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Teaching The Teacher (Fm, teen, school)
A Love Story by Day Dreamer
***
World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other
veterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was
technically a veteran, he didn't really feel like one. He had
joined the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a
little more than two years in service, none of which involved
combat. Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his
pocket and no goals in life. He figured the best thing to do
before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high
school. He checked with his old high school principal and was told
that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the principal
would see that Joey got his diploma after just one semester. That
sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the upcoming spring
semester of high school.
Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid
teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull, dull.
To compound the problem, even though Joey was only about three
years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man among
kids. He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls; they
all acted like giggling little kids. The only thing that made
school bearable for Joey was his English class and its teacher--
Birdie Harman.
Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her,
was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college. Joey's class was
her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a little
nervous at teaching students only a little younger than herself,
she knew all the latest techniques and was able to make English
interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie Harman
than he was in English.
Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one and, just
like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm, so
fully packed. She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and every
one of them was in the right place. Her breasts were just right--
firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as she
walked about the room but didn't sag one inch. Further down, her
ass was sheer perfection. When she turned around to write on the
blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and made
little twisting motions as she moved her hands across the board.
That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then into calves
that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey into daydreams of
them wrapped around him tightly as they would make love. Joey
chose a seat on the first row of the classroom right in front of
her desk so that he could get as good a view as possible.
Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat that
she was in touch with her body. She always seemed to be a little
tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a
suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.
Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written
yet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her. Often as she stood
before the class talking, one of her hands would stroke down her
side, caressing her hip. Sometimes she would even move a hand
behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks. Joey longed for it to
be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracing the
contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.
Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at least
a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way through
class. Joey worried that she would notice since he sat on the
first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction. An incident
occured one day, though, that did produce a reaction. That was the
day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in front of him and
crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse of thigh all the way to
her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties hitting him right
between the eyes. They hit him right between the legs, too. His
penis grew instantly erect, running seven inches down the inside
of his leg and swelling out his tight-fitting Chinos. Birdie saw
it, too, because her face flushed a little and she stumbled in
what she was saying to the class. Luckily, the bell rang then, and
they were both spared any more of the moment's embarrassment.
Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at her neck.
Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face wasn't
anywhere near a close match. She wasn't really ugly, mind you--not
that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that her features were
put together wrong. Each one would have been okay by itself, but
taken together, the result was not very successful. Her face just
wasn't in harmony with the rest of her.
Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had fallen in
love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that
he was willing to take the face along with it. He often sat in
class, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their being
in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged
together in passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused by those
daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg from
pre-cum oozing out. Joey sometimes worried that she would notice,
but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that he was past
caring. His English lessons may have suffered, but his daydream
love-life prospered enormously.
Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and
Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to
see if she were having dates. Not once did he see her with a date.
She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the few times
she went to a movie, she went alone. Joey believed she must be
lonely and began to feel sorry for her. There she was with that
gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly person with a good
personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys away.
One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could see
the light shining out of an open window. He had never been a
window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity
for voyeurism that he couldn't resist. Like iron filings drawn to
a magnet, the open window drew him. He slipped out of the car,
crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped under her
window. Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look. There
stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently getting ready
for bed. Even though the beauty of her body was evident under the
robe, what really got Joey's attention was what she had in her
hand: a piece of carved wood about eight inches long and shaped
like a man's hard penis. He saw Birdie run her hand up and down
its length, caressing it. Then she put the end of it in her mouth,
the end shaped like the bulging head of a penis, and sucked on it
like a popsicle. Joey was electrified with eroticism and his penis
grew as hard as the piece of wood Birdie held in her hand. My God,
Joey thought, maybe she's going to fuck herself with that
imitation prick. He could hardly wait to see such a vision--he
could already imagine Birdie stripping off her robe and gown and
with legs spread wide apart, cramming that wooden dick into her
pussy. He was in for a disappointment, though, because Birdie
turned out the lights and came over to the window and drew the
curtains. All Joey could do was listen, as soft moans came
drifting out the window.
