Chapter 1
Bobby squirmed in his classroom seat, his hands beneath the desk top, cupped over his throbbing young cock. He was trying to concentrate on what his teacher was saying, but it wasn't doing much good.
Most fifteen-year-olds couldn't concentrate on anything when they looked at Laura Brevitz, especially when they watched her walk around the front of the classroom in her short skirts and tight blouses, or when she sat on the edge of her desk, her tight white underpanties scarcely hiding the dark hair of her beckoning pussy.
Laura Brevitz was stunning. She was only twenty-seven, a young and dynamic teacher, with chestnut hair and jade green eyes, high cheek bones, firm rounded chin, and provokingly sensual lips.
Bobby sat there dreaming of her lips around his dick, her soft wet lips fitted around his cockhead! He had been thinking of it all semester and had been playing with his cock in the back of the room as he thought about her. But this time, he was in the first row, just feet from Laura, and the classroom was empty. He had been kept after class.
"Bobby, did you hear what I said?" Laura asked. She knew what he was doing. All semester long she had been watching him fingering his young cock through his pants as he watched her through glazed eyes from the back of the room. It was time to do something about it.
"Ye ... yeah, I mean yes ..."
"You can go now, Bobby," Laura said, walking to the counter under the windows. She leaned up against the shelves, crossed her legs, and watched as Bobby moved in his seat, trying desperately to adjust his cock in his pants.
He stood up, his pants tenting out in front of him, picked up his books and finally looked up at Laura. "Seven o'clock, Sunday?"
"Right," she purred, one finger on her lips.
He blinked, and said, "Are you sure it won't be too much trouble?"
She walked up to him, put her hand on his shoulder. "No trouble at all. I like you very much, Bobby. And I want to help you. I want you to pass. I don't want you to fail."
"Can I have the address?" Bobby asked.
"Here," Laura said as she bent over the desk to write down her address. As she bent over, her round ass seemed to twitch at him, invitingly, causing him shivers of delight.
Laura Brevitz, his teacher, had occasioned him night after night of lewd dreams, and now, standing so close to the body he had dreamed about, lusted over, he clutched his school books.
"Here, it's easy to get to," she said, turning around. She smiled and handed him the slip of paper with her address on it.
"I'll be there. On my bike."
"Oh, that's right," Laura said, teasing him a little. "You won't be able to drive till next year."
Bobby slipped the address into one of his books. "I know how to drive already," he said, just to let her know he wasn't a kid anymore. Then he dashed out of the classroom.
Bobby walked down the hall quickly, hoping like hell that he would be spared meeting any of his pals. He wouldn't be able to stop and rap with them, not now. His cock was burning up, filled to the explosion point with his hot, young juices, and he desperately needed a place to jack off because he knew that he would never make it home in his condition. He was relieved to find the hall deserted, and he headed straight for the men's room at the end of the hall, his favorite jack-off place in the building.
He entered the bathroom and saw a kid taking a leak in one of the urinals, but he didn't know him. He walked to the last stall and locked it shut. Then he set his books on the floor as he heard the kid washing his hands. Oh, God, I gotta shoot! He unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his thighs. His cockhead stood up, pressing out of his undershorts, sticking out of the elastic band, and then he pushed them down with his left hand, fast, quick, his balls hanging out in front of him, and took his long hard cock in his right hand.
"Oh, Christ," he said out loud as he heard the door close. He was alone in the bathroom now. "Miss Brevitz, Miss Brevitz," he panted, again and again, moving his hand along the swollen hot shaft of his cock each time he uttered her name. "Miss Beautiful Fucking Tits and Ass and Cunt Brevitz!"
t He felt his balls beginning to pull up tight. His whole body was racked with spasms and shivers shot up his spine. He knew he was going to shoot his load all over the place and he didn't care. He just closed his eyes tight and let it go....
"FUCK!", he cried out, "FUCK YOU, MISS BREVITZ!" He dragged his hand up to his cockhead for the last time. His young cock jerked in his hand and he held his breath. Gritting his teeth, he looked down to see a wad of his young sticky jism shooting through the air, landing on the dark-brown tile wall.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as spurt after spurt of hot cum flew from the head of his distended young cock. He watched the cream land everywhere, on the floor, on the toilet seat, on the wall of the stall, even on his school books. Jism was everywhere, hot young male jism that should have been inside Miss Brevitz' cunt. Inside her cunt, inside her cunt, inside her cunt.
