Chapter 1
Laura Watson was horny. Her furry cunt tingled and twitched between her long honey-tanned legs, driving her wild with lust. The crotch of her panties was already damp with the free-flowing musky dew of her pussy. She wished she could tear off her dress and work her fingers between her legs until her cunt positively blazed with passion, wished she could then spread her lovely, legs and beckon a young man toward her secret treasure with a lusty smile and a gentle quiver of her tasty cuntlips.
Laura could imagine feeling the young man's lips against the creamy lips of her hot twat, his eager tongue slipping into the crevice of her gaping gash. The horny woman could imagine feeling the young man's warm hand resting on her naked belly as he licked and sucked the hot spot between her legs. She could imagine feeling his teeth scraping gently against the swollen bud of her blazing clitoris, and the wet sucking sounds his lips made when they left the little finger of sex-flesh between her spread legs.
Laura's tits tingled too, the peaks of them growing hard and making her long for the stirring feeling of strong young hands on her naked boobs. She wished she could tear open her dress and expose her beautiful tits, wished she could invite her young man to feel her up.-She could almost feel the young man's hands roving over her breasts, his fingers kneading her resilient globes of feminine flesh. The horny woman could feel the young man's thumbs rubbing gently over the tingling peaks of her dark little nipples, could imagine the tremendous thrill that each touch of his fingers would bring her.
Laura closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her daydream of lust. She pictured herself falling to her knees before her young lover and attacking the front of his pants, tearing down his tightly stretched zipper and unsnapping his pants, baring the front of his young body and staring at the hard cock she had uncovered. She pictured herself reaching out and wrapping her warm fingers around the already dripping shaft of her young stud's hard-on, moving her fist up and down over the boy's cock until he stood on his tiptoes as if to avoid her manual stimulation.
The hot-assed woman pictured herself bending toward the young man's dripping cock and blowing on the head of it. She imagined flicking out her tongue and tasting the bead of cum that glistened at the tip of his dick. She saw herself planting a hot wet kiss on the bulging head of the boy's rod, then letting her eager lips wrap around the hard head of the boy's stiff cock. Her pussy trembled between her shivering legs as she imagined the taste of her lover's young rod.
She burned inside when she saw herself sucking his throbbing cock deep into her throat. Her cunt twitched when she pictured his rock-hard prick stuck deep in her oral cavity, twitched when she imagined the force of his cock when it banged against the back of her throat. She could almost taste the heavy wad of thick rich jism shooting into her face when the boy's balls blew up. She felt her throat contracting, trying desperately to swallow all of her dream lover's ejaculated cum.
"Mrs. Watson ... Mrs. Watson ..." she vaguely heard a youthful voice say. "Can you help me with this problem, Mrs. Watson?"
Laura jumped when she opened her eyes and saw David Milner standing by her desk, holding his math book in his hand and looking sheepish. She clamped her legs together beneath her desk and tried to avoid looking into the boy's glittering blue eyes. It was with some shock and embarrassment that she suddenly realized that it was David who had been fucking her in the face in her daydream of lust.
Laura shuddered when she considered what the boy would think if he knew that he had occupied such a position in her lusty daydream. She shuddered even more when she considered what the townspeople of Masonville, Indiana would think if they knew what depraved thoughts spiced her imagination. Thirty-six-year-old junior high school math teachers simply weren't supposed to have such wild imaginations, at least not in Masonville.
Laura had found herself daydreaming often lately, and her daydreams had been wildly exciting every time. She knew perfectly well why her seething twat had been taking control of her body and mind lately, and there was little she could do to alter the situation. Laura had lived without a man for too long, and her two years of total celibacy had been taking their toll.
Laura had always been a sexually active and sensuous woman, a woman who had kept her husband busy attempting to satisfy her seemingly insatiable hunger for sex. She had been rather free with her sexual favors before her marriage to John and had learned a thing or two about fucking. After she had taken her marriage vows, however, there had been no cheating and no desire for it. She had come from a broken home herself and knew all about the dangers of infidelity. In fact, her two years of celibacy had been at least partially a result of her unpleasant family experience.
When John had died in an auto accident two years earlier, Laura had vowed not to give her sexual favors to another man, no matter how strong her need for a companion. In her opinion, a marriage was forever. She knew that she would feel cheap if she allowed herself to marry again, or even if she allowed herself to love another man. She had even tried to give up sex entirely, devoting all her energies to her teaching career and the upbringing other two young sons. She had succeeded at first in submerging her natural desires. The longer she lived without the sex she had learned to love, however, the more she burned for it.
Lately, Laura's desires had taken a rather unorthodox twist. Unable to give herself to another man due to her intense respect for her marriage vows and the memory of the man she loved, Laura had found herself turning toward a new source of sexual pleasure. She had found herself turning toward young boys as objects of sexual desire.
Young boys were safe in a way. She could lust after young boys without feeling as if she were breaking her marriage vows or cheapening her all-consuming love for her husband. Her long-denied desires were slowly mingling with her motherly emotional attachments to produce a kind of child lust that smoldered inside her. So far her desire for young boys had remained inside her, making her daydreams hot flights of sexual fantasy in which she could engage in all the fucking she wished with the boys of her dreams. She wondered, however, how much longer she could contain the raging fire of lust that blazed within her cunt.
Laura was finding it more and more difficult to attend to her motherly duties without feeling the heat in her cunt that her two young sons unwittingly kindled there. Robert and Marty were fifteen and fourteen respectively, spitting images of their father. Laura couldn't help seeing in both boys exactly the qualities she longed for in the boy-lovers of her dreams. She melted when Robert flashed his handsome grin at her. Her cunt grew hot when Marty smiled at her in his mischievous way.
The horny mother had tried to control her ever-increasing desire for her own young sons, but to no avail. She hadn't actually done anything to be ashamed of yet, although she knew that she was walking on dangerous ground. Already she had found herself ogling her sons' bodies at every opportunity. Both boys had developed the habit, probably borrowed from their father, of walking around the house half-naked all the time. Laura was finding it harder and harder to keep from staring at their slender young bodies as they paraded around in their underpants and nothing else.
Laura had caught herself staring between Robert's legs on several occasions, staring at the soft bulge in his underpants, staring at the swelling of his young cock and balls with the driving sex-hunger of a bitch in heat. She had caught herself lingering at the door of fourteen-year-old Marty's room and watching glassy-eyed as he changed into his school clothes in the morning, watching his pajamas slide down over his naked ass, watching the boy bend over and pull up his briefs, catching a glimpse of the long young cock and balls that dangled between his hairless legs. As far as she knew, the boys didn't suspect that their mother was hot for them. How could they suspect such a thing? So far Laura was safe.
