Chapter 7
The day after her orgy with Ron Collins was Saturday. Joan had planned to go to the office and do some work, but her experience the night before had left her unsettled, her body frustrated. She had certainly shot her load enough, but was still dissatisfied.
Not awakening until mid-morning, Joan stretched lazily in the big, comfortable bed. She had come in earlier that morning and gone straight to sleep, not even bothering to put on a gown. Throwing back the covers, she looked down at her naked body. The large, firm breasts rested like two big melons on a field of smooth skin. The nipples, to her surprise, were erect. She touched them and found that they were hard. Farther down, she saw the soft bush of pubic hair at her triangle.
Running her fingers through the strands brought back memories of Del Peterson and the excitement he had given her. She squeezed her legs together to ease the sensation. Then she spread them apart and put her hand on her twat.
Umm, that feels good, she thought. Oops. Better stop that. Before I know it, I'll be fingering myself.
Joan rose from the bed, her boobs bouncing as she walked, and went to the bathroom. Turning the shower on full force, she stepped in and let the warm water sting every inch of her body. After the shower, she dried off and slipped into a robe. She prepared a light breakfast and ate slowly, reading the newspaper as she ate.
After breakfast, she cleaned the kitchen and straightened up the rest of the apartment. That done, she stood in the middle of the living room and looked around. She knew she should go to the office and do some work, but her body still felt in turmoil. She knew exactly what she needed, what she wanted. And she knew Bill Garrison, the apartment manager, would be more than willing to satisfy her desires, if he could get away from his wife.
Joan wanted no part of Garrison, though. Despite the fact that she could stand a good tumble in bed, she didn't want Garrison to satisfy her needs. The one experience with him had been sufficient. He had turned her off. As far as she was concerned, if they never had sex again, it would be too soon.
For the lack of anything better to do, Joan decided to go to a nearby shopping center and do some browsing. She spent an hour or so there and bought a few items that interested her, although she didn't really need them. Returning to the apartment complex, she no sooner stepped into the entranceway than she ran into Garrison.
"Well, hello," he said, smiling lustfully at her. "I've been looking for you. I have a few free minutes and wanted to check your place for some repairs that need to be done."
Repairs, my ass, she said to herself. He wanted to get her in bed. She wasn't interested, but didn't know how to get away from him. Her twat did need tickling, but she hoped it would be by someone other than the crude apartment manager. Then, she saw a way out of the dilemma.
"George," she called to a young teenage boy walking through the doorway, "would you help me up to my apartment with these packages?"
"Glad to, Miss Willis," he smiled, taking the bags from her.
"Everything in my apartment is working just fine, Mr. Garrison," she said, grinning triumphantly at the disappointed manager, "but I'll certainly let you know if anything goes wrong."
"You do that, Miss Willis. You do that." His tone was one of sarcastic defeat.
Joan hurried to catch up with the boy carrying her bags. They talked as they walked up the stairs and headed for her apartment.
George Wright was the son of a couple that lived down the hall. He was eighteen years old, small and thin, and wore glasses. Not exactly a good-looking youngster, he was friendly, although shy. Joan liked the boy and talked with him every time they met.
"I thought you'd be at the beach with your friends on a day like this," Joan said, opening the door.
"No," he replied, longingly. "I ... I don't mix too well with the rest of the high-school bunch."
"Well, that's their loss, George, as far as I'm concerned. I think you're a pretty nice young man and you can be my friend, anytime."
George smiled at her as he put the bags in the kitchen.
"Would you like a cold drink?" she asked, opening the refrigerator.
"No, thank ... Yes, I would, please."
"Here. Do you want it in ice, or will the can be okay?"
"The can's fine."
"Have a seat," she invited.
The boy sat in one of the kitchenette chairs and watched her put away the items she had bought as he drank the soda.
"I'm going to put this stuff in the bedroom, George. Be back in a minute. Make yourself at home."
Joan hummed as she walked through the apartment. George watched as she left the kitchen and felt an odd sensation between his legs.
