Chapter 8

Joyce wore a red housecoat as she let young Jeff inside her apartment.

Even though she was attempting to calm herself at this point, she knew down deep just why she had invited the young man. Every time she stole a glance at that hard cock of his, she became that much more curious.

"I'm ready to correct those papers now," Jeff laughed, sprawling out on the living room sofa.

"You really are sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"I'm sure about one thing. You're hot for me.

You want that hard dick of mine. You don't have to apologize for that. Lots of gals want it."

"Keep your dirty talk to yourself."

"You know, the mother of this chick I go to school with wants me to ball her. I've been balling her daughter for two years now, taking her out till late hours, going to pot parties with her. The old lady called me over and talked to me. I figured she was going to raise hell. Instead, what does she do? She drops her bra and tells me to play with her tits. After I played with her tits and sucked them for a while, she told me I could go further. You should have seen the speed record I broke tearing off her panties. I really slipped it to her cunt."

"Isn't that fascinating. I bet you're really proud of yourself."

"I'm proud of myself any time I score with a good piece of ass, which this gal was. She was a helluva lot better than her daughter, surprising enough. She wasn't as good looking, but she sure knew the score a lot more when it came to balling."

As Joyce sat there in the chair, she couldn't help but be fascinated by his sex conversation.

There was something about Jeff that excited her more than even Eddie had. With Eddie, everything had been so obvious. He gave the impression of the guy who had been balling with everybody. At one time she had been impressed with the fact that he had wanted to ball with her more than others, but after a while the whole idea of fucking with him began to wear thin.

But this young man, despite the fact that he'd been around, still had an unsullied look about him. He gave the impression of being a reckless young stallion who was ready to be released from the corral.

Jeff was shrewd enough to know that his talk was getting through to Joyce. He also figured that it was more than a coincidence that she was wearing a housecoat and, from what he could gather, had on nothing underneath it besides her panties and bra.

He reached down with his right hand, swiftly unzipping his fly. He pulled out his rock hard peter, looking at her and smiling.

"Take a look at this delicious prick," he said. "I know what you want to do. You want to suck on it."

"What makes you so sure?" Joyce gave herself away by smiling.

"I knew damned well you didn't want me over here to correct papers," he laughed. "If you wanted me to do that, we could have taken care of that in school. Besides, I can tell by the way a gal looks at my crotch if she wants me or not. You want me. You want my prick right now. I know you do."

As Joyce continued to sit on the chair, becoming alive in the process, Jeff jumped up from the sofa and quickly removed his clothes.

As he slipped out of his shorts, she was overwhelmed with excitement.

"I want you, darling, I want your pussy. I want to plunge my prick into you. I want to make love to you," Jeff said.

He walked over and threw his arms around his beautiful teacher, allowing his lips to plunge devastatingly against hers. The lips remained frozen against one another for several seconds, after which Jeff withdrew them from hers.

Jeff then threw his arms around Joyce, letting his arms lock securely around her as he flipped his tongue inside her mouth.

The tongue darted with devastating zeal against her tongue as they matched swift strokes.

As Jeff released his tongue from Joyce's mouth, he reached back and undid the buttons which held together her housecoat.

With one resolute tug, he removed it. Just as he had anticipated, Joyce was wearing nothing more than her panties and bra beneath it.

This time she had on some yellow lace panties and a matching yellow bra which Eddie had bought for her a few months earlier.

"Hey, that's really sexy," Jeff laughed.

Jeff reached out and fastened his arms around her once more. He pulled her up from the chair, then lowered her body along with his downward toward the rug.

The rug served his purpose beautifully, since it was good and soft. His dancing fingers made their way fervently over her bra strap. He undid it, tossing the bra into the distance.

"I've wanted to see these naked tits for so long," he gasped. "They're so damned beautiful. Oh, I've got to suck them right now."

Immediately his tongue went to work, darting with profound effectiveness as it found its way over her left breast then over her right. He would flip the tongue sideways, then would circulate it up and down, causing his movements to vary perpetually, putting Joyce in a state of great ecstasy.

"That tongue of yours is superb," she exclaimed, her body twisting with every movement that he would put forward with his rapid-fire tongue. "I can't believe how good you are, baby. You're so much better than my fianc‚ was."

Once he finished with the tongue action on her tits, he reached down and clasped his fingers around her panties. He tugged earnestly, letting the yellow panties slide down her smooth, trim legs.

He felt his cock harden and become more nervous in anticipation as he tugged, knowing that soon he would be seeing her cunt.

As he removed the panties, he looked down at her pussy, devoid of any pubic hairs.

"That's really something," he sighed. "A shaved box. That shows you're used to having guys go down there and suck it."

"My fianc‚ did that last night," she said with a tone of sarcasm.

