Chapter 6

Miss Joyce Jensen's pussy was aching next morning from the double-ended dildo and from the double fucking she'd received from the boys on Cherry Hill, but she didn't mind it. It was a reminder that she was getting more fucking than she'd ever had in her life, and she could put up with that.

Her future looked good. Even if Kenny wasn't interested in her, Rick and Pete certainly were, and if she could get away with fucking and sucking with them, she could do the same with other boys at school. If she got caught, there was always another job to be had, and more eager boys to be found elsewhere. If the job was a menial one, she's just drown her troubles with boys. And who could tell, she might even learn to enjoy a little lesbian sex now and then, just for the variety of it. Joyce got out of bed feeling good.

She showered and dried and she powdered her sore pussy carefully. She put on some sexy little undies that Morris had bought for her and a bright and summery dress that she felt would be appealing to Rick and Pete, or to any of the other boys at school. She put her hair in a pony tail instead of the usual bun, and she even put on a little make-up before going off for another day at good old Belmont High.

Her new appearance succeeded in attracting males. Several teachers who'd previously all but ignored her now stopped her in the halls for some conversation and a look down her dress. She was courteous but not encouraging to them, appreciating their interest in her tits, but not being attracted to them at all. The boys paid more attention to her, too. She could feel them ogling her as she sauntered down the hall, and their whistles behind her back were equally enjoyable. It was a grand feeling to know she could have Rick and Pete as sexual partners with just a snap of her fingers, and that beyond them there were hundreds of more boys she could easily lure into her arms and into her pussy. She was in a position to pick and choose, and she reveled in it all day-until seventh period.

There was Kenny again, avoiding a glance in her direction, looking absolutely miserable. Rick was there too, of course, gazing hotly at her as she sat behind her desk, but now Rick looked coarse and juvenile, while Kenny looked utterly beautiful to her. She longed for him more than ever before, and she saw the other boys as so many wooden Indians. She knew then that she had to have that boy, and she set about to get him at once.

Behind the cover of a folder on her desk, she drew a picture. It was a crude one, for she was no artist, but when it was completed there was no question about the identities of the smiling boy who was busily fucking the big-titted woman. She encircled it with a heart, folded it, and took it with her on her rounds of the studying pupils. As before, all the soreness vanished from her pussy when she got to within a yard of her Kenny, and as before, she felt almost ill with desire as she bent over his shoulder.

Joyce spoke soft and low, directly into his blushing ear. "Kenneth, yours was the shortest mini-biography of all that were turned in on the first day of school. I want you to enlarge it on this piece of paper and deliver it to me half an hour after the close of class. I'd hate to have to give you an incomplete grade in a study period class. I'll be in the Teacher's Lounge," she said, and laid her folded drawing on his desk and went on her way.

Rick reached out and touched her leg in passing, but it had hardly any effect on her at all. She got back to her desk and looked at Kenny. His face was down, but he was definitely blushing. With all her heart, she hoped that her crude drawing would do its job. She hoped that her picture would speak more than a thousand words to him, and that they'd be words that got his cock up hard and beautiful.

The minutes dragged by, but at last her final class of the day was over with. Kenny left the room with his notebook clenched against his loins, and this was a hopeful sign. All her study pupils left except Rick, who dawdled around his desk until teacher and schoolboy were alone in the classroom. He came up to her desk grinning and looking at her tits. This was a boy who appreciated her. She could have as much as she wanted of him, and in time he'd surely make her forget about Kenny. He was there and Kenny was gone, but still she longed for her brown-haired shy boy. "Can I help you, Rick?" she coolly said. Grinning mischievously, he said, "Yeah. You can fuck me again. Pete, too. We'll meet you up on Cherry Hill in about an hour."

"Oh? You will, eh?"

Her stern tongue caused his grin to falter, but it returned as he said, "That's right. You be up there or we're gonna tell on you."

She shook her head in disgust. "You ungrateful little bastard, you. Is that the thanks I get for being nice to you and your friend?"

He twisted his hands in front of him and said, "Well, Pete said...."

"I don't care what Pete said!" she snapped. "But you'd better listen to what I have to say, and tell it to Pete, too. You two go ahead and tell everyone in town about what happened up there. I don't really give a damn because no one will believe you. I have an impeccable record as a teacher, and the tales told by two brats like you and your friend can't possibly harm me. And now you may go."

