Teach Me Laura dragged herself to school that morning, weary and hung over. The only way she could force herself to face the day was to have two stiff drinks before she left home. She was dizzy and she had heartburn.
Laura hadn't marked her papers last night or planned today's lessons. This was so unlike her; she, who had been such a perfectionist about her job before. She put her head down on her plan book and glanced at the empty sheet for the day. She shut her eyes and groaned. Then, with a great effort, she began to write. 9:00-9:45 Reading. Pp. 238-42. Discuss story. 9:45-10:30 Math. quiz 10:30-10:45 Recess 10:45-11:30 Social Studies. Oral reports. 11:30-12:00 Free study period.
She groaned and burped.
I can't write another word. I'll finish at 11:30. Oh, I feel rotten.
Ugh! I forgot. I have to write the math quiz on the board.
She sneezed and began to feel even sicker, as if she were coming down with a cold. Laura had been chilled as she walked Lance early that morning.
I hate that walk when it's early and cold. I'm going to hire someone to do it for me.
Sighing, she brought her math book up to the chalkboard and began to copy problems. Laura was just ready for the back board when she noticed a child had come into the room and was watching her.
"Do you need the back board, too, Miss Bellini?" he asked eagerly. "I'll be glad to wash it for you." He moved toward the sponge at the sink.
"Yes, Billy," she said gratefully, sitting down to watch the boy work. "Thank you."
Laura was too hung over to do anything more than gaze at the youngster. He had been a pleasure to her since the school year had begun. Billy was always ready to run an errand, wash a board or help with anything else. Laura's eyes delighted her as she stared at the boy. His skin was white and pink, as fresh as that of a camellia. A few reddish-brown freckles graced the bridge of his small turned-up button of a nose. His eyes were too blue to be real, and they were framed with long, reddish-brown lashes. His thin body moved energetically as he scrubbed the board, his long arms moving quickly and well. Billy's reddish-brown hair was freshly combed except for an attractive cockscomb. Laura had to hold herself back to keep from smoothing it down.
She tried to guess whether he was eleven or twelve.
I'll have to look it up. What a beautiful boy. I have a terrible desire to kiss him. It must be frustrated motherhood, she thought self-indulgently. Well, I'm entitled to a few side benefits from this thankless job.
She walked over behind Billy, intending to put her arms around him and hug him as a thank you.
Then she suddenly remembered what had happened when she attempted to pet Bobby the previous day, and how he had gotten upset and had run away.
I wonder if Bobby told his mother what I did.
As she stood quietly behind Billy, holding back her desires, he jumped, obviously startled at her closeness. She patted his arm and cooed, "Thank you for being so helpful, dear. As soon as you're done, I'd like you to come and sit next to me and talk to me."
Laura knew that she didn't really want to just talk to Billy. She had no intention of allowing herself to do what she wanted to do, though. But she had to be near him for a while just to look at his beautiful fresh face.
The boy finished the board, washed out the sponge and then came over to sit next to Laura on a low chair.
Laura put her arm out to put it around him, and then, remembering Bobby, she withdrew it. She yearned to caress his bony back. She searched her mind for a way to keep him close, to see him again – to touch him. She longed to put her fingers on his flower face and on his lean little body. Her imagination undressed the child, and her mind's eye saw him there, white and nude.
She started to talk, her voice hoarse from lust. Anything to keep him there.
I can almost see his cute prick. Could I get it hard? Oh, how I'd love to suck on it. It's so sweet and tiny hanging there. I'm dying to have it in my mouth. I can almost taste its sweetness. Ohhh!
Mmmm.
While she ached and dreamed of possessing the child's cock, Laura heard herself talking, as though she were far off, set apart from her yearning body.
"How would you like a job, Billy?" she asked, inspired and excited at the possibilities of seducing the little boy.
"A job? What kind?" he asked, seeming to be very interested.
"It would be helping me to take care of my dog, Lance. He's a young German Shepherd. You would walk him three times a day; morning, after school and evening. And you'd give him an occasional bath. How does it sound?"
