Chapter 5

The more Joyce reflected on things, the more she felt that her roommate Billie was right. Certainly she didn't go along with Billie's bisexual tendencies. But she agreed with her that life is short, and that fun should be enjoyed whenever possible. She came to this conclusion after thinking it over during her first six class periods at school that day.

By the time her seventh period study class began, she was ready to do anything she had to in order to have young Kenny's body to the fullest extent. She would use her authority, her experience, her age, anything at all to get him, and she wouldn't waste any time about it. Her pussy was sore from the workout with the dildo the evening before, but her eyes were ready for him the moment he walked in the door.

It was the second day of school and by then all the pupils had some homework to do in Joyce's class. They chatted back and forth for a few minutes before they settled down to their work, but Kenny was working the moment he took his corner desk seat. He didn't even look up at her. It worried Joyce, but she knew she could get his interest back. She had to!

Joyce started a slow tour of her class. Helping here, helping there, she worked her way around to Kenny's desk. And as she approached it, the soreness in her cunt miraculously disappeared. Her lips got swollen and wet. Her clit felt like a tiny tongue, hungrily licking those lips. She leaned over his shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Joyce was going to ask him if he'd slept well, if he'd made his decision, and if he could join her after school at her apartment. Instead, her old lust and her new boldness took over, and she whispered in his ear, "I'm going to suck you off again after school today, darling."

He stiffened in his seat. And then he firmly shook his head, without even looking up at her.

She persisted, saying, "I'm going to make your dick hard, take it in my mouth and suck it till you cum, Kenny."

He hunched over his notebook, breathing faster.

She slid her hand over his shoulder and murmured, "All alone in my apartment. Just you and me. And we'll fuck, Kenny, well fuck each other's ears off."

"No! Go away," he whispered, whining, and Joyce wanted to strangle him.

The pupil in front of him looked around, and Joyce had to move on. She was frustrated to the point of distraction. She had to do something to get that boy! There, four seats ahead of Kenny, sat another boy, black-haired, larger than the object of her desires. She looked back at Kenny with a sneer, and bent over this boy's shoulder.

He was laboring over his math. She helped him with it, smiling more than she had to, hovering close. She knew Kenny would think he was being replaced in her affections. It would get him jealous. It would bring him to her. She spent several minutes with the black-haired boy before going back to her desk. Kenny's face was red. She was sure her plan was working. But then, when the bell rang, Kenny hurried out, and it was the grinning black-haired boy who was the last to leave her room.

Joyce thought her heart would break-and she thought her poor cunt would dry up and die of its disappointment. Her only hope was that Kenny might be waiting for her in the faculty parking lot, and with this in mind she headed for her car. Kenny was not waiting for her there-but the black-haired boy was, and he had a friend with him. They were in an open, near-new convertible, the black-haired boy closest to her in the passenger's seat, a somewhat older boy behind the wheel. Her pupil waved and called her name, and she changed course and went over to the car.

His name was Rick, and he introduced his friend as Pete. Pete, she judged, was about eighteen. He was tall, with a smoothly muscular chest under his tee-shirt. He had thick, blond hair and a very white smile. Rick was smaller, thinner, and he had that element of mischief in his face that was lacking in Kenny's. Like his older friend, Rick was wearing Joyce's favorite fashion for young males-tee shirt and jeans.

She had worn a skirt, blouse and sweater that day, and no stockings at all. Under her clothes she had on a pair of pretty yellow panties and matching bra that was considerably less substantial than the usual kind she wore to school. She stood at the side of the car, looking down at their grins, looking down at the tight pants which outlined their sex. She kept up a conversation about school, and the football team, and while she did she felt the perspiration trickling and the warmth rising from between her legs. Neither of the boys was as attractive as Kenny, but there was two of them, two of them!

"Why don't you get in the car and take a little ride with us, Miss Jensen," said Pete. "We'll show you the places where the kids hang out."

Being so close to them would be incredibly exciting, and she could then go home prepared for a heavy masturbation session. "Thanks, but I shouldn't. It wouldn't look right if I was seen driving around with you."

