Chapter 10

It was Billie who spoke first. She kept saying, "My God. My God!"

And as she did, that lonely feeling returned to Joyce, as in her mind's eye she clearly saw Kenny transferring his affection from her to her roommate.

When Billie had repeated those words at least half a dozen times, Kenny said, "What's the matter? What did I do wrong?"

"Not a single thing, Kenny," said Billie, and Joyce felt even more alone. She tried to picture herself starting all over again with another of her pupils, and she just wasn't able to do it. She tried to cheer herself by thinking of the wild times she'd had with Kenny so far, but this wasn't enough consolation for the good times she'd miss with him once Billie had him tucked under her wing.

She tried not to cry, but then a slow smile formed on her face as Billie went on: "You're a terrific little lover. And you sure do know how to kiss. Come see me in ten or twenty years when you've got some money and some sparkling conversation and we'll get it on again. Till then, have a good time with our loving fuck-kisser down below. Joyce, come up here and join us."

"Gladly!" said Joyce, all smiles now as she warmly wedged herself between the two glowing bodies on her bed.

"Thanks for the use of your boyfriend," said Billie, with a pat on Joyce's breast. "And thanks for all those nice kisses when he was fucking me. I'll have to give that a go soon."

"And thanks for not leaving me alone with her, teacher," Kenny whispered in her ear, and they exchanged a smile and a kiss that warmed Joyce clear down to her toes.

"If you like guys that are rich and talk a lot," said Kenny over Joyce's tits, "you ought to meet my pop. Billie. He's got a lot of money, and all he ever does is talk."

Billie yawned and asked him what his father talked about, and he said, "Most of the time he talks about sex and women to me. He tells me what a bad thing sex is, and he keeps on telling me he'll skin me alive if he ever catches me with any dirty pictures."

"What does he have against dirty pictures and women?"

"I guess he's sore at women 'cause my Mom ran off and left him when I was a baby. At least that's what he says. As for the dirty pictures, he's just a big phony about them. Jeezus-peezus, he's got a collection of dirty movies that fill a whole drawer in his dresser! He locks the door of his bedroom and looks at them and plays with himself. I know darned well he does, but I never caught him at it."

"What he needs is a good woman who'll move in on him and give him some honest sex," said Billie. "Like you did with his son, Joyce."

"Oh, no. I'm happy with Kenny. I like boys, and I'll go on liking boys until Kenny is a man, if he's still interested in me by then. But what about you, Billie? You're the type who could do Kenny's dad a big favor by seducing him away from those pictures and into your little pussy."

"No. I need a man who can talk about something more than sex. He'd be easy enough to get, though, if he's got that secret porno habit and if a woman set her cap for him. You say he's got money, Kenny?"

"Lots of it. I guess he was broke when my Mom ran off with this rich dude. But then he made up his mind to be rich, and he got in a good business for it and now he's got it made. I read in the paper where my Pop's a millionaire."

"Really?" said Billie, and sat up. "Does he talk to you about anything besides how wicked sex is?"

"Sure. Lots of things. Taxes, urban renewal, obscenity laws, the freeway system, the elections. He can talk about anything at all, especially politics, but that don't interest me. Sex does, but not the darned old way he talks about it."

"Uh, what's his name, Kenny?" Joyce asked. "Same as mine," he replied. "Kenneth Alder-shot."

"Our Senator!" said Billie, and jumped up from the bed. "I've seen him on the airplane to Washington! He's even more handsome than you are, Kenny, and he's perfectly charming. I always thought he was happily married!"

"Aw, that's just a front," said Kenny. "He just puts that on, wears a wedding ring and everything. But what you said was right, Billie. All he needs is some good honest sex- from a woman like you."

"Not a woman like Joyce?" Billie said as she tugged up her pantyhose. "Wouldn't you like to have Joyce as a stepmother?"

"I'd rather have her as a teacher," he said, with a grin and a hug. "Go fuck Dad, Billie. Now that I know how good fucking is, I know darn well it's just what he needs. And you can do it if anybody can."

