Chapter 5
At first Kay Woodruff was astounded by Jeff's odd behavior, but then she was relieved. Whatever was wrong it looked as though it was going to work to her advantage, he was going to stay away. She had hoped he would find a girl or some other interests during the summer and forget about her. She had never been so careless before as to let her little escapades turn into almost a love affair! No, she would not see him again. It was true that there was no one in her class this year that appealed to her as much as Jeff Connor had at first with his blond hair and great gray eyes. Automatically she glanced up at the heads bowed industriously over their work. She noticed that Ray Perkins was again staring at her. After a second or so, he looked down. He was never going to finish his detention assignment if he didn't keep working! She would be here waiting for him all night!
Not that she had anything better to do with her evening. If she were home, she would be doing the same things she was doing now, correcting papers and working on her lesson plans. Well, she was not going to do anything else, either! Somehow she had to figure out how to control this perverted desire she had for boy-cock. After spending almost two months with just Jeff last year, one boy! she thought that she was changing. Her feelings with him had been different. At times she had even found herself giving up sucking cock in favor of the stirrings of a new desire to let him have whatever he wanted. If she could only develop that kind of desire, that kind of relationship with a grown man! But she doubted that she ever could. Toward the end, as Jeff became older and more experienced and more in touch with exactly what he did want for himself, her sexual interest had begun to wane. Surely at the end, she felt more confusion than anything else which was hardly the way it was at the beginning!
God, she remembered the first time he had put his hands on her tits! Shivers of sensual delight had run through Kay's vibrant body as her little pupil dragged his tongue over her excited nipple like a live wire. The beautiful teacher had pulled his face deeper into the warm spongy flesh of her tit. She took as much of his sucking of her left tit as she could stand and then she pulled the nipple, wet and inflamed from his mouth and gave him her right tit. Immediately he began to pull and suck ravenously on her nipple, pressing his nose and chin deep into her warm flesh once more. Then his hand found the tit he had just left and began playing finger games with the turgid nipple. Kay closed her eyes and her breathing deepened. The boy's hand on one sensitive tit, his mouth on the other were going to drive her out of her mind! Her tits felt enormous, hot and tight-skinned and tingling as if ready to burst. If he didn't stop. She was going to have an orgasm before she was ready!
"Why don't you lie back, Jeff darling, and close your big gray eyes," she breathed heavily, her hands already fumbling with his zipper. "Did anyone ever tell you about those gorgeous eyes of yours?"
"Gee, Miss Woodruff. I didn't think they were anywhere near as pretty as yours," he had mumbled, his eyes obediently closed.
"Thank you, sweetheart," she had said warmly. "Now keep your eyes closed no matter what I do, understand? Are you pretty good with the will power? If you say you won't peek, does that mean you won't?"
"I won't, believe me, Miss Woodruff," he said stoutly and she was sure he meant it. "I wouldn't peek for the whole world!" he panted as he lay his head back on the couch cushions, stretching out his legs.
Kay could feel the tenseness of her young pupil's virgin body as she finally managed to unzip his fly. She was not exactly calm herself. He had caught on extra fast to the tit sucking, a little too fast for her taste. There was something about Jeff that was boy and not so boy. She couldn't put her finger on the exact characteristic. He was gentle and giving as she had seen in class, but he was not reticent, surely, about a new experience. Kay's nostrils flared and her breathing deepened as she probed through the opening of his corduroy pants and then his white jockey shorts with a shaking hand to wrap her long cool fingers knowledgeably around his boiling hot cock.
The incredulous nine year old squirmed and moaned pleasurably as she slowly coaxed his rigid cock out of his trousers. Already his shorts were saturated with his eager seminal secretions and adhered to his young bloated cock like cotton candy as she maneuvered his slender cum-filled rod of flesh. Finally the eager teacher managed to steer it to his open fly, and it sprang out like a flesh-colored arrow that a master archer flicks from his quiver onto his bow in the batting of an eye. She lifted her hand and stared down at the sweet morsel of hardening boy-cock with keen delight. Now for a moment she studied and admired it like a gourmet before an exquisite feast eats with his eyes first. The half naked teacher could not help but feel wickedly excited once again as she continued to stare down at the boyish cock standing up stiff and straight out of his open fly, pulsing as if with a heartbeat all of its own, and perhaps it did, she fantasized. She admired the glans, still sheathed, peeking out redly and shyly from the wrinkled collar of his foreskin, making it just as intriguing and exciting as if it had been twice the size...three times the size. Oh God, she thought to herself amused, who wanted it any bigger?