"Nobody'll see you," said Pete, and pressed the button that made the top begin to go up. "Come on. You're safe with us."

She might even be able to find Billie's dildo when she got home. And Billie might be there to help her use it. "I really shouldn't."

"Aw, please, Miss Jensen," said Rick.

There was no one about to see her get in the car. Joining them might lead to even more than excitement. And the fifteen-year-old's wistful look was so very appealing. "Fine, I'll go with you. But just for a little while."

Rick jumped right out, and Joyce found herself seated on the soft leather cushions between the two boys. The acceleration of the car pushed her back against the seat as Pete took off. They were both grinning at her, talking about school, as school was left far behind them. Their pricks were so close that Joyce had to clasp her hands tightly in her lap. Already hot excitement was surging in her. If only Kenny was there. . . .

"Boy, you sure do smell good, Miss Jensen," said Rick. "That perfume you're wearing is something else," he said, and leaned excitingly close to sniff at her hair.

Pete leaned closer too, pushing at her with his shoulder, inhaling deeply. "Yeah. You really do smell good, Miss J."

She made herself laugh, and she said, "I've got the bottle in my purse, if you really like it."

"If they could bottle what you smell like," said Pete with a wicked grin, "somebody'd make a fortune. Hey, how'd you like to see where us kids go to make out with our chicks at night?"

"No, thanks. I don't suppose it's much different from where we used to go when I was your age."

He looked her up and down, quite boldly, a little frighteningly. He said, "That wasn't so long ago. Let's go up there. Okay?"

"Please, Miss Jensen," said Rick. "It's not far."

"Well, all right," she said, and patted his leg. She touched him through his jeans, felt his hard young body for a moment, and it made her squeeze her thighs together hard.

Up they went, through narrow streets that wound in and out of a residential area. All the turns kept swaying the closely seated trio against each other. Joyce rocked back and forth, feeling pleasantly dizzy, swaying against the bodies of two young males who were every bit as good as that silly Kenny.

"Beautiful view," she said when they were parked on a bluff, and she was looking out through the windshield at the city.

"Sure is," said Pete. "Right, Rick?"

"Yeah-h-h-h-h," said the younger of the two.

They were both looking at her. They were devouring her with their hot young eyes as she sat up straight and looked ahead. Her pussy and her tits were itching for a touch, but her mind was still very fearful. Compared to Kenny, these two were a pair of ruffians. She'd been foolish to come with them. All alone now, out of earshot of anyone but the birds in the trees, she could be raped, killed. And if she encouraged them, she could lose her job if they talked about it, which they certainly would.

"What's your first name, Miss J?" Pete asked.

"Joyce," she said, and settled back against the seat, took off her glasses and regarded them with a calm smile.

"That's a pretty name, and you're sure a pretty woman. Especially with those glasses off."

"I'll say," echoed Rick. "And I bet you'd be even prettier with your hair down."

"What a pair of young flirts you two are," she said with a laugh, and with the recollection that she'd come with them for just this- flirtation, excitement. She began to relax a little.

"I bet you spent a lot of time in places like this when you were in high school," said Pete.

"No, my parents were very strict," she said, "but I'm sure you two handsome devils are regulars here."

"Who's flirting now?" said Pete, and all three of them laughed together. They were nice boys, not so different from Kenny at all. They were just out for some fun, and after all, wasn't that what Joyce was after?

"You should see it up here on a summer night, Joyce," said Pete. "It's a regular automobile orgy."

"I can imagine."

"They call it Cherry Hill because so many have been lost up here that someday the hill will be covered with cherry trees."

She laughed with them, though she knew she shouldn't. She laughed while they nudged her and snickered, having fun, just like she was.

"You're the best-looking girl who's ever come up here," said Rick. "Heck, you're the best-looking girl in school!"

"I'm not exactly a girl, but I am flattered." Rick was more than a little excited. Pete was too, but he kept it well hidden. She wanted them both to be excited, and lusting for her as Kenny apparently was not. Their excitement would add to hers, and life was made for excitement, for fun. "Would you like me to take my hair down, Rick, and then see if I'm as pretty as you think?"

