Chapter 3

There on the couch in the Teacher's Lounge, behind the securely locked door, Joyce Jensen smiled and leaned forward toward her pupil as she smoothed her hands up his trembling thighs. Kenny sat up straighter and straighter until her thumbs were just touching his balls and her fingers were closing a circle around the bulge of his prick.

"M-Miss Jensen! What are you going to do?!?"

"I'm going to help you, darling," she purred. "Remember, I know what to do about an oversexed boy like you. I'm going to take this hard thing out of your pants and take the hurting out of it. It does hurt, doesn't it?" she said, and her heart thudded heavily as she laid the full length of her hand right on it.

"N-No, it's ... It doesn't hurt at all. Maybe I better be . . . going now."

Was his fifteen-year-aid shyness so strong it was overcoming all her hot kisses? Incredible! Incredible, but challenging.

She shook her head, looking coyly sad, and said, "You don't want your teacher to see your prickie?"

He squirmed. He blushed deliciously and looked longingly at the door. He said, "We shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be undressing me."

"And you shouldn't have drawn that sexy picture of me. It shows me how badly you need help. You need help even if you don't realize that. And I'm going to help you," she said, and got her fingers on the tab of his zipper, pulled it down an inch.

"Please! No!" he said, and tore away from her, jumped up and lurched toward the door.

"Kenny! You come right back here! Stop! Stop, or I'll have you expelled!"

He stopped, back to her, face in his hands and shoulders jerking with his sobs. His reluctance was beyond belief, and it made their budding affair all the more dangerous, all the more exciting. She had to make him fall for her feminine wiles now, or he was very likely to confess to someone all that had happened thus far. She stayed right where she was, but she moved her buttocks closer to the edge of the couch, spread her legs wider, facing him directly.

She softly said, "Kenny, I'm sorry if you think I'm forward. I'm really only trying to help you. You are oversexed, aren't you. You do play with yourself, don't you."

He nodded his head vigorously, and his sobs became audible.

"How often, honey? How often do you do it to yourself?"

"All the time!" he blurted. "I can't help myself! I even did it in the boys' room when I was supposed to be burning that darned picture. I can't stop it, Miss Jensen, and it scares me!"

"Why can't you stop?" she asked, slowly rubbing her hand over her twat, slowly dying of her need for him, but keeping control of herself. "Because it feels so good?"

"Yes-s-s-s. It feels so good I can't stop. My father tells me all the time how bad it is for me, and I still can't quit it!"

"I understand, Kenny. You know why I can understand? Because I'm oversexed too."

"Y-You are?" he said in wonder, and he turned. His tear-stained face showed his awe, and it spread as he saw her there where he'd left her.

There was a conspiratorial smirk on her face as she sat there, practically nude from the waist down. Her legs were wide open, her hairy twat on full display. She lounged back against the couch, frankly playing with herself. She ran her hand up and down her bulging, crotch, slipped her fingers through the wet furrow of her vulva, smiling and nodding. "Yes, Kenny, I'm as oversexed as you are. I play with myself, too, when I have to. I can't stop-unless I have a handsome young man like you to help me. You see, I'm just like you."

Staring straight at her slowly moving hand, she thought she had him-until he said, "My dad says ... he says f-fucking's bad, too. He says it always leads to trouble."

"And he's probably right, at least in some cases. Fucking can be nice, though. But other things are good too. Even playing with yourself is good, as long as you don't hurt yourself. I don't hurt myself. I make myself feel good, so-o-o-o go-o-o-od. Come closer, Kenny. Show me your penis. Let me see if you've hurt yourself with all your playing. Open your pants, darling, and show it to me. I won't hurt you. I won't fuck you," she said to him, and to herself she added, at least not now!

The voluptuously open sight of her, and her smoothly purring voice lured him on. Staring fixedly, he slowly advanced, fumbling with his jeans, while Joyce stroked her cunt and coaxed him forward.

"That's right, Kenny. Don't be afraid. How can you be afraid of your teacher, when she's just trying to help you. We're just alike, we two, so I know just how to help you. Just drop your pants and shorts, Kenny, and we'll see what all your playing with yourself has done to you."

It certainly hadn't hurt him in any way. He had the most gorgeous prick Joyce had ever seen. It looked far better than it had in the washroom, for now it was closer to her-and getting closer still as he timidly came forward, pants and shorts drooped around his thighs, gaze fixed on her cunt. And he was uncircumcised! His hand had been moving too fast in the boys' room for Joyce to have seen that. But now the presence of the foreskin was clear. It was almost all pushed back around the rosy pink knob of his boydick, but it was there. The whole thing was there. His prick, right before her languidly drooping eyes, and getting closer by the moment as she lured him on. Beautiful little balls, already filled again with his cream. Strong tanned thighs, sweet little covering of hair, white loins that his trunks had protected from the sun all summer. All those things were poignantly beautiful to Joyce, but it was his prick, his lovely boydick, that held her gaze and made her mouth water.

