Chapter 2
On Sunday night, the doorbell rang at Laura's home. Laura ran to the front door and opened it. "Hi, Miss Brevitz," Bobby said, standing there in a pair of faded jeans and a tight T-shirt.
"Bobby, come in," Laura said, and closed the door behind him. He looked even better than he did in his good school clothes.
"Told you I'd be here. I really want to pass that course," he said, almost bashfully, as if he were telling himself not to look at her for fear of getting excited again.
"Would you like some lemonade?" she asked softly.
"Sure," he nodded, and they walked into the kitchen.
"I ... I've been thinking about my paper. I know it's bad. I wrote it real fast." Bobby took a sip of his lemonade. "I really wanted to come tonight so I can do a good one and pass the course."
"Paper?" Laura had almost forgotten the reason he had come to her house. "Oh, yes, your paper. Well, we'll talk about that later, all right?"
"Later?" Bobby asked, feeling his cock twitching in his pants just at the sight of her. She was wearing pants and a tight blouse tied under her breasts. He could see her naked firm belly and her belly button. He wanted to reach out and touch her.
"Come on in the den, we'll talk a bit," Laura whispered, and he followed her into the room, with soft lights, a TV and a stereo. "Care for music?" she asked.
"The 'Guess Who'?" he asked. "They're my favorite group."
Laura smiled, "No, I guess I don't have any of their records. How about Aretha Franklin or Carly Simon?"
"Sure," Bobby nodded, and Laura bent over to the stereo to flip the switch, and Bobby, looking down as he leaned forward for his glass of lemonade, saw the ends of her breasts in her halter blouse. The nipples looked like jutting pink rose buds. He held his breath to keep back a gasp. His cock was hardening in his pants-so much so that he was afraid that she would see it.
In a moment the music was on and Laura leaned back, sipping her tall cool glass of lemonade. "Bobby, tell me something," she said.
"What, Miss Brevitz?"
"Do you wear jockey shorts?"
Bobby's face went totally red. Do I wear jockey shorts? They were the only thing that kept his cock from sticking out of his pants. "Yes, of course."
"No," Laura said giggling, "I don't mean underwear in general. I know all little boys wear underwear. I mean jockey shorts, the tight ones."
Bobby nodded. He was speechless. He had come there to discuss his school work and here she was asking about his underwear, a very private thing.
She closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch and spread her legs a bit. He glanced down and was sure that he could see moisture where they met, and he immediately wondered if she were wearing underpants under the slacks. "Sometimes, they're too tight," he said, immediately hating himself for saying something so dumb.
"Really?" Laura asked, interested.
"Kinda," Bobby retracted.
"Are they tight now?" Laura asked, looking directly down between his legs. She could see the lump in his jeans.
"Yeah, I guess so," he answered timidly.
"Is that because of the shorts or because of you?"
Bobby looked into her eyes. Because of me? He knew that she knew he had a hard-on. What the hell was he going to do? He was supposed to be there to discuss school work, not to get sexually excited.
And that's exactly what she told him. "Bobby, you came here for a reason that had nothing to do with what's in your pants. Young boys always have sex on their minds, when they know nothing about it at all."
"I do too know!" he blurted out in a rush of manhood, but then slumped back again, knowing he shouldn't have said it.
"You do, huh?" Laura set her glass down and started to untie her blouse. "Then, prove it. Show me what a man you are."
"Miss Brevitz!" Bobby exclaimed as he watched her naked voluptuous breasts fall from their holder and stand straight out from her chest. He had never seen a woman's breasts before, just a few girls who for ten cents a look opened their blouses behind the school gym, but there were small, undeveloped. Here were real tits, real throbbing big boobs with enormous nipples. She just sat there, looking at him, daring him to touch them.
"Go ahead, show me how much you know about women," Laura said, throwing her arms back over the couch. "They're all yours."
Bobby reached up and touched his fingertips to her left nipple and a deviously exciting tremor shot through his body. He was actually touching Miss Brevitz' tits, the very thing he had been dreaming about all year.
"Go ahead, it won't bite," she said as he fingered her nipple lightly. "Go ahead and do what a man does to it."
He moved his hand around on the foreign-foreign to all but his dreams and fantasies-object and then finally squeezed the nipple and, to his surprise, it got harder. "Wow," he whispered, and then cupped her full breast in his hand and held it gently.
"The other one, don't leave out the other one," Laura said, and his other hand came up to cup her right breast, both nipples burning holes into the palms of his hands. "Oh, Miss Brevitz, they feel so nice," he whispered again, utterly amazed that he was holding her tits in his hands.