Laura had also found herself ogling the young boys in her math class, her mind swimming with depraved thoughts. Her own sons were fairly innocent and she assumed that they hadn't yet experienced sex other than by masturbating. Some of the boys in her math class, however, knew a thing or two about the subject. Laura had never been a strict disciplinarian. She tolerated some whispering in her class, as long as nothing got out of hand. She had been listening more and more closely lately to the whispering between classmates arid had discovered that much of the talk was about sex.
Laura wasn't too surprised to find that the boys in her class, and the girls too, spent most of their time thinking about the subject that was close to her heart. It did surprise her just a bit that they were so open about it. Time and time again she had glanced out at her class and had felt her gaze drawn between the legs of one or another of her young male students. She found it amazing that on a given day she could always find at least one or two stiff young cocks throbbing away between her hornier students' young legs. It was their unabashed display of their hard dicks that drove her wild inside.
Laura had watched the boys using their hard-ons to tease the girls in her class. Already that afternoon she had watched one such episode of shameless teasing. Her twat still burned with the lust that the nasty display had inspired in her. David Milner, one of the most devilish boys in her class, had gotten a huge hard-on and had turned in his seat until pretty little Elaine Pendergast, one of the more innocent of the girls, could hardly have avoided seeing it. The pretty little blonde, blue-eyed girl had tried to pretend total innocence at first. It hadn't been long, however, before she had let her glance fall on the long hard bulge of the boy's fourteen-year-old cock.
As soon as poor Elaine had showed her interest in David's obscene display, the boy had shown her no mercy. David had reached down between his widespread legs and had started rubbing the bulging shaft of his dick, keeping his eyes on his little victim all the while, watching her unavoidable reaction to his nasty self-manipulations. Laura had watched him grasp the unyielding shaft of his rod and pull on it hard, lotting go of it and letting it snap back against his leg while the defenseless Elaine's pretty eyes flashed back and forth between his cock and the blackboard.
It hadn't been long before Ron Danton and Rich Taylor had caught sight of the goings on and decided to join the fun. Laura watched while the two young boys squeezed their cocks until they too had big throbbing hard-ons between their legs. Ron, who sat behind David in the aisle opposite Elaine whispered to his buddy David and pointed up the aisle at Rich. David seemed to get the message quickly enough and reached out across the aisle, touching Elaine's delicate shoulder and pointing behind him at Ron. Ron spread his legs obscenely and let the girl feast her eyes on his bulging dick, grinning wickedly, his dark eyes flashing with dirty excitement.
Laura had tried to imagine how Elaine felt, trying to avoid staring at the boys' dicks but probably longing to give her young body to them. When Sally Smith and Pauline Trask began giggling, Laura had decided to put a stop to the students' wild antics before things got out of hand. It was with considerable hesitation that she had stood up and called attention to the next set of math rules to be memorized. The boys had reluctantly resumed their scholarly positions in their seats and the class had been restored to some semblance of calm.
Laura had kept her cool until the end of the period when she usually made time for a few minutes of study. It had been impossible for her to concentrate on the paper-grading she had before her. Her mind had drifted back to the nasty things the boys had been doing for the edification of little
Elaine. Before long Laura's cunt had been blazing and her mind had been filled with images of young
David and all the wild things she could do with him if she had the chance. He stood beside her now and she knew that it was time to return to reality.
"Mrs. Watson ... uh ... how about some help?"
she heard David say, looking at her as if she had been asleep.
"Yes ... oh ... yes, David?" she said, shaking herself out of her reverie.
"Uh... can you help me with this? I don't quite get this compound interest formula stuff," he said, pointing to a line in his math book.
"I... I think it's time for the bell right now, David," she said weakly, her mind still flashing with the fading images of her imaginary activities with the boy, "Why don't you save your question until Monday, David?" she added, looking down at her desk ashamedly.
Shame burned inside her when she realized fully that she was talking to the boy she had been sucking off in her wild imagination only moments before.
"Uh ... okay, Mrs. Watson," the boy said, looking up and slamming his book shut when the bell rang.
Laura looked up and watched the class pouring out of the room and wished that her own life could be as uncomplicated as the lives of her students. She knew that she would have to confront her dark sexual desires sooner or later, knew that that the fire in her cunt would burn out of control eventually. She wondered how much longer she could control herself, wondered if she would be able somehow to satisfy her hunger for young boys without bringing herself to ruin in her little strait-laced community. She was still wrapped up in her thoughts when the last of the students wandered out of the building.
The frustrated schoolteacher didn't dare go home in such a horny state. Her cunt was wet with passion, her panties damp with dew. The twitchings and tuggings inside her seething pussy were incredibly affecting. She knew that the mere presence of her two handsome young sons would drive her wild, making her uncontrollably hot for the boys. She couldn't hold herself responsible for the depraved desires that such a confrontation might unleash. She had to do something to cool down her cunt, had to do something to quiet the seething of her hot body.
She hated to masturbate, thinking it a degrading act for a mature woman, but she had no other outlet for her sexual energies. She put her books and papers aside, noticing that she had gotten nowhere with her work, and ran her hand down her leg under her dress. The closer her hand came to the steamy nest of her cunt, the hotter she became. Her legs trembled when her fingers reached the elastic of her panties. She let her fingers descend beneath the waistband of the flimsy black lace garment, let them tangle in the curly nest of her cunt hair, let them linger awhile above the swelling of her damp pussy mound.
Laura felt her cunt come to life even more completely when she touched the quivering lips of her pussy. She scooted her chair back from her desk and spread her legs, making her dress rise above her knees, exposing the lightly tanned skin of her thighs just a bit. She wished she could take off her dress and luxuriate in her total nakedness, wished she could let herself free of the confinement of her clothes and play with her responsive pussy without worrying about her possible discovery in her room at the school. She had locked the door, but she knew that old Mr.
Dexter the custodian would be by at five o'clock to check on the room. She had diddled her cunt in her classroom before and she had been interrupted every time by the old man. She trembled a bit when she heard his knock on the translucent glass of the door.
"Mrs. Watson? That you again?" she heard a high-pitched voice call.
"Yes, Mr. Dexter. I'm working late tonight. Ill lock the door when I leave," Laura said in a slightly unnaturally calm voice.
"Eh? Working late again, Mrs. Watson?" the old fellow called.
"Yes, Mr. Dexter. I'm working late again," she said in a louder voice.
"Will you lock up when you leave?" the old man asked.
"Yes, Mr. Dexter," she said with a sigh, her fingers still touching the honey-covered lips of her cunt.
"I'll call it quits for the night then!" he said, banging his mops and pails together outside the door, "Wonderful idea, Mr. Dexter!" Laura said under her breath.
"Eh?" the old man asked in a loud squeaky voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Dexter!" she shouted.
When she heard the janitor's footsteps receding, Laura resumed her cunt-diddling. She took her fingers away from her twat long enough to pull her dress up even higher. She was completely alone now in the building, and she felt free to engage in her nasty self-manipulations with greater abandon. Her cunt tingling with sexual electricity, Laura raised her dress up to her waist and slid her fingers down her thighs, pushing her panties down to her knees, exposing her furry cunt, going wild inside with excitement.