The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake
with desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and
managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement. Squeezing
and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what was causing
Birdie to sigh and moan. As Birdie's moaning increased in
intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted. He blasted a splotch of come
over the side of Birdie's house just as she gasped, "Ahhhh,
yessss, yesssssssss!"
The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey. He sat
there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night
before played over and over again in his mind. Her appearance gave
no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night-- she
was once again the proper school teacher. Joey knew, though, that
there was a smouldering fire under that facade of school teacher
propriety. He ached to merge that fire with his flaming desires,
to build such a heated conflagration of love that they both could
burn away their passions. At that point Joey had only one goal--to
find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock with his real live
one.
Joey waiting around after class until all the other students had
left and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss Harman," he said,
"I'm having a real problem with conjugations. I just can't seem to
get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.' Do you think you might be
able to help me with those?"
"Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why don't you
come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."
"Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right
after school. I get off about six, though. Do you think we might
be able to do it some evening?"
"Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after about
five o'clock."
"I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said with a
straight face. The conversation was leading to just where he
wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he
had already made by any show of emotion.
"I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown.
"There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers
aren't supposed to have male students alone in their homes."
"Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked. "You and I are about
the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I was
just your date coming to see you. Tell you what, why don't I just
be your date? That way you won't even have to worry about that
rule."
Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft conspiratorial
laugh said, "Okay, you can be my... my date."
"Great!" he said. "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's
okay."
"Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time," Birdie said,
with a smile that made her whole face glow.
Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that he
had been spying on her. She wrote it out on a slip of paper for
him and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the
thought of being able to be alone with Birdie.
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Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her
door. It opened immediately upon the first knock. Birdie had on a
dress Joey had not seen before. It was amber colored and shiny
like satin. Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to
class, it clung to and revealed every inch of her body.
"Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said. "You're right on time."
"Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my friends do?" he
asked.
"Okay, 'Joey' it is. And since we're about the same age, if you
want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too,"
she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair
while I go get my conjugation drill papers."
In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing Joey.
She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for
several minutes. Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about
them in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon
showed improvement. "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to be,"
he said. "You make it so simple the way you just explained that I
believe I've finally caught on to it. Thanks so much for the
special lesson. It's really going to help me."
"I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to learn,"
Birdie replied, with a little smile.
Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit accomplished, an
awkward silence fell upon them. Joey broke the silence by saying,
"You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a date," He
looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a gentle smile
on his lips.
Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking their
eye contact. "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a date
before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a real
date, not just a tutoring session."
"You're serious? You really never have had a date before? What
about your senior prom?" Joey asked increduously.
"My senior prom? My father paid one of my cousins from a nearby
town to take me to the senior prom. He spent most of the night
dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall,"
Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"But, why? I don't understand," Joey said.
Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was
hanging on her wall. "Joey, you've got eyes. This mirror doesn't
lie. A belle of the ball I ain't."
Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the
mirror. "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're
sure not ugly, either. Besides, you've got a great personality and
one of the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he said,
placing his hands on her waist.
"I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad little
smile.
"Well, I notice," Joey said, turning her around to face him.
She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing. "If
you've never had a date, then that means you've never been kissed,
doesn't it?"
"No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.
"Then it's time you learned. For a change, the student will have a
chance to teach the teacher."
"Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"
"I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.
"Then, yes. Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."
Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to hers.
Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little. She
closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble
continued. Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other
around her waist and pulled her body against his own. The soft
mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel
the rapid beat of her heart through the contact. Her lips were
soft and the kiss was long and tender. She drew back and with her
eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh. "Ummmmmnn, yesss. I
think I like kissing," she murmured.
Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body back
against his. This time she reciprocated, one arm going around
Joey's neck and the other across his back. Joey spread his lips
slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across
Birdie's lips and then inbetween them. She opened her lips a
little, allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. In an
almost cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue
against his. The effect was electrifying. Birdie took a deep
breath and tightened her arms around Joey even more. He spread his
lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth, brushing
against hers and wetly caressing it. She responded by returning
the action. Soon their bodies were tightly pressed against each
other, their mouths fully opened, tongues swirling and making love
to each other.
Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and his
cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his
trousers. Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and
pushed his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing against
her just above the juncture of legs and torso. She responded by
pressing back, letting Joey know without words that she knew what
had happened to him and approved.
Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her
magnificent ass. Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not
her own. The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in her
class were becoming reality. He kneaded the firm globes of her
buttocks and ran his fingers into the crease that separated them.
Only the barrier of her dress prevented his hand from further
exploration of her nether region. Birdie made soft moaning growly
sounds as Joey made love with his hand to the quivering melons of
her ass.
Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in
each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front.
Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded in
desire for the body pressed against it. Birdie made little
circling motions with her hips and ground herself against Joey's
outward jutting manhood. He moaned involuntarily, his pleasure
center stimulated by the motions of her sex moving against his.
She finally broke their lips apart and holding her cheek against
his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey! All the things I've been missing."
"You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into her
ear.
"I don't know anything, Joey. I've only read about love, I've
never experienced it. You're going to have teach me. I want to
know it ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING. Joey, will you teach me
about loving?"
Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again. He
dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss
lifted her up into his arms. Briefly, he broke the kiss and
whispered, "Where's your bedroom?" She pointed to an open doorway
and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again joining.
The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to the floor as
she kicked them off.
Joey gently lay Birdie on the bed and knelt on the floor alongside
her. Draping one arm across her waist, he lowered his lips to hers
and very tenderly kissed her, his tongue moving in slow motion,
softly and languorously probing Birdie's mouth. In concert with
the kiss, Joey stroked Birdie's waist with his hand, trailing it
with a feathery fluttering motion across the soft little curve of
the area below her waist. He crept his hand slowly upward and
gently stroked across the underside of Birdie's upthrust breasts.
Capturing one of the mounds in his hand, Joey cupped and squeezed
it with just a gentle pressure. Birdie moved her hand up to Joey's
shoulder and returned his caresses by stroking and kneading the
muscles across his back.
While caressing Birdie's fabric-clad breast, Joey moved his other
hand to the buttons on the front of Birdie's dress, and starting
at her neck, he unbuttoned each one, not stopping until he had
reached the last one at her waist. He folded back the dress,
revealing Birdie's black bra containing those marvelously
caressable breasts. Birdie's nipples were very evident, pressing
points out at the center of each cup. Using both his hands, Joey
unfastened the center clasp that held the bra together and lifted
the loosened cups, pushing them away to Birdie's sides. Standing
straight up and firm, Birdie's breasts emerged into view. They
were like creamy white little half-melons, their only motion a
slight quivering and the up-and-down movement of her now rapid
breathing.
The hard nubbins of Birdie's nipples stood erect at the center of
the heaving mounds. Each was surrounded by a light tan circle of
areola, flecked with little goose bumps so that they had the
texture of crepe paper. Joey ran his thumbs lightly across the
projections, just brushing across each of them, and almost
imperceptibly, Birdie arched her back up to the stroking hands.
Seeing her response, Joey increased the pressure, gently squeezing
each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Birdie emitted low
"uummnnn" sounds from deep within her throat and arched her back
upward even further than before.
Joey cupped Birdie's breasts in his hands and kneaded them with a
slow gentle pressure, his palm caressing the hard little points of
her nipples. He lowered his mouth back to hers and using his lips
spread their mouths to their widest. His tongue circled around the
inside of her lips and then delved into her mouth to its full
length, engaging her tongue in a passionate mock-battle.
Softly licking all around her mouth as the connection broke, Joey
separated his lips from Birdie's. He moved the kiss down to her
throat and then to the indentation between her breasts. From there
he moved outward and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking
gently and rubbing his tongue in a circle around the erect hard
nipple. He moved to the other breast and repeated his
ministrations. Birdie arched her back again, this time completely
off the bed, thrusting her breasts toward their source of
pleasure. "Oh, good, so gooodddd... ," she murmured softly.