While in the bedroom, Joan changed from the skirt and blouse she had been wearing to shorts and a halter top. The halter held her tits as if it was part of her skin, and the tight shorts clasped her crotch and emphasized the mound at the junction of her delectable legs.
Not bad, you old hag, she smiled at herself, as she glanced in the bedroom mirror.
When she walked back into view, George, still sitting in the chair and drinking the soda, almost choked when he saw the vision of loveliness appear. Joan noticed his reaction and smiled.
"What's the matter, George, go down the wrong pipe?" She knew it wasn't the drink that caused him to choke.
"Yes, ma'am. Must have." He spoke, but his eyes were on her large breasts, sticking out like two big balloons.
"George, don't you have a girlfriend?" she queried, busying herself with small chores in the kitchen and living room. She meant nothing by the question and asked it only to get the conversation rolling.
"No, Miss Willis, I...."
"Call me Joan," she said, coming back into the kitchen and smiling at him.
"Girls and I haven't always made the best of friends," he continued, watching Joan's every movement, the drink growing warm in his hand from neglect-and his body heat. He still had that strange feeling between his legs, but didn't quite understand what it was.
"Do you mean you've never been out with a girl?"
"Never have, Joan. In fact, I've never...."
She had an idea of what he was going to say, but felt he was probably too embarrassed to say it.
"Never what, George?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter," he replied, staring at the soda in his hand.
"It might," Joan said, sitting in a chair opposite him and leaning forward. Her large boobs sat sexily on top of the table and the halter, while covering most of the smooth skin, still left plenty of cleavage for the boy to stare at-and he was certainly staring!
"Tell me what you started to say," Joan nudged, breaking the boy's trance.
"Uh. Oh. No, Joan, really. I'd rather not talk about it."
She looked at him, wondering if she should broach the subject. She didn't want to embarrass him or hurt his feelings, but she was interested.
"George, have you ever gone all the way with a girl?" There. She had asked it. And it hadn't been as hard to do as she had thought.
The boy looked at her, then dropped his eyes to the floor. He felt that Joan was really a friend and believed he could rely on her not to repeat anything he said.
"No," he mumbled, hardly speaking above a whisper.
An untouched, uninitiated boy-a virgin! Joan was rather surprised. After all, George was eighteen years old. Most boys his age had already lost their cherries.
"George," she said, calmly, understanding his situation, "I don't want to embarrass you, but why are you afraid of women?"
"I don't know," he answered, inhaling deeply, gathering up his courage. "I really don't know. I guess it's because of the way the boys at school talk, about scoring with this girl and that girl. From the way they talk, I don't believe there's a girl in school who hasn't ... hasn't...."
"Hasn't gone to bed with a boy?" she finished.
He nodded. "I think that's what holds me back. Since I haven't been with a girl, at least, all the way, I guess I'm afraid they'd laugh at me, or I wouldn't know what to do."
He looked at her and suddenly became very quiet. Joan saw that his face had turned slightly pink and realized he hadn't meant to tell her as much as he had.
"George, where are your parents?"
"They're in town, doing some shopping. Won't be back until late this evening. Why?"
She looked at him. Would it be right to initiate a virgin? The idea of sex with a boy who had never before touched a girl caused a warm feeling to emerge between her slender legs. They had plenty of time, and if there was anyone who could teach him the right way to make love, it was Joan Willis!
"Come with me," she instructed, rising from the chair and taking his hand.
The boy obeyed without question. He watched the bewitching sway of her hips in the tight shorts as they walked to the bedroom. Once inside, Joan closed the blinds, then turned to him.
"Take off your clothes, George."
The boy stood in the center of the room, staring wide-eyed at her. He didn't know what to do. Realizing he might be embarrassed, Joan reached up and untied her halter. When her tits were exposed, the boy's orbs almost bugged out of his head. She could see beads of perspiration pop out on his forehead. She also noticed a small bulge in his pants.