"I hope that guy isn't cutting into your action too much," Jeff shook his head, "because I sure would like to screw you regularly."

"He isn't. We broke up last night."

"After he shaved your box?"

"A little while after. One orgy later, to be precise."

"I hate to say this, but I'm damned glad. Now I'll have more opportunity to fuck with you, I'll just bet."

"Maybe so. I'll bet that cock of yours is up to it."

"Is it ever, sweetheart. Just look at the size of that thing."

Joyce looked at Jeff's cock. She reached out with her right hand, grabbing the foreskin and manipulating her fingers around it.

"You're on your way," he sighed. "Just keep playing with that. I want you to suck it, baby. I really want you to go down on that tool."

She worked her fingers around the foreskin of his cock, concentrating on just the tip for the first few brisk strokes. She then accelerated her movements and began working her fingers up and down the base of his entire organ. As she did so, he grinned and enjoyed every hot stroke.

"I've got to throat fuck you, darling. I've got to control the action," he exclaimed.

The term throat fucking was a completely new one for Joyce, as she was only under exceptional conditions used to sucking Eddie's cock. He had never gotten around to asking for anything as complicated as throat fucking.

She felt the need to explore with this young man and even though she thought of a throat fuck as something crude, she would be willing to do it with him.

"But first I want to suck your snatch," he said. "I'm just too turned on with this hot box of yours. I like the fact that it doesn't have any hair on it. It's so damned sexy. My tongue can hardly wait to go to work on it. I've got to suck that snatch, baby, I'm going to suck it good."

"Go down on me, baby! Go down on my pussy!" she encouraged him, spreading her legs.

Jeff immediately laid his tongue on her hot thigh, letting it slip and slide back and forth, then up and down as the tempo accelerated.

He left a trail of saliva on her legs, then let his tongue burrow into her flesh.

He nibbled with his teeth, supplying her with scores of sensual thrills. As he sucked and nibbled on her thighs, she felt the waves of sensation multiplying in her snatch.

Jeff finished with one leg, then went on to the other, sucking and nibbling all the way, providing Joyce with the ultimate in thrills.

Her body was twisting under the steady impetus of his tongue and teeth. He liked the way her hips and ass-cheeks were moving, and the longer his eyes fastened on her buttocks, the more aroused that Jeff became.

He finally reached out and clutched her ass-cheeks, feeling the soft yet firm flesh, enjoying the stimulating movements his fingers put to bear against her skin.

"Clutch me, baby. Hold me, possess me," Joyce exclaimed. "You're so sexy, baby. You know just what I want. You're going to go down on that slit of mine. You're going to suck my snatch. I know you are. You're going to make me shoot. It's not going to take much to get that juice to spill out of my cunt, baby. It's all there, sweetheart. It's all stored up. All my cunt juice. You can go after it, darling. You can go after it now. I want you, baby. I want you to suck me."

As Jeff's rapid-fire fingers continued to make their way fervently over her ass-cheeks, he glided his tongue into the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous white breasts.

In up and down fashion he guided his tongue, working it feverishly, causing her body to tremble all the more with exhilarating passion.

She could hardly take what this young man was doling out to her in the way of womanly pleasures. He was far more uninhibited than Eddie, she thought, and there was something about his manner that made him far more sexy.

Whereas she got the feeling Eddie was somewhat washed-out, this man possessed a freshness as well as a sexiness that brought her to the very limits of sexual endurance.

Her body flipped back and forth on the rug as his tongue continued working up and down her flaming breasts. His fingers indented themselves with ever deepening desire against her ass-cheeks, and he pinched fervently while the spirited sucking continued.

As Jeff released his tongue from the shadowy valley between her breasts, he leaned forward and permitted it to enter inside her mouth again.

This time he exchanged a long, passionate French kiss with her that seemed to embody eternity. As their tongues swirled against each other with overpowering passion, Joyce felt dampness forming in her twat. The white heat of sexual exhilaration was overpowering her with every movement that Jeff supplied.

Jeff suddenly removed his tongue from her mouth.

"I'll devote my attention to your cunt now," he smiled.

"See that you take good care of my mound."

"I want to finger it first."

"Just make sure you don't finger it for very long," she warned, "as I'm going to be gushing shortly, baby."

"I'll remember that."

Her handsome young student reached down between her legs, allowing the fingertips of his right hand to move ever so smoothly and slowly against her vaginal walls.

"I like the dampness in your love pit," he grinned. "That's a very good sign. It means that I've been getting through."

"You've been exciting me with those movements, baby, particularly when you slipped that tongue between my breasts."

"Lots of guys never think of that." He grinned, manipulating his fingers with ever greater rapidity within her snatch. "All they can think of is sucking those tits. But I realize there's another way to go about it. It's terrific to operate that tongue in that valley right between them."