Bobby leaned back against the side of the stall and let his long cock drop in front of him. His hand was wet with jism but he didn't even bother to wipe it off. He just stood there, feeling relieved but still frustrated, knowing masturbation would never match doing it with her for real. Sunday night. Could it be possible?
As soon as Bobby left the classroom, Laura walked to the door and turned the lock, pulled the shade on the window. She was too excited to do any work; too turned on to leave.
Her hands slithered down the sides of her well-rounded hips and hiked up the hem of her skirt. She caressed the sensitive, inner-sides of her creamy soft thighs as her hands traveled up toward the core of her womanhood, her hands shaking visibly as she reached for her twitching pussy. The pussy, so voraciously hungry for little Bobby's beautiful hard dick.
"Ahhhh," Laura moaned, massaging the rapidly moistening lips of her pulsating vaginal mouth through the thin fabric of pantyhose. She heard someone walk past her room and wondered for a moment if she had locked the door-she was so excited that she could hardly remember doing it. Then, remembering she had, she felt secure, and stretched out on the desk.
She drew her legs up, pulled her pantyhose from her waist down to her ankles. She slipped a finger into the furrow of her pussy where her sensitive clitoris lay hidden between the warm fleshy lips of her cunt. As she began to probe the soft, wet tissues of her familiar cunt lips, surging waves of molten fire created unbelievably erotic sensations in her, concentrated in the moist flesh of her cuntal slit. Her hips began to move in tiny gyrations, in circles against her rummaging hand, and she moaned, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, I want your beautiful cock." Her buttocks moved against the hard surface of the desk as she pumped her pelvis into her gyrating finger. With her other hand she clutched and kneaded the slick lips together, titillating the small, delicate clit into full erection.
"Oh, I want you to fuck me, Bobby," she breathed, thrashing her head from side to side as her pistoning hips and wet fingers worked in unison to bring some satisfaction to her lust-filled wildly clasping cunt. With thumb and forefinger massaging the fully erect bud of her pulsing clitoris, she dug her middle finger deep into the seething sheath of her vaginal passage.
"I wanna suck your sweet cock! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" Her face twisted in agony and ecstasy of passion as she swirled her fingers inside the soft warm vibrantly demanding flesh of her cunt, desperately trying to reach a climax.
"Ooooohhh! I'm going to cuuuummmm . . .
nowwwww! AAAAAAAHHHHH! I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING!" Papers and books dropped off the desk as she twitched and convulsed on the desk top, shaking convulsively from the exquisite, nerve-tingling pleasure that ripped through her body.
She sat up in the afterglow of her climax, feeling the ecstasy in her body, thinking of Sunday night. She had been fantasizing for so long, for years actually, about young boys. She had not only wanted Bobby but she had also wanted many more before him, many more like him. But she had always stopped herself, always backed off at the last moment.
But now, with her fingers still stroking her wet pulsating pussy lips, she was determined to carry it through. She was still a young and beautiful woman. Why shouldn't she have a fifteen-year-old boy if that's what she wanted? Her sex life had been cruel and frustrating.
She had just graduated from college, still a virgin, and had decided to stay in New York, living with her mother and stepfather, to teach in a public school near their home in Queens.
But things did not go smoothly. While away at college, her mother had remarried, something Laura didn't particularly care for because she had loved her father and had been close to him in the last years of his life. But it was her mother's business, and since her mother and new stepfather had invited her to live at home, she decided it was best.
Laura Brevitz had been a popular girl, but she had also been swayed by her parents' religious convictions-thou shalt not fuck till after marriage. Thus, the guys she dated gave up soon afterward. And, besides, she never felt really thrilled with a man. No matter how close they came to actually fucking, she didn't feel the bells ringing and the trumpets blaring, as all her girl friends told her to expect. She wondered if something was wrong with her.
