Chapter 4
Miss Stevenson had a nice quiet weekend. She longed for the feel of her star pupil's hard penis, but she was still relieved that she didn't have any classes. It would be nice to stay home and just relax.
Most people use the weekends to have fun, but this teacher found that they were much more boring than during the week. The weekend meant that she was alone, and she didn't really like that.
Oh, she had tried to go out on dates. There were a few men in her life, but they didn't really interest her. In the first place, she really preferred them young. She loved young boys, and the younger they were the more she liked them. The men she dated were all older than she was, and even though some of them were quite experienced sexually and did things with her that no younger man would have even thought of, let alone been able to do, she still found that youthful naivite was what she really craved. She loved showing a boy how to use his cock and balls. That really excited her, and she was pleased that so many of the children in her classroom enjoyed her body.
She knew for the first time that she enjoyed young boys when she was still in college. She had been living with her parents and her mother had ordered groceries from the market. They still hadn't been delivered when her parents had to leave.
"Now Roberta," admonished her mother, "you know you shouldn't leave until the boy comes with the groceries. The food will spoil if you don't put it right away into the refrigerator."
"Yes, mother," said Miss Stevenson. "I am not going anywhere tonight. I will be home all night studying."
"You really should get out more often," said her mother. "You know I don't like you to stay home every Saturday night."
"I don't mind," she replied. "I really don't enjoy going out."
"But Roberta dear, you can meet so many nice young men at school. I don't see why you don't date them. You know it isn't as if you weren't asked."
"Yes, mother, but I just don't want to. The boys in my classes don't interest me. They are all so all-knowing and smart-ass. I would like somebody who doesn't question and doesn't demand."
"You won't find men like that," said her mother. "It sounds more like you want a young boy."
Her mother hadn't meant anything by that remark, but Roberta Stevenson wondered if it were true.
"Anyway, I'll be here, so you don't have to worry about your food spoiling." Roberta went back to her books as her parents left the house.
She was quite engrossed in her work, so she didn't hear the doorbell ring at first. By the time she finally heard it, she opened the door just in time to see the boy entering the elevator. The groceries were lying on the doorstep.
"Come back!" she shouted. "Wait!"
The boy hurried out of the elevator. "What do you want, miss?" he asked. He was a good-looking young lad of about thirteen. He obviously was helping out earn some money for his family, for him to be working so young.
"I want to give you a tip," she said. "Wait just a minute. I'll go find my handbag." She went inside and started to look to see where she kept her pocketbook. "I'll find it in a minute."
"That's all right, lady," said the boy. "I don't mind."
"No, you can't leave without some change," she insisted. "You work hard. You deserve a tip."
The boy stood at the door. He waited, but he figured that she was so scatterbrained that she would never find her pocketbook.
"Don't stand there," she said, noticing him, "I think you could come in, that is, if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind," he said. "This was my last delivery for the day."
"Well, I think I found something," she said. "No. It was a foreign coin. Oh, dear, I don't think I have any change. Can I get you something to drink instead? Coffee? A soda? A glass of milk?"
"That's okay, thanks." He started to go. She called him back again. She couldn't bare to see that handsome young boy leave. She suddenly realized that she didn't want to be alone anymore. She wanted him to spend the evening with her.
"Look, how about a beer?" she asked. "Do you drink beer?"
"Well, I like it," he said, "but I usually don't drink it."
"Here is a glass," she said reaching into the cupboard. "I'll get the beer from the fridge."
She opened the refrigerator door and took out two bottles of beer. She opened them and poured them into two glasses. As he drank, she looked at him up and down.
He noticed her attentions, and wanted to leave, but he didn't feel it was polite after he had been offered something to drink.
"You know," she began, "you are a good-looking boy."
He blushed. "Thanks," he said.
"No, I mean it. You are really quite attractive." The boy stood up. He wanted to go now, and he started towards the door. Roberta looked at him. Apparently he had thought she was attractive too because his penis was erect and causing his pants to bulge at his fly.
"Would you like another beer?" she asked. "I'm going to have one."
"Well, I should be going," he said.
"Oh, come on, stay and have one more. There's a lot of beer in the fridge. Come on, stay?"
"Well, okay," he said. "Just one more." She poured out a second glass of beer. She leaned forward in front of him and couldn't help noticing that he was staring down her blouse.
