Chapter 7
That evening at the apartment, Joyce talked things over with her roommate Billie. And this time she listened carefully to Billie's advice.
Billie said, "Kids his age are funny. They don't know what they want. They have a hard time figuring what's right and wrong. Usually -because of things their parents have told them-they think that if something's a lot of fun, it's automatically wrong. You've got to teach him different, if you want to really get it on with him. You've got to teach him that fucking's fun, for instance and that there's no harm to it. You've got to teach him the same thing about oral sex. He's still almost completely innocent, so you can teach him right. But first you've got to get him over his fears about sex. The only thing you have to be afraid of is getting too fond of him. Remember, he's just a kid. He can't give you any of the lasting things, like money. He can give you a lot of fun, though, and you can sure do the same for him. And speaking of fun, how would you like it if I got that lovely dildo out, Joyce?"
"Thanks, no," said Joyce. "Tonight I'm going to rest and think, and be all ready to educate Kenny tomorrow."
The next day was Friday, the end of the week of school, and Joyce felt she was more than ready for the boy whom she was determined to make into a very special teacher's pet. Her pussy was no longer sore. On the contrary, it was itching for action. Her titties still tingled from the lovely fucking they'd had, and she could still feel a glow in her skin there, caused by the rich juices from her Kenny's erupting prick.
She arranged her hair in dark, flowing waves and she used a small amount of make-up to a very good effect. She put on a light blouse and a heavy skirt, and covered the blouse with a cardigan sweater. She wore no underwear whatsoever. Joyce felt that the feeling of freedom would help get her in the mood for an evening of sexual freedom that night with Kenny. And as the school day wore on, this mood increased.
The other female teachers at Belmont High were all properly bound up in their conservative clothing-or at least Joyce felt they were. She, however, was very scantily dressed. Although she looked the perfect model of the devoted teacher, interested in nothing but academics, underneath her thin layer of clothing she was a free, lusty woman. The tail of the cardigan sweater was long, but under it her plump bottom jiggled and quivered with every step she took around the classroom. The sweater was bulky, but under it her tits squirmed freely against the soft silk of her blouse as she worked problems on the blackboard for her early classes. Seated at her desk, lecturing, she could spread her legs wide, lift her skirt, and touch her naked sex. Every move she made, every step she took was a reminder that she was all woman, and that she was going to satisfy her womanly cravings that night or know the reason why. But the time her seventh period class rolled around, there was a glint in her eye and a glow in her gut that Kenny would have a hard time avoiding.
She was all ready for him. She'd taken her stack of porno pix from under her panties in the top drawer of her dresser the night before and carefully gone through them. She found the one she was looking for in them and she'd torn the picture in two. She'd written a note to go along with it, and now, as Kenny entered her classroom, she took the torn picture and the note out of her purse.
The picture was that of a very beautiful woman. She was a big-busted woman with dark hair, almost as long as Joyce's hair. The half of the picture showed her from the waist up. Her features weren't especially beautiful, but her expression was. She looked as if someone had just handed her a million dollars, as if she'd just been reprieved from a death sentence, or as if she was hearing music piped in straight from heaven. The accompanying note read: Kenny, is this a dirty picture, a sexy picture, or what? Meet me at the parking lot after school to help me decide, or else I'll drop by your house tonight so we can discuss it.
Love, Joyce.
She made her rounds of the class as usual but when she got to the back row of seats, she unbuttoned the three top buttons of her sweater. She held her sweater closed as she talked to two of the pupils in Kenny's row, but she let it fall open when she bent over his shoulder.
He looked sidelong at her, and the lovely boyish blush came on his cheeks from what he could see of the soft swell of her breast.
"Having any trouble with your homework, Kenny?" she murmured.
"N-No. Not much."
"Good. I'm having trouble with mine, though. Perhaps you can help me with it. Here," she said, and laid the torn picture, folded within her note, on his desk. She buttoned her sweater as she proceeded back to her desk. Her pulsing pussy counted the moments until she could have her little boy all to herself.