Jeff Connor's young thighs jumped as his lovely teacher took hold of his stony prick again, her hand covering almost all of its length except the head. She loved the sponge rubber feel of it, and when she squeezed it, she could feel the inner core of its harness. She bent it slightly and heard him moan. Then she began stroking him, applying a slight pressure so that the foreskin moved back with each downward stroke, exposing more and more of the bulging knob that was glistening with viscous pre-cum. Finally the head slipped free, swelling up toward her and looking for all the world like a bright and shining taffy apple! There was no way Kay could resist the temptation of bending forward until her moist red lips were pursed no more than an inch away from Jeff's wetly pulsing cock-head. Her pink wet tongue shot out like that of a snake catching a fly to lave the slippery velvet surface of the boy's glans and then disappeared quickly back into her mouth as she savored the flavor of his youthful hardness.
There had been a few months passed since her last job and Kay had any opportunity to taste boy-cock! She pulled down young Jeff's pants and underpants and brushed up the bottom of his pullover shirt, leaving the entire area between his knees and his belly-button uncovered. The sight of his pale naked flesh, his cock standing up from the bare velvet skin of his childhood below his belly like a fat little finger and the delicate sac of his testicles hanging down between his slim legs brought an increased wetness and urgency to her tingling pussy, her already-sucked nipples springing to even new erectness. Oh God, how she ached to take his boy-cock in to her mouth and suck hungrily on it, but there was a new, competing desire for her with this boy. For some reason, she ached a little more strongly to first bring him the absolute maximum of pleasure!
For Kay Woodruff, there was little satisfaction in having a boy more than once. Once they learned what sex was all about, they began having desires of their own, and she supposed it was selfish of her, but she simply couldn't bridle her own passion long enough to care what they wanted. Later they could go find some little girl and get what they wanted, but not from her. But there was a difference about Jeff. By now her wet mouth should be on that exciting, lewdly wagging cock down there and yet, she herself wanted this to be a memorable occasion for him. She wanted him to come back! Maybe some change was taking place in her. Maybe she had outgrown her old desires and was at last headed away from this perverted starvation for little boys and toward a more normal sex life!
Yet even as she thought about it, her mouth began to water and taking hold of him again in her left hand, she held the foreskin back all the way and began licking his hard blunt glans again. Her wet pink tongue went around and around until the throbbing head was thoroughly moistened with her saliva, and then she tried to wedge the tip of her tongue down inside the tiny slit at the tip. She was gentle, far more gentle than she usually was. Yes, she was trying to please him as well as herself.
While she was thinking, Jeff kept moaning, enjoying the heat that wrapped his young body like an electric blanket on high. God, now she was taking away her hand and licking up and down the length of his aching hot cock, torturing the super-sensitive underside of his glans with the pointed end of her tongue that sent electric shocks hurrying down his length, all the way back to his asshole. Maybe this was how it was when your electric blanket shorted! A couple of times he felt as though he were going to burst!
Experienced as she was in the art of cock-sucking, Kay knew all the warning signs and on each occasion drew back from his lewdly upstanding prick in the nick of time. Of course, this only tended to make the young boy more susceptible when she went back at him, nibbling her ovaled red lips up and down along the underside of his pulsating shaft and licking at his churning scrotal sac, taking first one and then the other testicle into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Finally, as eager to take his cock in her mouth as he was to have it there, she spread her lips wide and took his throbbing tool inside. She let it rest a moment on the flat of her pink tongue like a sausage on a scale, then forced the tip upward so that the small unsheathed head rubbed back and forth over the ridges of the roof of her mouth while she sucked furiously.
To her ecstatic delight, she felt his hands reach up and grasp her softly swaying tits, twisting and squeezing their pebble-tipped ripeness, his childish fingers delightfully torturing her nipples once again into further erections. She wriggled her chin between his balls, her silver hair falling at each side of her face to hide her lewd lovemaking. Her moist lips moved tightly down his swollen prick to its base, where the satin of his skin gently patted her nose. She took hold of his testicles in her right hand and squeezed them gently, her left hand gliding upward over his belly and beneath his shirt to finger his tiny erected nipples. All the while her silver head was moving with maddening slowness from side to side as she sucked like a vacuum on the delectable morsel on her plate!
