Chapter 7
Jo was becoming adjusted to her new job and her new surroundings. She was comfortably settled in the small office and was now assigned a fresh clean cottage all to herself instead of having to share one with Jenny. In her office she had her desk and bookshelves but, and this was a surprise, behind the desk was a smaller private room and a restroom all of her own.
The day before she had unpacked her books and other personal belongings. The books were now arranged on the shelves behind her desk. There were other books there, all of which had interesting titles. Most of them pertained to matters of psychology. Some of them she had read and she now resolved to read the others. She thought it would be interesting to read cases similar to her own-her passion for young boys.
Today she was excited because she would begin her interviews with her problem students. She studied the list of names. The first three were twelve-year-olds who hadn't written to their parents, and the parents wanted to know why. At eleven o'clock an appointment was set up with a fifteen-year-old named Carl Billings who, of all things, had complained of being homesick.
The twelve-year-olds came in one at a time, looking guilty and acting shy. Jo smiled at each one and talked to them gently. Captivated by her personality, they all agreed to write their parents that night and report on the next day with the letters they had written.
At eleven o'clock, Carl Billings entered. He was big for his age, tall, slim, dark-haired and rather handsome. Jo arranged her skirt primly, which meant that she was able to pull the mini halfway down her thigh. She smiled.
"Sit on the divan," she said, nodding toward the sofa that was opposite her desk.
He sat and watched her silently.
"I can't believe that a big boy like you would become homesick."
"I can't believe it either, Miss Daniels. But I am. I want to go home."
She studied his chart a moment, noting that he would be sixteen in less than a month.
"Carl," she said, looking up, "I can't believe that it's just your home and your parents that you miss. There must be something else."
His lips began to tremble. "My parents are seldom at home. They travel a lot. They pack me off to this school and then forget me."
"What a shame. Then it must be something or someone else."
He bowed his head and his shoulders shook. Feeling suddenly sorry for the boy, Jo got up, sat beside him on the divan, and slipped an arm about his shoulder.
"Tell me about it, Carl. I'm your friend. I want to help you."
He didn't place his head on her shoulder as she expected. He placed it on her full tits. And his hand inadvertently fell on her knee. She stiffened, sitting up straight.
"Now just what is this?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Daniels, but you remind me so much of Debbie."
"Who's Debbie?"
"She's the girl I'm homesick for."
"I see. Are you in love with her?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am."
"You poor kid. Have you had sexual relations with her, with this Debbie?" "Ma'am?"
"Have you fucked her?"
Carl's eyes lighted up. "Oh, yes, ma'am. Many times. That's why I'm homesick for Debbie."
Jo's pulse had quickened. So had her breathing. Her tits were rising and falling. "How old is Debbie?"
"Fourteen."
"Describe one of the times you've fucked her."
"Ma'am?"
"Every detail. It's something I should know before turning in my .report."
"You don't mean you're going to tell anybody?"
"Every detail will be in confidence. Now, please tell me about one of the times you fucked Debbie."
Carl gulped. "Well, I fucked her twice a week, every week. I had my own car and she could only stay out late on the weekends."
"Tell me about one of those nights." Jo's blood was running warm.
"Well, they were all the same. As soon as Debbie got into the car she'd take off her panties so I could see her cunt."
"Did you touch her cunt?"
"Oh, yes. I always played with it the minute we got out on the road."
"And what did she do?"
"She'd take out my cock and jack me off."
Jo's eyes flew open. "Jacked you off! Even though she knew you were going to be screwing her within a few minutes?"
"That's why she jacked me off. I was always so hot that I'd come almost as soon as I got my prick inside of her. If she made me come first she knew I'd have to fuck her longer."
"Smart girl. Very well. Good. Did you have a special place where you parked?"
"Yes, ma'am. It was in the woods along an old cart road."
"And I suppose you both got into the back seat."
"Yes. We were both so horny we could hardly wait. We began fucking at once."
"Did you both come at the same time?"
"We tried to. Sometimes we'd miss. One of us would come first, but whoever did always helped the other to have an orgasm."
"How many times did you screw during an evening?"
"Always twice. Once in a while three times. We both had to be home by eleven o'clock."
Jo's bosom was heaving. Carl had gradually run his hand farther up her thigh, and she made no effort to stop him. Now he thrust his hand quickly up under her skirt and felt her ass.
"Oh, Miss Daniels, would you let me fuck you?"
Jo gasped, pretending shock. "Why, the very idea of suggesting such a thing!"
"Please!" he begged. "If you'd just let me fuck you once it would help me so much. You have such beautiful legs." His fingers were probing at the edge of her panties, trying to get at her twat.
"But I'm so much older than you."
