the threshold, mouth agape, staring at her.
"Would you like to wash my titties, Kenny?" she coyly asked.
He nodded, mute.
She nodded too. "I thought you would. Best take off your clothes for it. Hurry dear. We've got to get you home soon."
His gaze never left her as he stripped naked there in her bathroom. She waited none too patiently, hands folded primly before her pussy, titties tingling under the spray of the water, full lips smiling invitingly.
His dick preceded him into the shower stall. It was up like a rock, bobbing its head yes, as he stepped into the little cubicle and his smiling teacher opened out her arms. Much as she wanted to, she didn't put them around him. She stood there with her arms held out from her sides while he washed and soaped her big jiggling titties. Slowly a smile came to his face too.
"I'll bet you got all warm and sweaty at school today, too. Here. Give me the soap and I'll wash you."
She gently took it from his hand and began touching that body she craved to devour. With the water sluicing all over him, she washed him all over-under his arms, on his chest, his back, on and between his plump buttocks, up and down his legs as she knelt on the floor of the shower, and briefly but thoroughly around his stiff prick and his adorable balls. Just as expected, she had him in a daze, glassy-eyed and panting, when she at last turned off the water.
He couldn't keep his eyes from her as they dried off in the bathroom. She gave him plenty of looks at her breasts while this went on, but for the most part, she kept her pussy covered with the towel. Her tits turned him on, kept him with her, but as yet he hadn't developed a real craving for pussy.
She took off her shower cap and turned her back on him, leaned her furry pussy against the sink while she quickly ran a brush through her hair. He watched the reflection of her jiggling breasts in the mirror, and she could feel his hunger for them growing.
"There. Do I look pretty enough for you now? Come. Let's go into the bedroom and have a look at those pictures and decide what's clean and what's dirty. I feel so clean that nothing could be dirty right now. Just lie down on the bed. Be comfortable while I show you what I've got."
She got the pictures and laid down beside him. His prick was still up wonderfully hard, and it took a great effort on Joyce's part to keep from taking it in her hand. As it was, she just nudged it now and then with her knee as she showed him the pictures that horny old Morris had given her, and that now should work to her very good advantage.
She had him goggle-eyed and panting as she went through them, one by one. She didn't say a word as she laid each one down on the bed before his eyes. He didn't speak either, but he winced visibly each time a particularly lewd photo was placed before his eyes. He laid on his side while she showed him her smutty little collection. His right hand was on his hip, twitching constantly, itching to grab his throbbing dick and give it a good, fast massage. At last, on the bottom of the pile, she came to the other half of the picture she'd torn in two. She fitted the two halves together, and he winced more than before.
"Now you see why she's smiling so beautifully," she said. "That boy is going down on her, Kenny. He's eating her box. Now is the picture still beautiful, or is it dirty?"
"I ... I...."
"She's just as beautiful as before, isn't she? And the boy looks as if he's certainly enjoying himself. It's just something people do with each other, Kenny. It looks as clean to me as I feel right now," she said, gliding her hand over her body, softly cupping her warm, furry crotch.
"Remember when you kissed me like that, Kenny?"
He nodded his head, still staring at the picture.
"I certainly remember it," she said, and slowly and sinuously turned around on the bed. She lay on her side, facing him, partially curled up. She lay with her head propped up on her hand, right in front of his prick. Before his face was the deep Y of her closed crotch, with its mysteriously dark fur vanishing down into the juncture of her loins. Hand moving on his thigh, he looked nervously at her crotch. She blew her warm breath against the plumlike head of his dick, and she laughed when it jerked.
"My," she said. "Your prick is certainly sensitive today."
"I can't help it," he murmured, squirming about on the bed under her loving gaze. "Those pictures . . . and you. I feel so funny, Miss Jensen."
"Would you feel better if I sucked you off, Kenny?"
"That's not nice. Is it, Miss Jensen?"
"It feels nice, doesn't it? Then it must be nice. Why don't you call me Joyce when we're alone," she said, smoothing her hand back and forth on the coverlet, just under his slowly oozing prick. "And why don't you let me suck you off, Kenny? Wouldn't it feel nice to have my warm mouth on your pretty dick ? Wouldn't it feel nice to cum, darling?"
"Yeah, but...."
"I'd let you suck me off if you'd let me suck you. We could both do it together. You've heard of sixty-nine, haven't you?"
"I don't think that's supposed to be nice, either."
She laughed and tousled his hair. "My you really do have some strange notions about sex and things, Kenny. I think you have an idea of how much I enjoy sucking your prick, Kenny. And kissing pussy is just as enjoyable to the normal male. A woman's pussy is a pretty thing, a lovely part of her. It looks nice to a man, it's all warm and moist, and it tastes divine."
"Have you ever tasted it, Miss Jensen?"
"I must admit I've tried to kiss myself there, but my back just isn't supple enough for me to reach it. Have you ever tried to suck yourself off, Kenny? Tell me the truth now. No secrets from teacher. Here. Relax, darling. Get comfortable. You don't have to leave quite yet. Here, put your cheek on my knee and be comfortable while we talk."
She moved her uppermost leg back and shifted her lower leg forward, and with some trepidation he laid his warm cheek on her thigh just above her knee. Her movements had brought her even closer to his prick, and between the proximity of that and the increasing nearness of his boyish face to her twat, it was all Joyce could do to keep up her pretense of calmness.
"Have you ever tried to suck yourself off, Kenny? I've tasted my pussy," she confessed, and slid her fingers down into that deep, warm Y. Her naked body gave a spasmodic little twitch as she got her fingers inside her creamy wet slit, but Kenny didn't notice that. He was seeing only her crotch and her fingers as she drew them out, and his gaze followed her fingers as she raised them to her smiling lips and touched them with her tongue.
"I taste pleasant to me, but I'm supposed to taste just divine to a man. What do you think, Kenny?" she said, and brought her sweetly sticky fingers to his face, wafted them under his nose, brushed them against his trembling lips, and slipped them inside his mouth.
His eyes closed and he sucked on them, squirming closer, clutching at her leg with both hands. "Divine, or just pleasant?" she said as she withdrew her fingers.
"Divine," he breathed, and she slipped her fingers into her slit again.
She parted her thighs a bit for her fingers this time. She wanted her smell to help lure him closer, and she felt he was about ready for the sight of her pussy as a prelude to when he'd be licking it, kissing it, making her cum as she'd made him cum.
"Now that I've confessed to you, will you confess to me? Have you tried to give yourself a blow job, Kenny?"
He nodded, moving his head still closer to where his gaze was riveted. "Couldn't reach it. Not even with my tongue. But I sure tried a lot."
"Nothing wrong with that," she said, stroking his face and lips with her pussy-wet fingers. "And what did you do with my panties that I gave you? Did you sleep with them under your pillow?"
He shifted nervously and said, "I threw 'em away."
"Tsk. I slept with your shorts under my pillow last night, and I had the most marvelous dreams about you. About us together. Sucking and fucking, kissing and playing, it was just wonderful. I'm sorry you threw mine away, but I have more, lots more, if you want a pair. And you never slept with them under your pillow at all?"
"Well ... the first night I did. Jeez! I couldn't sleep at all! I must have done it to myself six times!"
"Played with this?" she said, and placed the tip of her trembling finger on the wet eye of his prick.
"Yeah-h-h-h-h," he murmured. "Yeah-h-h-h-h-h."
She licked her finger, and she asked, "And where did you throw away my panties? Not someplace where your father could find them, I hope."
"I threw 'em in the trash ... at first. And then," he said with a shy grin, "I got 'em out again and hid 'em under my own mattress.
I make my own bed, so my pop'll never find 'em."