Then suddenly Kay realized that it was time to prepare her own body, to teach him how. There were few things the beautiful Kay Woodruff loved more than to feel the throbbing hardness of a child's warm, bloated cock in her mouth, but she had to have her own orgasm, too. With a final draw that threatened to pull the sperm right up out of his balls, she lifted her wet mouth away from him. The way his cock, inflamed and swollen with lust from her proficient sucking, was throbbing, he was sure that he was going to explode at any minute! Certainly she wasn't going to leave him like this? God, he wanted to explode! Anything was better than the torture of being left alone!
Kay smiled faintly as she thought she detected his half-opened eyes and understood the disappointment and wretchedness that was crossing his face like a cloud crossing in front of the blazing sun. "Don't worry about it," she assured him. "We'll take care of everything, and it will be super-good my way. You wait and see. Right now, why don't you open your eyes and we'll try to get me ready, okay?"
She wriggled her shoulders just enough to allow the green silk kimono to slide off them and down her arms to the floor. Then she moved a step closer to him, clad only in her thin green silk panties.
"Take them off me, Jeff darling," she murmured.
The half naked boy had all he could do to muster the strength to sit up and work her panties off over her curvaceous hips and down her slim legs to join her kimono at her feet. He stared in open-eyed wonder at the coarse hair on her pussy mound, which was glistening wetly, but was a different color from the hair on her head!
Drawing her stomach in and thrusting her large tits high, she interrupted his amazement through clenched teeth, hissing, "Touch me! Touch me, Jeff, it's all right. Touch me down there!" She spread her legs just enough to admit his hand and gasped aloud while her back arched like a strung bow as his gentle fingers brushed tentatively through her pubic hair and curiously caressed the pink moist folds of her pussy beneath.
"Ahhhhhhh, Jeff, your fingers are so soft and nice!" Her silver head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her words came softly and huskily so that Jeff barely heard her. He thought of a picture he knew that was of a coyote getting ready to cry into the night! With the damp fleshy softness of her cunt against his palm, he ventured his rigid middle finger between her wet pussy-lips and into the soft, slick, hot flesh inside. With another moan of ecstasy she pressed down tightly against his hand as if trying to swallow up the whole of it. It seemed to the boy as if he were stirring a pot of boiling jelly that had no real substance, the hungering flesh clinging tightly to his finger as it started back near her asshole and eased forward, probing the softly throbbing folds of her pussy.
Kay's spine arched as he continued to move his finger forward to the front of her steaming cunt, and she gasped as she felt a second stiffened finger squirm in between her pleasure-engorged cunt lips. She shivered as his fingertips brushed unknowingly over the bud-like core of her passion, the pink hardening clitoris, and sent darts of hot desire shooting throughout her loins.
"Oh! Mmmmmnnnn! Jeff, darling! Right there," she crooned. "Keep your fingers right there but gently . . . "
For a moment, he rubbed obediently, lightly over her swelling clitoris as she had told him. Then he became more curious and made several obscene attempts before he succeeded in trapping the slippery, elusive little button of flesh between his thumb and forefinger and began squeezing it softly. Far more than he realized, he was sending with each squeeze of her super-sensitive clitoris a thousand-volt charge of electricity rippling through her aroused body, and she squirmed in uncontrollable lust.
Jeff Connor watched his beautiful silver-haired teacher's naked gyrations as her milk-white body writhed spasmodically before him with a beginner's understandable wonderment and fascination. He had never seen a grown woman, or anyone else for that matter, act this way. He had not known such sensations or scenes were possible.
"Aaahhhhhh! Mmmmmnnnnnnn! You're beautiful, Jeff darling! Your fingers are like magic!" she cried out as he kept grinding her yearning lust-roused clitoris back and forth between his fingers as she ground her cunt down against his hand, her voluptuous loins and her belly alive with a mad passion that threatened to devour both of them. Her obscenely squirming pussy continued to massage his knuckles and his palm as he kept caressing her aggravated clitoris, squeezing and pulling the tiny pink wet bulb of flesh until Miss Woodruff shook with passion, her throat choked with emotion. He was starting to make her explode, too!