"You're so right!" said Billie, and set her red derby firmly on her head and left the room.

"Whew! I'm glad she's gone," said Kenny. "I thought we never would get rid of her."

"Didn't you like her? I'm amazed! For a while there, I thought you were falling out of love with me and into it with her."

"Naw. Her pussy's too tight and she's too skinny. All the time I was doing it to her, it made me thing about screwing some guy in the butt. But, you! You, Joyce, are somethin' else. Wow! I'm really glad I screwed her, 'cause now it makes me really appreciate you. Your big old titties, your big round bottom, and that soft, soft cunt of yours that feels so darned much better on my dick. After fucking Billie, I love you even more!"

"You angel!" she said, and hugged him just as hard as she could. "I'll do my best to live up to your love for me. And I'll do my best to keep this lovely prick of yours happy as can be," she said, and reached down and gave his sweet, soft boydick a very fond little squeeze.

"I'll try to keep your pussy happy, too," he said, and cupped it in his hand. "But you'll still have to tell me how, at least for a little while. I've still got a lot to learn, teacher. Like, what do I do wrong when I go down on you?"

"Nothing. You do it fine. I love it."

"Now, Joyce. No fibbing. I know I'm not good at it, and I want to learn. What do I do down there that you don't like?"

"I like what you do down there."

"Well then, what don't I do that I should be doing down there?"

She stirred uneasily on the bed and said, "It's so hard to explain."

"Too bad you can't show me, but like you said, your back isn't supple enough."

"Hmmmm. There might be a way. I might be able to show you later on, when you're in the mood for sex again."

He grinned at her, and as he did, his prick showed definite signs of life in her hand. She grinned back and said, "Roll over, darling. I'm going to show you how a boy should eat a woman's pussy."

He stretched out on his belly, spread-eagled on the bed. His arms were stretched straight out, his hands holding onto the coverlet. She arranged his feet about a yard apart, and she knelt between them, leaning forward, big tits pendant and quivering with warm anticipation as she looked down at his sweet white buttocks.

She smoothed her hands over his buttocks. Their contour was perfect for her palms and fingers. She'd just had more sex that afternoon than she'd had in the previous year, but the need for more was strong in her now, and it grew stronger still as she parted his buns with her thumbs and gazed at the puckered tan pinkness of his asshole.

"Joyce?"

"Hmm-m-m-m-m?" she said, licking her lips, feeling the warmth flowing again in her lush body.

"W-What are you going to do?"

"Teach you to eat pussy."

"How?" he asked. "You know."

"Oh, cripes," he murmured, writhing softly on the bed, taking deep breaths which didn't seem to satisfy him. "I think I felt you do it before, but there was so much going on I wasn't sure. And I didn't quite believe it."

"You'll believe it this time," she said, and wet her lips thoroughly, and bent low to swipe her tongue up from the base of his balls to the end of his spine.

"Aaaaauuugggh," he moaned, and clutched at the bedspread with his toes and his fingers.

"That's a start," she said, and did it again.

"Oh, Gawwwwwwd," he groaned, and arched forward on the bed till the springs creaked.

"You taste good," she told him, massaging his asscheeks with both hands, gazing at his asshole with increasing hunger for it.

"I don't know if I can take it. Jeezus-pee . . . ohh-h-h-h-h, my GAWW-W-D!!!" he said, as now his teacher centered her lips directly on that vulnerably soft orifice and stabbed him with the tip of her tongue.

"Easy, baby. You want to learn, don't you ?"

"Yeah, but . . . JOYCE! NNNNNNGGG!!! OH!!! OH!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGGGH!!!"

She had his whole body moving, and all with just the touch of her tongue and lips. His shoulders were bunched and heaving, his head was rocking from side to side, his feet and hands were clutching, and his loins were jamming against the mattress. She did it all by simply holding his buns widely apart and burrowing her tongue in his asshole.

And it was a sweet asshole. Soft, and yet quite strong. Hotter than the rest of his ass. Sweet.