His smile was completely gone now. He begged, he pleaded, he apologized, but Joyce remained adamant in her refusal to even listen to him. By the time he slunk dejectedly out of her classroom, she felt very sure of herself again, very able to be in complete command of any teenager at all. She walked through the abandoned hallway with the sure knowledge that she'd have command over Kenny that day, too.

Joyce arrived at the Teacher's Lounge just a few minutes before Kenny was due. She was smiling as she closed the door behind her and unbuttoned the top of her dress. She peeled it down to her waist and completely removed her brassiere, then sat down on the couch, stripped naked to the waist, all ready for his surprised arrival. He arrived right on time, but his arrival was announced by the piece of paper that was slid under the door.

Joyce muttered a curse and sprang to her feet to pick it up. She opened out its folds and glanced at it. It was the drawing she'd done, and across it he'd scrawled, I HATE DIRTY PICTURES! I HATE YOU!

Hot rage swelled in her naked bosom. She yanked open the door and poked her head out to peer down the hall. It was completely empty of anything but the rows of olive drab lockers, and the forlorn figure of Kenny, trudging down the hall with his notebook in his hand and his head down. He was almost to the end of the hall, but Joyce's stern voice, echoing through the corridor, stopped him in his tracks.

"Kenneth! You come right back here!"

He shook his head, no. But he started to turn around. And as he did, Joyce stepped out into the hall. She was standing there with her fists on her hips and a grim look on her face-and with her big bare tits pointed straight at him when at last he'd turned to face her.

Even at that distance she saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop. It didn't take any other command but that of her naked breasts to start him back to her. They stuck right out at him, quivering with the indignation that Joyce felt for the boy's lack of appreciation for her. Their big nipples and aureoles were like two angry red eyes, staring back at him, drawing him on. He was still a good twenty feet from her when she was able to see how well her bare bosom had worked on him. There she could see the bulge in his pants. Shy as he was, his fascination in her thrusting nudity was such that he'd forgotten completely to cover his erection with his trusty notebook. Without a word, she held the door open for him to pass by her. The little angel, he couldn't take his gaze from her big white breasts, beautifully capped with pink, as he entered the room. Joyce was smiling triumphantly to herself as she bolted the door behind him.

"What's the meaning of this?" she said, holding out the paper to him.

"Huh?" he said, still gaping at her bare tits.

"I asked you what you meant by insulting me like this. What do you mean, you hate dirty pictures? I can understand your hating me. Lots of students hate their teachers. And I can understand your hating dirty pictures. They're not nice at all. But this isn't a dirty picture. It's a picture of two people fucking, and there's nothing in the world dirty about fucking. I'm sorry if I'm not as good an artist as you are, but I'm insulted that you think my picture of us together is dirty. Why is it any dirtier than the one you drew of me?"

"That was dirty too," he said, properly confused, getting apologetic again.

"It was nothing of the kind," she said. "It was just a picture of me without my clothes on. Is that dirty? Do you think my naked breasts are dirty?" she asked, and cupped her hands under them, hefting and jiggling them before his goggling eyes.

"Oh, no! Gee, they don't look dirty at all."

"Exactly," she said. "They may be sexy, but they're not dirty. Do you think my breasts are sexy or dirty, Kenny?" she asked, coming a step closer, gratified that he didn't back off.

"Sexy. Yeah, they're sexy, not dirty." He started to take a step forward, then caught himself. He said, "But I gotta go now."

She shrugged, still fondling her breasts. "Suit yourself. But I want that paper of yours completed by tomorrow. And I'd still like to talk to you about your silly notions about what's dirty and what's sexy. Going to kiss teacher goodbye?"

He darted his gaze up into her eyes, looked down and said, "I better not."

"That's up to you, Kenny. But I don't think a little kiss goodbye would hurt you," she said, and with that she lifted her left breast and touched her pursed lips to the end of it. She looked up at him through her lashes as she swirled the point of her tongue around the rigid nipple, and was pleased at his glazed look and his heavy breathing.

"Nice. Tastes like more," she said, smiling and caressing her breast with both hands. She formed a wide circle with her thumbs and her forefingers and placed it over the full cone of her left breast. She drew the circle back, extruding the nipple, and aureole, and much of her creamy white breast through it, and she said, "I suppose you think it's dirty to kiss someone goodbye, too."

"Noooo," he said, and he took that step forward, the step Joyce had been waiting for, the one that felt as good as a hand sliding down to clasp her warm crotch. "No, a kiss goodbye isn't dirty."