"Boy, that'd be great!"

"Or would you rather take it down yourself? There's only a few little pins holding it up."

"Could I???"

"Of course you could," she said, and turned on the seat until her back was to the fifteen-year-old and she was facing the eighteen-year-old with the hunger in his eyes and the smile on his lips.

He looked her over, slowly and with appreciation. She sat there, enjoying it, feeling weak and yet feeling very strong. At last he said, "Know what I'd like to take down?"

"No, Pete. What would you like to take down?"

"Your panties."

"Oh? Aren't you the big, bold loverman. Is that your line with the girls in school? If so. . . ."

"You're not a girl. You're a damned sexy woman, Joyce, and I want to get in your pants."

"Oooo, you scare me," she said, with mock consternation. Behind her Rick had succeeded in loosening her hair, but he'd gone stock still when his friend had made his lewd proposition. Now Joyce leaned back against him, as if trying to draw away from Pete. "Save me from him, Rick," she said, and laughed, and settled more warmly against him.

"Yeah, I'll save you," he said, with his breath hot in her hair, and with his little hands creeping up her sides, under her arms.

Pete, looking down at her bunched up skirt, said, "How about it? You want to fuck? I'd sure like to fuck you. Joyce."

"He's threatening me again, Rick," she said. She made a show of trying to back off from him, and she succeeded in reaching around behind her and finding Rick's prick, covered with denim and hard as a rock. He squirmed and moaned under her, and his fingers went on to the soft sides of her breasts. "Pete," she said, "don't you know that's no way to get what you want from a girl, or a woman?"

He laid his hand tentatively on her knee, and he said, "I thought you might be in a hurry. But I can be smooth, too."

It was beyond a flirtation now. She remembered what Billie had said about life being short, and she said, "I've got all afternoon, boys."

Pete grinned, and both his hands went to Joyce's knees. They described little circles as they moved up, toward her throbbing pussy. Rick sighed, and both his hands moved around to cover her tingling breasts. Both pairs of hands were trembling, as if afraid she'd stop them. She didn't stop them. And she didn't even let herself think about Kenny as she parted her legs a bit for Pete and continued to feel of Rick's boydick behind her.

"You did a nice job with my hair-pins, Rick. What do you think you can do with my blouse buttons?"

"Oh, man!" he said, and his fingers clumsily flew.

Pete watched him at his very pleasant work. Still caressing Joyce's bare legs-ever higher- he grinned like a snake while he watched the blouse come open and the well-filled yellow bra appear. Fingertips six inches from her crotch, he whistled low as the two little hands squeezed Joyce's titties through the yellow lace.

Pete said, "Might as well show us all you've got, eh, Joyce?"

"Might as well. Can you do bra hooks, Rick?" she said, and leaned forward.

His hands slipped around off her breasts, but she kept her hand firmly on his hot little pecker. There in the front seat of the convertible, far from prying eyes, the schoolteacher leaned forward wetting her lips with her tongue. The high school boy behind the wheel leaned close and kissed her, and as she stabbed her tongue in his mouth, the one behind her succeeded in unhooking her brassiere.

The sucking kiss lengthened and deepened. They swirled tongues and breathed into each other's mouths while Rick's trembling hands reached bare tit and Pete's probing fingers touched hot, wet nylon. For several long, delicious minutes the trio was frozen into a scarcely moving tableau. Mouths sucked and tongues tangled. Schoolboy hands squeezed deeply at Joyce's luscious big tits. Schoolboy fingers pulled and poked at her hard nipples, while other schoolboy fingers wormed their way inside the hem of her tight crotchband. Her lips stuck to Pete's for an extra moment as she at last leaned back against Rick again, sighing.

"God damn!" Pete murmured, flushed of face and glassy of eye, while behind her, Rick's hot breath and hard cock told of his excitement. She had them both just where she wanted them.

"Well," she said, and slipped her bra down over her arms, "do you like what I've got?"

"God damn! I never saw a pair of tits like that in my life!" Pete exclaimed, and began pawing them along with Rick.