Joey extended a hand down to Birdie's thighs and lightly traced a
trail on their inner parts from her knees all the way to their
tops. The satiny material of Birdie's dress was exotic feeling to
Joey's fingers, but he knew the soft skin of her inner thighs
would be even more satiny, more exotic. His hand found the hem of
her dress and he gently pulled it up, exposing her thighs to the
point that only their juncture was still hidden. The straps of her
garter belt were laid bare and Joey could feel where they clasped
the tops of her hose. Above the hose tops there was only bare
flesh: the soft, unblemished baby's skin of Birdie's inner thighs.
Using just the lightest of finger-tip touches, Joey caressed that
sensitive area. Birdie's thighs quivered with each touch, and she
once again sighed, "Oh, Joey, Joey."
Joey's fingers crept upwards until they met the edge of Birdie's
panties. Joey felt their lace trim and wondered if they were the
same pair he had glimpsed in English class. He moved the flat of
his palm on top of her slightly rounded belly, rubbing it lightly
in a circle. He could feel the muscles of her stomach quiver in
little tremors as she responded to Joey's loving touches. His
fingers then moved into the recess formed by the joining of
Birdie's thighs, the vee of her legs that formed the entrance to
her font of femininity. Joey knew that just under his fingers,
under the silken fabric of Birdie's panties, lay the entrance to
her secret sexual center. Her tunnel of delight, the receptacle
for the inanimate cock with which she had pleasured herself the
night before, was waiting there for him to lovingly explore.
The pressure of Joey's throbbing rigidity against the front of his
trousers was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He could not remember
ever having been so sexually aroused as he was then, and each
throb of his cock against the bindings of his trousers brought
both pleasure and discomfort. He looked down at his groin area and
was not surprised to see the wet circle at its center. He had felt
the pre-cum flowing and soaking his shorts, and now it had soaked
all the way through and dampened his trousers with the obvious
evidence of his desire.
Joey moved his fingers down into the vee of Birdie's thighs,
probing her hidden recess. She moved her legs apart, allowing room
for Joey to explore. He cupped his hand over her whole vulva and
lovingly squeezed the area. His palm encountered dampness, and
Joey realized that the whole crotch of Birdie's panties were
soaked. There was even a little moisture seeping out from the lace
edging--slick, slippery moisture that allowed his fingertips to
glide over and around the dew-soaked edge. One finger moved into
the very center of Birdie's leg juncture and he could feel the
indentation of her hidden womanly furrow. He traced its length,
running his finger tip up and down the dampened channel. As he
neared the top, he felt a little bump, and he moved his finger
back and forward over it, stroking and caressing. Birdie's moved
her hips in little gyrations, making miniature bump-and-grind
motions. The nubbin was obviously her swollen clitoris, and
Birdie's reaction to touching it made it evident that it was one
of her prime erogenous spots.
Two of Joey's fingers insinuated themselves under the elastic edge
of Birdie's panties. They were met by soft ringlets of soaking
pubic fur. The fingers moved through the curls and down to the
area they had just explored from the other side of the pantie
fabric. They found what they were seeking--Birdie's soaking labial
lips. One finger moved into the furrow and inched its way downward
until it found the clitoral nubbin, it's surface slickened with
the flow of Birdie's sexual arousal. The finger tip pulled back
the hood that protected the clitoris and touched the exposed flesh
with just the lightest of touches. Birdie's reaction was almost
convulsive--she squeezed her thighs together, clamping down on
Joey's hand, and wailed, "Oh, God! Joey! Joey!"
Joey withdrew his hand and moved up and kissed Birdie with just
light brush of their lips. He looked down at her and said,
"Birdie, that's a beautiful dress, but don't you think it's time
for it to come off?"
Birdie nodded her head and Joey reached down for the dress's hem,
pulling it upward. Birdie lifted her buttocks to allow the dress
to slip past. She sat up and Joey lifted it off over her head. Her
loosened bra had gotten caught up in the dress and it too was
removed. Birdie was now almost completely nude.