"Any nice dreams since then? Any dirty ones? Tell me the truth now," she said, hanging on his every word, certain he could hear the pounding of her heart.
"Yeah," he said with a grin. "I had me some real dirty ones. Fucking, sucking, all sorts of crazy things. All with you, Miss Jensen, all with you."
"And you liked those dirty dreams?" she asked, moving closer to his prick to blow her breath on it. "Did we have a good time together?" she purred, opening her legs to give him still more of her scent.
"Miss Jensen, we had a ball!"
"Darling! You darling! And do you want to have a real ball now? Starting with sixty-nine?"
"I sure do," he said, in a man's voice, reaching out for her hips even as she started to open her legs for him.
"Eat it, suck it, kiss it!" she hissed, waggling her hips as she settled her radiantly hot cunt down on his face, and taking his cock in hand to lead it to her mouth.
His arms went round her hips and he started kissing her hotly. She had him so worked up with her teasing preliminaries that he was completely uninhibited about putting his mouth on her twat now that it was finally given to him. He pressed kiss after hot kiss against her there, and each one sent an orgasmic spasm through Joyce that had her lush body jerking and squirming over his, even before she had his cock fully within her sucking lips. She'd only felt his young lips there once before, and then for only a moment. She'd lived with the memory of that, but now she had the real thing again- multiplied a thousand times.
She was fully on top of him, in the classic position for sixty-nine. Her weight was all on her widely parted knees and on her tits. Her tits were mashed against his belly and her knees were just far enough apart so that her open cunt was there in range of his tongue without her smothering him with her hairy cunt. His little hands pulled her buttocks apart as he pelted her twat with his feverish young kisses. Every time he kissed her she felt the sweet stab of another mini-orgasm, and when one of his kisses smacked hard against her clit, she almost threw back her head and screamed with the intensity of the pleasure she felt from it.
That, however, would have meant giving up her oral hold on his cock, his sweet young cock. She had hold of it with her mouth, her tongue, her cheeks, and she had hold of its base with her hand, too. She was giving him the blow-job of her life.
All the times with Morris, those few times with Robbie, they'd only been chaste little kisses compared to this full-blown cocksucking she was performing for Kenny. She wasn't doing any teasing now. She wasn't holding anything back at all. She was sucking him off just as fast and as thoroughly as she could, and jerking him off at the same time. They were together in this, all the way, and with orgasm after orgasm crashing through her, she had to have him share in that supreme feeling just as quickly as she could.
"Mmph! MMPH!" he said, but he didn't have to say a word to announce the arrival of his orgasm.
Joyce could smell it, and she could feel it in the contraction of his balls, in the sudden throbbing of his cock.
YES! YES! ALL THE WAY WITH ME! CUM WITH ME!!!, she shouted in her brain, and all the little orgasms she'd felt were recalled and rolled up into one as the good cream shot up into her mouth!
"MMPH M-M-M-M-M-M-MPH!!!"
YES! YES!!!
They communicated through grunts and telepathy as they rolled about on the bed, cumming, cumming. Thirty-four-year-old schoolteacher and fifteen-year-old schoolboy felt exactly the same things as they wallowed in giddy delight in each other's arms, exploding with inner pleasure, straining together, mouths glued to each other's sex. Each new spurt of his hot jism brought Joyce to another sweet orgasm, and these were fitted quite well into the others that were being brought on by each of his frantic kisses.
Joyce felt as if the orgasms would never stop. She thought she might go very happily insane, driven there by the marvelous explosions in her twat, and by the gushes of boyish nectar flooding her mouth and her senses. On and on her orgasms went to a point where they were wonderfully frightening, and then a great feeling of peaceful exhilaration came over her as she felt the first strength of his spurting begin to ebb.
Everything would be all right. Everything would go as smoothly with them in the future as his semen, so smoothly flowing over her tongue and down her throat. She nursed on his dick, gently milked it with her hand, while her cunt sighed and relaxed under the last of his thrillingly abandoned cunt-kisses.
At last, when she'd drained him of every drop of cum, and when her twat was all warmly atingle and ready for rest, she rolled away from his slackening arms. "Jeezus-peezus," she said. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my whole life!"
He began to giggle, and he said, "I know what you mean, Joyce. Wow! I've just been fooling around with sex up till now. When can we do it again?!?"
"Angel! You adorable angel!" she exclaimed, and turned quickly around on the bed to kiss his dear face and laugh with him. "I knew from the start you were going to be a little heller in bed. Kenny-baby, we can suck each other off any time you want to, all the time, forever. God, are we going to have a ball together! With your energy, and with what I know about sex, we're going to suck each other's brains out and fuck each others' ears off! Oooo!" she said, hugging him strongly. "Kenny, I just love you!!!"
"You do?" he said, with wonder in his eyes. "I love you so much I could eat you up. Is that enough?"
"But ... but you said. . . ."
"What did I say?" she asked, covering his face with kisses, at last feeling his gloriously naked body fully against hers. "What did I say, Kenny darling?"
"You said we shouldn't fall in love. That I shouldn't love you."
"There's love and there's love. You can- and did-love me just now, but that doesn't mean you're in love with me."
"Are you in love with me, Joyce?"
"I can't honestly say I am. And I sure can't honestly say I'm not. All I know for sure is that I'm awfully happy right now. And I will be every time we're together. If that's love, I'm in love with you."
"So it's okay if I'm in love with you in the same way?" he asked, grinning in a charming way, and squirming against her in an even more charming fashion.
"Just the minute you're ready, Kenny. That's all. Just the first minute you're . . . What have we here?" she said, as with her wriggling belly she felt a considerably amount of life stirring in his pecker.
"I'm gettin' a stiffie," he boastfully said. "Just like I do in class."
"And just like you do when you see a pretty girl walking down the hall," she said, helping it along with her hand.
"No, you're the only one, Joyce!"
"Now, Kenny," she said, coaxing the truth out of him with her very adroit fingers. " 'Fess up. I'm not the only girl who turns you on. I couldn't be. You're a normal boy. You can't help but want to get it on with every good-looking girl you see. Right?"
"Well . . . but not as much as I want to get it on with you!" he said, hugging her hard, wriggling against her very warmly, and very stiffly.
"That's sweet of you, darling, and I appreciate it. It makes me feel good," she said, and demonstrated with some very sensuous wriggling of her own. "But even if we are in love, I don't want to own you. I can't go out to school dances with you or go with you to where the other kids hang out, but I still want you to go to those places. I want to be your girl here, in private, but I expect you to have other girls too. As long as you tell me about them."
"Really, Joyce?"
"Really, Kenny. You're just at the right age to swing out and really have some good times for yourself. I'll show you all there is to know about sex, and we'll have some marvelous times together. And I'd be disappointed in you as a man if you didn't take what you've learned and teach it to other girls, and have yourself a marvelous time at that."
"And then tell you about it?"
"Certainly! Don't be ashamed of the sex you have with others. Look at these people in the pictures. They're having a ball in every one of them, and they like it so much they're sharing their good times with others through the wonderful medium of the camera.
"See here? This girl is sucking one man's cock while she's taking another one in her pretty little pussy. You can tell by her expression she's having a ball, and you can tell by the fact that we've got her picture that she's proud of it. She might be in love with one of these two guys in the picture with her, but she's sure loving what the other one is giving her.
"And here. The same goes for the boy in this picture. He's licking one girl's twat, fucking another one, and feeling the tits of still a third girl. I'd say he's in love with the one he's feeling up. Or at least, judging from the expression on her face, she's in love with him."
He looked at the first picture again and said, "I don't know if I could do it to you when you were sucking some other guy off."