"And is being naked dirty?"

"Huh-uh," he said, shaking his dear head, still staring.

"And you really want to kiss me goodbye now . . . right here?" she said, and cupped her left breast with her left hand, while with her right forefinger she drew little circles on her stiff-standing nipple. "Just once?"

He nodded, completely hypnotized. "Yeah."

"You can, you know," she said, "if you'll take off all your clothes first."

He stiffened with a jerk. "Take off all my clothes?!?"

"Gracious, you're even more shy than you were the last time we were together here," she said, laughing. "Well, it's all up to you, Kenny. As you've seen, I don't really need you to kiss my pretty titties."

With that Joyce turned her back on him and sauntered to the couch, sat down on the edge of it. With her back very straight and her tits very forthright, she sat there wetting her smiling lips with her tongue, and caressing and squeezing her lovely big breasts with both hands. Kenny stared and stared, and Joyce lifted one breast and then the other to her lips.

She kissed the ends of them lovingly, with parted lips, and she made sure the boy of her desires saw her tongue adding further warmth to her kisses.

"Since I'm doing it to myself, it's a form of masturbation, really. But I enjoy it, so I do it. I enjoy it even more when someone else is kissing my titties. Oh. Should I call them titties in front of you? Is that dirty language?"

He shook his head, wetting his lips now. "There's nothing dirty about you, Miss Jensen."

She blew him a little kiss and said, "You're sweet. But I do have some things at home that you might call dirty. Those pictures I told you about. I don't know if they're dirty or sexy. Maybe you could help me decide one of these days when you have some time. Dirty or sexy, I just don't know. But I do know I like to look at them sometimes. They make me feel all nice and warm and funny inside. But we can decide about my pictures some other time. Now I know you're in a hurry to go. Are you going to kiss me goodbye before you leave?" she asked, and kissed her right nipple again. She pretended it was the rosy head of his cock touching her lips, and this helped her to shoot him a look of deepest sensuality.

"Jeezus-peezus," he said, and began ripping off his clothes.

Joyce leaned back on the couch and watched.

He was disrobing very quickly and jerkily, but to her it was far more erotic than the slowest, most alluring strip tease ever performed on a stage.

His smooth tan chest, dotted with fine little brown nipples, appeared as he tore off his tee shirt. His adolescent muscles stood out softly as he hopped around, taking off his shoes and socks. He unfastened his pants and jerked them down, and as he kicked them off his feet, she could clearly see the outline of his marvelous little boydick, making a tent of the soft white material of his jockey shorts. The shorts came down in a flash, and he stood rigidly before her, arms at his sides, and said, "There! I'm naked!"

"You certainly are, and you're beautiful," she said, looking right at his prick as it stood up and out from his body. A fine prick, one that had yet to slide into a cunt, and though her cunt was pursing her lips for it, she restrained herself.

This was a boy she had to go easy with if she wanted all of him. And she did want all of him, including his balls. They were sweet walnuts in a sack of softest skin. They were unprotected now, and it was her fondest desire to feel them rolling softly in her hand. She wanted to hold them, to wrap her soft lips around them. She wanted to feel them slapping hotly up against her ass as the boy fucked her for all he was worth.

"Well . . . can I . . . kiss you goodbye now?" he said.

"All you want, darling. All you want."

She sat up straight on the edge of the couch again, just in time to present both of her lovely big breasts to him as he fell to his knees before her. She'd expected him to be clumsy, and he was, in a way, but he was so gentle and loving with his kisses that his inexperience at this hardly showed. He loved what he was doing, and he seemed afraid to hurt her. His hands, his kissing lips, all of him was atremble as he held the big beauties in his hands and moved his puckered lips over them. He kissed their blue-white bulging roundness. He put his wet lips on the corrugated rim of her aureoles and kissed her there. He took each nipple in between his lips and sucked on it and touched it with his tongue. He thrilled his teacher.

"Feels nice," she murmured, smoothing her hands over her breasts, lifting them to his eager mouth. "Do you like it?"

He nodded, and she laughed softly and ran her hands over his head and through his hair. "Of course you like kissing my titties. What young man wouldn't? And Kenny, you're the only young man who does this to me. Does that make you happy?"

Again he nodded, slowly, and with feeling this time. She wanted to crush him to her breast, have him bite and maul her tits, but she restrained herself. She wanted to throw him on the floor and fuck him to exhaustion, but she knew that if she was to see him again and train him some more, she had to hold back. She'd gone too fast with him before and it had scared him off. This was just about as far as she'd go with him today. And another step further next time, and the time after that. . . .