Birdie lay back down and looked up at Joey. "Joey, here I am
almost completely naked and you still have on all your clothes."
"A problem easily solved," Joey said, sitting down and removing
his shoes and socks. He stood again and took off his shirt and
dropped it to the floor. Then he unbuckled his belt and the top
button of his trousers. The other trouser buttons followed and his
trousers were completely loosened. He let go of them and they fell
to the floor. Stepping out of his trousers, clad only in his white
boxer shorts, Joey turned and directly faced Birdie. An
indisputable sign of Joey's arousal, the front of his shorts
bulged out, his rigid penis making a tent of the white cotton
fabric. A circle of dampness radiated outward from the high point
in the bulge, the result of Joey's abundant pre-cum flow. "That
better?" Joey asked.
Nodding her head, Birdie said, "Yes, that makes us about even."
Even though she was smiling, Joey could sense Birdie's fascination
as her eyes fell to Joey's bulging shorts.
After performing his semi-strip tease, Joey returned his attention
to Birdie. Looking down at her, his breath almost caught in his
throat. There she lay, a vision of sexuality--her breasts standing
proud and firm, her waist narrow and then widening into the spread
of her hips. Birdie's hips weren't wide by normal standards--they
could almost be called boyish--but they were smoothly curved,
their flare far from boyish. Her panties were indeed black with
lace edging. They were either the same ones she had worn before or
others just like them. Birdie's waist was encircled by a black
garter belt, with straps extending downward and locking into the
tops of her hose. It was as an erotic sight as Joey had ever seen,
better even than the visions of his teenage wet dreams.
"Birdie, I don't know why you put yourself down. You're really
beautiful," Joey said in almost a whisper.
"Well, if I could go around dressed like this all the time, I
probably could get a boy," she said with a rueful smile.
"You've got me," Joey said softly, and once again knelt down
beside her and kissed her.
Joey placed his hand on the inside of Birdie's thighs and caressed
the soft skin of that area. While doing so, he took his mouth away
from her lips and moved downward and kissed each of her breasts,
licking and gently nibbling on each of her nipples. His mouth
moved from there down to the juncture of her thighs. As he
approached Birdie's sexual center he inhaled the near-
intoxicating aroma of her femininity. It was a pleasant aroma,
with just a hint of muskiness, the fragrance of a woman in full
sexual arousal. He ran his tongue along the lace-trimmed edges of
her panties, tasting the slick vaginal secretions that had crept
out from under the silken fabric. Joey's senses were almost
overpowered, and he realized there could be no greater aphrodisiac
than the one that came from tasting and inhaling the sexual
outpouring of a woman in heat.
Joey lowered his mouth and licked the fabric stretching across
Birdie's vulva, his tongue tracing the furrow that separated her
thighs. He applied pressure, causing his tongue to force the
fabric into Birdie's sexual channel, and her hips arched upward,
seeking even greater pleasure. Joey lifted his head and placed his
hands on Birdie's feet and gently pulled her until her buttocks
reached the edge of the bed and her legs hung off its side. He
took hold of the top of Birdie's panties and slowly pulled them
downwards. Birdie's pubic fur was exposed, a mass of dark, wet
curls plastered to her skin by the hot juices of her vaginal
secretions. He tugged the backs of the panties down to her
buttocks, and Birdie lifted herself to allow their passage.
Swiftly, Joey completed their removal, and Birdie fell back on the
bed, her thighs spread wide, her sexual core fully and completely
exposed to Joey's hungry eyes.
Kneeling there between Birdie's thighs, Joey gazed at her exposed
vulva, its labial lips pouting slightly apart. There was no sign
of the recent penetration by Birdie's wooden pleasure rod, no sign
that she had experienced the moaning ecstasy he had overheard
outside her window. Joey placed his hands on the inside of
Birdie's thighs and spread the lips apart even more, exposing the
moist inner lips. At their top was a triangle of wet pink flesh,
centered by the sensitive little protrusion of Birdie's clitoris.