Kay could feel her body quivering to the rhythm of his small, boyish fingers as her orgasm began building to a swelling crescendo in her desire-twisted belly. She took her own two tits in her hands and lifted them, squeezing and kneading them into cruel shapes as she opened her legs wider and ground her velvety pussy-flesh harder and harder against young Jeff Connor's hand, wetting it from fingertips to wrist with the hot sticky wetness of her oozing cuntal secretions. She wanted to grab his head, force his face between her legs and fill his mouth with her spasming cunt flesh suddenly, but she was too far gone, too weak with the overwhelming sensation that was gripping her body.
"Aaaahhhhhh! Oooooooh, don't stop!" she cried, her limbs and her body having stiffened. She held herself that way as her mouth dropped open again as another groan of passion welled in her throat. " Uuuuuggghhhh! What ever you do, Jeff darling, don't stop! Goddddd! I...cumming! I'm cummtniiinnngggggg!"
Her curvaceous torso whipped against his thrill-inducing hand and every inch of her lust-racked body quivered from head to toe. She shuddered violently as her orgasm exploded like a time-bomb in her belly. Legs wide apart and bend slightly at the knees, she humped his fingers frantically, trying to keep her climax going as long as she could.
When finally it abated, she threw herself across her half-naked boy-lover on the couch and kissed him passionately on the lips, her wet tongue invading his mouth to heighten his senses, and inviting his own pink tongue into her mouth. She sucked and pulled on it as she squirmed her nakedly exposed body lewdly against his so that both of them would be ready. Aaaahhhh, she was ready to move to his cock. She yearned hungrily to taste its boyish sweet flow like a child yearns for ice cream in the summer! She drew her still passionately quivering tongue and lips from his and lay back a moment to enjoy to the utmost the afterglow of her climax. Then she opened her eyes to see the blood-engorged shaft of his prick, the foreskin not covering the glowing purple-red tip, from which a long thread of his eager pre-cum dropped.
"Take off all your clothes," she rasped.
Jeff met her gaze curiously as he sat up beside her on the couch, his pants around his knees and his boyish cock standing out boldly as a guard in front of Birmingham Palace. "Everything?"
"Please," she whispered. Then while he took off his corduroy pants, his shorts, and even his shoes and socks, she worked his shirt off over his head. When he was completely naked, she had him lie down on his back on the couch, his expectant prick standing up from his belly, stiff and straight as a flag staff. She leaned over him, her tits brushing his bared chest, and kissed him again warmly on the mouth. Then as she drew back, she whispered, "Now it's your turn! You just close your eyes and dream of anything you most want!"
Then she kissed his nipples as he had kissed hers, teasing them to hardness, taking them gently in her teeth and nipping them ever so lightly. They were so small! So difficult to catch! But Kay was an expert by now! Drawing away from him for a moment, she again stared at his stony little cock, shivering and straining upward with eager expectancy from his hairless loins. Kay leaned forward and began licking the pearl-like secretions off it as she would melted ice cream dribbling over the sides of a sugar-cone. She licked his swollen testicles as well and the insides of his tight young thighs. Then, gently, lightly, she tickled his nakedly exposed cock-head with the ends of her silver hair and then with the rosy tops of her desire-sensitive tits.
Jeff moaned almost to the point of bursting out in tears as his fourth grade teacher parted his legs just enough so that she could get between them. With just the barest tip of her wet tongue, she found the delicate membrane just behind the smooth coronal rim of his hard prick, wondering if he had yet discovered for himself that this was the most sensitive area of his little male body that by flicking it lightly back and forth, a woman could drive him to sheer heaven.
"Oooohhhhhhh, I feel like a bird!" he rasped.
"I'm sure you do, darling Jeff," she murmured as she ran her wet tongue down to the base of his fever-flushed cock and then back up again a few time. Finally she returned to the ultra-sensitive cleft at the underside of his glans to resume her maddening strumming. With the pulse and the strumming, she mused to herself, he must feel like a hummingbird!
"Ooohhhhhhh," Jeff cried out all at once, using the expression he had just learned from his teacher, "I...I think I'm going to cum! Oh, Miss Woodruff, yesss! I'm cummiinnngggg!"
"Let it cum, Jeff," she whispered briefly as she opened her mouth wide, gulping his wildly throbbing knob inside and continuing to work her tongue furiously over the rigid underside as she sucked him deep into her heated throat. As much as she loved the feeling of his slender young cock filling her mouth, she wanted his thick spewing sperm even more.