"Yeah!" The boy's eyes lighted up so much that their blue sparkled. "That would be great! My mom won't let me have a dog 'cause we live in an apartment. This way I could play with Lance, too, couldn't I?"
And with me, too, Laura lusted silently.
"Of course," she said to the boy, her eyes dancing with anticipation. "I'll phone your mother and make arrangements with her about paying you, and your hours. I'm so glad that you're going to work for me, dear. I'm sure that you'll do a fine job, and-and I know we're going to become good friends."
Laura couldn't keep herself from patting the boy's knee. Then, as the nine-o'clock bell rang, she reluctantly got up to welcome the rest of the class.
She could barely keep her mind on the reading lesson, and she found herself staring at the child, thinking about his little white body, and wondering what his tiny prick felt like. She dreamed and wondered what it tasted like, and she felt goose flesh rise as she craved to kiss and suck on the youngster's little cock.
With an effort Laura snapped out of it, and she started the class off on the math quiz. Then she remembered the end of the quiz that she had forgotten to write on the back board. Walking to it, she gave Billy a thank-you smile for washing it. He smiled back happily, probably excited about his new job. Laura wrote the rest of the quiz, making many errors and having to erase and redo at least five long problems.
At last she was done, and she could sit down and look at Billy again as he worked.
What's the matter with me? I've already fucked a big dog and an eighteen-year-old boy. Now I want a small child. I must be a sex moron. Oh, Jesus! I need a drink.
She couldn't really concentrate on being guilty. All she could feel at the moment was joy at the prospects ahead.
During the free-study period, Laura called Billy up to her desk. She handed him a slip of paper with her address on it. "Do you know how to find it?" she asked.
"Oh, sure. My boyfriend lives on your block. Are you going to call my mom today?"
"Yes, of course. I'll take care of it. You come right after school, and I'll teach you everything you need to know."
Laura's eyes glinted wildly at that idea, as she fought down the temptation of all the beautiful things she planned to teach the child.
No. I won't let myself in for that kind of madness. I need help with Lance, and I like Billy. That's all it will be. He'll do a fine job. Also, I'll get to see him often – the little doll. That's all it will be.
She didn't believe herself. Her yearning mouth and cunt knew better.
As though from a distance, Laura heard herself laugh at her own pretensions. She had a mad desire to touch the boy. She could hardly wait till school was over.
She sighed and began to write the afternoon's lessons in her plan book. Just a trace of her headache remained. Only her cunt ached now, but she was filled with energy at the prospect of seeing Billy alone after school.
She watched Billy work. His pencil was in his rosy mouth, and his petal-like brow was wrinkled in thought.
I hope he did well on the quiz.
She glanced at his paper and began to mark it.
Bobby brought up some papers. He looked away and blushed.
I wonder who he's told.
It was finally three o'clock, and the endless day had finally ended.
Oh, I need a drink.
She wasn't sure what she craved most – a drink or Billy's cock in her mouth Laura flew home, stopping off on the way to buy ice cream and cookies. She must tempt her new love in any way she could.
She quickly called Billy's mother, and in her best teacher voice proposed excellent terms and hours for her new employee. "Of course, Mrs. Randstein, if the weather is too bad, of if Billy is ill, I'll take over his duties for him."
The mother was pleased at Billy's opportunity to have a dog to play with, and Laura assured her how gentle Lance was. The deal was made, and Laura hung up, shaking with excitement.
Laura bathed quickly and put on a robe. She still warred with herself as to what she intended to do to the child. It helped to have a few drinks before he arrived. Then she wouldn't have to make any plans at all.
As she sipped on her second drink, she made a firm resolution to wait at least until the evening before she touched the boy.
I mustn't frightened him off. If I start too soon, it'll ruin it and I'll lose him. I'm going to have to wait.
She remembered Bobby's red face as he ran away from her, sobbing with fear. This firmed her resolution, and she finished another drink, grimly determined to stay away from the child.