"Darling, of course you could! As long as your pecker's up-like it is now-you could fuck me."
"Gee, I don't even know how yet."
"Poor baby. Poor, poor Kenny. I feel so sorry for your having a teacher who loves you but doesn't even teach you anything. Let me give your dickie a kiss for luck, and then I'll teach you a thing or two about fucking."
One kiss on the end of his hard dick, and Joyce's cuntlips opened up like the petals of a tulip at dawn. It was a gorgeous prick he had, and she couldn't wait to get it in her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"We'll start with the missionary position." said Joyce. "Think you can go for a long time?"
"I can go as long as you can, teacher. Why do they call it the missionary position?"
"Because," she said, as she stretched out on her back on the bed, all aglow with anticipation, "it's the position the missionaries used to use. They thought it was sinful to even fuck in anything but the simplest position with their wives. But they didn't think it was so sinful to fuck the native girls, just as long as they did it in the face-to-face position. Face me, darling," she said, spreading her legs for him. "Face me and get on top of me. I want to see the expression on your handsome face the first time you slip your dick into a woman's cunt."
It was certainly hard enough to slip in, but he was so inexperienced that he was having trouble finding the place to put it. He stabbed her again and again, from her clit almost to her asshole, and at first Joyce did little to help him. In fact, she hindered him in these first attempts at coitus by shifting the position of her love-hole each time his cockhead neared it. She wanted to further arouse him with the anticipation of this cherry-popping event, and to prolong the time she would look at his face as that of a virgin.
At last, when the eagerness was shining in his eyes and the fear of failure was just starting to creep in, she reached down and took matters in hand.
"Nice hard prick," she murmured. "Already wet from my loving cunt. Slip it right in, darling. Fuck me good," she said, as she guided his stiff prick to the juicy mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, Joyce," he exclaimed, as it slid right in, smooth as satin, swelling out her cuntwalls with its progress, swelling her heart with joy for him.
"All the way in, darling, till our hair is nestled together and your lovely balls are kissing teacher's ass. Yesssssssss. That's it. Feel good?"
"Never . . . never thought anything could feel this good!"
"Pull it out and stick it in again. Don't stop fucking me," she said, undulating her body under him, feeling some kind of spiritual orgasm as she took his cherry from him without so much as a whimper of complaint.
He was smiling in wonder and pleasure as he pulled it out, nice and slow, so both of them could feel every millimeter of the slick friction of love between them. He didn't have to be told to slide it in again. His back hunched, his hips flexed, and in he went for more of Joyce's supremely happy cunt.
"Those missionaries," he said, "they didn't have such a bad thing going for themselves."
"It's a lovely way to fuck, but then, all of them are. And I imagine, when one of the missionary's wives or little brown-skinned girl friend's got going good, she invented this position."
With that Joyce threw her lovely long legs up and out, clasped his slim body with them both, and dug her heels in his butt. Arms encircling his neck, she spurred him with those soft heels until his prick was driving into her with the speed and strength of a pile-driver.
"OH!" she cried. "OH! JESUS! THAT'S THE KIND OF FUCKING I NEED! SOCK IT TO ME! ALL THE WAY!"
"I don't want to hurt you!" he said, just starting to get his back into the lovely operation.
"YOU CAN'T HURT ME, YOU ANGEL. FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!!!"
He did get his back into it then-and his shoulders and toes and hips and arms. He dug in and fucked her with all the wonderful vigor of youth, pistoning his prick in her cunt till it was overflowing with lovejuice and she was brimming over with deliriously delightful orgasms.
"A LITTLE MORE BEFORE YOU CUM! DARLING, MAKE ME FEEL IT!" she called to him, as he slammed it into her again and again, balls slapping wetly against her upturned bottom, just as she'd pictured it a thousand times in her dreams and in her thoughts.
"I'm gonna go for a long time," he growled in her ear, and this piece of delightful information was quite enough to send Joyce over the top.
"YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FUCKER, YOU! GOT ME CUMMING GOOD! GOT ME CUMMING, CUMMING CUMMIN-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-NG!!!" she screamed, rocking and rolling on the bed. Her cunt was squelching and her ass was wet with her drippings, and still he fucked her unabated. She was squealing loudly in his ear, hugging him hard enough to break him, and he wasn't slowing down a bit. He was driving her up the bed with his prick, and driving her up the wall with her orgasms.
"FUCK ME-E-E-E-E-E-E-E! Oh, God! I've waited so long for this! FUCK ME! I LOVE YOU! FUCK ME FOREVER!"
"Darn tootin'!" he said, and she really thought he would fuck her forever, and keep her in that state of wild ecstasy until eternity.
But the throes of her orgasm were such that her feet slipped from around his back, and his efforts were too much for even his youthful vigor. His thrustings became uncoordinated, his prick slipped out and skidded over her belly, and she hugged him close and let the orgasms tingle to her toes and fingertips.
"Let's fuck some more! I'm not done yet, am I?"
"Darling, we'll fuck all you want. But give teacher a chance to catch her breath for a moment."
"Was I okay?"
"You were delightful!"
"Do you know another way to do it?"
"Indeed I do. And if you like to play with teacher's big old titties, I think you'll like this new way, too. Do you like to play with my titties, Kenny?"
He didn't say a word. He just hunkered down on her and began mauling them with both hands, sucking and kissing them wildly, and humping his prick against her leg so hard that she feared he'd cum there instead of in her cunt.
"Stop, darling," she said. "I love your mouth and hands there, but we've got to fuck some more, and your prick isn't quite long enough to do it in this position. Come, darling. Take your lovely mouth from my nipple and stretch out across the bed on your side. I'll give you my tits and my cunt at the same time."
He scrambled right around at that, eager to receive this double bounty. His prick, delightfully wet from Joyce's cunt, bobbed about as if on a spring as he positioned himself crosswise on the bed. He faced the headboard, just as she told him, and he moved closer to her as she lay there with her left leg raised up a little and her right leg lifted higher still.
"Come closer, honey," she said. "Slip both your legs around my left leg. Straddle it. That's right. Now move right in with your prick in my cunt," she told him, and she helped him along by hooking her right leg over his waist and pulling up to her with their loins merging.
His prick slipped right in her-sideways. Straddling her left leg, he locked his ankles as she suggested, and was thus able to get a good purchase for the deep drives of his cock in her cunt, which started almost at once. She continued to help him with her strong right leg, rhythmically pulling him into her to give her the deep satisfaction she could by then feel all over her body.
He lay on his side, fucking away, head resting comfortably on his hand. This left his other hand free to play with her tits, and this he did with great enjoyment for both of them. He played with them and tweaked their nipples to his heart's content, smiling lovingly at her, easily slipping his hard young meat into her very receptive twat over and over, with good results.
She lay back almost crooning in ecstasy. She helped him to play with her big, lolling breasts, too, as she said, "I've never liked it this way as much as I do today. Darling, you're a wonderful lover, or will be once you've gotten more of a taste for pussy-kissing. You're giving me such a good fucking, Kenny! I'm so glad I was patient with you."
"Am I really doing it right?" he proudly asked.
"Just perfectly . . . almost," she said.
"What am I doing wrong, Joyce?"
"Nothing. It's just that you're not doing quite enough. I love for you to play with my tits, honey. It makes me feel good. But you could play with them with your eyes while I play with them with my hands. That would free your hand to play with teacher's clit. See? It's right here," she said, reaching down, opening out her nicely stretched cuntlips. "Put your darling fingers on it. Play with it. Rub it. God, I'm so sensitive there."
"Here?" he said.
"OH! OH, YES!" she loudly gasped, and the moment his fingers closed on it, Joyce's lovely naked body was bucking like a bronco's on the bed.