After class, Joyce watched from her window and at last saw Kenny skulking around the faculty parking lot while the other teachers drove out. She waited, smiling, until it was almost empty, then started down for her tryst with the fifteen-year-old boy. As she got in her car, he was watching her sidelong from the sidewalk near the driveway. She drove right up to him and asked if she could give him a ride home. He got in her car, notebook in his lap, and her pussy licked its lips.
As she drove off, he put the torn picture on the seat between them and nervously said, "She's naked, but I don't think it's dirty. I don't know, though. I live over on Canyon Drive."
"That's a nice neighborhood. We're going to my apartment first, though, to discuss this picture. You should see the other half of it before you make up your mind."
"I've really gotta go home. I should."
"Very well," she said, and drove another block in the direction of her apartment before pulling over to the curb. "It's so warm. Would you mind helping me off with my sweater, Ken?"
"Sure," he said, as she unbuttoned it.
He had to reach around her to do it, and she moved slowly, giving him little help. She smiled at him as he tugged at the garment, and when it came free, he was sitting very close to her.
She fanned her warm bosom with the front of her white silk blouse, managing to open two buttons as she did this. "I shouldn't have worn that sweater today. Even though I didn't wear a brassiere, my breasts are very warm. A little sweaty," she said, reaching inside and fondling one, as her Kenny stared and stared. "Yessss. My titties are very warm. Do you think they're as big as the woman's titties in the picture I showed you, Ken?"
"Bigger," he said, staring, trying to see more.
"Just feel how warm they are. Slip your hand inside my blouse, dear. No one will see. Feel how warm, how big, how sexy. Mmmm. I love your hands on me. Play with me, darling. Feel me up while I drive us to my apartment."
He didn't say another word all the way there. It was only a few blocks, but it seemed like miles to Joyce. When they got there, her titties were far warmer than they'd been before, and they were tingling all over from where he'd put his hands as she drove. His prick was sticking up like a tent pole in his lap, but she didn't even reach for it. Let it burn, she thought, and took his hand out of her blouse and got out of the car.
"Bring that half of the picture," she said, and started up to her apartment. She was halfway to her front door when she heard her car door slam behind her, and his footsteps rapidly approaching her saucily swinging hips. He walked beside her and a step to the rear for the rest of the way to her apartment door.
"Come on in, Kenny," she said, and closed the door behind him. "It's even warmer in here. Would you please get us some Cokes from the refrigerator while I do something about cooling off? Then we can discuss that picture and I'll take you on home."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, and watched her as she threw open the windows in the living room and disappeared into her bedroom.
She quickly undressed and got into the shower, and when she heard him calling her name, she called back, "Yes, Kenny. I'm in here. Just bring mine in and set it on the sink. I'll be right with you."
It was a stall shower, and she knew very well how much he could see of her for she'd often admired Billie's hazy nudity through its frosted glass. She could see him, too. She saw him go to the sink, then hesitate before he started back to the door. When he was almost through it, she said, "Hand it to me, will you?"
She opened the door and thrust her bare arm through it, all pink and round and dripping, with the fingers reaching out. The bottle was put in her hand and she drank, then handed it back to him. Again he started out the door, and now she said, "Kenny? Do me a favor, will you, and wash my back?"
There was a long pause. Even over the rush of the water, she thought she could hear his labored breathing. Just when she felt he was ready to turn and go, Joyce opened the door and handed him soap and a wash cloth, giving him a very brief look at her smile and her bare tits, then turning her back on him.
"Oh, Jeezus-peezus," he muttered, and stepped to the threshold of the shower and began to very gingerly soap her back.
"It's so nice to have a man around to wash my back," she said, undulating her hips and shoulders, writhing under his sliding touch.
"And this nice cool shower water feels so good."
"Yeah," he said, already wet to the elbows, and getting wetter as she inched deeper into the shower stall, arching her back and hunching her shoulders for him.
"That's fine, Kenny. Now I'll rinse," she said, and stepped forward and let the water flow down her back.
She felt certain he'd stay right where he was, gazing raptly at the broad, plump vee of her back, and at her prominently bare bottom with its deep cleft. And she was right. When she turned and leaned back against the farthest wall of the shower, he was standing right there on the threshold, mouth agape, staring at her.