Her lovely head became a silver blur as she fucked it up and down furiously on his boyish rod, her sharp teeth grating over the slippery knob and what little remained of her lipstick streaking his shaft with bright red as her lips gripped him like a virginal cunt or an asshole would.
"Cum all you can," Kay gurgled in a frenzy through her cock-stuffed lips. "I want every drop of you I can get!"
As he fucked his quivering stone-hard cock in and out of his teacher's buttery mouth, Jeff's naked ass was bouncing up and down off the couch cushions like a rubber ball. Then it was at that very moment when everything in his balls seemed to explode and rush out through the only escape gap open to it, the tiny slit in the end of his cock.
This was no new experience for the beautiful fourth grade teacher, and her necessity for nine year old boy-cock was her reason for refusing to teach younger or older children. She gagged and gasped happily as she felt his torrent of hot sticky cum shoot into her mouth and rush down her thirsty throat. She had been sucking boy-cock for as long as she could remember, going way back into her childhood and her younger brother. Not a drop of his precious semen escaped her ovaled lips as she coaxed blast after blast out of his viciously responding prick.
Even after he had stopped spurting his creamy cum, she kept his little spent cock harbored in her velvet mouth, sucking and licking and trying to help him regain his hard-on. There was no sign of a rebirth, though, and she pulled her mouth away from the flaccid curl of his nine year old cock.
"Ooohhhhh, darling Jeff, you are delicious!" she enthused as she licked the last drop of cum from his exhausted prick and then let it fall gently down between his splayed thighs. "What did you think of that, Jeff?" she purred.
"Oh, Miss Woodruff," he breathed. "Wow, it was great! Can we do it again?"
Kay was surprised by the sound of her own voice. "Of course we can, Jeff," she told him and found that she was actually looking forward to the next time!
"Miss Woodruff?"
Kay almost said, "What is it, darling Jeff?" when she snapped out of her reverie and realized that it was little Okie standing at her desk. She no sooner looked up to find him there when all of the boys rose from their seats and surged forward. God, she had sucked the cocks of almost every one of them just as she had sucked Jeff. But she had done far more with Jeff than she would ever do with these boys. After Jeff had gone for the summer, she seemed to have slipped back to her old ways in the fall. One boy's cock for one time only was the only way that satisfied her. There were none of these confused feelings of giving and satisfying them which had crept in upon her with Jeff and had made her hopeful of self-reform.
Even now, as she glanced at the one boy in the group, Ray Perkins, who had been staring at her off and on all afternoon, her resolution to forget the boy-cock and try to steer herself through a period of abstinence into man-cock...was crumbling fast. She should not have thought about Jeff and her first experience with him, yet the reason she did, was probably because she had been suppressing herself too long!
"Hey, Ray, what are you doing up here!" Dan yelled suddenly.
"Just a minute, boys," Kay intervened. "Let me see your papers."
"Can we go now?" little Okie asked. "You said we could go if we finished it."
"I haven't seen your papers yet, have I?" she asked him and took the papers from here and there on the desk, wherever each boy had thrown his down. She pulled them into a sheaf in front of her.
"Hey, Ray," Dan tried again to pretend he was having a personal conversation with his buddy. "Hey, don't tell me you finished. I know better!" He kicked Ray behind the desk and grimaced at him.
Kay caught the expression out of the corner of her eye. She could not help now but pay special attention to each paper to be sure that each boy had, indeed, finished his multiplication table twenty five times.
"Ray, there aren't more than eighteen times here!" she exclaimed. "All of you may go except Ray," the pretty teacher announced.
With loud guffaws and teasings and winks, the boys left, punching and slapping each other as they went out the door. Ray stood mutely at the teacher's desk, waiting for his paper to be returned.
"Now, Ray," she began as the door finally closed and they were alone. She had every intention of asking him about his paper and why he had spent so much time staring at her instead of doing his work so that he could leave with his friends. Suddenly she was not sure at all that she wanted to be bothered with the math or even the detention. She heard herself continuing as though she were listening to someone else entirely. Her memories of Jeff had been too much for her. They had stimulated her far more than her frustrations could stand. Besides, now that she thought of it, there had been a few winks between the boys. Was the word getting around? If so, it was probably near the end for her at this school. What was the point of giving up now?
"Ray, I've thought of another punishment for you as long as you don't like math," she stated as fiercely as her rising passion would allow. "Get your things and come along with me."