"Come closer, give them a kiss," Laura said, pulling his head to her tits, and in a second she felt the warmth of his lips near her nipple. "Suck it, suck my tit, little boy, suck it like you want some milk."
Bobby closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He took her hard nipple into his lips and felt the warm hard thing touch his tongue. Shivers moved through his body as he massaged her breasts with his hands and kept his tongue and lips glued to the hard nipple.
"Suck, suck hard," Laura moaned, holding his head in her hands, his young boy head with the curly blond hair, the head she had looked at so many times while he bent over his desk in her classroom. Now she had his head where she wanted it, where it belonged-on her rounded young woman's breasts.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz," Bobby finally gasped, looking up at her with wet lips.
"Don't stop, suck on both of them, suck hard. Lick them, kiss them, make love to them. You know how, don't you?"
"Sure," he lied. But he started learning fast. He felt his cock nearly bursting as he started to bring his tongue down her soft globe, around the nipple, and finally directly over the hard tip itself. Each time she would moan and he could feel her entire body stiffening at the pleasure he was causing in her.
"Oh, God," he moaned as he kissed and licked her nipples and the beautiful globes. He was in heaven. Fifteen years old and making love to his twenty-seven-year-old teacher. If ever he had received an honor in school, this was it. But he was still afraid-he had no idea what it was like to make love to a girl. He couldn't lie his way through it, he knew that. Kissing her nipples was natural and easy, but what if she wanted him to go even further? He didn't know how to fuck a girl! He had never even come close!
"Okay, Bobby, now let's see how much more you know," she said, lifting his head. And with that she brought her face to his and kissed him hard on his lips. It was his first time, his first real kiss, and he shuddered when her tongue swept into his young mouth and curled around his teeth and met his own tongue. He brought his hands to her breasts again and felt them even harder now as they kissed passionately. He pushed his little tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, driving him insane with lust. I've been beating off in the bathroom when I could have been doing this! he thought to himself.
Laura pulled her lips from his and then said, "Here, let me take this off you," and started pulling up on his shirt. He lifted his arms-it reminded him of his mother dressing him a few years before-and let her slip the T-shirt over his head. He sat there naked to the waist, his firm young chest heaving with heavy, lustful breathing.
"You have to take yours off, too," Bobby joked, seeing that she was still wearing her blouse.
"Is this a game? Oh, all right, you win," Laura said, and then stood up and dropped her blouse to the floor. Then she bent over, her breasts hanging in front of her, and took off one shoe. "There. Now you have to do the same."
Bobby bent down and pulled off one of his cowboy boots.
"Very good, now the other," she said as she pulled off the other shoe.
"I have socks on and you don't," Bobby said.
"Then you take them off and I'll watch," Laura purred.
Then, as he did so, she unfastened the clip in her hair and let it cascade down over her shoulders, nearly reaching the tips of her beautiful hard breasts.
Then, together, watching each other closely, they both began to unfasten their pants. Each of them opened the band, pulled the zipper down, and put their hands in the waist. Bobby stood up and faced her as he pushed his pants down to his knees. Laura did the same. There was one difference. He was wearing underpants and she wasn't.
Her incredibly hairy womanly cunt was naked in front of him, just a hand's reach away. But he was suddenly paralyzed, suddenly stricken with a kind of freeze that indicated to him that he shouldn't touch till he was told. Looking was good enough for the moment, because it looked darker and bigger than he could remember it being the afternoon he looked up her skirt. The cunt hair was as dark as the hair on her head and the whole area seemed to stick up from her flat abdomen, like a mound covered with soft thick hair, and he could also see that it was damp between the crack in the middle. He saw her folded cunt lips, hot and ready, and he finally had to turn his eyes away because he felt his body beginning to shake and he knew that he was about to have an ejaculation unless he looked away and stopped thinking about it.
"Do you cum, Bobby?" Laura asked, stepping out of her slacks.
"Ye ... yes, ma'am," he said softly. Did he cum? The men's room at the end of the hall was covered with his jism to prove it!
"Do you cum lots?"
"Yes," he said, still avoiding her eyes. "I cum more than Johnny, Jack and Randy."
They were all in her class. Laura's eyes lit up. "You, you all do it together, then?"
"Yeah, sometimes, if we're in the mood."
"What do you do?" she asked.
Suddenly, Bobby realized that she was kneeling in front of him, staring at his filled white shorts, looking at the outline of his cock. He gasped and said softly, "We jack off together and see who comes first and the most."
"And who wins?" she asked softly, putting her fingers in the elastic band, pulling it down an inch or two.