"Would you like to wash my titties, Kenny?" she coyly asked.
He nodded, mute.
She nodded too. "I thought you would. Best take off your clothes for it. Hurry dear. We've got to get you home soon."
His gaze never left her as he stripped naked there in her bathroom. She waited none too patiently, hands folded primly before her pussy, titties tingling under the spray of the water, full lips smiling invitingly.
His dick preceded him into the shower stall. It was up like a rock, bobbing its head yes, as he stepped into the little cubicle and his smiling teacher opened out her arms. Much as she wanted to, she didn't put them around him. She stood there with her arms held out from her sides while he washed and soaped her big jiggling titties. Slowly a smile came to his face too.
"I'll bet you got all warm and sweaty at school today, too. Here. Give me the soap and I'll wash you."
She gently took it from his hand and began touching that body she craved to devour. With the water sluicing all over him, she washed him all over-under his arms, on his chest, his back, on and between his plump buttocks, up and down his legs as she knelt on the floor of the shower, and briefly but thoroughly around his stiff prick and his adorable balls. Just as expected, she had him in a daze, glassy-eyed and panting, when she at last turned off the water.
He couldn't keep his eyes from her as they dried off in the bathroom. She gave him plenty of looks at her breasts while this went on, but for the most part, she kept her pussy covered with the towel. Her tits turned him on, kept him with her, but as yet he hadn't developed a real craving for pussy.
She took off her shower cap and turned her back on him, leaned her furry pussy against the sink while she quickly ran a brush through her hair. He watched the reflection of her jiggling breasts in the mirror, and she could feel his hunger for them growing.
"There. Do I look pretty enough for you now? Come. Let's go into the bedroom and have a look at those pictures and decide what's clean and what's dirty. I feel so clean that nothing could be dirty right now. Just lie down on the bed. Be comfortable while I show you what I've got."
She got the pictures and laid down beside him. His prick was still up wonderfully hard, and it took a great effort on Joyce's part to keep from taking it in her hand. As it was, she just nudged it now and then with her knee as she showed him the pictures that horny old Morris had given her, and that now should work to her very good advantage.
She had him goggle-eyed and panting as she went through them, one by one. She didn't say a word as she laid each one down on the bed before his eyes. He didn't speak either, but he winced visibly each time a particularly lewd photo was placed before his eyes. He laid on his side while she showed him her smutty little collection. His right hand was on his hip, twitching constantly, itching to grab his throbbing dick and give it a good, fast massage. At last, on the bottom of the pile, she came to the other half of the picture she'd torn in two. She fitted the two halves together, and he winced more than before.
"Now you see why she's smiling so beautifully," she said. "That boy is going down on her, Kenny. He's eating her box. Now is the picture still beautiful, or is it dirty?"
"I ... I...."
"She's just as beautiful as before, isn't she? And the boy looks as if he's certainly enjoying himself. It's just something people do with each other, Kenny. It looks as clean to me as I feel right now," she said, gliding her hand over her body, softly cupping her warm, furry crotch.
"Remember when you kissed me like that, Kenny?"
He nodded his head, still staring at the picture.
"I certainly remember it," she said, and slowly and sinuously turned around on the bed. She lay on her side, facing him, partially curled up. She lay with her head propped up on her hand, right in front of his prick. Before his face was the deep Y of her closed crotch, with its mysteriously dark fur vanishing down into the juncture of her loins. Hand moving on his thigh, he looked nervously at her crotch. She blew her warm breath against the plumlike head of his dick, and she laughed when it jerked.
"My," she said. "Your prick is certainly sensitive today."
"I can't help it," he murmured, squirming about on the bed under her loving gaze. "Those pictures . . . and you. I feel so funny, Miss Jensen."
"Would you feel better if I sucked you off, Kenny?"
"That's not nice. Is it, Miss Jensen?"