He might still be afraid of her, but his prick wasn't. It came on at her like a slow torpedo. Its' watering eye was fixed on her smile, homing in on her. His prick was bigger than she'd hoped for. Though he'd just cum once, it was up hard again, like a good strong boydick should be. Yes, it was strong. It was strong enough to pull him across the room to her, strong enough to make the boy forget all about the foolish notions about sex that his silly father had inflicted on him.

Joyce sat up very slowly and cautiously to meet the object of her desires. "It doesn't look as if you've hurt it. It looks healthy enough," she said, and touched it very lightly with her fingertips. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing it. She wanted to close her hand on it and never let it go, smear it with the cunt juices that were on her fingers and rub them in so hard he could never wash them off. But she just touched it very lightly and said, "But we'll have to have a closer look than this. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" she asked, and with admirable control, gave it only a light squeeze. "N-not exactly."

"Then why did you jump so, Kenny?"

"Couldn't help it."

"Does it feel good?" she asked, and at last was able to close her soft hand around it, to feel its full strength and heat.

"Yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s."

"How about these? Do these balls of yours hurt?" she went on, and softly and carefully slipped her other hand up between his legs, cupping his balls, knowing they were tingling just as much as her caressing hand was tingling.

"Sometimes," he managed to say.

"But not now. Now they feel good. They look good, too. Mmm. You look like there's nothing at all wrong with you, but we can't be sure, can we? At least not yet. Let's pull this foreskin back. Does that hurt you, dear?

Slide it forward. Must you fidget so, Kenny? It's all right. Go on and fidget. I have some idea of how nice this feels. You've quite a pretty prick. That's a prick that's going to make some woman very happy one of these days. As long as you don't hurt it by playing with it too much. Yes, someday you'll fall in love with a woman and she'll fall in love with you-and with this pretty prick of yours. My, it's getting all wet on the end. It smells nice. Does it really feel all right now, Kenny?"

"Feels wonderful," he reverently said, and the love was there, right there in his eyes.

"Just hold still now, dear. Hold perfectly still. There's something nice I'm going to do for you. Sh-h-h-h-h. Quiet, Kenny. M-m-m-m-m."

She had it in her mouth! One touch of her lips on its slickly wet end had been all she'd intended to do, but then she'd been unable to stop herself from sliding her full lips right on down its length. Over the tapered knob her lips had gone, over the stretched foreskin to feel the steely hardness of his shaft. His bulbous knob slipped over the shallow curve of her tongue, making each of her tastebuds feel as alive as her clitoris felt. She leaned right on forward, quite unable to stop herself, until her nose was in his sparse fur and the bulb of his cock was fitted beautifully in the back of her throat. She wanted to go on, she wanted to devour him completely-starting with his cock-but she got herself in control again and leaned back. She slipped hit lips over his cock, felt its every contour with her lips and tongue. She licked all she could of the goodness from it, and puckered a soft kiss on its lovely little mouth before leaning back and smiling up at him.

"Did that feel nice, Kenny?"

"Jeezus-peezus!" he said.

Her smile broadened. "That means yes?"

"A blow job. Wow. Now I've had a blow job!"

She shook her head. "No, darling. That wasn't a blow job. That was just a little kiss. This is a blow job."

Joyce took the knob of his cock in her mouth before she slipped to her knees on the carpet. She was sucking him now. She turned her head this way and that, swirling her tongue around the deliciously meaty head of his cock. She was sucking out the good stuff that lurked in his cum canal, licking up any of the dried cream she'd missed with her first deep kiss of his hot organ.

The boy was squirming and gasping, making little stifled cries of mixed fear and pleasure. She was confident that her hungry mouth would soon blot out the fear.

God, his cock was absolutely scrumptious, positively thrilling in her soft wet mouth. Her cheeks were sunken in from her sucking on it, and still she was just as gentle as she could be. She caressed his hips with her hands, pulling him closer, deeper. She breathed through her flaring nostrils, smelling him very strongly now. Eyes closed, she soared to heaven as she sucked in the whole length of his virginal cock again. She felt it in her throat, felt it with her cheeks, as her tongue wrapped around it and her suction kept coaxing more seminal fluid out for her starved gullet to swallow.

The music was still playing-gutsy rock and roll now-and she felt it everywhere in her body. She swayed to it, her hair silkily brushing his thighs as she knelt there sucking his cock, giving him the blow job of his life. He was making his little whimpering cries, and she was purring like a five hundred pound lioness as she sucked on his hot, sweet cock.