"Honey, it feels so good the way you kiss my titties that you're getting me all worked up. You'd better stop soon, or I'll have to find some young man to give me some satisfaction. That or play with myself."

Much to her disappointment, he drew away from her titty. "You'd let somebody f-fuck you?"

"Well, you obviously don't want to. And it's either that or play with myself."

"Don't do it with anybody else," he said, with tears in his eyes. "Wait till I'm ready to do it to you."

She laughed, softly and cruelly. "And when will that be? In another five years? Darling, I don't know if I can wait that long for you."

She kissed him to prove her point. She kissed him very sensuously, working her wet lips on his, sucking gently on his tongue, holding his cheeks in her hands as he knelt before her, trembling all over and playing with her tits.

Slowly ending the kiss, she said, "When are you going to be ready to slip your prick in me, Kenny? When?"

"I don't know," he moaned. "As soon as I can figure things out. I gotta go. T better go," he said, and got to his feet.

His prick was right before her eyes then, and there was no way in the world she could hold back from touching it. Her hand wrapped right around it, keeping him right where he was for the moment. And before he could tear away from her, she'd touched its rosy end to the equally rosy tip of her left breast.

"They like to kiss just like we do," she said, moving the velvety head of his boydick all around her stiff and throbbing nipple.

"Just look. They're fucking," she said, and drew them together until the creamy fullness of her breast obscured both her nipple and his cockhead.

"Kenny, that feels very nice," she murmured, getting hypnotized herself now as she guided the wetted end of his prick over her breasts, between them, under them.

"It feels nicer all the time," she purred, and writhed her torso forward, thrusting her tits up under his prick to feel his soft balls with her hard nipples.

"Looks nice, too, Kenny. Look. Look, darling," she murmured, and closed her tits over the length of his prick.

His body was all swayed forward, and his prick was standing almost straight up. With her two hands, Joyce had pushed her big breasts together against it, enveloping it entirely in her soft warmth. He moaned and shifted his hips, and then it was her turn to moan with delight as the rosy red head of his cock peeped out from between the creamy upper swells of her tits. The eye of it was wide open, and the head was glistening with his wetness. She stared down at it, smiling, and began to move her torso in the same slow rhythm he was moving his hips.

"Look, Kenny," she said. "Isn't it beautiful. You, your prick, fucking my tits. God, it's gorgeous!"

"Fucking your tits!" he exclaimed. "Oh Jee-zus!"

"Getting your nice wet cum-juice all over them. Making them feel good. Making me feel good."

"Fucking your tits. My prick . . . sliding all over 'em."

"In between them."

"Yeah-h-h-h-h. And right in your big red nipple!"

"Push, darling. Fuck my big old titties. Make 'em feel good."

"You're so soft!"

"And you're so hard. Hold my tits, Kenny darling. Put your hands on them and squeeze them together against your prick, your lovely hard prick."

"Oh-h-h-h-h, Miss Jensen!" he crooned, as his hands went to the sides of her breasts and pushed them together to compress the satiny flesh against his sliding cock.

He was so excited that his eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head. He was shaking all over, knees bent, hips slowly thrusting as he pushed his prick up between the cushiony valley of Joyce's breasts. And with his hands occupied in closing those big breasts to form a pussy, Joyce's hands were free to move on him.

"Nice strong thighs," she said, sliding her hands up his legs. "And good strong butts," she continued, feeling the plumply athletic firmness of the ass that was usually covered with faded blue denim.

"Look at those tits, just look at them," he said. "So fucking big they completely cover up my dick."

His words, lewd and obscene now, thrilled Joyce almost as much as his body did. "Yes, darling. Just look at us together. We're beautiful together. My big tits are just like a second cunt. A third one, if you want to count my mouth. Did you like it when I sucked you off, darling?" she asked, delving with her fingers very close to his asshole now, with movements that made him move faster with his dick between her tits.

"Yeah. God it felt good! Never knew anything could feel so fucking good. Whew!"

"So why didn't you come back for more? Why did I have to coax you so?"

He almost stopped. He got a troubled look on his face and he almost stopped tit-fucking her. A closer tickle to his asshole got him moving again, but it didn't bring forth an answer. And Joyce didn't want to pursue it now, didn't want to scare him off when she'd gotten him this far.