"It feels nice, doesn't it? Then it must be nice. Why don't you call me Joyce when we're alone," she said, smoothing her hand back and forth on the coverlet, just under his slowly oozing prick. "And why don't you let me suck you off, Kenny? Wouldn't it feel nice to have my warm mouth on your pretty dick ? Wouldn't it feel nice to cum, darling?"
"Yeah, but...."
"I'd let you suck me off if you'd let me suck you. We could both do it together. You've heard of sixty-nine, haven't you?"
"I don't think that's supposed to be nice, either."
She laughed and tousled his hair. "My you really do have some strange notions about sex and things, Kenny. I think you have an idea of how much I enjoy sucking your prick, Kenny. And kissing pussy is just as enjoyable to the normal male. A woman's pussy is a pretty thing, a lovely part of her. It looks nice to a man, it's all warm and moist, and it tastes divine."
"Have you ever tasted it, Miss Jensen?"
"I must admit I've tried to kiss myself there, but my back just isn't supple enough for me to reach it. Have you ever tried to suck yourself off, Kenny? Tell me the truth now. No secrets from teacher. Here. Relax, darling. Get comfortable. You don't have to leave quite yet. Here, put your cheek on my knee and be comfortable while we talk."
She moved her uppermost leg back and shifted her lower leg forward, and with some trepidation he laid his warm cheek on her thigh just above her knee. Her movements had brought her even closer to his prick, and between the proximity of that and the increasing nearness of his boyish face to her twat, it was all Joyce could do to keep up her pretense of calmness.
"Have you ever tried to suck yourself off, Kenny? I've tasted my pussy," she confessed, and slid her fingers down into that deep, warm Y. Her naked body gave a spasmodic little twitch as she got her fingers inside her creamy wet slit, but Kenny didn't notice that. He was seeing only her crotch and her fingers as she drew them out, and his gaze followed her fingers as she raised them to her smiling lips and touched them with her tongue.
"I taste pleasant to me, but I'm supposed to taste just divine to a man. What do you think, Kenny?" she said, and brought her sweetly sticky fingers to his face, wafted them under his nose, brushed them against his trembling lips, and slipped them inside his mouth.
His eyes closed and he sucked on them, squirming closer, clutching at her leg with both hands. "Divine, or just pleasant?" she said as she withdrew her fingers.
"Divine," he breathed, and she slipped her fingers into her slit again.
She parted her thighs a bit for her fingers this time. She wanted her smell to help lure him closer, and she felt he was about ready for the sight of her pussy as a prelude to when he'd be licking it, kissing it, making her cum as she'd made him cum.
"Now that I've confessed to you, will you confess to me? Have you tried to give yourself a blow job, Kenny?"
He nodded, moving his head still closer to where his gaze was riveted. "Couldn't reach it. Not even with my tongue. But I sure tried a lot."
"Nothing wrong with that," she said, stroking his face and lips with her pussy-wet fingers. "And what did you do with my panties that I gave you? Did you sleep with them under your pillow?"
He shifted nervously and said, "I threw 'em away."
"Tsk. I slept with your shorts under my pillow last night, and I had the most marvelous dreams about you. About us together. Sucking and fucking, kissing and playing, it was just wonderful. I'm sorry you threw mine away, but I have more, lots more, if you want a pair. And you never slept with them under your pillow at all?"
"Well ... the first night I did. Jeez! I couldn't sleep at all! I must have done it to myself six times!"
"Played with this?" she said, and placed the tip of her trembling finger on the wet eye of his prick.
"Yeah-h-h-h-h," he murmured. "Yeah-h-h-h-h-h."
She licked her finger, and she asked, "And where did you throw away my panties? Not someplace where your father could find them, I hope."
"I threw 'em in the trash ... at first. And then," he said with a shy grin, "I got 'em out again and hid 'em under my own mattress.
I make my own bed, so my pop'll never find 'em."
"Any nice dreams since then? Any dirty ones? Tell me the truth now," she said, hanging on his every word, certain he could hear the pounding of her heart.
"Yeah," he said with a grin. "I had me some real dirty ones. Fucking, sucking, all sorts of crazy things. All with you, Miss Jensen, all with you."