"I always shoot the most. Randy cums first. He cums almost when his hand touches his prick." She looked up. "Prick?" "That's what we call it."
"What else?" she asked, tugging on his shorts even more.
"Cock, or dick, sometimes. Mostly, prick or cock."
"How about penis?" she asked, her lips just inches from his cock.
"Naw, I read that's the real word. But it's too hard to say."
"You know what I'm going to do to your penis, your cock, your dick, your prick?"
"No, Miss Brevitz. What?"
"Well, I'm going to suck your big beautiful cock," she said as she reached for his young manhood.
Bobby's long and thick cock rose from a little thatch of hair, soft boy's hair. Under his beautiful hard dick there was a perfect set of balls, half-boy's and half-man's, pink in color with just a little hair, hanging low, ready for her fingers and for her lips.
Since the day that she had been brutally fucked by her stepfather, the idea of any further onslaughts by bestial men had repelled her. Her only sexual salvation since had been her fantasizing dreams with innocently pure virgin boys. She was a dedicated teacher, and always her recurring erotic dreams had her in the role of introducing a boy to his first sex. Gentle, loving sex.
"You have such a nice big cock," she said as she kissed the tip.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I love you!"
"Is it bigger than the other boys'?"
"What?" He was caught up in pleasure and hardly realized that she was talking.
"Is your beautiful dick bigger than the other boys'?"
"Yeah, except for Randy. He's even a little bigger. I hope I get really that big someday, like my older brother."
Laura tightened her hand around his now hotly throbbing cock and felt the young silky smooth shaft and the velvety head. He groaned and spread his legs a little, stepping out of his shorts. Laura brought the tip of his prick to her lips again and kissed it one more time, this time flicking her tongue against the little slit in the end.
"OHHHHHH!" he squealed, looking down with wide eyes as his prick began to disappear in the wet warm recesses of her mouth. He couldn't believe it was happening so fast, so soon. He took a deep breath and put his hand on his hips as she pushed her head forward. Suddenly, he realized all of his cock was in her mouth, every inch of it! Where did it go? She was pressing her nose into his pubic hair and he could feel her lower Up on his balls. Her hands held his thighs tightly.
Laura had learned to take a cock in the back of her throat by practicing with her vibrator. She had sent for it through the mail, and she had ordered the seven-inch size, and not the nine or ten or twelve incher, because she liked to pretend it was a little boy's cock and that gave her more pleasure as she shoved it up her cunt or up her ass or into her mouth. She would suck on it and pretend it was Billy's and she finally learned how to push it back into her throat without gagging. Little did she know that the first fifteen-year-old boy she decided to suck off would have six whole inches! But she loved it.
She had an obsession with them, a passionate love for them as a teacher and as a woman, and now she was finally doing what she had wanted to do for so very long. She was sucking off a sweet virgin boy.
"Miss, Brevitz, I'm going to ... I'm going to cum," Bobby said, feeling her hands roaming his balls, pulling on them, while her lips caressed the head of his cock and ran down the sides to the base as she would bite gently down, her teeth leaving trails of white lines along the fleshy column where the blood had been forced from the surface.
She pulled her head off for a moment. "Not till I tell you, not till then," she reminded him. It was torture for him to hold back, but he did his best, trying to take his mind off the fantastic pleasure he was feeling in his cockhead as it disappeared in her tiny oval mouth.
"You're going to cum in my mouth and then again in my pussy, sweet Bobby," she said, momentarily removing her mouth from his cock and looking up at him with wanton lust. Then, she slammed her face forward again and voraciously took his throbbing cock in her mouth, all of it, and begin to eat it more hungrily than anything she had ever eaten in her life. This was the real food she wanted. This was the stuff that would satisfy her appetite, cock meat. And for dessert she would have a taste of sweet young boy cream, the searing hot love cream of a young boy's cock.
He felt his cock being absorbed to the fullest until her nose was buried in his sparse pubic hair. "Oh, I can't stand it! It's so wonderful, it's so good," Bobby moaned as he felt her beautiful hair brush ticklingly against his balls and scrotum. He saw his cock shaft all wet and slick, blobbing her face back to his abdomen, taking his cock into her womanly throat. The fact that he was being sucked off by his beautiful teacher was too much for him. He couldn't hold back any longer. His body began to quiver, indicating the impending cum explosion of his cock. "Oh, Miss Brevitz, I think I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right in your beautiful mouth. Oooohhh, Miss Brevitz, Ooooohhhh."