She looked down and watched them, thrilled at the sight of not one, but two pair of hot young hands on her proud beauties. The way they were pushing them around made them look bigger than they actually were, and that was saying something for she had very large breasts. Very prominent, too, but those four hands on her there were all but turning them into marshmallows.

"Of course," she said at last, "there's more to me than just my big old titties."

"Huh?" said Pete. "Oh, yeah!" he went on, and his smoothness was gone now as he returned his hands to her thighs.

She helped him along. She helped him undress her by lifting her hips off the car cushion and tugging her skirt up, aiding him as he pulled down her tight yellow panties. And she helped direct his future actions with her words. "You really like pussy, Pete?"

"Do I ever! ? I'm a real pussy hound!"

"Like to eat it?"

"Yeah-h-h-h-h."

"Then go to it, baby. Eat teacher's pussy. It's all yours."

He kicked the driver's door open and hunkered right down. He was so eager that he only got her panties over one of her feet before he had his face between her legs and was covering Joyce's hot box with equally hot kisses. She ruffled his blonde hair and grinned down at the top of his head. She tilted up her hips for him and spread her legs wider. Rick, still kneading her tits with his hot little hands, was trying to crane his head over her shoulder to see the action below, the source of the wet kissing sounds. She patted his hard prick and said, "Don't worry, baby. You'll get your turn at it too, if you want to try eating a little pussy."

"I sure do!" he said, and she squeezed his cock again.

Talk about living life, this was it. She had one boy eating her twat and another loving up her tits, and all she had to do was lay back and enjoy. As frosting on her sexy cake, she had a hard young cock in her hand. Billie should see her now-she'd be proud of her.

Kenny should see her now-he'd go running home to his papa.

But to hell with them. To hell with everything but the pleasures she was getting from these two boys, pleasures which were long overdue her. She was going to swing out in the future, without a thought to the consequences. Nothing was going to stop her from having the full joy of life and sex. This was only the beginning for her, and at thirty-four, she still had a long way to go.

Joyce managed to twist around and get her mouth on Rick's. While Pete steadily kissed her pussy, she gave the younger boy a few lessons in the art of French kissing. All the while she kept her hand working on his cock. His denims were all wet there. She had him close to cumming, and she loved that. She loved it for the excitement of the moment, and for the knowledge that his youth would serve to get his cock primed and loaded for another discharge.

Down below, Pete was getting close to home. Joyce took her mouth from Rick's to murmur, "Suck me right there, Pete. Right there. Yes-s-s-s. Yessss-s-s-s-s-s-s!"

He had her right on the button. In comparison to Billie, he was clumsy with his sucking and tonguing, but even his clumsiness added to Joyce's excitement as she felt a good climax approaching. An even greater additive came when she was inspired to get Rick's pants open and feel his naked boy dick.

She had to work fast, for the feelings in her twat were swelling rapidly. As they grew, she was the one who became clumsy, tugging too hard at Rick's button, yanking too quickly at his zipper tab. She was panting and grabbing, bucking upward with her hips and digging deep with her hand. Now she had to try to hold back the smash of orgasm, and this she was just able to do until she got her fingers firmly wrapped around a boydick, all moist and sweaty from its confinement and its spilt seminal fluid, all hard and hot and itching to get where that other boy's tongue was.

"Nnnngg! Gawd, it's so beautiful!" she moaned, clutching the pure dick, letting the orgasm burst in her.

"It's such a nice hard one, and I've got to feel it in me!" she gasped, pulling the prick till its owner yelped, and with her other hand, pushing her cunt-eater's head down harder between her upraised legs.

"YES, MAKE IT CUM!!!" she cried, as now she felt a hot spurt of jism shooting up to cover her bare back with its delicious syrup.

"CUM, CUM, CUM-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M!!!" she squalled, pumping the boydick in her hand just as hard as she was pumping the woman-cunt between her legs.

And then, at the height of her climax, the blonde one wrenched his wet face up, saying, "I gotta fuck you now! I just gotta!"

"Eat me some more, damnit! Eat me just a little more!"

"I want to put it in you!" he said, tearing at his pants.