"Oh," she said, touching the buttons on her blouse. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay," he said, his face turning red. "I don't mind." He was sorry that she noticed where he was staring. He liked to look at tits.
"I wouldn't have thought a boy your age would be interested in women yet," she said. "Most boys your age haven't even noticed that girls are different from boys."
"I've noticed," he said with a smile. "I'm no dummy."
"No, I'm sure you're not," she said. "I can see that you took advantage of me and looked down my blouse."
"Well, you were right in front of me," he said. "I couldn't help but notice."
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked. "Did you like it, or did it turn you off?"
"Oh, no," he said, "it turned me on. I really liked it. You have very nice tits."
"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad." She was proud of her tits. They were firm and fleshy and her red nipples protruded from her mounds quite noticeably.
Roberta let her hand fall away from her blouse. She had intentionally unbuttoned several buttons and her blouse opened slightly.
"Yeah, you've got great tits," said the boy. "I like nice tits. You are turning me on."
"I am?"
"Yes," he replied. "I could go for someone like you."
"What kind of talk is that for a thirteen-year-old?" she asked. "I've never heard anyone your age talk like you."
"Well, maybe when you were my age," he said, "but all the kids talk like that now. You are a really swinging girl, you know. I like that."
"Oh, come off it. You don't know that many girls."
"I do too."
"How can you? You're much too young to know what to do with them."
"No I'm not."
"What do you do with them, if you're so smart?"
"Well," he hesitated. "I know what to do."
"What? What would you do with me, for instance, if you could do anything at all."
"I don't know."
"See? I told you, you wouldn't know what to do with a girl if she offered herself to you naked."
"Yes I do. I've done it before."
"What have you done before."
"I've fucked girls before."
"You have."
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Oh, lots. Lots of girls. I know how to fuck."
"You do? What do you do?"
"Stop kidding me. I know what to do with my prick. I've put my prick inside a girl's hole."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. You think I'm some sort of dummy. I know I could fuck you, if you would let me. I know how to fuck, I really do."
"If I let you fuck me, would you do a good job?"
"Sure," boasted the boy. "I could really fuck you. Look, my cock is already hard."
"So I see," said Roberta as the boy stood up. "I would like to unzip your pants and feel just how hard your cock is."
"Okay," said the boy. "Go ahead."-
Roberta Stevenson began to unzip the boy's fly. She could feel that his meat was quite stiff and she wanted to touch it and squeeze his balls, and make that hard cock slide all the way into her craving open slit.
"I'd like you to fuck me," she said. "I would really like this prick to fuck my hole."
The boy began to squeeze her tits. His penis was very hard, and his balls were hot, ready for some action with this older woman.
"Take off your clothes," commanded the boy, "I can't fuck you with your clothes on."
"Of course not," said Roberta. "I'll take off my clothes, but you have to take off yours. I don't want you to fuck me with just your prick and balls hanging outside of your pants. Let's go into the bedroom. It will be very comfortable on the bed and you can really shove your dick all the way into my hole."
The thirteen-year-old boy was really getting very excited. This was a completely different experience from any he had had before. Usually it was an effort even getting a girl to jerk him off, but this one really wanted to be fucked. He found it hard to believe, but it was true. He was going to ram her cunt and make his cock harder than it had ever been before.
"Fuck me, please!" she begged when they were both nude and lying in her bed. "You have a really big and beautiful prick. I love your cock," she told him. "I want this cock and balls to fuck my open slit."
"Sure," he said. "I'm really going to fuck r you." The young boy mounted her and rammed his dick into her hole. "Oh, it feels nice," he gasped. "You have a great slit, lady. I love fucking your hot hole!"
His dick pumped up and down into her body. She loved the pressure he was giving her. She loved feeling the weight of his body on hers and she craved his penis inside her twat. Her juices started to flow and she felt better now that a really young boy was fucking her.
"Oh, that's good," she moaned. "Oh, that's very good." She clasped her arms around his body and pulled him in even closer. His whang went practically all the way into her hole. She could almost feel it sliding so far in that it felt like it was coming out of her asshole.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, baby, please fuck me! Fuck me really hard!" She felt his balls slapping against her cunt. "Oh, that's good! That's very good! I love that, keep fucking me, baby, keep fucking my hot hole with your hard dick."