The hot-assed schoolteacher inserted her fingers into the creamy gash of her pussy and spread her cuntlips apart, exposing the coral inner folds of her pussy. She pushed her fingers in farther and farther until most of her hand had been buried between her legs. Her belly seemed to come alive with sensations. She balled her fist inside her seething cunt and began twisting it inside her sensitive gash, rubbing her warm knuckles against the lips of her tightly stretched cunt and the little bud of her hard clit.
With her free hand, the horny woman reached between her widespread legs and began rubbing her clit with her thumb. She shivered each time her thumb touched the super-sensitive flesh of her clitoris, felt her body twitch and tremble as she slowly raised her passions to a fever pitch. Her breathing grew faster and faster, shallower and shallower. Her heart raced wildly. Her lips were wet and trembling, her entire body tense, unbearably tense.
She began moving her fist harder and faster between her legs, began moving her hand in and out of her sucking wet cunt. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her lusty imagination. She conjured up a boy to fuck her hard and fast between her widespread legs. She could almost see him there in the room with her, his big hard cock sticking out in front of his naked young body, his eyes shining with unconcealed lust.
Her dream-boy looked very much like young David Milner, the young lad who had been occupying her mind so much lately. She could see him standing there as real as life before her, could feel his cock hard and throbbing when she reached out to touch it, could feel his cum-filled nuts soft and heavy in her hand when she cupped her hand beneath them and held them in a loving embrace. She could feel his cockhead pressing between the gaping lips of her excited cunt, slipping into her slowly as he pushed against her. She could feel the hot friction of his long young cock shaft against her pussylips and the swollen bud of her clit when he began stroking that young tool in and out of her cunt.
She could feel her favorite student fucking the shit out of her in her hot imagination as she fist-fucked herself passionately. She could see his longish blond hair flying as he began ramming his dick in and out of her sucking pussy. She could feel his rock-hard bulging cock filling her insides, filling her with his incredible animal warmth. She could feel his big young balls slapping up against her steaming crotch as he banged his hard young body against her. She could feel her tits shaking as he made her body rock.
Laura knew that her rushing orgasm would rack her body soon. She wished she could delay it for an eternity, wished she could fuck herself forever without bringing her pleasure to a head. She also wished that her dream-boy was a reality rather than a mere figment of her horny imagination. She wished she could have handsome young David right there, right then, wished she could have him in spite of the taboos against sex between a young boy and an older woman, wished she could forget her position as schoolteacher and seduce all of her male students regardless of the social prohibitions against such things.
"Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me, David! Oh please! Please! Use your darling dick on me! Ram it in and out! Ram it up my belly! Fuck me with that big beautiful cock, David! I don't care if it hurts me! Fuck me! Dick me, darling! Oh God! It's beautiful!" the horny woman whispered to herself, caught up completely in her fantasy.
Laura felt dams ready to burst inside her, felt riveis ready to overflow, felt tides ready to rise and flood her. She prepared herself for her cunt-melting climax, prepared herself for the flood of emotion and sexual sensation that would rack her beautiful nearly naked body.
"Oh David! David! Beautiful darling David! If only you were here with me now! If only you were my lover instead of my student! If only ..." she gasped softly, still working her fingers and her hand between her legs.
Laura was teetering on the brink when she smelled a rather peculiar odor. A strange acrid fragrance, sweet yet sharp, seemed to be wafting across the room. It was with considerable shock that she recognized the scent. It was'marijuana! Somebody was smoking pot somewhere nearby. She had smelled the fragrance of grass a month or two ago when she had caught her son Robert smoking the weed in his room. She hadn't made much of a fuss about it, realizing that it couldn't do him any real harm, although she had taken it away from him with a very mild rebuke. She still had the little bag of the stuff. At times she had wanted to try it herself, but so far had resisted the urge.
The horny schoolteacher sniffed the air and reluctantly removed her hand from her blazing cunt. She had to find out the source of the smell. Could there be someone else in the building besides her? Laura pulled up her panties and let her dress down, walking around the room and trying to determine the source of the wisps of smoke that drifted about. She felt her heart skip a beat when she realized that she had left one of her windows open just a crack. When she realized that she had forgotten to lower the blind all the way, she trembled with fear.
Someone was smoking pot outside her window. Had she been seen playing with herself so obscenely? It was too horrible to contemplate! Her first reaction was to run from the room in terror. When she realized that the pot-smoker had very likely heard her calling out David's name at the height of her self-inspired frenzy, she decided that she would have to do something positive to save herself instead of running away. It wouldn't do to let something so damaging be spread around Masonville Junior High School and the community in general. Her good reputation would be ruined!
Summoning up her courage, Laura ran to the window and threw it open, letting the shade roll up with a nerve-shattering racket. She had no idea what she would do when she confronted the intruder on her privacy. What could she possibly say to someone who had caught her in such a compromising position? When she stared out into the semicircle of high dense bushes that surrounded the window, her heart sank in her breast. David himself was kneeling there, a smoldering toke dangling from his lips, a look of utter horror on his youthful face.
Laura honestly thought she would die of shame and fright. Her knees shook. Her mouth opened. A shrill cry escaped her lips. It couldn't be! It was worse than she could possibly have imagined! Not only had she been heard and seen playing with her juicy cunt, but she had been caught at it by the boy whose imaginary presence had excited her so wildly.
Without even thinking about her actions, Laura reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulder, pulling him to his feet and managing somehow to look him right in the eye. When she made eye contact with young David, Laura realized for the first time that he was at least as frightened and embarrassed as she was. It gave her strength enough to open her mouth and speak to the boy with some semblance of calm.
"David! What are you doing out there? Don't you know the school is elosed? I should notify the authorities! And what may I ask is that? It isn't a cigarette, is it, David? No? That's just what I thought! Marijuana! You're smoking marijuana! And on school property after hours! You should be ashamed of yourself! I think you'd better get yourself in here right now, David Miner! No, stupid, not that way! Through the window! Do you want someone to see you?" she scolded, her heart racing all the while.
Laura knew that her only hope lay in her pressing her authority. She dared not let her embarrassment and fear show through her facade of calm and moral outrage. She stood back and watched the boy crawling clumsily through the open window. She watched the glowing joint fall from the boy's mouth in his mad rush to obey her. She realized that he was probably as frightened as she was. If only she could maintain her calm pose.
"I think you and I have a few things to discuss, young man! Sit over there!" Laura snapped, pointing to her chair.
David seemed frozen in place, unable to move a muscle. His mouth was open, his arms stiff at his sides, his eyes staring wildly at her. As Laura looked into his glittering eyes and saw the fear inside him she suddenly felt herself softening inside. David seemed to be on the brink of tears, a position in which she was amazed to find a boy of his devilish reputation. He was so cute standing there before her, so young, so tense, so innocent-looking, so tender, so much the embodiment of all the qualities that drove her wild that she couldn't help easing her attitude toward him.