"And you liked those dirty dreams?" she asked, moving closer to his prick to blow her breath on it. "Did we have a good time together?" she purred, opening her legs to give him still more of her scent.
"Miss Jensen, we had a ball!"
"Darling! You darling! And do you want to have a real ball now? Starting with sixty-nine?"
"I sure do," he said, in a man's voice, reaching out for her hips even as she started to open her legs for him.
"Eat it, suck it, kiss it!" she hissed, waggling her hips as she settled her radiantly hot cunt down on his face, and taking his cock in hand to lead it to her mouth.
His arms went round her hips and he started kissing her hotly. She had him so worked up with her teasing preliminaries that he was completely uninhibited about putting his mouth on her twat now that it was finally given to him. He pressed kiss after hot kiss against her there, and each one sent an orgasmic spasm through Joyce that had her lush body jerking and squirming over his, even before she had his cock fully within her sucking lips. She'd only felt his young lips there once before, and then for only a moment. She'd lived with the memory of that, but now she had the real thing again- multiplied a thousand times.
She was fully on top of him, in the classic position for sixty-nine. Her weight was all on her widely parted knees and on her tits. Her tits were mashed against his belly and her knees were just far enough apart so that her open cunt was there in range of his tongue without her smothering him with her hairy cunt. His little hands pulled her buttocks apart as he pelted her twat with his feverish young kisses. Every time he kissed her she felt the sweet stab of another mini-orgasm, and when one of his kisses smacked hard against her clit, she almost threw back her head and screamed with the intensity of the pleasure she felt from it.
That, however, would have meant giving up her oral hold on his cock, his sweet young cock. She had hold of it with her mouth, her tongue, her cheeks, and she had hold of its base with her hand, too. She was giving him the blow-job of her life.
All the times with Morris, those few times with Robbie, they'd only been chaste little kisses compared to this full-blown cocksucking she was performing for Kenny. She wasn't doing any teasing now. She wasn't holding anything back at all. She was sucking him off just as fast and as thoroughly as she could, and jerking him off at the same time. They were together in this, all the way, and with orgasm after orgasm crashing through her, she had to have him share in that supreme feeling just as quickly as she could.
"Mmph! MMPH!" he said, but he didn't have to say a word to announce the arrival of his orgasm.
Joyce could smell it, and she could feel it in the contraction of his balls, in the sudden throbbing of his cock.
YES! YES! ALL THE WAY WITH ME! CUM WITH ME!!!, she shouted in her brain, and all the little orgasms she'd felt were recalled and rolled up into one as the good cream shot up into her mouth!
"MMPH M-M-M-M-M-M-MPH!!!"
YES! YES!!!
They communicated through grunts and telepathy as they rolled about on the bed, cumming, cumming. Thirty-four-year-old schoolteacher and fifteen-year-old schoolboy felt exactly the same things as they wallowed in giddy delight in each other's arms, exploding with inner pleasure, straining together, mouths glued to each other's sex. Each new spurt of his hot jism brought Joyce to another sweet orgasm, and these were fitted quite well into the others that were being brought on by each of his frantic kisses.
Joyce felt as if the orgasms would never stop. She thought she might go very happily insane, driven there by the marvelous explosions in her twat, and by the gushes of boyish nectar flooding her mouth and her senses. On and on her orgasms went to a point where they were wonderfully frightening, and then a great feeling of peaceful exhilaration came over her as she felt the first strength of his spurting begin to ebb.
Everything would be all right. Everything would go as smoothly with them in the future as his semen, so smoothly flowing over her tongue and down her throat. She nursed on his dick, gently milked it with her hand, while her cunt sighed and relaxed under the last of his thrillingly abandoned cunt-kisses.
At last, when she'd drained him of every drop of cum, and when her twat was all warmly atingle and ready for rest, she rolled away from his slackening arms. "Jeezus-peezus," she said. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my whole life!"
He began to giggle, and he said, "I know what you mean, Joyce. Wow! I've just been fooling around with sex up till now. When can we do it again?!?"