The boy was going wild. His penis was hotter than it had ever been before. It was throbbing and pulsating inside her hole and he was just about ready to shoot his load deep inside her hole.
"I'm shooting!" he cried. "Feel my come as it shoots into your cunt!" His young sperm shot out of his cock and coated the insides of her vaginal passageway. She craved that hot spurting liquid shooting into her quim.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, that's beautiful! Your prick is so beautiful! My cunt feels so good. I love it, I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He started to bite her tits hard. She felt great pain but it was mixed with the pleasure of being fucked by a very young boy. She loved every bit of it. It made her really glad to know that she could enjoy sex after all. No one else had ever satisfied her sexually. It took this young man of thirteen years to show her than her body could give her pleasure.
"Oh, baby, that was good!" she exclaimed when her pussy was filled with his semen. "You really do know how to fuck a girl."
"I told you," he said. "I told you I knew how to fuck. Did you really like it?"
"Like it? I loved it. Your prick and balls really drove me wild. Oh, baby, that was good. You are a real stud, you know that? You are a fucking stud!"
The boy was pleased. He enjoyed being told he was a stud, and he did believe it now that he had fucked an older woman. His penis was still hot and throbbing and he wanted to fuck her again and again.
"My, you really are a stud," she said, when he told her that he wanted to repeat doing what he had just finished. "Your cock doesn't go down after you come, does it?"
"No," he said. "It will stay hard if I've enjoyed it. That's why it's still hard now. My cock will never get soft if I really enjoyed fucking. Please. Let me fuck you again."
"Well, it did feel good," said Roberta. "I enjoyed letting you fuck me, but it is getting late."
"Oh, please! It's not too late for me.'
"Don't you have to get home?" she asked. "Don't your parents expect you home?"
"Yeah, but they will think I'm out playing baseball or something. They won't ever have to know that I was fucking you."
"Well, I don't think so," said Roberta. All she wanted was to prove to herself that she did enjoy sex, and she discovered that she enjoyed it most with a thirteen-year-old. Maybe some other time she would let this boy fuck her again, but not now. She did have some schoolwork to catch up on, and it had to be done because it was due on Monday.
"Look," she said, "I know that I enjoyed it, and that you enjoyed it. I would love to have your prick inside my cunt again, but I can't just now. Maybe if you would come over every Saturday night, we could fuck. There are other things I would like to do too."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Well, I would like to suck your cock, and I would like it if you ate out my pussy hole. That would really turn me on you know. Then I would like you to eat out my asshole. Have you ever done that?"
"No," confessed the boy. "That I haven't done, eating asshole I mean. I have had my cock sucked and I have licked out pussy before."
"Well, you'll have to come back next week. My parents go away every Saturday, and I will see to it that we order groceries late every Saturday, okay?"
"Sure," said the boy. "I really enjoyed it today. I would love to fuck you again and again. Your sweet hole was really great. My cock got very hard fucking your pussy."
"I'm glad you liked it," said Roberta, putting her clothes back on. "I'm sure that we can have many great times together."
"Yeah," said the boy. "I'll look forward to seeing you next week. I want to fuck you again, I really do."
"Okay," said Roberta. "Put your clothes on, and then we'll definitely have a date for next Saturday. I think we'll be great friends."
"Me too," said the boy. He got dressed and left.
Roberta was happy. She knew that she enjoyed sex with young boys. She enjoyed sex with that kid more than she had ever enjoyed getting fucked before. It had proved to her that she liked young ones and that's when she decided that she would teach boys and girls of approximately that age. If they were too young, they wouldn't know what to do, and any older than that, they were much too experienced and all-knowing. Eleven to thirteen was the ideal age, and as long as the boy had a big cock, she was happy. Roberta knew that she would always like them young.
Her thoughts wandered back to the present day. Miss Stevenson had fulfilled her life-long dream of teaching in a Junior High School, and she was pleased that she was able to have sex with so many of her students. She knew that their parents would object if they ever found out, and that it might cost her her job, but she trusted them.
She knew that they wouldn't tell on her, because then they would be deprived of a good time with their teacher. Miss Stevenson had a good thing going, and she didn't want to do anything to spoil it. She was going to fuck and suck her way through her career.