"David, sit down. I realize how hard this is for you. It's not all that easy for me either. Do you understand that, David?" she managed to say, looking him in the eye.
She watched the boy nod his head nervously and back up all the way to the chair, as if afraid to turn his back on her.
"Don't worry, David, I'm not going to turn you in! Calm down!" she said with authority ringing in her voice, a tone of voice that she was finding more and more difficult to force.
The schoolteacher walked toward the boy with a steady stride and put her hands on his slender shoulders, pushing until he sat down. She stood before him and watched his glance fall to his feet, betraying his shame. Laura's shame was fast disappearing, was fast being replaced by a feeling much more moving. She felt her cunt moistening between her legs, felt herself warming to the boy in more than a motherly way. She felt sorry for the boy, and hot for him at the same time. She felt herself about to be swept away by the flood of her long-suppressed emotions, felt herself about to be sucked into the whirlpool of her long-denied lusts.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself, David?" she asked, smiling slightly to let the boy know that she wasn't quite as angry as she had let on.
"Uh . . . well . . . I . , . I'm sorry, Mrs. Watson ... I mean . . . Jesus Christ, Mrs. Watson! I don't know what to say!" the boy stumbled, his voice dry.
"Have you been smoking marijuana for very long, David?" she asked.
"Uh ... not too long ... coupla months ... " he replied weakly, looking down at his feet again.
"And how long have you been window-peeping?" she said, knowing the dangerous territory she was about to enter.
"W-window . .. window-peeping? I. . . I wasn't, Mrs. Watson! Honest I wasn't!" David said desperately, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Let's not lie to each other, David. You and I both know that you were looking in. And we both know what you saw. Isn't that right, David? Come now! Be honest now!" she said a bit too harshly.
"But I wasn't! I wasn't! Honest to God, Mrs. Watson!" David said, looking up at her pleadingly.
"You and I both know what you saw, David! Didn't you see something that you found interesting?" she smiled, sitting down on her desk directly in front of the nervous boy.
Laura felt something happening to her body and her mind, felt herself giving in to the lusty sensations that had welled up inside her for so long. Seized by the urge to be lewd before the boy, Laura slowly raised the hem of her dress, raising her leg at the same time, resting her foot on her desk.
"Didn't you see something like this, David?" she smiled, raising her dress until she had exposed her leg well above her knee. "Didn't you?" she insisted, smiling at the boy with a seductive look.
"Yeah . .. I. . . I guess I did .. ..." the boy said in a barely audible voice.
Laura felt wicked inside when she watched the kid's nervous yet eager eyes flash between his feet and the growing expanse of flesh beneath her dress. She knew that this was the moment when she would have to turn her fantasies into reality. She knew that she could turn this potentially ruinous situation into the most exciting experience of her recent life. She felt slightly dizzy with the excitement the boy inspired in her.
She would be wicked. She would do anything that came into her head. She would tease the boy until he had become her slave. She was in no real danger of discovery now. The boy dared not tell anyone what he had seen, or what he was about to do with her. He was in too much trouble already to spill the beans about anything that happened in her classroom after school. Who would believe his story even if he did decide to tell it? Would the respected Laura Watson dare do such depraved things to her students? When she realized how safe she was, she giggled uncontrollably for a moment.
"Would you like to see more, David darling?" she asked wantonly.
"More? Oh God, Mrs. Watson! What do you mean!? More? I... I don't understand! More?" the boy gasped, staring wildly at her leg.
"Yes, darling, more. Not that you haven't seen enough already! You really should be ashamed of yourself you know!" she said teasingly.
Laura saw the boy's eyes fall again in shame and her heart melted for him, melted as her cunt did.
"Of course I should be ashamed of myself too, I suppose. I find that people often do things that they should be ashamed of, David. Perhaps it's all right to do those things as long as no one finds out about them. Or perhaps we shouldn't be ashamed in the first place," she said, raising her dress ever-sc-slowly. "Did you enjoy what you saw, darling? Don't Me embarrassed. Did you like the show?"
"Oh God, Mrs. Watson. I. . . sure I enjoyed it... I mean .. . how could I help it? Yot.... you did ... did thatl" the boy rasped.
"That? That? What exactly do you mean, David?" Laura asked, raising her dress all the way to the crotch of her panties, opening her legs obscenely and letting the boy get a good look at her barely covered snatch. "What exactly is 'that'?"
"Oh gosh! You .. . you were ... uh ... you were playin' with yourself!" David said, his eyes bugging as he stared at the juncture of Laura's creamy thighs.
"Masturbating?" she asked with a wicked look. "Like this?" she smiled wantonly.
The hot-assed schoolteacher reached between her spread legs and rested her palm against the damp crotch of her panties, pressing hard against the responsive swelling of her tingling twat. With a toss of her head, she began making rubbing motions against her cunt, keeping her eyes on her victim, watching carefully his every reaction.
David couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had stumbled into the nut-busting situation quite by accident. He had been smoking with the guys down by the river behind the school when one of them suggested that they take a walk up to the building and maybe break a window or something, just for the hell of it. By the time they had made it to the building nobody was interested in breaking windows any more. In fact, nobody was interested in doing much of anything. David was the only one who still felt the urge to vandalize their brick prison. The other guys had wandered off toward home while he had snooped around for a while.
When he had noticed an open window, he had seized upon the chance to get into the place with the harmless intention of coming away with a souvenir of some kind. He had had the foresight to peek in the window before he opened it any farther. What he had seen made him freeze in place. He hadn't felt so strange in his life. There was Mrs. Watson, of all people, sitting on her desk, her dress pulled up all the way to her waist, her hands inside her panties. He couldn't believe his eyes! Mrs. Watson was playing with her cunt!
David had never seen anything like it in his life. He knew that girls did things like that too, but Mrs. Watson was a grown-up woman! Sherry Billings had done that in front of him once, but only after he had practically begged her on his knees. He couldn't understand what made girls so damn sensitive about things like that. Sherry had let him feel her up lots of times. She had even let him put his hand between her legs and touch the lips of her pussy. She had taken his cock out and rubbed it for him until his cum had shot out all over her hand. But she hadn't let him fuck her yet, even though he knew she had wanted it all the time. There were some things that the girls of Masonville just wouldn't do. His dad had told him to keep trying. He sure would.
Mrs. .Watson, however, was something else! She didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed about the things she had done. She didn't seem to care whether he saw her playing with her cunt or not. And now she was exposing herself for him as if she did it every day. What the hell was she trying to do to him? She was as old as his mother! And she was his math teacher! His math teacher! It was almost too much for the boy to take. David would have run from the room and taken his chances with the law if it were not for Mrs. Watson's incredible beauty.