The doorbell rang, and she caught her breath. It was Billy! As he walked in, she noticed that he was even more beautiful than she remembered him. His face was flushed from the cold, or excitement. As she hung up his coat, Laura suggested a snack while they discussed the job. "Then you can take Lance out for the first time," she added.
The boy nodded happily and sat down before a mammoth dish of chocolate ice cream and a bowl-full of cookies. As Laura spoke about Lance and his habits, Billy wolfed down the ice cream and six cookies. She offered, "Would you like some more, dear?"
"No, thanks." He looked around, obviously eager to see Lance, who was in the spare room.
Laura held her hands together to keep from touching Billy, and she led him into the other room. When she saw how thrilled Billy was at meeting and petting the dog, she realized how wise her decision was to postpone intimacies with the child.
He probably wouldn't even respond to me now. The dog would be my rival.
As Lance and Billy left for their walk, Laura sighed at what she was missing. She stared at the boy's crotch, wishing that she might see it accidentally unzipped. She dreamed of undressing the child, and of touching his little cock.
Oh, God! What have I become? she asked herself in horror, running for a drink.
When Billy returned, she thanked him and moved toward the door quickly, before she weakened in her resolve.
"I'll see you tonight, after dinner, Billy."
She slammed the door quickly and shook with lust, regretting that she had let him go, wondering how she would get through the hours until she touched him.
Laura ate no dinner. Her stomach churned with anxiety, since all she could imagine was the little boy turning on her in horror and running away. As she drank steadily, the tears ran down her face, mourning what she hadn't yet lost.
The doorbell rang, and a very dizzy Laura stiffened with excitement. She staggered to the door and ushered the child in. Laura was so drunk that everything she did seemed unreal. Yet, she knew every move she made, as though she were watching someone else doing it.
She hung up the child's jacket, and she saw him glance at the table, obviously expecting another treat. When he saw an empty table, he looked around the living room for Lance.
"Hello, Billy. I have some cake for you that I'll serve you in a little while. But first, I'd like to talk to you. Sit down here, dear."
The boy bounced down on the soft couch near Laura. He smelled faintly from mustard, and there was some at the corner of his mouth.
He must have had a hamburger for supper, the little dear.
She ached for him.
"How was your walk with Lance this afternoon, honey?" she asked, gently putting her arm near his back, but not touching him very much.
The child spoke in an animated way. "Oh, it was great, Miss Bellini. Just great!"
Laura's arm rested on his back, sending shivers up her spine. Billy didn't appear to notice her arm.
"Where did you take him?" she went on, patting his arm gently.
"Well, we went to the post office and we stopped on the way back in the empty lot on Hubbard Street."
The boy smiled, recollecting his walk with the big dog. Laura squeezed his arm.
"Did you get to play with him on the way?" she asked, distracting the child as her hand rested on his thigh near his crotch.
"Yeah!" he glowed, still not noticing her attentions.
Laura rubbed his thigh, and she felt funny sensations in her pussy. As dizzy as she was, she noticed a wet feeling on her own inner thighs.
"Gee, Miss Bellini. It's sure fun to get to play with such a nice dog!" His excitement over the dog inspired Laura to move her hand near his crotch, almost to the little bulge she yearned for.
"Please call me Laura when we're away from school, honey. When we're here, we're good friends."
"Okay," he answered, with a worried look. "Only, my mom wouldn't like it. She wants me to say 'Miss' or 'Aunt' – you know." He added hastily, "But I will." He didn't notice that her hand now rested gently on his denim-covered cock.
"I want us to be good friends. I like you so much that I want to do things for you that make you happy." Laura had been rubbing the small bump for a little while. She thought that it began to feel a bit harder. "Does this feel good, darling?"
"Ooh, yes," sighed the boy. "I like it so much. I don't want you to stop." He smiled trustingly at the woman who was giving him so much pleasure.
"I'm so grateful for your letting me pet you that I have to kiss you as a thank you," Laura dared. She quickly unzipped the fly of his jeans and bent over. Laura moved her mouth to the little dangling pecker and gently put it in her mouth.