"Rick," she implored, using her hand on her pussy to keep the good feeling flowing. "Rick, eat my pussy now. Please, honey. I want just a little more of it bef . . . Oh, Gawd, look at that!" she gasped, as Pete's prick hove into view.

It was as straight and smooth as a boy's but as big as any man's she'd ever seen, even in the porno pictures Morris had given her. It had come springing right out of Pete's jeans, and already it was homing in on her cunt, steaming hot and still twinging with orgasmic delights that stemmed from Pete's lively tongue.

"Get it in me! Come on!" she said, with a hoarse voice and a feverish tone.

"Can't I eat you first?" Rick begged behind her.

"Later," she said, sliding down lower on the seat to get her twat closer to Pete's big prick, but still retaining her grip on Rick's smaller organ.

Pete was again clumsy in his eagerness. He had a good, man-sized prick. It was far bigger than the dildo that had been in her cunt the day before. It was bigger than Morris's prick, and Morris was well built down below. Without a doubt, it was the biggest cock Joyce had ever seen. And when he at last got it fitted between her pouting pussy lips, when he had the wet end of it lodged in the portals of her cunt, she said, "Just stick it right in! Hurry up!!! Give it to me all at once. I need it so bad, so fucking bad!!! EEK!!!"

There was slight pain from that sudden initial insertion, but in a flash it was gone and Joyce was filled up with hard cock. She rolled her hips on the seat, squealing with delight, while the big blond boy fucked her with no restraint. She knew from his excitement that he would cum at any moment, and so now she held nothing back at all. She let the orgasms flow-BANG! BANG! BANG!-while her head rocked back and forth in the other boy's lap and her pussy jumped up to meet the staccato drives of that big prick in her.

The younger boy was watching raptly as his teacher got herself fucked very thoroughly. As he watched, his hands kept kneading and feeling of her jouncing tits. Her hand was behind her rocking head, still clutching his boydick. All she had to do was turn her head, reach out with her tongue, and she was able to lick the sweet cream from his half-hard cock while the fully hard one went on slamming into her.

"She's blowing me! Pete, she's blowing me!" Rick cried, as Joyce, orgasming heavily, got his lovely young cock sucked deep into her mouth.

"MMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" she moaned, as now, from both above and below, she was being filled with young cock. Pete's was quite hard, and Rick's was rapidly approaching that happy condition as she sucked on him with an ardor born more of orgasmic frenzy than of sexual artistry.

"Good! Great," Pete panted back to his younger friend. "I'm next for that. But right now . . . right now . . . ur-r-r-rrggh . . . right now I'm cumming!!! OH SHIT! URRRGII! MAN, AM I EVER CUMMING!!! OH UR-RRGH!! SHIT!! HEY!! WOW!!! CUMMING SO FUCKING GOOD I CAN'T STAND IT!!! WoooooooooooWOW-W-W-W-W-W-W!!!"

YES!!! YES!!! Joyce shouted inside her head as she felt the good stuff flow from his pistoning cock into her sucking cunt. She wanted to see it shooting out, but there was no way in the world she could lift her head from Rick's lap without taking that prick from her mouth. And there was no way she could take her mouth off that prick when it was getting hard for her. She felt Pete's ejaculations rather than saw them. They squirted up inside her, coinciding with the top dead center jammings of his wonderfully big, stiff cock. His jism squirted up against the farthest end of her love channel and spread out to lubricate her already well-oiled cuntwalls for another of his deep and deeply satisfying drives. But all good things must come to an end-at least temporarily-and far too soon for Joyce, Pete's groans turned into sighs and his stabs turned into easy slides. Pete was finished before she was, but she'd prepared for that with her mouth and tongue.

She held Rick's fully hard prick against her hot cheek as she said to him, "I think it's about time you fucked teacher now, loverman."

Pete just drawing his long cock out of her, laughed and said, "Aren't you going to go down on her first, buddy."

"Are you kiddin'!" said the younger boy. "Her snatch has your jism all over it!"