Mrs. Watson had never tried to hide her feminine charms beneath old-lady dresses like some of the -eachers at Masonville, not that she would have been able to hide her charms even if she had tried. It was pretty well agreed that Mrs. Watson had to have the greatest pair of tits of all the teachers. Her legs weren't bad either, now that David was being treated to a long and careful look at them. In fact, Mrs. Watson's legs were beautiful, soft as silk, a light golden glow spread over them, perfectly shaped. He couldn't help staring at the softer-looking flesh of her upper thigh, couldn't help wondering how her leg would feel to his touch. It was a nasty thought, he knew, but he couldn't resist it.
She was doing such incredibly mind-boggling things to him, making his cock stir between his legs, making his heart throb in his chest, making it hard to control his breathing. The more of herself she exposed to him, the more he felt himself coming strangely under her power. He felt as if she could make him do anything in the world now, felt as if he were powerless to resist her every command. He could hardly even move.
David knew that his cock was hardening in his pants. He had gotten a rip-roaring hard-on outside while he had watched her play with her pussy only minutes before. He had been just about ready to haul out his dick and jerk off right there beneath the window when she had discovered him. His cock had softened somewhat in the confusion following his discovery, but it was rising again and he had no control over his sexually excited condition.
The beautiful teacher was driving him crazy. What would he do when his big eight-inch cock stuck down the leg of his pants? Surely she would notice the big stiff thing! Would she get mad at him again? Would she scream and call the cops or something? And how far was she going to go with her wild strip show? Was she really going to play with her cunt in front of him like that? When he saw her fingers slip under the waistband of her panties, he sucked in his breath and prepared for the worst-or the best.
"Would you like to look at my cunt, darling?" Laura sang, easing her flimsy panties down over her creamy thighs. "Would you like to see your teacher's pussy more closely?"
"Uh ... g-gosh yes ... but..." David struggled, his voice as dry as paper.
"But what, silly boy? Don't you like girls?"
Laura teased, removing her panties completely and holding them in her hand, dropping one leg over the back of the chair in which David sat, giving him an unavoidable view of her gaping cunt.
"Oh Christ, Mrs. Watson! What>re you doin'? My gosh! I... I don't get it!" the boy said, his eyes glittering as he stared into the most delicious-looking cunt he had ever seen or even imagined.
Mrs. Watson's cunt was even more beautiful than Sherry's, bigger, juicer, hotter-looking. And she was displaying it for him like that! It was so open, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away from it!
"Do you think I'm going to hurt you, David?" she smiled down at the boy.
"Gosh no, Mrs.. Watson! But. . . you're ... so much older than I am ... I mean . ...it's not right... is it?" the frightened and excited boy struggled.
"Of course it's not right, darling! But I'm doing it anyway! I know how badly you want to see my pussy, David! You were peeking in at me long enough! You could have left if you didn't like looking between my legs! And besides, dear boy, I've wanted to show you this for a long time! But we'll have to keep all of this our little secret! Understand?" she said, reaching between her legs and grasping the lips of her damp twat, pulling them apart until she knew the boy could see right up her cunt.
"Mrs. Watson! Jesus Christ! What're you doin'?" the boy gasped.
"I'm opening up my pussy for you, darling boy! Isn't it pretty? Have you ever seen a girl's cunt before, David?" She smiled wickedly, moving her cuntlips around with her fingers, watching the boy's sparkling eyes move with them.
"Yeah ... I've seen a girl's ..." the boy said, his voice trailing off as if he were afraid to say the word in front of the luscious schoolteacher.
"Cunt, darling. Cunt! Say the word, David. I want to hear you say it. Cunt! Have you seen a girl's cunt, darling?" she teased, tasting her nasty words on the tip of her tongue, savoring them with delight.
"I've seen a girl's... cunt," the boy said weakly.
"Whose, David? Don't be bashful. I'd like to know who is the lucky girl?" the hot-assed older woman asked the fourteen-year-old boy.
"Do I have to tell?" the boy begged, looking up from her cunt for the first time and looking into the woman's sexy eyes.
"I think you should, David. We have nothing to nide from each other, darling! Tell me who you've been playing around with, darling. I'll bet all the boys in school know all about it. You boys are such braggarts! I don't think you should keep your little secrets from me, David, not after what I've already found out about you!" the horny woman teased, enjoying the way she had him squirming.
"Sherry Billings," he said in a barely audible voice.
"Sherry! My goodness! Sherry Billings! And she's such a quiet little darling too! She's awfully pretty, David! Does she have a; pretty pussy?" Laura asked with a sly wink of her eye.
"A ... a pretty pussy ... well... uh .. .sure ... yeah ... it's pretty..." the boy answered, staring again between Mrs. Watson's spread legs.
"Is it as pretty as mine, David?" Laura asked, moving even closer to the boy, moving until her twat was only a foot or two away from the boy's face.
"Jesus no! Nothin's as pretty as this!" the boy gasped.
"Has little Sherry ever let you touch her there?" Laura asked, her cunt burning with lust for the helpless young boy.
"A few times," David answered, his heart racing.
Was Mrs. Watson actually going to let him touch her between the legs? His math teacher? A woman old enough to be his mother? The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on?
"A few times? My goodness, David, if I were Sherry I would let you touch me there all the time! In fact, darling, I would insist upon it! Nothing feels better to a woman than a man's hand on her cunt, David! Would you like to touch me there?" she asked, her twat seething with excitement, dripping with lust.
"Touch you? There?" the boy rasped, his cock hardening in his pants.
"Of course, lover. Reach up and touch my pussy! Go ahead, David! It won't bite you!" Laura said sweetly. "Feel my fucking cunt, David!"
David still couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was scared half to death to touch her cunt, but he was in her power now. He felt his hand rising from his lap where it had been resting in a vain attempt to cover his cock, felt his hand moving up toward the gaping gash that she was so obscenely displaying for him. When he felt the heat radiating from the juncture of her silken thighs he pulled his hand away, afraid to lay it on the wet flesh of her seething cunt.
"It's all right, David darling! It's all right! I want you to touch me! I want you to feel me! I know how nasty it is, David, but I want it anyway! Didn't you hear me calling your name while I was playing with my cunt, David?" she asked, taking the boy's trembling hands in hers.
"I thought it was somebody else!" David said, amazed that she had been thinking about him while she finger-fucked her beautiful hot cunt.
"It was your name, darling! Your name! I've been hot for you for a long time, David! Doesn't that turn you on, David? Doesn't that make your cock grow? Doesn't that just make your balls ache in your pants, darling? I've been watching you in class, darling! I've been watching you tease the girls with your hard dick* you and your buddies! I've been itching for it, David! Now that I have you with me I want you to make me feel good! Make my cunt burn and tingle, lover! Make it drip for you! Put your hand on it, lover!" Laura hissed, wriggling her hip's, making her gaping wet gash move temptingly.