She took it out of her mouth, the better to prolong her pleasure-and his. Smiling, chuckling, feeling warm and wonderful for the first time in years, she slid her cheeks over its wet length. She kissed it and cradled it against her cheek and throat, brushed her hair over it, bent lower to kiss his balls. She burrowed her lips in his hairy loins and kissed him deeply there, with his cock pressed against her ear, being kissed by her shining tresses. She curled her tongue under it and licked up its whole length while he stood there shaking and moaning and clutching at his pants with both hands.

"You like your blow job?" she asked, and slid her pursed lips all over its bulging head. "Does it feel good? Better than your hand? If so, tell me about it, darling, while I suck on your perfect little prickie."

"Yes! Oh-h-h-h, no! Oh, Miss Jensen! Oh, MISS JENSEN!"

He started to back off, and Joyce almost panicked. Her hands went around his hips in a flash, her nails dug into his buttocks. She pulled him closer, pulled his cock deeper inside her mouth, while he squealed and jerked. She had him close to cumming, but now in his prudish fear he was fighting her, trying to hold back, and she couldn't have that, not when she was this close.

"Please!" he gasped. "Wait! I can't...."

"You can!" she commanded, and at once had his cock in her mouth again.

There was a savage hunger in her now. If the entire faculty had come bursting into the Lounge, she wouldn't have stopped, couldn't have stopped. She had a boy's cock in her mouth again, and she wouldn't quit till she had his cream, too.

"Please!" he squeaked, and dropped his pants and shorts and pushed at her head.

Her fingers dug into his buns and she sucked harder, swirled her tongue faster. He was trying to twist away, his fear was overcoming the pleasure she knew she was giving him!

She raked his asscheeks with her nails. He squealed in pain, but his cock went deeper. Again he tried to twist out of her grip, and now Joyce grappled him hard around the hips, turned his body and threw him down on the couch. His cock never left her mouth, and it never would until it spurted for her. She laid half on top of him, subduing his struggles with her weight. She jammed his legs apart with her elbows and she sucked his cock, oh, how she sucked that sweet cock of his.

"No . . . No . . . No . . . ," he gasped, choking, and then she felt his body grow limp, and she knew she had him.

He went limp all over, except for his hips, except for his- cock. Lying back while Joyce sucked his cock, moaning softly, his hips started an upward pumping, and his cock throbbed discernibly in her mouth.

He was fucking her face! He was cumming for her!

"Mmmmm! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!" Joyce moaned from the depths of her bowels as the good stuff spurted. The first jet of it came out so strongly that it skidded over her tongue and almost passed down her gulping gullet before she could taste it. Then she settled down, brows knit, lips captivating, and head bobbing. She held him firmly where he was, though he gave no signs of trying to escape now, and she sucked him and swallowed him.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-m." Every drop of it was precious, and there were quite a few of the precious drops. Time stood mercifully still for her while she sucked out every one, rolled it on her tongue, swallow it with gusto, and came back for more.

"Mm-hm-m-m-m-m." His cockshaft was just as hard as ever, still throbbing with his good, hard ejaculations. His hips were still clumsily working, his boydick still fucking her face. And the jism was still flowing. Those first delightfully forcefully spurts had passed on to a steady pulsing of the sweetest food and drink in the world, to her. She couldn't waste a drop of it. With her hand curled around the base of his cock, she milked and coaxed more of it out to meet her tongue, at the ready to scoop it up and roll it around and get it down inside her. She could feel it inside her. It was warming her, bringing her to life, making her know she was a whole woman again.

"M-m-m-m-m. M-m-mm. M-m-m." It was all gone. She'd succeeded in getting every last drop of it. She was quite drunk on it, but like the alcoholic, she had to have just a bit more. She let his cock slip from her mouth, gazed lovingly at it in her hand, while she licked her lips with meticulous care. She cradled his handsome young prick to her cheek again, then licked over its entire length and girth, in search of any precious tiny droplet of cum juice that might be hidden in -a pore. And she held it to her lips, like a giant shushing finger, as she looked up at his vapidly smiling face and said, "That was a blow job, Kenny. Did you like it?"

"Jeezus-peezus," he murmured.

She laughed, giddy, happy at last. "Nothing wrong with that, was there?"

He shook his smiling head and she kissed his prick in delight.

"We'll do that some more, won't we. Lots of times," she said.

He nodded, sleepy, content.

"Yes, darling," she purred, nestling her cheek against his boydick, rubbing her burning twat. "No end of the fun we'll have together. We'll make you forget all about those funny notions you have that sex is bad for you. We'll suck and fuck and love forever, just the two of us. I love your cum. It makes me feel good all over. It makes me hot. Makes me want to fuck you, darling. Oh, baby, teacher's going to teach you so many things. Sucking pussy. You'll like that. And fucking. Fucking, fucking, fucking. Blow jobs, you'll have a zillion of those, any time you want them. Fuck. Suck. Pussy. Cock. Good times. You and me. Forever."