But she never gave herself the time to find out. A hard worker at college, she had graduated with honors. After a summer trip to Europe-her graduation gift from her mother-she moved back home and started teaching just three blocks from her home. Then one afternoon, during the third week of school, on a particularly warm Saturday, Laura was leaning out of her window on the second story, looking at trees blowing in the wind. It seemed like summer would never end. Suddenly her eyes found and fixed on the boy next door.
His name was Billy and she remembered the day he was born! Now he was fifteen years old and getting to look more like a handsome young man than a boy. She had seen him that morning when she waved goodbye to her mother as she drove out of the driveway. Her mother had gone off to a party, and she was home alone with her stepfather, which gave her strange feelings. She went up to her room and locked the door, planning on correcting some papers. But it was so warm that she thought she would have a look outside . . .
Billy was lying on a chaise lounge, completely naked. His swimming trunks were on the ground next to him and he had his legs spread and his hands were down between his legs, holding his erect young cock. From that distance, it looked even bigger than it was, and it was big for a boy of fifteen. He was taking his time masturbating, playing with his balls, rolling onto his stomach and grinding his hips as he pretended to fuck the lounge chair, stroking his cock up and down, pointing the swollen tip to the sun.
Laura was amazed, not embarrassed. She was compelled to watch him, although she realized that she should have turned away or shouted to him to stop doing such a vile thing in public! But it wasn't public, it was his own backyard. And it wasn't vile, because she did the same thing to herself quite often. So she remained silent, watching with wide eyes as he pulled on his member again and again. It was the first time she had seen a man masturbating.
She felt her legs going rubbery. She had never been fucked in her life, and suddenly she realized that when she would get fucked, she would like to have Billy's cock doing it, or a cock much like his. There was something about him that excited her. He wasn't like the guys she "had dated, all hairy and muscular and ready to stick their things in her the first moment they were alone. Billy was slim and young and fresh and he was content to just sit there in his backyard and play with himself.
Laura brought one hand down and lifted her skirt and felt the elastic band of her panties. Easily, she slid them down her legs till she could step out of them, and then spread her legs and started moving her fingers over her wet, swollen cunt lips. She decided that she would do what Billy was doing, that they would masturbate together!
"Oh, Billy, you're beautiful," she whispered into the fresh air, stuffing her fingers between her pussy lips, feeling her clit hot and hard already. When her skirt got in the way, she unzipped and dropped it to the floor.
She stood at the window, her legs spread, her ass and cunt naked as the day she was born, staring down at the young boy who was still moving his hands up and down on his long hard cock in the sunshine. She moaned as she spread her cuntal lips with one hand and moved the fingers of the other to the hardened bud of her clitoris, teasing and playing with it, tweaking it to full arousal. Her hips began an involuntary, slowly grinding undulation. Through desire-dimmed eyes she watched the boy. Now she thrust her fingers deep into her heated, lust-throbbing pussy and began a straight in-and-out motion.
"Ooooh! God! It's good! It's absolutely wonderful!"
Faster and faster she plunged her fingers into the now-raging inferno of her clasping cunt.
Suddenly, in ecstatic agony, she moaned aloud, "Oh, Billy, I want you to fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you anytime, darling," a voice from behind her suddenly said.
She wheeled around, her eyes wide in fright.
In the doorway stood her stepfather, a gruff and burly monster. He held a shiny new key in his hand and grinned lewdly. "Got duplicates made for all the doors yesterday at Sears." He stepped into the room and slammed the door shut.
"You little bitch, prancing around here showing your tail with those short skirts. Little tight frigid bitch. I'll show you what it's like. I'll show you what it's like to have a man." Frenziedly, he unbuckled and tore off his pants.
"No, please, Harry," Laura whispered. "Please, God, no!" She could imagine nothing so disgusting, so horrifying. She had remained a virgin for almost twenty-five years. She could not, she would not give her virginity to this drunken man who was her mother's husband! She wanted Billy. Please, God, let it be Billy, not him! NOT HIM!
"Hey, you got a nice furry pussy, don't ya?"
"Please go away, please," Laura pleaded.
"Nice furry muff, nice virgin furry muff. You gonna bend for me girl?"