It appeared swollen, its thin hood of protection slightly drawn
back and exposing the very nexus of her sexual pleasure. Joey ran
a finger tip up and down between the spread lips, tracing the line
from the slit's beginning up in her pubic hair down to the little
brown rosebud of her anal opening. Her hips squirmed in little
motions in reaction to his exploration.
Joey placed each of Birdie's legs over one of his shoulders and
moved his hands under her buttocks, lifting her wide-spread pussy
up for his inspection. With just a tentative small lick, Joey
extended his tongue and licked the insides of Birdie's thighs,
tracing the lines that creased the juncture between thigh and
vulva. At the bottom of each stroke, Joey found an abundance of
Birdie's heated sexual flow. It seemed the more he licked it away,
the more came to replace it. There seemed to be an unending supply
of the hot slick starch of Birdie's vaginal flow. Joey loved the
taste of it and its smooth slick texture as it coated his lips and
tongue.
Birdie's labial lips, swollen and gaping open from her arousal,
drew Joey's attention. He lowered his mouth and ran his tongue up
and down the inside of one lip and then the other. As he neared
their tops, he lightly brushed his lips across the swollen
clitoris. Moving downward, Joey extended his tongue to its full
length and sought out Birdie's inner depths. Using his tongue as a
probe, he found the entrance to her hot hole, the channel into her
inner sexual recesses. He drove his tongue into the hole, plumbing
its depths as far as his tongue could extend. He pushed the tongue
in and out, acting out the motion that his throbbing penis was
aching to perform.
By this time, Birdie could stay neither still nor quiet. Her
buttocks were squirming in Joey's hands and she was lifting them
even higher, pushing them to greater contact with his pleasuring
tongue. "Ooohhh, so gooooddd. I had no idea anything could feel so
good. I've read about this, but no description could match this."
Birdie's words drove Joey to even more intense action. He pulled
her against his mouth and sucked on her cuntal lips. He then used
the flat of his tongue and ran it up and down the gaping slash. He
paid particular attention to the bottom, running his tongue in a
circle all around the sensitive area of Birdie's rosebud. Her hips
jerked upon this contact, and she murmured, "Ummmmnnnnn, yesssss,
yessssss."
Joey's mouth moved up to the top of Birdie's furrow where it found
Birdie's swollen throbbing clitoris. He took it between his lips
and sucked the whole area into his mouth, moving his tongue in
circles over and around her most sensitive part. Birdie's thighs
clamped down on Joey's ears and she wrapped her legs around his
head, pressing herself harder and harder against his mouth. Her
hips moved up and down, in rapid little copulative movements, and
her breath came in gasps. Birdie's hips jerked from side to side
and she arched herself completely off the bed so that only her
head and shoulders remained. "Oh, God, Joey!" Birdie shouted,
"Oooohhh, oooooohhhhhhhh... yessssss ... YESSSSSSSS... yessssss...
yess... yes... yes... " The sounds were similar to what Joey had
heard outside Birdie's window, but they were more prolonged, more
intense. Joey knew from that that the pleasure she had just
experienced was far better than what she had the previous night,
and he was pleased that he was the instrument of her ecstasy.
Birdie's legs gradually relaxed and she limply fell back on the
bed, her whole back once again in contact with it. She was still
breathing hard, little gasps as tremors still ran through her
pelvis. Joey kept his mouth on her pussy, but made just little
motions, allowing Birdie to come down from the sexual high of her
orgasm. Finally, he stopped his oral ministrations and took her
legs and put them back on the bed. He simply continued to kneel at
her feet, waiting for her to recover from the rapture that had
overwhelmed her.
Birdie's eyes fluttered open and she looked at Joey. She gave him
a weak little smile and said, "Are you still here, Joey? I thought
I was in heaven."
Birdie lifted herself up on her elbows and then sat up, pushing
herself against Joey. He looked up into her face, and it was
almost beatific. She took his face between her hands and
whispered, "Thank you, Joey. That was so good there's no way I can
describe it in words. I have never experienced rapture such as
that. Thank you, thank you." Birdie leaned her head over and
kissed Joey, parting her lips and probing gently with her tongue.