When she took off her shorts and panties and stood naked before him, the boy put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. Then, looking at Joan, he quickly pulled it away.
"Don't worry, George. That feeling is perfectly natural. Now, take off your clothes."
This time the boy didn't hesitate. He was slow and deliberate as he undressed, never taking his eyes off that beautiful, enticing body.
When they were both nude, Joan saw that his prick was of pretty good size. He still had some growing years, but for now, he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. His nut-sac, never before emptied during a sex act, was full and hung low. The light hair around his stiffening rod was short and curly.
"George," Joan said, looking him over, "for a slender boy, you're built quite well. From what I see, you shouldn't worry about not being able to satisfy a girl. Now, do you want me to show you how it's done?"
The young boy was licking his lips, his cock getting harder and harder, and he couldn't take his eyes off her near-perfect figure. He had never seen a living and breathing girl naked before, but didn't believe that many looked any better than she did.
"Uh...." was all he could utter.
Joan took him by the hand and pulled him to the bed. No sooner was she on her back than he followed his natural instincts and headed for her pussy, trying to climb between her legs.
"Hold up, George. That comes later. Right now, I'm going to show you how to really turn a girl on, make her want you, to cause her all kinds of sensations. By the time I'm finished, you'll probably be able to put most of those other high-school boys to shame. Maybe even the girls will flock after you"
"You think you can do that?" he asked, his eyes bright.
"I'll certainly try. Now, here, come and lie beside me."
The boy, like an obedient student, did as his teacher asked. Once on the bed, Joan took him in her arms and they kissed. He needed very little instruction in that area, she could see, and continued with the next phase.
"George, a woman's breasts are very sensitive areas, especially the pink tips. A man, or boy, who can handle them the right way can make a woman do just about anything he wants her to, and give her an awful lot of pleasure. The secret, though, is not to be rough. Gentle and slow is the way to success in lovemaking.
"Now, with your fingers, slowly and easily run over the mounds, but don't touch the tips, not yet."
The teenager did as he was told and Joan saw that he had a delicate touch, a point in his favor. She had a good student to work with and could visualize that in time he would become quite a lover. She lay on her back for several minutes, letting him touch and caress her big knockers. Then, she was ready to move on.
"Okay, George, that sets the stage. Now, suck on the pink tips, but don't bite them. Suck like you would on a piece of candy."
The boy leaned over and took one of the nipples in his mouth. Damn, he's good, she thought, closing her eyes and thrilling at this young boy, her virgin, playing with her tits. She could feel the heat building up in her joy box.
"George," she said, not wanting to show too much emotion, "run your tongue lightly over the tips, then suck some more. Alternate like that for a while.
His touch sent her head reeling. This eighteen-year-old was really lighting her fire. She was the teacher, but was receiving thrills beyond her wildest dreams. She didn't touch his body, which she would normally have done under such circumstances. She wanted him to learn his role in sex. Her participation would come later-but not much later, the way he was building her up.
"Stop for a minute, George," she said, her head dizzy from his playing. "Again, with your fingers, play with the hair on my mound, then gently put your hand between my legs."
While the boy was doing that, she looked at her tits. The pink tips were standing straight up and were hard. He had done a good-no, an outstanding-job on them.
Joan watched as he toyed with the soft, downy hair on her mound and then moved his hand to her crotch. When his fingers touched the sensitive cunt lips, she almost blew her cork. Shivers ran through her body and it was all she could do to keep from coming.
"I'd like you to move between my legs, George," she suggested, spreading, anxious for him to play with her pussy.
She saw that his dick was now steel-hard and sticking straight out. But he was paying little attention to that, being far more interested in this love goddess who was initiating him into the wonderful world of sex.
"Can you see the lips?" she asked, almost panting, once he was between her shapely gams.
"Yes," he replied, entranced by everything about her body, especially that dark, secretive hole he had heard and read so much about, and was now finally seeing.
"Play with the lips like you were before. Be easy, though, and don't rush."