"I'll be sixteen in less than a month. I'm grown up, Miss Daniels. I really am."
Jo dropped her eyes to his crotch. There was a sizeable bulge there.
"Very well," she said. "Take out your cock and show me just how grown up you are."
Fumbling in his haste, Carl unzipped himself and pulled out his dong. Jo could not restrain a slight gasp. He was grown up all right. Fully grown. Her loins were already beginning to ache with lust.
"Go over and lock the door," she said. "Then come back here."
Carl grinned and leaped to his feet. The moment he was gone, Jo flicked off her panties. This was too good to be true. This young boy had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. He was as big as, if not bigger than, she remembered Mario's being.
When he came back from locking the door, Jo ordered, "Take off your pants and shorts and lie down on the divan on your back."
Carl did as he was ordered. Jo lifted her skirt and, giving him a good look at her pussy, straddled him. She eased herself down onto him, slowly letting her cunt absorb the head of his big cock.
Instantly he began a series of wild, upthrusting jabs. Jo immediately lifted herself off of him. She reached down and seized his hips in a firm grasp.
"Whoa, boy! Take it easy! I'm not your Debbie."
She waited until he had quieted, until he looked up at her with tortured eyes. "Now, if you want me to screw you you'll have to do exactly as I say."
He nodded desperately. "I-I'll do anything," he gasped.
"I'm going to hold onto your hips. If you move them so much as an inch before I tell you to, the party's over. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, Miss Daniels."
Jo grinned softly and again lowered her twat, reached up under her skirt, and guided the head of his cock up the hole. She immediately returned her hand to his hip and held it solidly.
Jo began to glide up and down the shaft of his big prick, slowly at first, each glide a little faster than the one preceding. He had flinched at the first contact of her cunt, but fie didn't move his hips. She watched his face twist and turn in a tortured effort to obey her orders. She didn't feel sorry for him. This young man had to learn sometime and now was as good as any for him to learn.
Momentarily, Jo removed one hand from the boy's hip and lifted her skirt so that he could watch the action. Now she unbuttoned the top of her dress, took out one of her tits, and leaned forward. "Suck my tit," she said.
He devoured it, licked it, sucked out the nipples. Jo went weak. She felt the ripples of pleasure races across her back and the aching in her stomach. "That's enough now. That's enough." She straightened up but left the tit out. Her breathing was hard and her gliding strokes were faster now. She felt the beginning of her orgasm. She leaned forward again, removing her hands from his hips.
"All right," she hissed in his ear, "you can begin fucking me now. Give it all you can, Carl. Really drive your cock up into me. Give my cunt all you can. Wow! Move it!"
Carl grabbed her ass with both hands, arched his hips, and really drove his prick home. He was gasping, breathing wildly. She knew he had started to come. She was enjoying his wild antics.
She started to peak and lost all control. Her mouth flew open and she began to drool a little. Now whimpering, she ground her cunt down onto his cock.
She felt him explode inside her. "Shoot it into me, Carl! Give it all to me! Ohhhnnn! It feels sooooooooooo goooood!"
He didn't want her to get off after their orgasms were complete. He circled her ass with both his arms.
"Don't go!" he begged. "Don't!"
"Now stop that!" Jo said sternly. "You got what you wanted. Now, fix yourself up and get out of my office." She forced herself away from him and stood up. For a moment she stood looking down at him. He hadn't moved. "If you breathe one word of this to a soul, I'll have you arrested for rape." She picked up her panties. "I'm going into the bathroom. When I get back, I want to find you gone."
"But, Miss Daniels. I'm still horny. I need to fuck you again."
"Once is enough for now. I have other things to do."
"Just one more piece, please?" he begged.
"No! Now get out of here. I must get ready for another lecture."
"But I like to fuck. Heck I can fuck all night."
Jo looked down at him. Maybe he could hold up to it all night long. Young boys had plenty of stamina and this one had a cock to match. Perhaps, she decided, she might take him up on it some night. Smiling a bit, she said, "Perhaps later. Now get out of here."
She turned and left him there. Carrying her panties, she went into the bathroom and locked the door. She had left a douche in the medicine cabinet the day before, and now she slipped her panties back on, pulling them up over her shapely legs, then buttoned her dress. After touching up her hair she put on makeup. When she was satisfied that she once again looked as though, she were in control of the situation, she returned to her office. Carl had gone and she was glad. If he had not she decided that she might have invited him over to her cottage that same night.
Jo sat down at her desk and smiled. He was a good screw, that boy. Young and eager, and she really felt that he needed what she'd given him.
It was dangerous though, she reflected. What if they'd been caught? She decided that there would be no more fucking in her office.