David sucked in his breath when she slowly placed his hand over the wantonly exposed nest of her furry cunt. He trembled with excitement when he felt the downy curls of her pussy hair against his young hand. She held his hand felt against her cunt, held it there until he no longer tried to resist. The heat of her throbbing twat seemed to surge through his hand and go straight through him to his young cum-filled balls.
"Feel my cuntlips, David! Consider it a part of your education, darling! Stroke them with your fingertips, David! Oh yes! Wonderful! That makes me feel so good! It makes my pussy come alive! It makes me feel like my twat is on fire! Do it to me, boy! Make my cunt bum!" Laura cried, her mind reeling with lust.
The feeling of a young boy's trembling fingers exploring the lips of her cunt was enough to make her melt. It was so wicked, so depraved. She had denied her desires much too long. She had to indulge herself now, no matter how wicked her act, no matter how taboo.
The hot-assed teacher felt the boy's eager yet nervous fingers gently stroking the raggedy lips of her cunt, felt her pussy running with juice, wetting the boy's fingertips. Laura had never felt so lewd. The boy was only fourteen years old, young enough to be her own son! She wanted to hug him to her and comfort him in his nervousness. She had noticed, however, that his fear of her in the face of her unexpected sensual onslaught was being fast overcome by his natural interest in sex.
The horny teacher wanted to teach the boy everything he needed to know about fucking and sucking. Nothing would hold her back. It would be an education for her as well, as she learned how far down the road to depravity her lust would take her.
"Put your fingers to your lips, David. Don't be afraid, darling. Taste the juice of my pussy! Do you like it, David? Would you like to taste my cunt? Why don't you put your face up against it, lover? Be a man, David! I won't hurt you! Eat my cunt!" Laura said, her body shiveri.ig with excitement.
The hot-assed woman reached behind David's tousled blond head and pulled him toward her pussy, gently but with insistence. She watched him blinking nervously as his face neared her musky cunt, blinking as if he dared not look at her so closely.
"Do you really mean it, Mrs. Watson? Do you really want me to do ... that?" David rasped, looking up from the woman's furry cunt.
"I want it more than anything else in the world, dear boy! I want your lips on my cunt! I want you to lick my cuntlips and suck my clit, David!"
Laura said, her responsive cunt flooding with moisture. "I take it that little Sherry hasn't let you do that to her yet," she teased.
"No, Mrs. Watson. She wouldn't let me do that1." the boy said, his lips only an inch or two from the gaping lips of Mrs. Watson's cunt.
"I'm letting you do it! In fact, David, I'm insisting on it! Lick my pussy! Lick your teacher's cunt!" she hissed, pushing the boy's head until his lips crushed against the creamy wet gash of her delicious cunt.
Laura thought she would die when she felt the boy's mouth pressing against the lips of her cunt. It was the first time in two years she had felt anything warm against her pussy other than her own fingers. She came alive as never before when she felt the young boy's nervous yet eager lips fluttering over the gash between her legs. It was obvious that the boy didn't really know what to do now that his face was pressed against a woman's juicy twat.
The taste and scent of Mrs. Watson's cunt was intoxicating to the boy. He had never imagined that a woman's cunt could be so delicious. It felt hot against his cheeks when he rubbed against it, felt alive against his lips when he pressed them against it. And all the while the homy teacher was looking down between her legs and watching him working his lips there. It was too much!
"Kiss my cuntlips, David. That's right. Oh God! Wonderful! Yes! Now suck them into your mouth! Oh Christ!" Laura cried out as incredibly exciting sexual electricity shot through her pussy. "Oh David! David! You do that beautifully! You make me hot, darling! Stick out your tongue, lover! Stick out your tongue and put it in me!" she cried, reaching down and spreading open the lips of her cunt with two fingers, opening her cunt hole for the eager young stud's tongue.
Laura's body jerked when she felt the kid press his face hard against her steaming gash and poke his stiffened tongue in her open cunt hole. She told him to twist it around inside her. He obeyed eagerly, driving her wild. Her belly fluttered when he began nibbling at the gash of her pussy. He was responding powerfully to her now, just beginning to act on his own, just beginning to feel more sure of himself in his mind-boggling position.
"Do you see my clit?" Laura cried, hardly able to speak now. "There!" she said, pointing to it, shivering when her fingertip brushed the little red bud of flesh. "Lick that place, darling! Lick it hard and fast! Oh Christ! David! Oh God! I've needed this for so long! Lick it! Lick it! You can't imagine how that feels, darling! Hard! Lick it harder! Faster! Lick my clit! Make me come, darling! Make my pussy flash! Make your teacher come! Make me COME!" Laura cried out.
Young David couldn't believe that he was making her act that way just by licking her cunt. She was going wild, moving her legs and rocking back and forth on the top of her desk, and all the while saying the dirtiest things imaginable. She sure wasn't behaving like the other teachers at Masonville! And she wasn't the only one who was turned on like crazy. David's cock was as hard as rock in his pants. The thing was sticking down his leg and making his nuts ache something awful. He didn't know what to do about his sexual torment. He had the urge to haul out his dick and jack off to relieve the tension in his balls, but he knew that that was out of the question. He had to do something before his. cock shot off right in his pants.
"I'm coming, David! Oh Christ, darling boy, I'm coming! Keep licking my clit! Yes! Oh yes! I love your tongue on my cunt! I'm coming! It's been so long, so long, so very long! I can't stand it! OH GOD! I LOVE IT!" she screamed as her rushing orgasm tore through her like a raging river.
Laura bounced up and down so hard that it was difficult for David to keep his rapidly licking tongue against the place she had pointed out to him. At the peak of her orgasmic frenzy, Laura grabbed the boy's head and crushed his face hard against her seething twat. She wrapped her long silken legs around the young kid's slender shoulders and held him to her as she writhed in the heat of her lust.
Only when the rushing sensations of her orgasm had subsided did Laura relax her tight hold on David's shoulders and let him take his face away from her flashing cunt. When the boy looked up-at her, his eyes flashing, his lips wet with cunt juice, she knew that she had to do something for him. She had to make him come wildly, had to make his young jism blast from the shaft of his hard prick, had to bring him the greatest pleasure of his life. She hoped that he was ready.
"I think you deserve something delicious in return for that wonderful climax you gave me, David. Don't you agree, lover?" she smiled, noting the eager look on the young lad's handsome face.
David looked up at his horny teacher and nodded bashfully, not really knowing what the woman had in mind. He didn't have to know what; she had in mind to agree to it. He would agree to anything. His brain swam with lusty excitement. All he cared about now was the aching deep in his balls and the tingling at the head of his rock-hard cock. Mrs. Watson had done wild things already.
When he realized that she was about to do even more wild things to him he almost passed out with excitement and tension.