"PULL IT! TOUCH IT! PUSH IT! GOD, YOU'RE TURNING ME INTO A RED . . . HOT . . . FURNACE!"
"Man, it really is sensitive," he said, still fucking her very comfortably and vigorously, and growing bolder with his fingers on her bursting clit. "Do you think this'd make you cum again?"
"I can't stop cumming! KENNY, I CAN'T STOP IT!!! I LOVE YOU!"
"And I love you, teacher. And I love to see you cum. It makes me feel like I'm cumming!"
"NOT YET! HOLD BACK! I WANT MORE! LOTS MORE!!!"
"Don't worry. I can wait. Kitchy-koo???" he said, and tickled her clit in a manner that made Joyce arch her body clear off the bed, groaning loudly, lifting him with her.
She fell back and began fucking madly again. She was pulling him hard with her leg, though her spasming cunt by itself was enough to afford her all the friction she needed to prolong her orgasms. She was clawing at her tits with both hands, even feeling the orgasms there, while Kenny-not even breathing hard -was fucking the daylights out of her and rapidly becoming an expert clit-diddler with his fingers.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it there -very hard.
"EEEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-EEEEK! IT'S TOO MUCH TO BEAR! ANGEL, FUCK ME ANOTHER WAY-DOGGY STYLE-DO IT QUICK, PUT IT IN WHILE I'M STILL CUM- MING-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G!!!"
Her loud outcries of deep joy didn't faze him a bit. He was every bit as eager as he'd been at his first insertion-more so-as he helped his orgasming teacher up to her elbows and knees. She crouched there ablaze with sexual heat. Her nipples-stiff and tingling-were grazing the coverlet. She was up on her elbows and knees, beautiful bottom turned a rosy pink by her feverish lust, knees spread wide to open her cunt in avid welcome.
She screamed again with the bliss she felt when he shoved his hard dick in her once again. He'd taken to the position like the natural born fucker that he was. He was up on his knees behind her, gripping her soft hips tightly with both hands. All around them on the bed were scattered those wonderfully smutty pictures for him to look at, but Joyce could see in the dresser mirror that he was looking only at her, and that added to her pleasures. His belly was slapping against her ass and, best of all, his balls were slapping wetly up under her to kiss her swollen clit in tempo with the deep drives of his hardy peter.
"O-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W!!! YO-O-O-O-W-W-W-W-W!!!" she screamed in her joy, gripping the bedspread tightly with her fists, rocking back and forth on her knees and elbows to meet each of his deep stabs until she was seeing stars. "FUCK ME!!!!!! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, BABY!! MAKE ME CUM, LOVER! MAKE US BOTH CUM! CUM WITH ME, KENNY!!! CUM-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!!!!!"
"GONNA DO IT! GONNA SHOOT!"
"YES! YES, I WANT YOUR CREAM IN ME!"
"OH, JOYCE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE!"
"YES! JUST WHAT I WANT! JUST WHAT WE BOTH WANT!!!"
"JEE-ZUS! OH. JEEZUS-PEEZUS!"
Joyce could actually feel it going into her, hot and sweet, thick and rich. He was pumping it into her like his dick was a fire hose, and she threw back her lovely, disheveled head and howled with delight as she felt its heavy flow, driven harder still by his final dynamic drives. He was groaning, whining, gasping, and clutching her with delightfully painful force as he went all out and gave her all he had, just as she wanted, just as she'd waited for for so long. Through the jouncing inverted valley of her tits, Joyce gleefully watched his darling balls contracting and pumping her full, saw the rich white sperm spilling out of her rosy cuntlips and flowing down her creamy thighs. She saw and felt every bit of it until neither of them had another morsel of love to give, and then she collapsed under him, sighing, glowing with the warmth of his young body on top of hers.
"Bravo!! Encore!" called a voice from behind them, and Joyce recognized it as that of her roommate, and groaned.
CHAPTER NINE
Billie came around to the side of the bed still applauding, and saying, "You finally got him, did you? Good for you, roomie. Good for you."
"Who's that?!?" said Kenny, trying to hide his nudity behind that of Joyce on the big double bed. "Don't let her see me!"
"I see what you mean," said Billie, hands on her slim hips, shaking her pretty head. "He is a bit of a prude. This is Kenny, isn't it?"
She looked very perkily beautiful that day, and Joyce knew that if she was Kenny, she wouldn't be hiding from Billie. Her long slim legs looked very svelte and shapely in her pantyhose, and all of them could be seen under her almost non-existent skirt. She was in her stewardess' uniform, just in from a flight and still aglow from the excitement of it. The little red uniform with its stripe of diagonal yellow down the front clung to her every curve, giving her a not-so-boyish appearance on that day. Her red derby cap was perched jauntily on her short brown hair, and her full lips were gleaming with red lip gloss, her eyes looking large and enticing with cleverly applied eye make-up. Her teeth shone very whitely in her smile as she looked over Joyce at the naked boy, still cowering behind Joyce's voluptuous nudity.
"Hi, Kenny. I'm Billie. Welcome to our apartment. Why don't you want me to see you, you handsome thing, you?"
"It's not nice," he said.
"Now, Kenny," said Joyce. "We discussed that and decided there's nothing dirty about being naked, especially when you've just come from the shower. Come over here and say hello to my roommate. She wants to see you before she lets us alone to our fun and games in bed."
"It's all right," said Billie, sauntering around the bed, never taking her warm gaze from Kenny. "He looks a little tired, poor thing. You stay right there, Kenny, and I'll come and see you. My, you are a handsome boy. I can see why you're so fond of him, Joyce. And from what I saw at the door, he's not at all bashful when it comes to fucking. How do you do, Kenny," she said, and made a courtly little bow over the bed and extended her right hand.
It confused him, but he was a little gentleman. He looked at Joyce, then took Billie's hand and shook, squeaking out a formal greeting to her.
She kept his hand in hers and sat down on the edge of the bed. She patted his hand and said, "Now that Joyce has introduced you to the pleasure of sex, do you like it?"
He grinned and nodded his head at the lovely young woman.
"He doesn't say much, does he?" she said to Joyce. "But he seems to be able to make up for that with his pecker."
"We talk," Joyce said defensively. "We fuck and we talk."
"Suck too," said Kenny.
"Mmmm," said Billie, "You've got the right kind of lips for sucking. Very kissable. Joyce, would it be all right if I kissed your young lover hello? Shaking hands is a bit formal under these very pleasant circumstances."
"It's up to him," said Joyce, shrugging, and inwardly bristling.
Actually it was up to Billie, for Kenny was quite tongue-tied by the unexpected presence of this slender young beauty. She leaned forward smiling, and he automatically lifted his lips to hers. The kiss was brief but it was warm, and it made Joyce seethe with desire to get her friend out of there.
"Nice," Billie murmured against the boy's lips, and went back for a second slow sample. "Yes, I can see how he could be quite a lovely muff-diver."
"We call it cunt-kissing," said Joyce, snuggling possessively closer to him. "He's still got a bit to learn, but he's a quick study. Don't you have to go to your room and unpack, Billie?"
"It was a short flight. I didn't even take a bag. Actually I didn't take anything more than the clothes on my back, but I do feel like unpacking," she said, and started drawing down the zipper on her dress.
It was hidden under the diagonal yellow stripe. Joyce couldn't see Kenny's eyes, but she knew they were widening from the stiffening of his body as the lovely young stew pulled down her zipper. With a bright, open smile on her face, she revealed more and more of her girlish body-her prominent collarbone, her lacy red brassiere, her softly ridged ribcage, her very flat tummy. Her breasts seemed to be quite womanly enough as she thrust her chest forward in peeling out of the little red dress.
