Chapter 3
The next day in English class, all Timmy could think of was the fun he'd had with the woman who now stood in front of the class with her tan dress buttoned up to her throat. With her glasses on, her face looked so serious Timmy could hardly picture it contorted into a grimace of ecstasy as he had seen it the evening before. He had to close his eyes to picture her as she had been then.
This time when the bell rang, he longed for her to call his name. But she didn't. Nor did she the next day, nor the next.
Finally, hungry for more of Jan's special treat, he lingered after the other kids had left the room. Still, Jan paid no attention to him.
"Jan," he said as he went to her desk.
"You mean 'Miss White' don't you?" she said coolly. Timmy was stunned.
"Look, Timmy, when we're at my place jerking off, you can call me 'Jan.' But in school it's 'Miss White'," she whispered.
Timmy smiled. For a minute he thought he had dreamed about jerking off at Jan's place.
"Uh, would you like me to come over and help with the furniture again?" he asked with a sheepish smile.
"No thanks," Jan said. "Jerry and I did it the other night." Then she lowered her voice again. "I'd like to jerk off with you again, though."
"When?" Timmy asked eagerly.
"Not tonight," Jan said. "I've got a date with Jerry. Don't forget Timmy, I am engaged to be married. If Jerry would only jerk off with me I wouldn't even do it with you. It's not that I don't think you're a nice kid. And it's not that I don't love to watch your big prick spewing. But I need to see a guy jerking off once in a while. And I need one to watch me do it. And Jerry has a hang-up about it.
"Yeah, I understand," Timmy said. "Actually, I'd rather get laid. But so far I haven't found a chick who'll fuck me. I'm tired of jerking off. Of course, doing it with you is something else."
"I know how it is to be a horny teenager," Jan said.
She seemed to think for a minute. Then she looked at the clock.
"Maybe I can help you out," she said. "Ever had a blow job?"
"N-no!" Timmy said.
Jan quickly went to the door and closed and locked it.
"It's the least I can do for you," she said. "You were so nice about jerking off for me."
Jan came back to where Timmy stood dumbfounded. She ran her fingers over the lump in his pants, making him shiver with lust.
"You have such a wonderfully fat cock, sucking it will be terrific!" she whispered.
As she spoke, she hugged Timmy. Her tits pressed to his chest. Then they slid down his body as she got down on her knees in front of him.
With quick, nimble fingers, Jan unfastened Timmy's pants and pulled them down. When his prick got caught in the waistband of his shorts, she skillfully bent it out of the way. She obviously knew her way around in a guy's pants.
Jerking off with her was one thing, but a blow job was even greater! So, as Timmy stood at the head of the class, looking down at his teacher and his hard cock, he trembled with uncontrollable joy.
Jan touched his prick head. His cock bucked like a shy horse. It was the first time anyone other than himself had touched his prick. It seemed like a milestone to the boy.
Jan held Timmy's prick with both hands. Still, the monstrous prick jerked with a steady beat.
Timmy looked down. He saw Jan's lips pucker and touch the tip of his blunt cockhead. His body jerked as though he'd been hit by a whip rather than by Jan's soft lips.
Next, Jan stuck out her tongue. Then she licked Timmy's prick tip.
"Huhhhhh!" Timmy gasped as the velvety touch of Jan's tongue filled him with ecstasy.
Licking his prick several times, Jan was just warming up. One of her hands moved to his balls. She hefted them in her hand carefully.
Jan opened her mouth, taking Timmy's prick into it. Slowly and gently, she moved her face forward until half the length of his cock disappeared.
Timmy stood there, shaking and gasping. He watched Jan's face as his prick rested in the heat of her mouth. Seeing her with her mouth stretched around his prick was as exciting as the sensation of her mouth on his cock!
Jan looked up at the boy. Their eyes met. Jan didn't seem to be embarrassed about kneeling there with the boy's prick in her mouth. If anything, she seemed to be smiling, although it was hard to tell.