"Stand up, David!" Laura sang, letting her dress fall over her naked cunt. "My but you are a handsome young devil!" she whispered, touching his cunt-juice-covered cheeks with her fingertips. "So strong! So young! And so excited!" she gasped in feigned amazement as she let her eyes rove from his face all the way to the hard bulge of his cock. "Did I do that to you, David?"
"fm sorry, Mrs. Watson! I couldn't help it! It just got like that! I didn't mean to let it! I just can't help it! You did those things and it... well... it just got stiff like that!" David stammered, not knowing whether to feel ashamed of his hard cock or not.
"Don't be silly, David. I like your cock, especially when it's hard like this! I've watched it get hard in class, you know! You always make me hot when you tease the girls with it! Did you know that you were teasing me too?" the homy schoolteacher cooed, falling to her knees and taking the boy's trembling hand in hers.
"Gosh no! I was just foolin' around. I didn't know I was turnin' you on! Was I really doin* that?" David asked, a trace of pride in his youthful voice.
"You were turning me on all right, darling! My cunt's been on fire for you lately! Your cock is so huge! It's a wonder the girls don't jump right out of their seats and make you fuck them with it, David!" Laura said, watching the bashful look she loved spread over the boy's smooth face. "Have you ever fucked s girl, David?" she smiled wickedly.
David turned away when she asked him the embarrassing question. He didn't know what to I say. He had told all the guys that he had fucked I girls, bui what was he supposed to say to Mrs. I
Watson? Actually he hadn't put his dick up Sherry 1
Billings' pussy yet, simply because she had been 1
afraid to let him, not because of any hesitation on 1
his part. He could brag to his buddies about his I conquests with little risk of discovery. How could I he lie to a woman as knowledgeable about fucking I as Mrs. Watson? She would see right through him.
He was relieved when she answered her question for him.
"That's all right, David,'I understand! It doesn't matter whether you've really fucked a girl or not! Girls your age are afraid of big dicks like yours sometimes, darling. You must understand that. A cock that big would hurt awfully if it went into a I virgin's little cunt, David. You must have patience. I Has little Sherry Billings touched you there yet, F David? I don't see how she could resist feeling it I for you?" Laura smiled, staring at the hard bulge | of the boy's throbbing cock. *
"Uh ... yeah ... she's touched it a coupla I times .. . " the boy replied, his voice failing as he 1 watched the woman bend down toward the lower 1 part of his tense body. |
"Does she masturbate you, David?" Laura smiled wickedly, her eyes glittering with uncon- :
trollable lust. I
"She did once," the boy gasped, turned on but *
still embarrassed by the woman's shameless , questioning.
"Did you enjoy it, darling?" Laura said, pursing her lips.
"Gosh yeah! It was great... I mean ... sure I enjoyed it... " he said, afraid to sound too eager.
"Did Sherry grab your dickie like this?" Laura]
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teased, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and moving her hand up and down.
"Gosh, Mrs. Watson!" the boy said, blinking wildly.
"Did she make your jism shoot out, David?" she continued, making masturbating movements over her wrist.
"Yeah ..." the boy said weakly, his nuts aching.
"Would you like me to do that for you, lover?" Laura cooed, licking her lips. "Would you like me to jack you off and make you shoot your wad?" the hot thirty-six-year old woman asked the horny teenager.
"Sh-shoot. . . shoot my wad? You . . . you really mean it?" the boy gasped.
"I'll show you that I mean it, David!" Laura hissed, attacking the front of the boy's patched Levi's, tugging down his tightly stretched zipper and reaching down the leg of his pants.
David stood on his tiptoes, his entire body tense with incredible excitement. His nuts felt like two hand grenades between his stiff legs. His cock felt as hot as a poker. He was slightly di;:zy with excitement as the woman did wild things to his young mind and body. He knew there was something nasty about letting an older woman jack him off, just as there was something nasty about sucking her juicy cunt, but she was too beautiful to resist. He was afraid his dick would shoot in his jeans if she touched it right.
"It's stuck in your pants, darling! It's so long and stiff that it's stuck down the leg of your pants! David, you really must be hot for me! It's so hard! So beautifully hard!" she cried, grabbing the root of his thick prick.
Unable to release the boy's hard-on from his fcs, Laura unbuckled his belt and spread his ts open, exposing his fuzzy groin. She trailed long loving fingers down over the boy's lower stomach and into the wiry hair on his groin, making the kid shiver with excitement. She ran her hands up under his shirt and felt the lean muscles of his stomach and chest, felt his heart beating, felt his muscles hard and tense. She knew how powerfully she was affecting the boy and her pussy was seething with the excitement the wild situation inspired in her. She pushed the boy's pants all the way down to his feet and stared excitedly when his hard dick snapped up against his hairy groin.
"My God, David! It's even bigger naked than it looks in your pants! It's huge! My God, David! No wonder little Sherry is afraid of it! I'm not afraid of it though, darling! I love it! Let me make your dick feel good, David! Let me beat your meat for you! You're such a deserving young man!" Laura hissed, moving incredibly close to the boy's hot young body.
Laura ran her silken hands, up and down the kid's smooth legs a few times before she reached out for the arching pole of flesh that jutted up in front of him. When she wrapped her fingers around the dripping organ, David jumped back in an involuntary spasm, pulling his cock from her hand. She grabbed his dick again and pushed it down until it stood straight out in front of him. She began ever-so-slowly moving her soft warm hand up and down over the boy's juice slickened rod, making his nuts squirm in their tight sac.
David had never felt so excited in his life. The older woman's hand grasped his cock as gently as could be, sliding over the sensitive skin of his prick effortlessly. It was as if some invisible hand were running over his rod, and yet the woman' eages hand felt like a thousand hands at once, all milking his dick, making his balls want to shoot their creamy load at her. The wildly turned-on boy gasped when he felt Mrs. Watson's expert hand grasping his swollen balls and squeezing them tightly iri contrast to the gentle way she continued to stimulate his cock with her other hand.
"Do you like that, little lover? Do you like having your balls squeezed while a woman beats you off?" she cooed, squeezing his cum-swollen balls until he closed his eyes in pleasure-pain. "Do you feel your cum ready to squirt yet, darling?" the hot-assed schoolteacher purred at her pupil. "Would you like to shoot it all over my face?"
"All over ... your face? You're shittin' me, Mrs. Watson! You don't mean that! You couldn't mean that! All over your face! Jesus Christ! I... I'm gonna shoot it pretty soon, Mrs. Watson! I can't help it! If you don't want me to you'd better stop doin' that!" the boy begged, still unable to believe that she could really want him to do that to her.
"I want you to shoot it, darling! I want it in my face! I want to taste it on my lips! Do you hear me, David! I want you! I want all of you! I want your dick! I want your balls! I want your lips! I want your cum!" Laura cried.
The sex-crazed woman reached under her dress and began rubbing her twat with the palm of her hand, driving herself wild again, raising herself to the brink of sexual passion with her masturbating movements against her excited cunt.