"Oh, that's much better," she said, and reached behind her back. "Now for this hot brassiere."
"Billie, shouldn't you go to your room to undress?" said Joyce.
"What ever for?" she asked, stripping off the little red garment and casting it aside, rubbing her small but nonetheless attractive breasts with both her palms. "Kenny's seen a naked woman before. A lot more woman than I am. Do you mind my undressing in front of you, Kenny?"
"I dunno," he stammered. "It's up to Miss Jensen, I guess."
"You call her Miss Jensen?" Billie said, rising to her feet, laughing a little and unzipping her hot pants.
He blushed and said, "No! I call her Joyce!
We're in lo...."
"We're in luck," Joyce interrupted, "that you got here when you did, Billie. There's a Coke in the bathroom and we're both parched. Would you get it for us before you run along to your room!"
"Glad to," said Billie, and slipped off her little red hot pants, wriggled out of them really, leaving her clad in nothing but the very form-fitting panty-hose. They made her legs look as sleek as a pair of mating snakes as she undulated her perky little bottom to the bathroom. Returning, there was her sweet little pussy, its hair all matted down by the nylon, looking as if it would burst into a puff of velvet brown if it was released from its tight confines.
"Oh, pictures!" she said, and bent over the bed with her little titties hovering close to Kenny's face and her hands smoothing themselves down over her smooth hips. "I love dirty pictures. Don't you, Ken?"
"He hates them," said Joyce. "Won't you please leave us alone, Billie?"
"I don't hate them anymore," said Kenny. "I like to look at them now. I guess I always did, but I was afraid to admit it. Ashamed. Anyway, I like them. They give me a stiffie."
"So they do," said Billie, and she reached out to give his stiffening prick a nice little squeeze.
"Oh, shit!" said Joyce. "Billie, leave him to me!"
"Joyce," said Kenny, turning toward her. "Didn't you mean what you said before about me having a good time with other girls once in a while?"
She sighed and said, "I meant everything I said to you, dear. Pull up a fifteen-year-old boy, Billie, and join us."
"I can only stay for a minute," said Billie, and she very artfully rolled her pantyhose down over her hips.
Sure enough, the hair in the juncture of her slim loins popped right up to life. She helped it by fluffing it up with her hand, wrinkling her nose at Kenny as she did, making him smile shyly back at her. She was equally artful in rolling her hose down her legs, and by the time she'd divested herself of that last gossamer garment, Kenny's prick was up as hard as ever.
Even the way she sat down on the bed was artful. She looked like a wood nymph with her short hair and girlish slimness, and Joyce couldn't help but admire her charming, slender beauty, and her piquantly lovely face. Billie was younger than she was, slimmer, and she was still all made-up and with her hair neatly brushed. Joyce knew she herself looked like an overworked whore in comparison. She knew she should be very distraught at the possibility of losing Kenny to her roommate, only minutes after having won his devotion. But oddly enough, Joyce felt a weird tingle of excitement at seeing her young lover with another woman.
They were facing each other on their sides, smiling and looking each other over. They were a foot apart and moving closer to each other. They seemed to have forgotten Joyce's presence, but she was very much aware of theirs. As each of them reached out to touch the other's body, Joyce could feel warm goose-bumps raising on her flesh. Shivers went through her as Kenny and Billie moved their hands in soft exploration of new flesh. Her nipples stiffened when Kenny's fingers began to toy with Billie's nipples, and her clit stiffened when Billie touched his prick. Closer and closer the pair on the bed beside her edged. They were being drawn together by the magnets of their mouths, and Joyce licked her lips with anticipation as they drew closer and closer to an open-mouthed kiss.
At the last moment, Billie turned her head, and their mouths merged. Billie pulled on his prick, closed her eyes till her lashes touched her cheeks, and Kenny moaned deep in his throat. They were beautiful together. Like a living statue of the most erotic kind. Their slimness made them look so very young, and this appearance of youth made them both look like virgins to Joyce. She moved closer as their arms twined sinuously about each other, as their hands touched flesh and hair.
They were kissing very deeply, very slowly. They were both aroused-Joyce could tell that from Kenny's stiff prick and from the pink flush suffusing Billie's body-but they seemed to be in no hurry. They just kissed and kissed, mouths working continually, cheeks sunken in as they sucked swirling tongues.
Kenny wasn't nearly as frantic to feel of Billie's body as he had been with Joyce's. He just roamed his hands over it very leisurely, squeezing here and squeezing there. Billie felt him all over, too, on the nape of his neck and his back, on his buttocks and chest, but her hand returned again and again to fondle and cup his prick and balls.
Joyce knew full well how experienced at sex Billie was, and yet she was acting as if a male's body was an entirely new thing to her. She seemed to be as interested in feeling Kenny's nudity as he was in feeling hers. Still there was nothing frantic, nothing urgent about it. It was like an extremely sensuous anatomy lesson for the two slender young people on the bed, all carried out with only the sense of touch.
Soon they were using more than their hands to explore each other. The kiss continued, and Kenny's strong thigh slipped between Billie's much softer ones. The inner part of her thigh then was sliding up and down his thigh as he slipped his leg up and down between hers. They were very close now, belly to belly and mouth to mouth. They still hadn't broken that first kiss. It seemed as if it had gone on for a very long time, and its warmth was growing very slowly.
Joyce's warmth was growing with it. She wanted more from those two on the bed. After having given her boy to her roommate, she wanted to see Billie take Kenny completely. And she wanted to see it now.
She began roving her hand over their intermingled bodies. It was amazing how much the same they felt. Both of them were nearly hairless, and when Joyce closed her eyes, her hand alone couldn't honestly tell which body it was touching, the male or the female. She continued to feel of them, eyes closed, and as she did a slow smile formed on her lips. She could tell which was Kenny's body and which was Billie's. Though both were very similar in texture, the touch of Kenny's body brought a sexual glow in Joyce that was much stronger than when she was touching Billie's body.
Joyce opened her eyes and saw that they were clutching each other closer, kissing deeper, tangling their legs more intimately. She got up on her knees beside the embracing couple, put both hands on them, and smiled as she spoke to them.
"God, you two are beautiful together. All wrapped up in each other's arms and legs like a couple of kittens, but hotter than hell, just hotter than hell. I want to see you two fucking. I want to see it all, but there's no hurry. You're doing fine. Pretend I'm not even here ... if you can."
She smoothed her hands over their bottoms, making them squirm in unison. By sliding her fingers up and down through the grooves of their asses, she made them kiss deeper, strain harder at each other. They even made little noises in their throats when she was tickling her fingers around their assholes, little noises that sounded at first like protests but were quite recognizable as being invitations for more.
Joyce bent and laid her cheek against Kenny's flank while she toyed with the two squirming bottoms. She kissed him warmly there and smiled at the way he pushed back at her with his hip. Her kisses continued around the roundness of his buttock, and he kept pushing back at her lips. Billie was there with her whole body, but Kenny was still attracted to Joyce's lips.
Starting at the shallow top of the groove of his ass, Joyce slowly tickled her warm tongue down it, and he became more aware of her still. She felt him stiffen all over and heard him moan when her tongue licked over his puckered asshole, and he opened his legs for her when she went on with her tongue toward his balls.
"Beautiful balls," she murmured, and tickled the base of them with her tongue, sucked on the soft sac with her lips, and felt him squirm and open his legs wider still.
It was all warm and musky down there. Her face was nestled in a cavern of warm flesh, redolent of sex, and she felt she could happily dwell there for a long time.