Joan lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. She placed her hands on her stomach and when he again touched the cunt lips, she almost grabbed her tits. It took the greatest willpower to keep from coming and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold off. The more those inexperienced, yet seemingly expert, fingers manipulated her pussy, the weaker her resistance became, and her skin began to twitch and her hips jerked when he was extra-tantalizing.
"George," she said, breathing heavily, her eyes glazed, "I'm ... I'm afraid you've done a better job than I expected."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his hand resting on her box opening.
"Shove your finger into the hole and I'll show you. Move it around once it's inside."
The instant his digit entered her boiling furnace, she lifted her hips and moaned. Her floodgate opened and her hands flew to her boobs. She cupped the marvelous globes, which pushed the pink, hard nipples up in the air. She grunted quietly as her orgasm peaked and flowed through her body, rushing back to a joyous conclusion in her wet pussy.
"Oh. Ah. Oh, boy. Ummm." She was ecstatic with relief as her climax came to a halt. The boy had brought her into a crescendo just with a finger. Yes, he was going to make one helluva lover!
When her body was still, she moved her hands from her tits and rested them on her stomach. Opening her eyes, she looked at the boy and smiled.
"You just came, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she happily replied. "You know what that means, then."
"I've heard boys talking about it, and read about it in books."
"Okay, George," she said, her breathing ebbing, "now it's time for you to experience that great feeling. You weren't lying, were you, when you said you had never gone all the way with a girl?"
"No, honest."
"Good." She wanted to keep her eyes open and watch the expression on his face when he came inside a woman's vagina for the first time.
"Climb on top of me," she instructed. The boy did as he was told and lay flat on her.
"Not that way," she said, feeling his stiff pole pressed against her cunt and his full weight on her body. "Support yourself with your arms. You're too heavy to lie on top of a girl that way."
When he was in the correct position, Joan continued.
"I'll guide your penis in for you. But most of the time, you'll have to do it yourself. Okay, are you ready?"
"Uh-huh," he answered, his head covered with perspiration, his every muscle tense.
When he felt the warmth of her wet cunt wrap around his cock like a loving glove, he experienced sensations he had never felt before. He closed his eyes and, through instinct alone, pushed his prick farther into her hole, thinking it was the greatest feeling he had ever known. When he was as far in her as he could get, he stayed there, not moving, wrapped up in the wonderful thrill of his very first fuck.
Joan saw the expression on his face and could imagine the ecstasy he was going through. She had experienced the same thing many years earlier. Even today, after having many men climb in her saddle, she still felt the same way about sex.
"All right, George, start pumping in and out. Go slow. You'll speed up later, but you'll know when it's time."
"Okay," he said, his voice filled with delight, "but it feels so good like this that I hate to move."
Joan smiled. This boy was going to be another lover of sex.
"I understand," she said, running her fingers over his slightly hairy chest, "but I think you'll be surprised at how good your penis feels when you start moving it in and out."
Joan wasn't concerned about him ramming it in her too hard; his prick wasn't that long. She would let him push it in just as deep as he wanted.
Once George started screwing, she saw an expression of pure passion cross his face. He had his eyes closed and rocked easily on his arms. His head swam from the sensation his young body felt. His initial fuck was one he would long remember, and he would never forget his sexual initiator.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"Great. Fantastic. Out of this world." He never opened his eyes, content to let his cock slide in and out of that delightful, sensational, wonderful hole.
As with most boys when they first meet up with sex, George was soon pumping faster and faster, his emotions already to the apex and just about over the edge.-Joan wanted to climax with him, so she wrapped her legs around his waist and humped into him. This almost drove the young boy crazy. He grunted and groaned and rammed his cock into her pussy as hard and as fast as he could. Knowing he was on the brink of his first unloading, Joan pushed into him and rubbed her crotch against his body. That was the coup de grace for her.
The thrill of having a virgin inside her, of him coming and filling her pussy with his fresh cream, excited her no end. When she tightened her legs around his waist and humped into him, her orgasm burst forth and caused her body to tremble. Usually she closed her eyes whenever she had a climax, but this time she kept them open. She felt George's fresh, young cum explode into her box like a gigantic flood. She had to watch the expression on his face as he had his premier unloading experience.