She kept his ass stretched with her thumbs as she dug in the hole with her tongue, and she kept her eyes glinting on him as she did this. His boyishly smooth muscles all stood out in bas relief as he writhed on the bed for her. He was gasping and moaning constantly. He seemed to be chewing on the bedspread as well as clutching at it with his fingers. His feet were kicking the bed now. One after the other they thudded against the mattress while he writhed and muttered as if he was going mad, and all Joyce had to do was wriggle her tongue to make his madness mount.

"Oh . . . JEEZUS . . . JOYCE!" he croaked against the bedspread. "I DON'T . . . THINK I CAN STAND IT!!!!"

She drew back, licked her lips, and said, "Want me to stop, darling? Do you? Think before you answer."

His hips writhed, then raised off the bed, and he murmured, "More, teacher. More."

"Turn over."

"Yes. Yes," he said, rapidly obeying her.

"Will you do it some more, Miss Jensen? Will you?"

There was no way in the world he could stop her from doing it some more now that she'd seen how stiff his prick was again. It was standing up like a pole over the soft sac of his balls as he quickly rolled over, undoubtedly expecting her further kisses to be on his primary sex glands. Joyce, however, wasn't through with his lesson in cunnilingus, taught to him through the medium of analingus.

"Lift up your legs," she said. "Hold them up with your arms."

"Huh? How?" he said, elevating his knees a little.

"Don't turn into a dunce now," she said, quite sharply, and she shoved his knees back until he'd grasped behind them with his hands.

"Like this?"

"No, pull them back farther! Show me your ass, your cunt, your quim!"

"Yes'm!" he said, and pulled hard at his legs.

There was a great lust gnawing at Joyce now, started by her seeing Kenny with her roommate, fed by the sight of his asshole and nurtured by the great need in her to bind him to her forever. He still didn't know a thing about sex. She could teach him anything she wanted to, and he'd simply love it in his innocence. She could teach this boy things that most males didn't learn till they were forty or more, and they'd all serve to keep him hers forever. And the best part of it was, she'd thoroughly enjoy every single moment of his learning experience. Joyce Jensen grinned and pushed back on his legs until his entire weight was on his spine, and then she bent and placed her lips on his asshole again.

"Oh, no, I can't stand it," he said, rocking back and forth on the bed, but showing no signs at all of trying to get away from his teacher's agile tongue.

"Stop it or I'll go right out of my fucking mind," the boy pleaded, and hoisted his legs up higher, stretching his asshole wider for Joyce's penetrating kiss.

"Am I shooting? Am I cumming?" Kenny pleaded to know, while his wonderfully stiff prick bobbed steadily up and down, and while his teacher rimmed his quim with her tongue.

"I'M CUMMING!" he shouted. "JOYCE, LEMME EAT YOU WHILE I'M CUMMING!"

He wasn't cumming at all. Joyce could clearly see his prick, and though it was jerking and bobbing in time with her tongue-twirling in his butt-hole, its wide-staring eye was quite dry.

She hunkered down to correct that. She took her tongue from his butt and blew her warm breath against it, and by then that was enough to set off a new paroxysm of pleasure in the heretofore innocent boy. She burrowed with her lips under his lolling balls, and made him mutter lewd words, all intermingled with her name. She drew back and gazed hotly on him until the bobbing of his prick had diminished some, and then she swooped down with her tongue and stabbed him in the butt again.

"AAUUUUUGHHHH!"

She didn't have to hold up his hips any more, but she did. Her probing tongue was injecting him with the strength it took for him to stab empty air with his prick. He did this while curled up on his shoulders, hauling back on his legs for all he was worth. He did it while he was begging her to stop, yet presenting his sensitive asshole to her completely, opened out as far as it could possibly be opened.

She licked all around the rim of it with just the tip of her tongue. She drew back and took a breath and blew it out at him, and he hoarsely screamed out her name.

"JOY-Y-Y-YCE!!! I LOVE YOU-U-U-U!"