She didn't know what he meant. Suddenly, she turned, thinking of calling down to Billy, but then she stopped herself and just looked at him, masturbating on the lounge. He was about to ejaculate, she could tell. His face was gritted in pain and pleasure. If she called to him it would embarrass him and he would know that she had been watching him. She held her breath and cringed at her stepfather's touch.
"Hey, what was you watching that's so interesting? What was making you fingerfuck yourself like that, Miss Teacher?" Harry stuck his head out of the window next to hers and saw Billy throw his head back and gasp as he pulled on his cock for the last time. "Christ!" Harry said, and Laura held her breath, just as Billy's load of jism sprang from the tip of his young hard cock and shot almost a foot into the air. He pumped his hips wildly as the jism splashed down on his body and onto the grass around him, and then he collapsed, letting his hard hot cock flop up against his belly in its wetness.
"My God," Laura moaned, forgetting her own danger, and then snapped back to reality and tried to run. But Harry was too quick for her. He grabbed her and flung her around, forcing her to bend so that her chin rested on the window sill.
Harry's red-rimmed eyes leeringly roamed the lewdly positioned body of his stepdaughter, then he wedged his hands beneath her hollowing buttocks and hauled her up so he could see the whole plane of her gorgeous, flowered-open defenseless cunt.
With his thumbs he then cruelly pried the velvety white asscheeks far apart and lay his throbbing blood-engorged cockhead in her warmly wet cuntal furrow.
Laura jerked forward as she felt the head of his monstrous cock nuzzle against her defenseless cuntal sheath. With a growl he grabbed a tit in each hand, his fingers digging into the satiny resilient flesh. "Goddam, you bitch, hold still." A lewd thought hit him and he laughed viciously. "Hold still, goddam you, and watch your Billy boy. While I load your cunt with real man cock. When I get through with you," he snarled, "there'll for damn sure be no cherry for Billy boy to bake a pie with!"
There's nothing I can do. He's going to rape me and there's nothing I can do. "Please, you're hurting me, Harry," she whimpered.
"Going to hold still?" he rasped.
Numbly she nodded yes, her chin bumping against the window sill. Oh, God, this can't be happening! Her eyes sought out the prostrate form of the boy in the yard below. Oh, Billy, Billy, sweet young gentle Billy.
Her stepfather released her tits, dug his fingers into her hips and drew her ass up so that her moistly hot defenseless cunt flowered open in lewd invitation to his waiting cock.
"Pussy. Here, pussy, nice pussy," he chortled as he nudged his flaring cockhead against her cuntal opening. Involuntarily, the so-recently finger-fucked wet lips of her vaginal mouth nibbled at the tip of his cock.
Oh, God, it's going to happen! And he's so huge. I can't take it. He'll split me in two! Oh, Billy, Billy, if it were only you. With your sweet little boy cock. "Please, Harry, don't. Please, Harry, stop! You'll tear me to pieces."
Harry chuckled derisively, "You kiddin'? A sweet little pre-finger-fucked cunt like yours? It'll stretch, baby. Like a rubber band. It'll stretch." He flexed his hips just enough to bury his massive cockhead in her cunt.
"AA Aaaauuuggghhh!" Laura keened. "Pleeeeaaasssse! I can't take it. . . Oh, God, Harry, pleeeaaassse." Tears bedimmed her eyes. I don't want to surrender to him. But there's no way he's not going to have me. He's insane!
"All right, Harry. I can't stop you. Do it. Do what you must. Get it over with." She looked down at the boy laying there in the yard next door, her lovely Billy so oblivious of what was happening above him. It's Billy. It no huge hairy bestial old man doing it to me. It's beautiful Billy. Billy, so slim and young and fresh.
"Fuck me, Billy," she murmured.
"Billy! Billy!" Her stepfather exploded, "You getting real man cock and you still dreaming of little boy pecker! Goddam, I'll Billy you!" And he plunged his throbbing massive cock to its root, to the very core of her womanhood, his goring prick tearing all in its way asunder in its pile-driving thrust.
She tried to scream but nothing came out. Searing pain enveloped her. Her cunt was afire. She hardly heard her stepfather say, "Goddam, you were a virgin!"