Laura's eyes blinked as she nearly gagged on the first huge shot of cum that filled the back of her throat! He's cuming! He's cuming! This was the moment she had been waiting for, and now it had taken her by surprise. This was the moment she had dreamed about, and now it was happening without her even realizing that it was happening! She bobbed her head furiously over his jerking cock as she swallowed his jetting load of creamy young boy love juice, tasty, sweet young-male cum.
Bobby moaned as he felt all the energy go out with his jism. He almost collapsed to the floor, but he didn't want to pull his cock out of her loving mouth. He was in ecstasy, in heaven. He had never guessed that such pleasure could exist.
But Laura wasn't about to give up. She wanted every last drop of his creamy young jism, every last drop of his wonderful fluid. He was no longer a virgin, no longer a little boy who only beat off in the bathroom or with his boy friends. He was something more now, experienced, and she felt proud she had been the one to first drink his cum down, to first suck on his beautiful virgin cock with its lovely head. Even though he had cum faster than she had wanted, it had tasted wonderful, sweeter and creamier than she had imagined, and she loved him for it.
Finally, with a groan, she pulled her lips from his cock and it flopped against his balls, wet, half-hard, dark red from her sucking. It hung there in front of her and she just stared at it in wonder, loving it, wanting it to cum again and again. She kissed it and then Bobby sat down on the floor and sighed. "Oh, was that good!" he exclaimed, just like a schoolboy.
"There's more to come," Laura whispered as she rolled over on her back, spreading her beautiful pussy. Immediately, his cock started rising up again.
"Oh, Miss Brevitz, I don't know if I can," he said softly, but he was actually sure he could. Often, when masturbating, he would cum three or four times till he finally got tired.
"Touch me, Bobby," she moaned. "Feel me, Bobby, rub me, kiss me, suck me!"
Bobby was beside himself. There was just too much to grab all at once-tits and cunt and hair and thighs. He moved onto her, tentatively, assuming the position he had seen in pictures. His cock again was standing on end.
"Oh, Bobby, that's it, that's it," Laura moaned, feeling him once again playing with her breasts, now his hard young cock rubbing gently between them. She looked down and saw the tip of his still-wet throbbing prick moving up and down on her neck. The tip opened each time he pressed it between her hard tits.
He felt very manly now, suddenly in control. He was in love with her beautiful tits, the tits he had been dreaming about for months. He couldn't wait to tell the other guys-no, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him and he knew it.
He wasn't nearly as ready to touch her slippery, wet cunt as he was ready to play around with those tits. He had a fixation about them, he dwelled on them. There was something foreign about a cunt-probably because he had never really touched nor seen one. Tits and cocks seemed to go together, he thought. They were sexy to look at and feel But he was a little afraid of a woman's cunt.
He pushed his cock to her lips. She sucked it, looking up into his eyes all the time, sucking hard on the tip of his cock as her hands roamed his chest and tweaked his little nipples.
Suddenly, Bobby's cunt fears vanished and he was filled with the desire to look at her cunt, to explore it. What better chance would he have? He said, shyly, "I want to touch your pussy." She smiled and released his long hard rod from her lips.
"I can't think of anything I'd like more."
So he wriggled down the length of her and looked at her throbbing cunt. He began shaking, looking at something so very different, and yet so exciting. He rubbed his lips over the folds and fingered his way inside. When he reached the hard little nub of her clit, she moaned and he knew that he was doing the right thing.
Then he withdrew his finger and quickly pressed his lips to her cunt lips. He didn't know whether she wanted him to do that. All he knew was that he was suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire to taste her cunt, to kiss its cuntal lips, to lave it with his tongue. No longer was it an object of his imagination. It was pulsingly handily real.
The moment he pressed his lips to her cuntal lips, she let out a passionate wail, "EEEEEeee!" and lifted her legs into the air. She felt as if her body had been plugged into a thousand-volt line. He was lapping her cuntal juices and she loved it, adored it.
And he loved the smell and the taste of her pussy. It reminded him of the time when he had been wrestling around with a girl in the neighborhood and he accidentally had gotten his nose in against her snatch. But she had hit him a good one in the face, so he didn't try it again. He did go home after the incident, however, and found a pair of his mother's underpants in the wash in the basement. He took them to his bedroom and pressed the crotch-scented area against his nose as he slowly pumped his hard dick up and down with his hand. But now, Laura's cunt smelled better than the panties had.
There would be no more smelling panties, no more sniffing the laundry. From now on he would only put his nose into real cunts, real live dripping cunts with folds of hair and the sweet taste of a woman's love fluids. He stuck his tongue into the viscid warmth of her cuntal opening and she let out still another cry. He pressed his cock against the carpet, undulating his hips, wondering what it would be like to cum in her hot wet pussy.