Her juice was still all over Joey's face and she was able to taste
its tangy favor. Birdie broke the kiss and licked her lips. "So,
that's what I taste like," she said. "That's not so bad."
"To me, it's nectar," Joey said. "It's like honey from a hive."
Birdie gave Joey a little peck of a kiss and said, "Stand up,
Joey. You've seen all of me, now I get to see all of you. I'm
naked and I want you naked."
Joey stood up in front of Birdie and she reached out her hands and
took hold of the top of his shorts. She tugged them down to his
hips, but they refused to go any farther, caught by the bulging
obstruction of Joey's ramrod-hard penis. She saw the damp circle
on the front of the fabric and asked, "Did you have an orgasm
already?"
"No, not yet. I'm awfully close, though. That's just pre-cum
that's leaked out. When a guy gets sexually excited, pre-cum
starts to come out of his prick. I've been that way ever since
I've been here, so a lot has come out already. Seeing you like
this has gotten me so excited that I've just soaked the whole
front of my shorts."
Birdie seemed pleased that Joey had reacted in that way. No boy
had ever paid much attention to her before and having Joey
standing before her, his penis tenting out and soaking his shorts
because of his reaction to her thrilled her like she had never
been before. Even though she had just experienced the most
profound orgasm of her life, her desire was rekindled and began to
build once again.
With hands that trembled slightly, Birdie reached out and undid
the gripper that held the top of Joey's shorts. She spread the
short's waist and once again tugged them down. With more room now,
the shorts slipped past Joey's pulsating penis and exposed all of
his groin area to Birdie's view. She breathed in deeply and held
her breath upon sight of Joey's turgid cock standing straight out
from his body, its head swollen and shining from the pre-seminal
flow that coated it. "Oh, God!" Birdie whispered, exhaling and
speaking almost under her breath. "I've never seen a real penis
before. All I've ever seen is pictures, and none of them looked
like this." She reached out a hand and almost fearfully touched a
finger to the throbbing shaft. "It's so big and hard," she
murmured.
Her passion growing, Birdie stood up and kissed Joey. He wrapped
his arms around her and held her tight, his cock pressed between
their bodies. She broke the kiss and said, "Stretch out on the
bed. You gave me pleasure, now I get to return it."
Joey lay down on his back and stretched out full length on the
bed. Birdie sat on the edge of the bed beside him. She put her
hand on his stomach and stroked it lightly. Joey's muscles
quivered and tremors ran through his torso in reaction. Her hand
moved down into his pubic hair, and she combed it with her
fingers. As she touched the base of Joey's rigid cock, it jerked
and a drop of clear fluid dribbled from its slit. Birdie put her
finger in the little puddle and spread the fluid all around the
head, soaking it even more than it was. Just as Birdie did when
Joey was touching her, he raised his hips up to Birdie's hand. He
gasped at the touch and an almost guttural "Oooohhh!" escaped his
mouth. Her finger moved down to the underside of Joey's shaft and
he jerked his hips upward, muttering, "Oh, God, Birdie, I'm so
close, so close."
Moving on her hands and knees, Birdie crawled down to the foot of
the bed at Joey's feet. Taking a leg in each hand, she spread them
apart, and then scooted up into the vee. Kneeling before Joey, she
wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked him very gently up and
down. She seemed almost mesmerized by Joey's rampant rigidity,
unable to take her eyes off the throbbing organ of his
masculinity. Birdie moved her other hand under Joey's hanging
scrotum and lifted it, weighing and measuring it, almost as if she
was trying to determine how much of his sperm it contained. She
moved her finger tips over the wrinkled scrotum skin, caressing it
with light loving touches. Joey's buttocks clenched in response,
and he gasped at each little movement.