She forgot that her climax was ebbing. She looked at the young boy and saw his countenance become distorted, almost as if in pain, as he shot off his love juice. He grunted and groaned with each spurt and humped his body into hers.
When he was finished, he almost fell on top of Joan. She could barely hold him up, but did manage to struggle enough to get him onto his back beside her. She waited a minute or so until his heavy breathing subsided. While she waited, she looked at him. His stomach rose and fell rapidly as he gasped for air. Looking at his wet, shrunken dick, she saw that it was lying peacefully on his now empty nut-sac.
"Well, George," she finally asked, "how did you like your first experience in making love?"
"Joan," he replied, breathing heavily, "I never knew anything could feel so good. It was fantastic! Now I know what those boys were talking about, and why they're always going on about sex."
"So you don't think it's going to be just a one-time fling for you, huh?" Joan joked.
"No way!" he emphasized, opening his eyes and looking at her. "No way!"
They lay side by side and held hands for half an hour or so, with George asking questions and Joan answering them truthfully and without embarrassment. This one time was all George needed. Already he seemed like a different person. He was not hesitant in any way about asking questions. He now had a confidence he had never possessed before. He was no longer a virgin. He had screwed a girl or, rather, a woman-and what a woman!
"You're a young stud," Joan said, leaning over him, "you should be ready to go again."
"I don't know if I am or not, Joan. How can I tell?"
Without reply, she put a hand on his cock and stroked it a couple of times. It shot straight up in the air.
"Does that answer your question?" she asked, smiling.
The boy grinned, proudly.
Joan straddled his body and slowly eased herself down on his young, stiff rod. When she was all the way down, she leaned forward, letting her tits hang above his head. Then she sat upright, forcing his prick into her pussy as deeply as it would go. It didn't touch the far end of her box, but she thrilled at it just being in there. She cupped her tits and pointed them at the teenager lying under her.
George stared at the large melons as if in a trance. He put his hands on her stomach and slowly moved up her body. When he reached her boobs, she pulled her hands away and he put his own on the fleshy globes. Massaging them slowly, he "twisted his body, causing his cock to move around inside Joan. She closed her eyes and reveled in his rubbing her tits and moving his dick inside her snizz. He learns well and fast, she thought to herself. He's already heating me up.
Leaning forward, she let her tits dangle where the boy could suckle them. Taking a mound in each hand, he sucked the pink tips, first one, then the other. Joan closed her eyes again as she slowly rode his cock, joyously feeling it rub against her wet cunt lips and sliding along the walls of her super-heated oven.
She continued doing this for quite a while and all the time George never let her tits out of his hands, or his mouth. Joan felt like he had sucked the nipples so much that they must have grown two or three inches. And she was enjoying every suck, every touch of his tongue on those sensitive glands on the very tips.
Her cunt felt it, too, because it wasn't long before she was riding his staff harder and faster. When she felt her climax starting to erupt, she sat down on his body, forcing his cock deep inside her, and covered her tits with her hands. She pressed hard against the globes and grunted as she had another orgasm.
"Ummm. Ah. Ummm. Ummm." Her tongue flicked at the red lips and she pressed harder against her tits. "Oh, boy. Ummm. Ummm. Good."
She twisted her body on his, making his prick touch the walls of her flaming inferno. She had to have one more climax before she quit, so she humped on his dick, forcing it to press against the inside of her gash. It worked!
"Oh. Another one." She closed her eyes, her mouth flew open, and her hands pressed even harder against her knockers.
When she was finished, she felt the boy's cock still inside her, hard and anxious to unload the second time in his brief young sex life.
"Are you about ready?" she asked, looking down at the boy.
"Uh-huh."
She rose from his cock and positioned herself on her hands and knees.
"Get on your knees and enter me from behind."