"Angel! You adorable angel!" she exclaimed, and turned quickly around on the bed to kiss his dear face and laugh with him. "I knew from the start you were going to be a little heller in bed. Kenny-baby, we can suck each other off any time you want to, all the time, forever. God, are we going to have a ball together! With your energy, and with what I know about sex, we're going to suck each other's brains out and fuck each others' ears off! Oooo!" she said, hugging him strongly. "Kenny, I just love you!!!"
"You do?" he said, with wonder in his eyes. "I love you so much I could eat you up. Is that enough?"
"But ... but you said. . . ."
"What did I say?" she asked, covering his face with kisses, at last feeling his gloriously naked body fully against hers. "What did I say, Kenny darling?"
"You said we shouldn't fall in love. That I shouldn't love you."
"There's love and there's love. You can- and did-love me just now, but that doesn't mean you're in love with me."
"Are you in love with me, Joyce?"
"I can't honestly say I am. And I sure can't honestly say I'm not. All I know for sure is that I'm awfully happy right now. And I will be every time we're together. If that's love, I'm in love with you."
"So it's okay if I'm in love with you in the same way?" he asked, grinning in a charming way, and squirming against her in an even more charming fashion.
"Anything goes with us, luv. Sex, fun, love, kissing, sucking, fucking, going si. . . ."
"Fucking too?" he interrupted.
"By all means fucking!"
"When, Joyce? When can we fuck?"
"Just the minute you're ready, Kenny. That's all. Just the first minute you're . . . What have we here?" she said, as with her wriggling belly she felt a considerably amount of life stirring in his pecker.
"I'm gettin' a stiffie," he boastfully said. "Just like I do in class."
"And just like you do when you see a pretty girl walking down the hall," she said, helping it along with her hand.
"No, you're the only one, Joyce!"
"Now, Kenny," she said, coaxing the truth out of him with her very adroit fingers. " 'Fess up. I'm not the only girl who turns you on. I couldn't be. You're a normal boy. You can't help but want to get it on with every good-looking girl you see. Right?"
"Well . . . but not as much as I want to get it on with you!" he said, hugging her hard, wriggling against her very warmly, and very stiffly.
"That's sweet of you, darling, and I appreciate it. It makes me feel good," she said, and demonstrated with some very sensuous wriggling of her own. "But even if we are in love, I don't want to own you. I can't go out to school dances with you or go with you to where the other kids hang out, but I still want you to go to those places. I want to be your girl here, in private, but I expect you to have other girls too. As long as you tell me about them."
"Really, Joyce?"
"Really, Kenny. You're just at the right age to swing out and really have some good times for yourself. I'll show you all there is to know about sex, and we'll have some marvelous times together. And I'd be disappointed in you as a man if you didn't take what you've learned and teach it to other girls, and have yourself a marvelous time at that."
"And then tell you about it?"
"Certainly! Don't be ashamed of the sex you have with others. Look at these people in the pictures. They're having a ball in every one of them, and they like it so much they're sharing their good times with others through the wonderful medium of the camera.
"See here? This girl is sucking one man's cock while she's taking another one in her pretty little pussy. You can tell by her expression she's having a ball, and you can tell by the fact that we've got her picture that she's proud of it. She might be in love with one of these two guys in the picture with her, but she's sure loving what the other one is giving her.
"And here. The same goes for the boy in this picture. He's licking one girl's twat, fucking another one, and feeling the tits of still a third girl. I'd say he's in love with the one he's feeling up. Or at least, judging from the expression on her face, she's in love with him."
He looked at the first picture again and said, "I don't know if I could do it to you when you were sucking some other guy off."
"Darling, of course you could! As long as your pecker's up-like it is now-you could fuck me."
"Gee, I don't even know how yet."
"Poor baby. Poor, poor Kenny. I feel so sorry for your having a teacher who loves you but doesn't even teach you anything. Let me give your dickie a kiss for luck, and then I'll teach you a thing or two about fucking."
One kiss on the end of his hard dick, and Joyce's cuntlips opened up like the petals of a tulip at dawn. It was a gorgeous prick he had, and she couldn't wait to get it in her.