The little boy almost swooned at this. "It's so warm. Mmmmm." He seemed in a half-faint of bliss as Laura began to suck his pecker. The child's little flower face was relaxed in a smile of pleasure as Laura's mouth massaged his delicious little cock.
Mmm. So good, thought Laura, hardly sane from excitement and ecstasy. Waves of lust racked her body as she sucked his dick and came. Cum ran down her legs, dripping on the couch as she gasped with passion.
I must be careful not to bite his cock, her last shred of sanity told her from far off. She sucked gently, noticing a slight stiffening of the little prick.
After many minutes of gentle sucking while Billy moaned, the child's cock became stiff. He was almost unconscious from pleasure, and Laura sucked harder, feeling his tiny balls. Then she pulled off his jeans and shorts and kissed his rosebud mouth, putting her tongue inside it and fucking him with it. While she kissed him her hands rubbed on the prick that was getting bigger and stiffer.
Billy's eyes were closed, and when Laura moved her trembling mouth down to his cock again, he smiled and sighed. He began to squirm with tension and his arms grasped hers in a tight grip. He began to groan and his whole body stiffened.
The child came in small, steady spurts. The sweet, warm juice filled Laura's mouth as she convulsed again and again with passion. Her nails dug into his arms as she sucked and swallowed and camel His cum tasted so exciting and good that she held some in her mouth, hating to swallow it and lose it. She savored its unique taste, and she grabbed him tightly again as her own orgasm flooded her cunt still another time, and juice ran down the side of the couch.
Billy moaned softly and slept, his prick still in Laura's mouth, a small smile on his beautiful face.
She stroked his head and kissed him while he napped. His pecker had shrunk to a tiny button, and she licked it and kissed it good-bye. When he awoke after a few minutes, Laura held the child in her arms and hugged him tightly.
Then she fed him some cake and milk, stroking his prick while he ate. She stared at him, breathing hard. She was still very dizzy.
The child didn't take his eyes off Laura. He still couldn't understand his strange experience, but he had enjoyed it so thoroughly that he was obviously eager to be seduced again.
Laura brought Lance ins and the three of them played together for a while. Billy dressed and took Lance for a walk, and when he returned, she was ready for him.
They locked the dog up, and Laura removed her robe, revealing her naked body to the boy. He stared at her big tits in awe. Laura undressed him quickly and brought him to her wide bed.
"Are you going to kiss me there again, Laura?" he asked, eager to begin.
"Yes, darling. But first I'm going to teach you some other good things that feel so wonderful!" She stroked his peter as she spoke gently, moving his mouth to her large boob.
He hesitated for a moment, and then when she pressed his face against her nipple, the boy began to suck. He licked and sucked, and then he began to bite with excitement.
Laura had been rubbing his little limp prick all this time and she had felt it gradually stiffening. As he nibbled and chewed on her nipples, breathing very hard, she felt his cock swelling. It was now very stiff and swollen, and Laura exulted at her success. She wanted to try fucking with him, but she hated to have him stop sucking her tit – it felt so good.
"Now, darling," she whispered softly, gently pushing his mouth away from her nipple. "I'm going to try something that's a lot of fun. Just lie still, and I'm going to make your little wee-wee feel so good!"
He nodded dreamily with a small smile. Billy was in a trance-like state of ecstasy as Laura eased herself on top of the child, supporting her weight with her arms, so she wouldn't crush his frail body. She spread her legs and she fitted his stiff prick into her dripping cunt. Then she moved her own legs closer together within his and squeezed the prick with her thighs. She began to move up and down on his cock, feeling it deep within her pussy as she moaned and gasped with pleasure and tension.
The boy was in a stupor of enjoyment as Laura fucked him. She rubbed and gasped and dripped as she slid her cunt up and down on his swollen prick. She enjoyed herself so much that she was caught up in a frenzy of aching desire, but she couldn't come.
Reluctantly, Laura moved her wet pussy away from the child's stiff pecker. After she got off his cock, she placed her eager mouth on it.
It was larger than ever-red and swollen. No sooner did she begin to suck his cock than the warm, sweet jizz begin to pump into her mouth. Billy was moaning in a sweet high little voice, as his arms clasped Laura.