Immediately Joyce's head jerked up. She had to see that, and see it she did. Throughout the damp dark tangle of her matted pubic hair were sparkling silver threads of cum, spewed there in Pete's final throes of excitement as he'd drawn his cockhead complete out during his ejaculations. His cum shone like pearls there, and made Joyce hotly crave for more of that kind of ornamentation.

She was hot again as she scrambled about, turning herself on the seat, panting and saying, "You don't have to lick my cunt, Rick. All you've gotta do is fuck it. But this time I want to see your beautiful prick when it shoots! Stick it in. Fuck me, Rick! FUCK ME NOW!"

He was so much smaller than Pete that she thought she wouldn't really feel his first insertion, but she was wrong about that. She saw every inch of that slim white organ slide through her snarled fur and disappear between her reaching red lips, and she further saw the expression of great joy that lit up the boy's face as he slipped his hot cock in a lively wet hole. It was beautiful-and so was that bigger dick, all wet with mixed love juices, that was curled over her face. There was a drop of cum hanging by a tiny wet string, and as Rick vigorously pushed and pulled his slippery cock in and out of her welcome hole, she reached out with her tongue and dabbed up the drooling drop.

Delicious.

She slipped her hand around Pete's strong hip, and it took very little urging from that hand before the eighteen-year-old bent down and let her suck in the whole length of his limber dick.

It wasn't limber for long. Rick's pistoning prick was as hard as it could be, and within a few delightful minutes Joyce felt Pete's prick responding to her practiced sucking and tonguing. It swelled up and got hard in her mouth. She lay there getting fucked on the front seat of the car, happily sucking another boy's cock. She had just the head of it in her mouth, while in her cunt was the full length of Rick's cock. Her hand worked over the rest of Pete's cock. It milked that lovely hard thing thoroughly, coaxing it to the condition she craved, while the boys talked back and forth among themselves.

"Fucking's great, eh, Rick?"

"Lotta work, but it's great!"

"Yeah-h-h-h. She gives a good blow job, all right."

"You gonna cum in her mouth?"

"I don't know if she goes for that," said Pete, "but I'm gettin' pretty close. Whew!"

Of course she went for boys cumming in her mouth, but she had no way of telling them that just then, for her mouth was too filled with cock. That was just as well, for at that point, on that day, Joyce didn't want to drink a full measure of boy cum. She had something else in her sexually seething mind, and she was working toward it with both her mouth and her cunt, sucking and fucking two dicks at once, pacing them toward their climaxes.

"Oh, cripes! Oh, Pete!" Rick gasped, and Joyce worked faster with her hand and with her mouth.

"Yeah! Wow! Me too, partner!" said Pete, and now Joyce increased the upward humping of her hips.

"Together!" Rick exulted. "We're gonna do it at the same . . . OH! . . . time!"

"YES!" she cried, whipping Pete's hot dick from her mouth, flipping Rick's ready cock from her cunt. "YES, YES, YES!!!" she shouted, as, with a boycock in each hand, she milked them both rapidly.

She lay there on the sweat-soaked leather, writhing like a feverish snake, pumping those two cocks and watching with greedy eyes as they spewed for her. She saw every droplet of hot white cum spurt out at her and kiss her contorting body. Never mind her cunt and her mouth now, she was filling her eyes, her brain with the vision of these two immature males, shooting all over her. It went on the remnants of her clothes, on her undulating belly and lolling tits. It went to add more pearls to her fur, and it rained down on her face and lips, where she could taste it without missing sight of a single speck that came gushing out of the two well-used young peckers. She pumped them both dry, and as the boys sighed and smiled, Joyce relaxed completely and flattened against the seat cushion.

"Man, I'm pooped," said Rick.

"Me too," said Pete. "Let's go grab a coke. I'll buy."

"Great! Uh . . . should we take her?"

"If she really wants to go," Pete said skeptically, "but somebody might see her with us."

"No. No, thanks," said Joyce, yawning. "Just take me to my car. I have to get home and grade some papers."

They didn't say much as they took her back down the hill. They dropped her off without even asking if they could fuck her another time, but she knew they'd be back for more of her body. These two lusty boys would want her a second time, even though her Kenny didn't.