She kissed and licked all over his balls, savoring the nubby texture of his scrotum. She felt his balls in her mouth like soft dove's eggs, filled with the richest nutrient in the world.
The hard base of his cock was there, and she kissed that too. She kissed through the fringe of hair, matting it down with her tongue, moving her hands on his thighs while she worked her lips up the soft ridge under his cock to the tip of it.
His cock was up between Billie's legs. In a dreamy languor of sexual desire, Joyce couldn't tell exactly who it was she was touching now as she reached around them both to draw Kenny's prick closer to her kisses. She worked back down his cock to his balls, wet them thoroughly with her mouth, and set him to squirming again when her tongue swirled around the rim of his asshole. And back she went again while the slowly writhing couple continued to kiss. Over his balls again, this time getting both of them in her gentle mouth at the same time. Up his cock, seemingly stiffer, to the knob that was all wet with his juice. His juices, or hers?
Joyce wasn't quite sure. Billie's little cunt was right up over Kenny's hard prick. His prick was right up between her legs, wanting to spring up harder still into the channel of Billie's slit. Certainly Billie's wetness was mixed with Kenny's, but it didn't detract from it at all. The sweetness of Kenny's first oozings of cream was such that Joyce could savor it in any mixture.
Closer and closer still Joyce kissed, for now Billie had conveniently opened her legs, too. It seemed as if Joyce couldn't get enough of the taste of Kenny, but still she wasn't in a hurry about it. She was no more frantic in her kisses between the two pair of legs than Kenny and Billie were in their kissing above her.
Joyce's nose kept kissing Billie's pearly pink cuntlips as she kissed the underside of Kenny's throbbing cock, and she didn't mind it at all. It was also soft and warm there under their bodies that Joyce couldn't object to anything.
She was as happy as she could be, kissing Kenny's sweet cock, softly clutching at the shapely young legs all tangled around her, breathing the fragrant scent of aroused sex. She kissed all the way up to the tip of Kenny's prick and beyond it before she realized she was kissing Billie's cunt, and this gave Joyce such a wicked thrill that for a moment she felt as if she was going to faint. That feeling quickly passed, but Joyce was able to quickly bring it back to life by stabbing out her tongue, tasting Billie's cunt juice directly, and slipping her tapered tongue right into her cunthole.
Back she went to Kenny's prick before she really did faint. It had almost been too much for her. She didn't know what it was-the taste, the texture, the forbidden nature of it- but kissing another woman's cunt had stirred her to the depths of her bowels. She saw the sexes of the two on the bed through a haze of pink. She smelled them all funky and sweaty and wonderfully alluring, and she clasped them both closer and kissed and sucked, stabbed and licked indiscriminately.
She kissed Kenny's prick right into Billie's hole. Her tongue had opened Billie's vagina like a flower, and now as she sucked on the underside of Kenny's cockhead with her lips and pushed on it with her mouth, it simply disappeared. She felt Billie's pussy with her lips, and then she felt Kenny's stiff, hard shaft sliding over her lips to disappear in the musky wet flesh of her roommate. It kept sliding and sliding over her lips until she was kissing his balls, and he was fucking another woman right there before Joyce's face.
Still she couldn't object. Far from it, she had a perverse feeling of exultation as she pelted kisses on his slippery, sliding cock, and watched as close as she possibly could while he took the same kind of pleasure he found with her.
Billie's cunt was clasping him tightly. It seemed to be sucking on his moving rod. The lips and the rim of her vagina turned out as he drew back, and then they closed around it most lovingly as he slid it in once again. He slid it in right up to his balls every time, and each time he did, those lovely wet balls were there for Joyce to kiss. She snuggled closer between their legs and laid her cheek against his cock, felt its heat and wetness and strength, and burrowed her face closer to kiss deep in his hairy loins.
It took only a slight turn of her head to get her lips and tongue into Billie's loins, all warm and moist with sex, flexing smoothly and softly with her fucking. She moved down with her tongue and was able to touch Billie's cuntlips with it as Kenny's prick slid in her again and again. She felt the tautly stretched flesh around Billie's distended hole, felt it with her lips, and then those lips were returned to Kenny's prick to feel its lovely, natural movement as he fucked a sweet cunt.
Joyce rolled them from their sides to where Billie's was under Kenny's body. Still they kissed and fucked, just as slowly as ever, and now Joyce could get her mouth on his balls even more thoroughly, licking and sucking them, kissing his asshole and returning for more of his balls, while he stuck that lovely hard pecker of his right up between Billie's long, slender legs time after time in slow cadence.
Again Joyce rolled them over and now Billie was on top. Her bottom was so cunningly rounded that Joyce couldn't help but feel its contours with her cheeks. She worked lower, nuzzling through Billie's widely split asscrack, and put the point of her tongue against Kenny's sliding cock again. The very tip of her tongue was drawn along by the movement of his prick to very slightly enter Billie's hole, and for a moment Joyce was joined in the fucking. But then out it came again with Kenny's cock, and the couple rolled over on their sides once again.
Joyce sensed something was going to happen even before the couple picked up the tempo of their fucking. She could smell an approaching orgasm or two even before Kenny and Billie started pushing harder at each other. She could even feel it growing in herself as the boy slid his cock into that tight, wet cunt with ever-increasing force, making the soft pink flesh suck him harder, deeper. Joyce's fingers dug into young bodies as she pulled them closer to each other, and to herself.
As the speed of the fucking picked up, so did that of her kisses. She was going slightly wild with them now, stabbing with her tongue, sucking with her lips, feeling as if she was slightly behind them in their pleasure and badly wanting to catch up. The heat was growing intense around her already feverish face, and the scent of sex was flooding into her brain. She lay there on her side, kissing madly and scissoring her legs together for the friction in her cunt that she needed to be a part of this.
She knew she was too late, too far behind the energetically fucking pair, and it made her want to weep with frustration. Still she kept right on with her kisses, and when her lips felt Kenny's balls contract in spasms, her cunt miraculously caught up with Billie's.
Joyce could very clearly feel the rhythmically orgasmic spasms of Billie's cunt with her lips, but she needed nothing to feel those in her own cunt. Her hands were too busy holding onto the orgasming couple to give her cunt so much as a tweak, but nonetheless it orgasmed right along with Billie's cunt and with Kenny's prick and balls.
All three of them were truly together then, cumming in a triple header, thrashing and moaning on the bed. All three pairs of lips were busy with their kisses, but no words were needed to communicate the triple-strength orgasm going on. It could be felt everywhere, by all of them at once, ripping through them in wave after wave of sheer pleasure. Each wave coincided with another deep thrust of Kenny's cock. That thrust knocked a big orgasmic blast into Billie with its dynamic force, and at the same time it brought his balls against Joyce's lips, and the contractions of these triggered her once again. It took him no more than two dozen heavily ejaculating strokes of his cock before he was beginning to wilt, but in that space of time Joyce and Billie felt an equal number of orgasmic flights to ecstasy. When as last he was completely spent, he rolled over and so did Billie. Joyce lay on her back between them, arms around their hips. None of them were able to say a word for a time, but each knew very well that the other two were smiling with as much contentment as he or she felt.
CHAPTER TEN
It was Billie who spoke first. She kept saying, "My God. My God!"
And as she did, that lonely feeling returned to Joyce, as in her mind's eye she clearly saw Kenny transferring his affection from her to her roommate.
When Billie had repeated those words at least half a dozen times, Kenny said, "What's the matter? What did I do wrong?"
"Not a single thing, Kenny," said Billie, and Joyce felt even more alone. She tried to picture herself starting all over again with another of her pupils, and she just wasn't able to do it. She tried to cheer herself by thinking of the wild times she'd had with Kenny so far, but this wasn't enough consolation for the good times she'd miss with him once Billie had him tucked under her wing.