"Mmmmm! Oh! Mmmmm…" His moaning trailed off into little gasps as the cum began to pump into her mouth again.
Laura drank it down as her body moved in spasms of lust. She cramped and ached and let go and juice poured again from her cunt as she sucked and swallowed. She squeezed her legs together and came again, shivering with abandon.
"Oh, my God! Ohhhh!" She shook and groaned and tensed and it poured out from her twat again. "Oh!"
They both sighed, and Laura snuggled up against the child. They slept.
Some time later, when Laura awoke, she noticed the time and groaned. She lay there, sated, her pussy still dripping, worrying about the child's mother and unable to rise because of her dizziness and fatigue.
Oh, God-I have to get up.
She staggered into the other room and phoned her. "Mrs. Randstein. Please don't worry about Billy. He's having such a good time playing with the dog. May he stay awhile longer?"
The delighted mother gave her permission, and Laura returned to her lover. His eyes were open now, and he smiled in rapture.
Laura kissed his sticky little prick and licked it clean. It tasted so good to her.
The boy sighed and breathed, "Oh, Laura. This was so much fun. I liked what you did to me."
"Would you like to do it again some time?" she asked him nervously, petting his prick as she spoke.
"Ooooh, yes! Can I?" He sat up in excitement. "I won't tell anyone, honest!"
She grabbed him, hugged him hard and kissed him.
The boy is smart, she gloated.
"Yes, darling. Tomorrow. I can hardly wait to do it again. And I'll have ice cream for you, and you can play with Lance all you want to."
She tenderly kissed and dressed him. The child was tired. His beautiful eyes were half closed with weariness. He kept hugging her and patting her arm as they walked through her vestibule toward her car. She drove him home and made sure that he was safely indoors before she left.
When Billy returned the next afternoon, Laura had him kiss her boobs again, but she didn't bother with fucking any more. She knew what she wanted now, and Billy loved it.
She undressed for him and had him kiss her naked body all over. Then she took off his gym shoes and jeans and sweatshirt. While she undressed him, he, kept grabbing her tits and trying to suck on them. Laura would stop and let him, enjoying the sucking and nibbling.
Her entire body throbbed with desire, and she prolonged the ecstasy, working herself up into a breathless frenzy. She slowly removed his underwear, longing to feast her eyes on his peter. As he stood there, white and tiny, Laura kneeled on the floor before him and began to lick his thighs and prick and balls. He squirmed and moaned and held onto her back, groaning with pleasure.
"Mmmmm. Oh!" He squeaked and wiggled.
Laura pushed his stiffening prick deeper into her mouth and began to suck harder. When the cock was very stiff and hard, she pulled her mouth off of it and stared at the glistening beauty of it.
She moved his cock into the space between her two boobs and squeezed it there. Then, staring at the swollen cock, she rubbed its tip and began to feel the wetness coming out of the little hole. It felt slimy and good.
She got so wild then that she didn't know what she was doing. She violently pushed him back onto her wide bed and jumped up on her knees, burying her face on his dick.
Laura's tongue lapped at the stiff cock, licking up the oozing precum as it dripped from the hole. She fitted the prick all the way into her mouth and sucked hard, biting and chewing as her whole body vibrated and thrashed to and fro. Her cramps were tightening her whole crotch as she sucked and bit the boy's tool.
Billy's hands grabbed at her hair as she sucked, and the pain of it pushed her into madness as she pumped. Her cunt exploded like a geyser of aching passion, and the aching was gone-replaced by joy as she sucked and drank in his cum that gushed into her mouth.
They had two more sessions that evening, and every day from then on.
As the days went by, Laura's drinking got more intense. She was exhausted and morbid and the alcohol seemed to dim her guilt feelings. She and Billy enjoyed sex twice a day most of the time, and they were both very happy at that time.
As soon as Billy would leave, she would be overcome by guilt. It seemed that she needed more liquor than ever to get rid of the bad feelings. And so their days passed.