Joyce became slowly aware that his body had been stiffening, that he was trying to draw away from her. Right away she realized she'd gone too far. This was a boy whose shyness and whose fear of sex was very deeply ingrained. He was a boy who might tolerate and even enjoy smutty words in the heat of his desire. But once that desire was temporarily sated, his shyness and fear rose quickly to the surface again.

"I gotta go," he muttered, confirming her worst fears.

But still she wanted him so badly that she couldn't release her hold on him, couldn't take her well-fucked face from his prick. "Stay. Stay a little longer. I'll suck you again," she said.

"No! I gotta go! I shouldn't have even come in here with you!"

Panic-born of her great lust-seized her again. She tried to hold him there, tried to frantically reason with him, but now he was too strong for her. He wrenched his way up from the couch, out of her grasp. He staggered around the room trying to pull up his pants and shorts, while she followed on her knees, pleading.

"Kenny, wait! We've done nothing wrong! It's all right. Kenny, listen to me!"

"I gotta go! I've got to go!"

He got his pants up! He made it to the door, and was desperately fumbling with the bolt! My God, she couldn't lose him now, not when she'd just found him!

She fought down the raging fire in her pussy. She forced calm upon herself, stood up, and quickly opened her blouse. He'd succeeded in getting the door unbolted when she called out his name in her smoothly commanding teacher's tones.

"Kenny, look at me."

His face was contorted as he looked back over his shoulder, but the lines in it smoothed right out as he stared at her bosom. Her blouse was open now, and she was just slipping the bra strap down from her shoulder. Her face was expressionless and she didn't say a word, but he quietly closed the door as she peeled down the big white cup of her brassiere, baring her left breast.

Joyce Jensen had big breasts. She wore tight brassieres and restrictive clothing to minimize their size, not wanting to attract any of the teachers at school with her bounteous bosom. But her left breast was unrestricted now, and it stood out in all its pink-crested glory, pointing straight at the object of her desires, luring him on once again.

She stood there ten feet from him, caressing her left breast, hefting its full plumpness, drawing its nipple to an even firmer point. She had him again. It was there in his eyes. He started toward her, drawn by the erotic beauty of her lovely big tit, but now she was in control of herself again. Now she had him hanging by a thread, and she had to strengthen that thread without frightening him off again by going too fast with him.

"Stop right where you are, Ken."

He obeyed her, of course, and she covered her exposed breast with her blouse, ready to throw it open again if he threatened to leave.

"Do you want to see more of me like this?" she said, hand inside her blouse, touching the breast he longed to touch.

"Well . . . Yeah."

"Good. I want to see more of you, too, since we're so much alike. But we've got to be mature about this, haven't we?"

"I guess so," he said, scratching at his loins, unaware of that, unaware of anything but her breast, so near and yet so far from him.

"We're both going to think this over tonight, aren't we, Kenny?"

He nodded.

"We're going to give it a lot of thought. Maybe even dream about it. Right?"

"Yes. Yes, Miss Jensen."

"And tomorrow we'll decide if we should meet again like this. That's sensible, isn't it?"

Again he nodded, and now she took a few steps closer to him. Her purse was on the couch. She gave him a brief glimpse of her bare tit as she bent to reach into it. Facing him again, her titty barely concealed, she said, "There's something of mine I want you to take with you while you're thinking about what we've done today. While you're thinking about what might happen between us tomorrow. Will you take it? Will you do as I tell you with it?"

He was hesitant. She took his hand in hers, kissed it lightly and felt it try to withdraw. But it didn't try to withdraw when she slipped it inside her blouse and let it feel the satiny full plumpness of her bare left breast. She let it dwell, let it fondle. She let its erotic warmth suffuse through his body, while she kept hers under stern control.

And then she softly said, "Do you still trust me, Kenny? Do you still trust your teacher to know what's best for you?"

"Yeah," he murmured, and gave her nipple a little tweak that very nearly shattered Joyce's precarious control over herself.

"Then take these with you," she said, and pressed the damp, wadded ball of her panties into his pocket. "No, don't look at them now. Just take them with you. They're a small part of me. Keep them in your pocket as you go home, as you think about what we've done today and what we ought to do tomorrow. Wait till tonight, when you take off your clothes to go to bed. Then take them out and see what the present is I've given you. Put it under your pillow, Kenny, before you go to sleep. In the morning, with a clear head, you can decide if you want to see any more of me. Goodbye now," she said, and touched her lips to his, and pressed her bosom warmly against his chest.

She didn't smile until her new pupil had left the Teacher's Lounge. When she did, it was with the sure knowledge that she had her hands on a boy she could train to fuck and suck and enjoy every hot pleasure that can be known between a teenaged boy and a woman twenty years his senior.