"Love me more," she commanded him, and rimmed out his asshole again with her tongue, till his balls were jerking up to touch her chin and his prick was bobbing far faster than a heartbeat.

"I can't take any more," he said, and loosed his hold on his legs. They flopped weakly on the bed as he gasped and said, "Fuck. Gotta fuck. I know how to fuck. Let's do it. Can't take any more of this. Too much, too fucking much!!!"

"Lift up those legs again," she told him.

"No, no, no. Too weak. Strong enough to fuck, too weak to let you kiss me there again."

"Lift them up!" she said, and slapped him hard on the flank.

"Oh, Jeezus. Oh, Jeezus-peezus," he said, but he lifted those athletic little legs up. He showed her his asshole again.

It was visibly quivering, but she gazed at it for only a few seconds before she swooped down and stabbed it once again.

Kenny started breathing very fast. His entire body tensed up as his lungs expanded and contracted rapidly. Deeply straining grunts interspersed his rapid breathing, and his grimaced face showed his sweet torment. His fingernails were cutting into his skin as he drew his legs back still farther. He couldn't say a word, but Joyce knew just how to cure his wonderful distress.

One good suck on his boydick-a good hard one-and all his seeming troubles would be over. Her whole body was aching for that one good hard suck, but she refrained, she held back. This was today, and there were many more ways to be had with him in the future.

She stopped rimming him and began licking his jerking dick-very very softly. She used her lips as well as her tongue, both with such infinitely soft pressure that they didn't even move his free-standing prick. She got it all wet with her saliva, then gave him another deep stab with her tongue in his asshole before drawing back. She settled snugly between his badly shaking legs and blew very softly on his prick and balls and asshole.

"Feeling nice, Kenny?"

"OH . . . MY . . . GOD! Never knew anybody could feel like this. How many times did I cum? How many, teacher?"

She chuckled and said, "Are you ready to cum again?"

"Any time with you. Always with you!"

"Good," said Joyce, and took a very deep breath, and blew it strongly out over his prick and balls.

"That's it! This is it!!!" he declared, and he began at last to cum.

Joyce had seen Robbie cum several times, and she'd seen Morris cum more times than she cared to remember. She'd seen a few other men and boys cum, too, but never like this.

It was as if he was peeing. It was like a whale spouting, in a way. His sweety young body seemed to expand for a moment, and then erupt through his prick, in a steady stream. There were no spurts of white. It all came out steadily-as steadily as the breath she was blowing out at him.

She blew and blew. It might have lasted for only a second or two, or it might have been for a full minute. Joyce had lost all sense of time. But for as long as she blew on his private parts, his cream kept flowing. It gushed at first, when her lungs were full of air, but as her breath on him diminished, so did the gusher coming out of his beautiful stiff prick. At first it was squirting up a full yard, but then it dwindled in steady progression, until at last, when her lungs were nearly deflated and her breath was soft on him again, the lovely white stuff was just oozing out of him like marsh-mallow topping on a wild cherry Sundae. And the moment her breath ran out, his prick flopped over sideways and he went limp all over.

He seemed to be unconscious. Joyce softly nursed on his cum-covered prick while he lay there breathing evenly and deeply, apparently fast asleep. She'd cum too-or almost-but that didn't matter at all in comparison to the unforgettable experience she'd had with her Kenny. She licked him clean and he didn't move, but he showed signs of life when she came up and nestled him in her arms.

He put his arms around her and said, "Wow. Just wow."

She nodded her head. "It was good. Good for you, good for me, too."

"And that's how you eat pussy?"

"Hmmm?"

"You were showing me how to eat pussy, weren't you?"

"Well, that's the way it started out, but. . ."

"Okay, so that's a good way for me to start, isn't it? Turn over, Miss Jensen."

"Kenny, you don't have to show me what you've learned now. You're tired. Later on, another day, we can. . . ."

He glared at her and said, "Gee whiz! Can't I show you what I learned? Don't I ever get to have any fun?!?"

"Have your fun, darling," she said, and rolled over on her belly and spread her legs for him with a smile.