Her thighs came up and clenched his facial cheeks, snaking her heels against his shoulders while rubbing her excitedly palpitating cunt hungrily against his face. He screwed his tongue deeper into her open vaginal tunnel, then back up again to that hard little throbbing bud.
That was the sweetest part of her, he decided. That little hard quaking bud that made her jump each time he got near it. She was going nuts! She pulled his hair and rubbed her fingers down over his eyes and nose and even into his lips, pressing her hand against her voraciously needful cunt.
He dug his head so far into her pussy that she thought he was trying to stick his entire body in there! He wanted to be enveloped by her cunt. He wanted to enter her completely! And she ground her cunt up into his face, her legs scissoring together behind his head. She was feeling her climax building inside her and she begged for him not to stop. "Don't stop, Bobby, please don't stop, make me cum!"
Can a woman cum? He never heard that expression before from a girl! But he wasn't about to ask now. He just kept fucking her with his virgin tongue, sucking, spreading the lips with his thumbs, jabbing his little forked tongue into her cunt-hole with all the passion he could muster up. He sucked on the bud and then worked his tongue up into her pussy canal as far he could.
"Ohhhh, I'm gonna ... BOBBY!" She squealed, tossing her head back and forth on the floor, grinding her fingernails into the carpeting. She felt her senses reeling, her body quaking, her cunt beginning to fill with fluid. And then, all of a sudden, she felt it come together as he smashed his lips against her wet pussy and slid his wriggling tongue deep inside her. She shouted and kicked her legs into the air and let them drop to the floor. "BOBBBYYYYYYY!" she screamed and then grabbed his head and pushed it as hard as she could between her legs, sticking his nose into her pussy as her cunt splashed the deluge of wonderful sweet pussy-juice from behind the now-burst dam of her womanhood!
Bobby just moaned as he felt his face getting wetter and wetter, tasting the milky juices that were rolling down the sides of her cunt walls. Now he knew what it was like when a woman came! And he had caused it! He felt like a man now, a real man ...
Or almost. In a second, still hot with her orgasm, Laura pulled him up by his hair and urged him to fuck her. "Stick your hard dick up my pussy while it's all wet, while it's all creamy!"
"But I ... " "NOW! FUCK ME NOW!" She was wild, crazed. She spread her legs and pulled at his shoulders as he knelt between her thighs, his cock standing straight out in front of him, hard and throbbing with desire. He had almost forgotten about fucking her.
"FUCK ME! BOBBY, PLEASE, FUCK ME WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL LITTLE-BOY HUGE COCK OF YOURS!" She squealed and grabbed his cock and pulled it down till the tip touched her pussy lips. "FUCK ME HARD!"
Bobby didn't have time to think, time to say anything, time to ask questions. He was almost filled with as much lust as she was and it seemed to both of them that it had to be fast, furious. His cock was pointing into her cunt so he just let his young hard body drop to her waiting breasts and belly, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he felt his cock sliding all the way up the wet warmness and smoothness and tightness of her cunt, his teacher's cunt. He was fucking Miss Brevitz!
"FUCK ME, MOVE YOUR ASS UP AND DOWN!" she screamed, holding his ass cheeks with her hands as she kept her legs spread on the floor.
"Oh ... I'm so hot ... " "FUCK ME HARD!"
"I'm ... gonna..." Bobby could hardly get a word out. He moved his cock up and down in the wonderful wet tightness of her pussy just a few times and he knew that there was no stopping his searing love cream. His balls hit her pussy hair and he felt her hands hugging his ass cheeks and he shut his eyes and just let it happen. "Cum," he whispered softly, almost apologizing for doing it so fast.
And then Laura felt his gift, his load, her reward. He pumped shot after shot of creamy hot jism in her box, into her steaming lust-heated pussy, and she felt her entire body go warm and red as she brought her legs up to lock them around his ass as he moaned and sighed, pressing his lips between her tits.
"Oh, Bobby, you're wonderful, you're beautiful," she whispered as she felt the last of his man juice being pumped into her body.
"It ... it happened so darn fast!" he said, almost stunned that he had cum so fast, that he had really fucked a woman without even having time to think about it.
"It was beautiful," she purred. She ran her hands through his hair again. "Don't let your beautiful cock slip out of my pussy till it gets soft. I like how it feels in there."
Later, when he was leaving Miss Brevitz' house, he turned to her and said, with alarm, "But, Miss Brevitz, we forgot all about my paper!"
She grinned. "Don't worry about the paper. You'll be getting an A this semester!"