Birdie's face moved closer and closer to Joey's sex, her eyes
glittering. She licked her lips and breathed deeply. Suddenly, she
lowered her mouth down to Joey's cock and with tongue extended,
brushed its tip across the dripping wet head. Joey could see her
evaluating the taste, trying to determine whether she like it or
not. It must have passed the test, because Birdie lowered her
mouth and engulfed the whole head, licking all over it, lapping up
Joey's male lubrication. Joey gasped and arched his back upwards.
Two more inches of cock disappeared in Birdie's mouth, and she
laved all of it with a tongue bath. Birdie pulled her head up and
looked at Joey, saying, "I've read about this, and I've always
wondered what it would be like. Now I've found out. Does it feel
good? Am I doing it right?"
Joey remembered the time outside Birdie's window when she had
sucked on the head of her wooden cock and how he had longed for it
to be his cock in her mouth. Now it was his, and she was sucking
on it like a popsicle, just as she had done then. Joey answered
and said, "Oooh, yes. You're doing it just right. But I told you
I'm awful close to coming. If you keep that up, you're going to
end up with a mouthful of come."
Birdie grinned a little crooked grin and whispered, "I told you I
wanted to learn EVERYTHING, didn't I?" Without waiting for an
answer, she moved her mouth back down and filled it with cock.
Birdie was a natural-born fellatrix, and she was giving Joey the
best blow job he had ever had. It was hard for him to believe she
had never even seen a real cock before. He decided that she must
have practiced a lot on that wooden cock of hers to be able to
give him the kind of pleasure he was experiencing.
Birdie bobbed her head up and down on Joey's shaft, sucking hard
and lapping her tongue over and around the head. Joey groaned in
pleasure, moving his hips up and down, perfectly matching Birdie's
head movement. Her mouth was a hot, wet suction pump, drawing on
Joey's organ. Birdie moved her hands between Joey's thighs and
stroked his smooth skin and caressed his scrotum, gently cupping
and massaging the treasures it contained. She moved one hand up to
Joey's belly and rubbed it, each of her hands now working in
unison with the motions of her mouth and tongue.
Joey's stomach muscles tightened and his balls drew up into a
tight knot. He raised his hips up off the bed, driving more of his
cock into Birdie's suctioning mouth. Driven my Joey's nearing
orgasm, Birdie gulped down even more of his cock, taking it almost
to its base. He pushed his hips and back high in the air and held
them there. "Oh, God, Birdie! Her it comes! Don't stop! Don't
stop!"
Birdie increased her mouth action on Joey's throbbing shaft and
took a hand and stroked it up and down. That was the final straw
for Joey, and he exploded into Birdie's mouth. The shaft jerked
and lunged as Joey's semen jetted out in hot spurts. Birdie took
them fully into her mouth, swallowing and gulping. Having been
pent up for so long, though, the flow was too copious for her, and
come flowed over her lips and covered her hand and Joey's shaft.
Joey felt he had never come so much before in his life. It just
kept spurting and spurting. Birdie continued to swallow, trying to
take as much of the flow as possible. Gradually, the spurts grew
weaker. Then they stopped completely. Joey slowly lowered himself
back down to the bed, spent, completely satiated. Birdie followed
him downward, holding his cock in her mouth, gently sucking on it.
It grew less rigid, subsiding to only a half- erection. Birdie
slowly released Joey's cock from her mouth, and then licked along
the length of it, licking up the semen that flowed over it. Her
tongue delved down into the pubic hair and sought out the come
that soaked that area. Birdie took her hand from Joey's shaft and
like a cat licking its fur, she licked off the come that flowed
over its surface. Finally, with a finger she took a little rivulet
of come that had dribbled down her chin and pushed it into her
mouth.
Joey lay there, completely relaxed, and watched Birdie in awe. He
could hardly believe her sensuality, her capacity for sexual
pleasure. With feelings mixed of both lust and tenderness, Joey
held out his arms to Birdie. She lay down beside him and snuggled
up close to him. They lay nestled in each others arms, pleased and
satisfied, each knowing they had given of self for the other's
pleasure. Totally relaxed, they drifted off to sleep.
The End