She tried not to cry, but then a slow smile formed on her face as Billie went on: "You're a terrific little lover. And you sure do know how to kiss. Come see me in ten or twenty years when you've got some money and some sparkling conversation and we'll get it on again. Till then, have a good time with our loving fuck-kisser down below. Joyce, come up here and join us."
"Gladly!" said Joyce, all smiles now as she warmly wedged herself between the two glowing bodies on her bed.
"Thanks for the use of your boyfriend," said Billie, with a pat on Joyce's breast. "And thanks for all those nice kisses when he was fucking me. I'll have to give that a go soon."
"And thanks for not leaving me alone with her, teacher," Kenny whispered in her ear, and they exchanged a smile and a kiss that warmed Joyce clear down to her toes.
"If you like guys that are rich and talk a lot," said Kenny over Joyce's tits, "you ought to meet my pop. Billie. He's got a lot of money, and all he ever does is talk."
Billie yawned and asked him what his father talked about, and he said, "Most of the time he talks about sex and women to me. He tells me what a bad thing sex is, and he keeps on telling me he'll skin me alive if he ever catches me with any dirty pictures."
"What does he have against dirty pictures and women?"
"I guess he's sore at women 'cause my Mom ran off and left him when I was a baby. At least that's what he says. As for the dirty pictures, he's just a big phony about them. Jeezus-peezus, he's got a collection of dirty movies that fill a whole drawer in his dresser! He locks the door of his bedroom and looks at them and plays with himself. I know darned well he does, but I never caught him at it."
"What he needs is a good woman who'll move in on him and give him some honest sex," said Billie. "Like you did with his son, Joyce."
"Oh, no. I'm happy with Kenny. I like boys, and I'll go on liking boys until Kenny is a man, if he's still interested in me by then. But what about you, Billie? You're the type who could do Kenny's dad a big favor by seducing him away from those pictures and into your little pussy."
"No. I need a man who can talk about something more than sex. He'd be easy enough to get, though, if he's got that secret porno habit and if a woman set her cap for him. You say he's got money, Kenny?"
"Lots of it. I guess he was broke when my Mom ran off with this rich dude. But then he made up his mind to be rich, and he got in a good business for it and now he's got it made. I read in the paper where my Pop's a millionaire."
"Really?" said Billie, and sat up. "Does he talk to you about anything besides how wicked sex is?"
"Sure. Lots of things. Taxes, urban renewal, obscenity laws, the freeway system, the elections. He can talk about anything at all, especially politics, but that don't interest me. Sex does, but not the darned old way he talks about it."
"Uh, what's his name, Kenny?" Joyce asked. "Same as mine," he replied. "Kenneth Alder-shot."
"Our Senator!" said Billie, and jumped up from the bed. "I've seen him on the airplane to Washington! He's even more handsome than you are, Kenny, and he's perfectly charming. I always thought he was happily married!"
"Aw, that's just a front," said Kenny. "He just puts that on, wears a wedding ring and everything. But what you said was right, Billie. All he needs is some good honest sex- from a woman like you."
"Not a woman like Joyce?" Billie said as she tugged up her pantyhose. "Wouldn't you like to have Joyce as a stepmother?"
"I'd rather have her as a teacher," he said, with a grin and a hug. "Go fuck Dad, Billie. Now that I know how good fucking is, I know darn well it's just what he needs. And you can do it if anybody can."
"You're so right!" said Billie, and set her red derby firmly on her head and left the room.
"Whew! I'm glad she's gone," said Kenny. "I thought we never would get rid of her."
"Didn't you like her? I'm amazed! For a while there, I thought you were falling out of love with me and into it with her."
"Naw. Her pussy's too tight and she's too skinny. All the time I was doing it to her, it made me thing about screwing some guy in the butt. But, you! You, Joyce, are somethin' else. Wow! I'm really glad I screwed her, 'cause now it makes me really appreciate you. Your big old titties, your big round bottom, and that soft, soft cunt of yours that feels so darned much better on my dick. After fucking Billie, I love you even more!"
"You angel!" she said, and hugged him just as hard as she could. "I'll do my best to live up to your love for me. And I'll do my best to keep this lovely prick of yours happy as can be," she said, and reached down and gave his sweet, soft boydick a very fond little squeeze.
"I'll try to keep your pussy happy, too," he said, and cupped it in his hand. "But you'll still have to tell me how, at least for a little while. I've still got a lot to learn, teacher. Like, what do I do wrong when I go down on you?"
"Nothing. You do it fine. I love it."
"Now, Joyce. No fibbing. I know I'm not good at it, and I want to learn. What do I do down there that you don't like?"
"I like what you do down there."
"Well then, what don't I do that I should be doing down there?"
She stirred uneasily on the bed and said, "It's so hard to explain."
"Too bad you can't show me, but like you said, your back isn't supple enough."
"Hmmmm. There might be a way. I might be able to show you later on, when you're in the mood for sex again."
He grinned at her, and as he did, his prick showed definite signs of life in her hand. She grinned back and said, "Roll over, darling. I'm going to show you how a boy should eat a woman's pussy."
He stretched out on his belly, spread-eagled on the bed. His arms were stretched straight out, his hands holding onto the coverlet. She arranged his feet about a yard apart, and she knelt between them, leaning forward, big tits pendant and quivering with warm anticipation as she looked down at his sweet white buttocks.
She smoothed her hands over his buttocks. Their contour was perfect for her palms and fingers. She'd just had more sex that afternoon than she'd had in the previous year, but the need for more was strong in her now, and it grew stronger still as she parted his buns with her thumbs and gazed at the puckered tan pinkness of his asshole.
"Joyce?"
"Hmm-m-m-m-m?" she said, licking her lips, feeling the warmth flowing again in her lush body.
"W-What are you going to do?"
"Teach you to eat pussy."
"How?" he asked. "You know."
"Oh, cripes," he murmured, writhing softly on the bed, taking deep breaths which didn't seem to satisfy him. "I think I felt you do it before, but there was so much going on I wasn't sure. And I didn't quite believe it."
"You'll believe it this time," she said, and wet her lips thoroughly, and bent low to swipe her tongue up from the base of his balls to the end of his spine.
"Aaaaauuugggh," he moaned, and clutched at the bedspread with his toes and his fingers.
"That's a start," she said, and did it again.
"Oh, Gawwwwwwd," he groaned, and arched forward on the bed till the springs creaked.
"You taste good," she told him, massaging his asscheeks with both hands, gazing at his asshole with increasing hunger for it.
"I don't know if I can take it. Jeezus-pee . . . ohh-h-h-h-h, my GAWW-W-D!!!" he said, as now his teacher centered her lips directly on that vulnerably soft orifice and stabbed him with the tip of her tongue.
"Easy, baby. You want to learn, don't you ?"
"Yeah, but . . . JOYCE! NNNNNNGGG!!! OH!!! OH!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGGGH!!!"
She had his whole body moving, and all with just the touch of her tongue and lips. His shoulders were bunched and heaving, his head was rocking from side to side, his feet and hands were clutching, and his loins were jamming against the mattress. She did it all by simply holding his buns widely apart and burrowing her tongue in his asshole.
And it was a sweet asshole. Soft, and yet quite strong. Hotter than the rest of his ass. Sweet.
She kept his ass stretched with her thumbs as she dug in the hole with her tongue, and she kept her eyes glinting on him as she did this. His boyishly smooth muscles all stood out in bas relief as he writhed on the bed for her. He was gasping and moaning constantly. He seemed to be chewing on the bedspread as well as clutching at it with his fingers. His feet were kicking the bed now. One after the other they thudded against the mattress while he writhed and muttered as if he was going mad, and all Joyce had to do was wriggle her tongue to make his madness mount.