Once again her tits clamed his unknown fears by exciting his lusts. He was sliding his prick all over them again, panting hard. He was mauling them in just the excitedly rough way Joyce wanted, not knowing what he was doing, but doing it very well nevertheless. She was helping him along with the mere presence of her tits, and also with her fingers tickling ever deeper around his asshole.

"You're getting all fidgety, Kenny. What's the matter?" she coyly asked. "Going to cum for me?"

"Oh, jeezus. Oh, Miss Jensen. Quit touching me like that. I don't know if I can stand it!"

"Where? Here?" she asked, and wormed a finger right inside his tight little asshole.

"Yes! No!" he gasped, lunging forward with his cock, jamming it hard against her tits, all wet and slippery from his seminal juices.

"Don't you like that, honey? Don't you like it when I stick my finger up your bum?"

"Miss Jensen! PLEASE! MISS JENSEN!!!" he cried, clutching her shoulders hard with his hands, squealing and humping uncontrollably against her tits with his cock.

She had her finger up his asshole to the second knuckle, and he was on the verge of going wild. He obviously didn't know whether he liked it or not, but he couldn't stop moving on it. She held it perfectly still, and he humped frantically, sliding his sensitive sphincter over her digit, stabbing her tits with his hard cock until she could feel it in her pussy. She let her hand move with the back and forth movements of his hips, and he whined and began rotating them, anything to feel more of the friction from that strange and wonderful presence in his asshole. She let her hand move with the movements of his hips until the friction was all but absent, and then she spoke his name.

"What? What?" he said, twitching his bottom, jerking his hips.

"Did you ever know there was this much excitement, this much fun to be had with a woman?"

"Jeezus-peezus! Never! I never!"

"You want to have more fun, don't you?"

"Yes! Omigod, yes!"

"Do you want me to be your girl? Do you want to do this-and more-all the time with me?"

"Yes! Yes, anything, Miss Jensen. I ... I . . . I . . ."

She took pity on him then and put him out of his sweet misery. Her heart went out to him and she gave him the relief he so badly needed. She gave him his full measure of pleasure, and she took her own as well. And she did it by only wriggling her finger.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGh!" he groaned, as she touched the trigger inside his asshole.

"MISS JENSEN!!!" he cried, as she pressed down and helped send the hot cream gushing.

"KENNY, YES! YES!!!" she called back, as it came shooting out in a fast Jetstream. "GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!! ALL OF ITU!"

In his orgasmic throes, he squeezed her tits together so hard they hurt-and even the hurt was good. He was immobilized by the intensity of his ejaculations. He stood there with his knees bent, clutching tightly at her shoulders for support while his prick pulsed strongly, sending spurt after spurt of white up from the tight fat valley of her compressed tits to strike Joyce at her throat.

Head thrown back, he was uttering a high, keening sound as he came, and Joyce drank in the sight of him as she wriggled her finger in his asshole and felt the cum-juice sliding down her throat to her tits.

"AAHHHHH. AHHHHH. AH-H-H-H-H-H," he moaned, and she felt his balls contracting against her belly, and his prick pulsing strongly between her tits.

"Give me all of it and I'll be your girl," she hissed, and slipped her finger from his asshole as the jets diminished, and clasped him around the hips and hugged them strongly together.

He slumped over her, weak, exhausted. She hugged him, rocked him, aglow with the knowledge that she had him at last. She could please him more than anyone else in the world, and before long, when she'd trained him, he could do the same for her. With this one boy, she didn't need any of the others. And she had her boy secure in her arms.

He took a deep breath then and sighed it out. He pushed feebly at her shoulders and said, "I better go, Miss Jensen."

"What? Darling, we have the rest of the afternoon."

"I gotta do homework," he said, with that tone of misery creeping into his voice again. "I shouldn't be here."

"We'll go to my apartment then. It's all right for a guy to go to his girl's apartment, isn't it?"

"I don't have a girl!" he said, and wrenched away from her. "Kenny! Kenny, listen to me!" she said, but he wouldn't listen at all. He snatched up his clothes while she begged him to stay, ordered him to stay, and he threw on his pants and shirt and was out the door, leaving her alone.

"Damnit!" she said. "I went too far with him again. Next time, though, it'll be different. Next time, when I get through with him he won't be strong enough to get up and go. Well," she said with a shrug, and wiped off the cum from her chest, "at least he left me something to remember him by. His cum," she said, and tasted it and smiled, "and his jockey shorts there on the floor."