When Jan began rocking back and forth, sliding Timmy's prick over her tongue, the exquisite joy of a blow job made him moan.
Jan squeezed his balls, but not enough to hurt him. Then she began tickling him below his balls, near his asshole.
With the intense pleasure and excitement of having his prick sucked', Timmy had to grab Jan's shoulder to steady himself.
Gradually, Jan's mouth began sliding faster over Timmy's prick. His prick was reaching the back of her throat. On its way, his cock passed over the softness of her tongue. And every time the tender skin on the underside of his prick head made that trip, Timmy felt a wave of pleasure race through him.
Still holding his balls in one hand, Jan reached around to the boy's ass with her other hand. She ran that hand over the tensed cheeks of his ass. Her soft finger tips ran up and down his crack.
Jan played Timmy's lust like a master. She seemed to know how to make this treat as thrilling as possible.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhh!" Timmy gasped as his passion mounted. His knees were shaking and he was bent over Jan's head, bracing himself by leaning on her shoulder. Timmy had never known such ecstasy!
When his trembling changed to mad quakes, Jan knew she would soon be tasting his gism.
Timmy wondered if he was supposed to come in Jan's mouth. He sure wanted to! But he didn't want to do something wrong and have her be mad at him. He decided he'd better at least warn her.
"I'm going to come!"
But rather than take her sucking mouth from his cock, Jan began moving her face faster and taking him deeper into her throat.
As soon as Timmy realized that she was going to drink his gism, his orgasm hit. And it hit like a hurricane.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried as his body lunged forward.
He almost knocked Jan backwards. But she braced herself and kept sucking!
In his ecstasy, Timmy watched Jan's face. Her eyes bulged like a gourmet tasting a fine wine. Her lips remained tightly wrapped around his shaft, but some gism and saliva drooled down her chin.
"Ohhhhh!" Timmy sighed deeply as his lustful pleasure continued surging through him.
Jan was swallowing a mouthful of gism as more shot into her mouth from the fat head of Timmy's prick.
When his gism stopped spewing, Jan stopped moving her mouth over his prick. But she kept sucking. It wasn't until every bit of his cream was in Jan's stomach that she felt his cock out of her mouth.
"There! How was that?" Jan asked as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Wow!" Timmy exclaimed.
Jan stood up. Suddenly, Timmy was face to face with her. She was smiling as she licked her lips.
"I really shouldn't have done that," she said. "Jerry would kill us both if he found out."
Timmy was still out of his mind with excitement. It hadn't occurred to him to pull up his pants.
"This has to be a secret between us," Jan said. "Just like our jerking off the other night. Can I trust you?"
"Sure!" Timmy said. "I won't tell a soul. I promise."
Jan looked at the clock.
"Pull up your pants, Timmy," she said. "Quickly! Jerry's going to be here any minute."
Timmy felt foolish when he realized he still had his pants around his knees while Jan had remained fully clothed. But the thought of being caught there when Jan's boyfriend showed up took his mind off everything else.
Timmy pulled up his pants, and Jan ran to the door to unlock it. But before she could turn the key, the doorknob turned. The shadow of a man appeared on the frosted glass in the door.
Jan quickly unlocked the door while Timmy buckled his belt in record time. The door opened.
"How come the door was locked?" the man said as he stepped into the room.
"I had to scold one of my pupils," Jan said, pointing to Timmy. "Andl didn't want him to get away before I finished."
Under Jerry's stern gaze, Timmy quickly left.
"Don't forget what I told you," Jan said as he slipped out the door.
It had been a close call, Timmy thought. If Jerry had come a few minutes earlier it would have meant trouble. And now that Timmy had seen how big Jerry was, he didn't want to meet him again.
But as soon as Timmy was away from the school, he forgot about Jerry. He was thinking about the blow job he'd received. He couldn't wipe the smile from his face. If only he could tell his friends about it, he would be a hero. Too bad Jan had told him not to. But, then, no one would believe him anyway.