"Oh . . . JEEZUS . . . JOYCE!" he croaked against the bedspread. "I DON'T . . . THINK I CAN STAND IT!!!!"
She drew back, licked her lips, and said, "Want me to stop, darling? Do you? Think before you answer."
His hips writhed, then raised off the bed, and he murmured, "More, teacher. More."
"Turn over."
"Yes. Yes," he said, rapidly obeying her.
"Will you do it some more, Miss Jensen? Will you?"
There was no way in the world he could stop her from doing it some more now that she'd seen how stiff his prick was again. It was standing up like a pole over the soft sac of his balls as he quickly rolled over, undoubtedly expecting her further kisses to be on his primary sex glands. Joyce, however, wasn't through with his lesson in cunnilingus, taught to him through the medium of analingus.
"Lift up your legs," she said. "Hold them up with your arms."
"Huh? How?" he said, elevating his knees a little.
"Don't turn into a dunce now," she said, quite sharply, and she shoved his knees back until he'd grasped behind them with his hands.
"Like this?"
"No, pull them back farther! Show me your ass, your cunt, your quim!"
"Yes'm!" he said, and pulled hard at his legs.
There was a great lust gnawing at Joyce now, started by her seeing Kenny with her roommate, fed by the sight of his asshole and nurtured by the great need in her to bind him to her forever. He still didn't know a thing about sex. She could teach him anything she wanted to, and he'd simply love it in his innocence. She could teach this boy things that most males didn't learn till they were forty or more, and they'd all serve to keep him hers forever. And the best part of it was, she'd thoroughly enjoy every single moment of his learning experience. Joyce Jensen grinned and pushed back on his legs until his entire weight was on his spine, and then she bent and placed her lips on his asshole again.
"Oh, no, I can't stand it," he said, rocking back and forth on the bed, but showing no signs at all of trying to get away from his teacher's agile tongue.
"Stop it or I'll go right out of my fucking mind," the boy pleaded, and hoisted his legs up higher, stretching his asshole wider for Joyce's penetrating kiss.
"Am I shooting? Am I cumming?" Kenny pleaded to know, while his wonderfully stiff prick bobbed steadily up and down, and while his teacher rimmed his quim with her tongue.
"I'M CUMMING!" he shouted. "JOYCE, LEMME EAT YOU WHILE I'M CUMMING!"
He wasn't cumming at all. Joyce could clearly see his prick, and though it was jerking and bobbing in time with her tongue-twirling in his butt-hole, its wide-staring eye was quite dry.
She hunkered down to correct that. She took her tongue from his butt and blew her warm breath against it, and by then that was enough to set off a new paroxysm of pleasure in the heretofore innocent boy. She burrowed with her lips under his lolling balls, and made him mutter lewd words, all intermingled with her name. She drew back and gazed hotly on him until the bobbing of his prick had diminished some, and then she swooped down with her tongue and stabbed him in the butt again.
"AAUUUUUGHHHH!"
She didn't have to hold up his hips any more, but she did. Her probing tongue was injecting him with the strength it took for him to stab empty air with his prick. He did this while curled up on his shoulders, hauling back on his legs for all he was worth. He did it while he was begging her to stop, yet presenting his sensitive asshole to her completely, opened out as far as it could possibly be opened.
She licked all around the rim of it with just the tip of her tongue. She drew back and took a breath and blew it out at him, and he hoarsely screamed out her name.
"JOY-Y-Y-YCE!!! I LOVE YOU-U-U-U!"
"Love me more," she commanded him, and rimmed out his asshole again with her tongue, till his balls were jerking up to touch her chin and his prick was bobbing far faster than a heartbeat.
"I can't take any more," he said, and loosed his hold on his legs. They flopped weakly on the bed as he gasped and said, "Fuck. Gotta fuck. I know how to fuck. Let's do it. Can't take any more of this. Too much, too fucking much!!!"
"Lift up those legs again," she told him.
"No, no, no. Too weak. Strong enough to fuck, too weak to let you kiss me there again."
"Lift them up!" she said, and slapped him hard on the flank.
"Oh, Jeezus. Oh, Jeezus-peezus," he said, but he lifted those athletic little legs up. He showed her his asshole again.
It was visibly quivering, but she gazed at it for only a few seconds before she swooped down and stabbed it once again.
Kenny started breathing very fast. His entire body tensed up as his lungs expanded and contracted rapidly. Deeply straining grunts interspersed his rapid breathing, and his grimaced face showed his sweet torment. His fingernails were cutting into his skin as he drew his legs back still farther. He couldn't say a word, but Joyce knew just how to cure his wonderful distress.
One good suck on his boydick-a good hard one-and all his seeming troubles would be over. Her whole body was aching for that one good hard suck, but she refrained, she held back. This was today, and there were many more ways to be had with him in the future.
She stopped rimming him and began licking his jerking dick-very very softly. She used her lips as well as her tongue, both with such infinitely soft pressure that they didn't even move his free-standing prick. She got it all wet with her saliva, then gave him another deep stab with her tongue in his asshole before drawing back. She settled snugly between his badly shaking legs and blew very softly on his prick and balls and asshole.
"Feeling nice, Kenny?"
"OH . . . MY . . . GOD! Never knew anybody could feel like this. How many times did I cum? How many, teacher?"
She chuckled and said, "Are you ready to cum again?"
"Any time with you. Always with you!"
"Good," said Joyce, and took a very deep breath, and blew it strongly out over his prick and balls.
"That's it! This is it!!!" he declared, and he began at last to cum.
Joyce had seen Robbie cum several times, and she'd seen Morris cum more times than she cared to remember. She'd seen a few other men and boys cum, too, but never like this.
It was as if he was peeing. It was like a whale spouting, in a way. His sweety young body seemed to expand for a moment, and then erupt through his prick, in a steady stream. There were no spurts of white. It all came out steadily-as steadily as the breath she was blowing out at him.
She blew and blew. It might have lasted for only a second or two, or it might have been for a full minute. Joyce had lost all sense of time. But for as long as she blew on his private parts, his cream kept flowing. It gushed at first, when her lungs were full of air, but as her breath on him diminished, so did the gusher coming out of his beautiful stiff prick. At first it was squirting up a full yard, but then it dwindled in steady progression, until at last, when her lungs were nearly deflated and her breath was soft on him again, the lovely white stuff was just oozing out of him like marsh-mallow topping on a wild cherry Sundae. And the moment her breath ran out, his prick flopped over sideways and he went limp all over.
He seemed to be unconscious. Joyce softly nursed on his cum-covered prick while he lay there breathing evenly and deeply, apparently fast asleep. She'd cum too-or almost-but that didn't matter at all in comparison to the unforgettable experience she'd had with her Kenny. She licked him clean and he didn't move, but he showed signs of life when she came up and nestled him in her arms.
He put his arms around her and said, "Wow. Just wow."
She nodded her head. "It was good. Good for you, good for me, too."
"And that's how you eat pussy?"
"Hmmm?"
"You were showing me how to eat pussy, weren't you?"
"Well, that's the way it started out, but. . ."
"Okay, so that's a good way for me to start, isn't it? Turn over, Miss Jensen."
"Kenny, you don't have to show me what you've learned now. You're tired. Later on, another day, we can. . . ."
He glared at her and said, "Gee whiz! Can't I show you what I learned? Don't I ever get to have any fun?!?"
"Have your fun, darling," she said, and rolled over on her belly and spread her legs for him with a smile.