David began making soft groaning sounds deep in his chest when he felt the woman's fingers tightening more and more around the swollen shaft of his young cock. He felt her hand running faster and faster up and down the rigid shaft of his cock, beating harder and harder against his tight nuts„ He was going crazy with excitement. His breathing came faster and harder. He could almost see stars before his eyes. He knew when a sudden rush of hot tingling sensations surged through his balls and cock that he was about to shoot his wad in Mrs.
Watson's hand.
"I... I... I'm gonna do it, Mrs. Watson! Jesus Christ! I... can't stop it! Here it comes, Mrs. Watson! Oh shit! Shit!" the boy groaned as his balls blew up between his strong young legs.
David felt shot after shot of jism blasting through the incredibly stiff barrel of his cock, felt his nuts unloading all their pent-up energies in hot spurts of cum.
"Oh my God! I'm coming again! Keep shooting it, David! I'm ... coming!" Laura cried as her cunt flashed, flooding her with hot wet sensations.
Laura gripped her young lover's rock-hard prick and jerked him off fiercely, milking blasts of cum out of him. She thought he would never stop coming. Squirts of the hot thick jism splattered all over her glowing pink cheeks, running down over her chin and down her neck. Her fingers were sopping wet with the cum her young lover shot over her.
"Open your eyes, David! Watch your cum come out! Watch it shoot all over my cheeks! Oh God!
It's delicious! It's wonderful on my face! Keep shooting it at me!" she cried, pumping harder and harder on his still-hard dick.
The hot-assed teacher watched the boy open his glittering blue eyes and stare at her as his cock pumped his jism against her delicate flesh. When she told him to keep shooting his cum at her, he bent backward and strained to make more of his jism blast from his tight nuts. When her cunt had stopped flashing with sexual electricity, she removed her hand from her twat and began milking the boy's loosening balls, kneading them, making the kid groan with pleasure.
Seized by the urge to taste the boy's cum, Laura dropped his cock and began gathering his dribbling jism from her lips and cheeks on the tips of her fingers and licking the stuff up.
"Your cum is delicious, David, so rich and creamy! I could eat it all up!" the horny schoolteacher smiled, licking her lips. "Is there any more left in there, lover?" she asked wickedly, taking his cock in her fingers and bending toward it.
David couldn't believe his eyes! Was she really going to put her lips on his cock? Sherry would never have done that for him! When he felt her mouth suddenly engulf the still-firm shaft of his young cock he knew that she would do anything that came into her head. His cock jerked in her mouth as she began sucking hard and fast at it. It was hard already, but the feeling of her wet warm mouth moving softly and slowly over the head of his dick made the organ as hard as steel. His balls were already starting to squirm again. It was almost as if he hadn't shot his wad at all!
Laura moved her wet tongue over the head of her young student's naked cock, slipping and sliding it over the cockhead and up around the sensitive underside of the bulging thing. She felt the boy's fourteen-year-old prick swelling inside her face to even greater proportions than before, felt it throbbing with pounding blood, felt cum dribbling out of his swollen cock as she sucked the last tasty drop from the root of his rod.
"Your cock tastes better than your cum, David!" Laura said, pulling off for a moment. "Do you like being sucked off?"
"Oh shit yeah! Oh crap! Do it some more! C'mon, Mrs. Watson! Do it for me again! You gotta! It feels so damn good!" David pleaded, his face twisted into a mask of desperation.
"If you insist, David. But I can't do this all day you know! I have to go home to my own young men!" Laura said.
A strange feeling came over Laura when she mentioned her own two boys. It was true! She did have to go home to her own young men! How could she face the boys after spending the afternoon sucking and being sucked by a boy as young as they were? She knew that her sons and David were acquainted, although not very closely. What would happen to her if David told Robert and Marty about his wild afternoon after class? She had to make certain that the boy told no one!
Laura worked on David's distended dick until he was standing on his tiptoes again, his body hard with tension. When she was certain that he was on the brink of a wild orgasm again, the hot-assed older woman took her lips from his prick and grasped it with her hand again.
"Again, David? My goodness, young man, you never give up! How much cum do you have in there anyway?" she teased, squeezing the boy's saliva-slickened cock and masturbating it at the same time in fast up-and-down movements.
"I got lots of it, Mrs. Watson! But... gosh
...I've never felt like this before! I think I'm gonna shoot my rocks off again! Do you want me to? Can I do it in your mouth this time?" the boy
-asked, his eyes glowing with warmth and youthful eagerness.
"You'd like to shoot that wad right down my throat? What a thing to ask a woman! You should be ashamed of yourself, David Milner! I don't think I'll let you come this time! You must have some respect for your teacher!" Laura teased, enjoying the wounded look on his lust-twisted face.
"But. . . but, Mrs. Watson . . . " the boy stumbled, his voice dry as cotton. "I'm about ready to squirt it! You gotta do it for me!" the boy begged.
"I think we'd better call our little session to a close for today. We don't want you to get all worn out! If you really think you need me, David, you can stay after school tomorrow. We can do this again if you wish, darling. But we have to keep everything a big secret! Do you understand?" she smiled at her hard-cocked young stud.
"But. .. my cock . . . it's ..." David struggled, his balls aching with lust, longing to empty their load into Mrs. Watson's sucking face.
"Your cock will stay hard all night, won't it, darling? That is if you resist the urge to finish the job I started. Will it stay up until tomorrow afternoon, David?" she smiled.
"Well. . . sure . . . but... I don't think I can wait that long! It hurts somethin' awful!" the boy begged, looking down at his rigid young cock.
"Just imagine how much better it will feel when I suck your cockie off tomorrow!" Laura said, carefully pulling up the boy's Levi's and tucking his hard prick back into them with the greatest of difficulty.
"Will you suck if off tomorrow, Mrs. Watson? Really? Promise?" the boy pleaded.
"I promise, David! But you have to promise not to jerk it off during the night! Do you understand?" Laura cautioned.
"Okay, Mrs. Watson. I won't even touch it!" David said, flinching as his beautiful math teacher zipped up his straining fly.
Laura kissed her homy young student behind the ear and patted his lean young ass, pointing to the window.
"Be careful now, David, we can't have anyone seeing you! And remember, not a word about this to anyone, not even your best friends! Do you hear me, David?" Laura said sternly as the boy crawled through the window.
"I won't say a word!" he whispered, looking back at her.
Laura giggled when the boy scrambled through the bushes and broke into a run across the lawn. She knew that she had made him feel better than he had ever felt in his life. She knew that she had given him an afternoon of pleasure that he would never forget. She would never forget it either! It was her first venture into the taboo world ofsex with young boys, a world she wanted desperately to explore. Her first step hadn't been too difficult. She had been pushed over the borders of depraved lust by chance. She hoped her future explorations would be as easy.