George mounted Joan and pushed his hungry prick into her juicy slot. New at this intriguing, delightful game of sex, he didn't know that the dog-fashion position permitted his joy stick to penetrate deeper into a woman's cunt than the more conventional face-to-face position.
When he shoved his teenage porker into the wet hole and felt it slide even farther, he almost screamed with joy. It excited him so much that he began pounding into her fast and furious. Knowing he was anxious to come, Joan let him ram her as hard as he could. To help him along, she reached between her legs and took his sac in her hand. She no sooner touched his testicles than she felt him drive into her as deep as he could and stay there.
When his juice painted her walls, Joan squeezed his balls and made him ejaculate even more. George was delirious. He closed his eyes and his head swam. He opened them and the room was moving. It seemed like every ounce of fluid in his body was being drained from his soul. But he enjoyed the hell out of it!
The final part of Joan's plan did not require that George's cock be hard. So, after he had rested a few minutes, she spoke.
"George, there's another way that girls can get a thrill, and it's probably the best, next to the way we've just done it."
"How's that?"
"You might not be willing to do it."
"Joan, after what you've done to me, and the way you've made me feel, I'D do anything you ask. Anything. Besides, I want to learn as much as I can."
"Okay," she said spreading her legs and putting a pillow under her hips. "Move down to where you're between my legs, facing me."
When he was in position, George looked at the matted hair surrounding that magnificent cunt. God, it's glorious! he shouted inwardly. Fantastic! He couldn't find enough words to describe it.
"This is called eating a girl. Have you ever heard the expression?"
"Oh, sure," he replied, his eyes affixed to her joy box.
"All right," she said, spreading even wider, "move to where your head is at the opening. Lick the lips, suck on them, then push your tongue in and out."
George followed his orders to the letter. As with her tits, he was slow and gentle, pulling the tender lips into his mouth and sucking and chewing on them. When he ran his tongue over the sensitive clitoris, Joan moaned and lay back, closed her eyes, and cupped her tits. He was going to send her into orbit, and she knew it.
The boy was an extremely fast learner and put his tongue just inside her steaming box and licked at the juice. Joan saw constellations and her body became hotter and hotter. Her hips began to move and low sounds came from deep in her throat. When he pushed his tongue into her twat and moved it around, she grunted loudly and humped into him. He ate her like a starved animal, licking the lips, then pushing his tongue inside and reaming her walls. Next, he sucked on the lips and gently chewed the sensitive clit, which Joan pointed out was much like his own penis ... but tinier, of course.
Joan was wild. She moaned almost continuously and squeezed and pulled at the nipples of her tits. The more he plowed his oral finger into her boiling cavern, the more she humped into his face. He had built her up in a hurry and she was ready to explode.
Quickly wrapping her slender legs around his head, she pushed her box into his face and coated his tongue. This was all new to the teenager and he didn't know what to do. Again, instinct took over and he lapped at the warm fluid as it flowed over his tongue. Not only did he do the right thing, but he did it so well that he caused Joan to hit another orgasm. Her body jerked and she squeezed her tits hard as the climax sparked every nerve in her body.
Later, as they dressed, Joan talked about sex to the newly-initiated boy.
"George, what I've shown you today doesn't even scrape the surface. As you grow older and have more experiences, you'll find new ways to do things-new positions, new methods-and new ways to thrill women. But, regardless of the future, I don't think you'll have any problems with them. Just remember, go slow and easy, be gentle. That does more to intrigue and build up us females than anything else you can do."
"Joan," he said, total sincerity in his voice, as he stepped out of the apartment, "if I live to be a hundred years old, I'll never forget you, or what you taught me today. I mean it."
After Joan closed the door, she heard him whistle as he walked down the hall. She smiled to herself. Little did her pupil realize that he had brought a settling effect to her body. She had needed a man inside her and while he may not have been very big, he made up in eagerness what he lacked in length.
Maybe someday, when he'd be older and bigger, their paths might cross again. She would like to see what he'd learn in the next few years.