Thinking about how close he was to Mark's age and how all alone he was and how Ma never did anything but pick on him, I got all motherly and tender toward him. He wasn't acting the way he usually did; not all smart-ass and know-it-all. He did try to explain the rebellious way he felt. And he did get uncomfortable when some of the things came out sounding pretty hollow. But most of his sincerity most likely was because I listened and didn't shoot him down every time he made a statement.
Pretty soon, when both of us knew he'd said everything he knew, he looked at me real solemn-like and shook his head. His voice was so low I could hardly hear what he said. "How come you're so different, Lee? You ain't a bit like anybody else I know." And then, his face kind of working, "Mark sure is lucky."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything right away, but just looked into those black eyes of his and let the misery behind them soak into me. Then I realized he was going to embarrass himself by letting his lip quiver if I kept looking at him that way. A fifteen-year-old was terribly young and vulnerable, I reminded myself. He might be grown-up enough to screw, physically, but he was still a little boy mentally.
"You had something important to say," I replied as softly as he'd asked. "I wanted to understand. Besides, it's important what you believe."
That was the wrong thing to say, I guess. Suggesting he was important to anybody but himself cracked the shell he'd spent so long building around himself. His eyes glistened and I knew he had tears in them. On impulse, moving before I knew I was going to, I went to him and stood beside his chair cradling his head against my belly. He sat real rigid for a minute and then his shoulders started to shake. I didn't say anything or do anything, except my fingertips sort of rubbed the side of his head. And before long the shaking stopped and his arm slid around me at hip level. His arm was squeezing my ass-cheeks and his hand was on my thigh and sudden, jagged knives of desire were slashing through me.
He was still young enough to teach, I realized. He'd appreciate it like Marky did, I thought. He'd be all big-eyed and breathless. And he's got a young, tender, smooth-headed cock like Mark's. I rubbed my love mound on his shoulder and rubbed the side of his head harder with my fingers. And I bent so one boob rested against his forehead and hung in front of his eyes.
With the contact, everything in me turned on. Pleasure made my stomach flutter and sent hard tingles shooting into my nipples and brought an abrupt, twitching tautness to my pussy. My mouth watered at the thought of that sweet, uneducated young peter hiding in his pants. He was bitter and lonely, but he could melt the bitterness and wash away the loneliness in the delicious closeness I could teach him.
I rubbed my tit on his face, the soft, hot flesh scraping against the layers of cloth separating his flesh from mine. And I thrilled to his quick response as his hand dipped to the short hem of my skirt and slid up my thigh.
"Just rest, sweetie," I whispered. "There're ways of being not lonely."
"Gawddamn!" he exclaimed with an awed tone. "You for real?"
"You made love before?"
"Me? Uh… well…"
"Don't tell me, sweetie. I don't want to know that." He hadn't. His hesitation told me that. And it wasn't fair to make him say so. But he was a virgin, just as Mark had been. I was going to be the one who taught him.
I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it free of my skirt. And I continued to bend over him while I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra, my hands under the blouse. I shrugged out of blouse and bra quickly and rubbed my bare tit in his face for a moment, then stepped back. I let him stare, knowing whatever he'd seen of boobies had either been in pictures kids had with them or through crevices where curtains hadn't quite cut off the view. He gawked. His tongue worked at his lips and his knuckles whitened as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
"Man, what pretty knockers!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Real gone jugs!"
"Feel them. Come over here and feel them." I dropped into my chair again and leaned back like a duchess. He came to me, kneeling beside the chair and feeling the round, warm smoothness of one boob. His fingers explored the rubbery, moist surface of the nipple, rolling it between them and pulling it outward a little to see it stretch. The front of his pants bulged, tenting over the hard-on inside.
I twisted my shoulders to present the other tit. "Don't make this one jealous," I warned him. "Always be fair when you're playing with boobies."
He gulped and shifted his position until he could reach with both hands. "Cripes, Lee! They're all soft and mushy!"
"Huh! Mushy!"
"Aw, shit! You know what I mean! Firm, but the inside stuff sort of slides out from under my hands! You know! I didn't really mean mushy!"
I giggled and sighed. He was going to be fun to teach. The student who was afraid he'd make his teacher mad was the kind who tried hardest.
I touched the bump in his pants with one fingertip and he jerked back convulsively. His face reddened and he squirmed. I felt dizzy with power as I pushed myself to my feet. There wasn't any question about who was boss. He might be a rebel on the street, but on my sun porch he was being humble and cautious. He was scared to death of me and of making a fool of himself.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it over my half-slip. His eyes bugged at the way the white nylon of the slip hugged my hips and cupped in at my crotch. His Adam's apple bobbed spasmodically. Stepping out of the skirt, I stretched the elastic in the waistband of the half-slip and began to wriggle out of the garment.
He groaned. "Cripes, Lee! Something's gonna give!"
I chuckled lightly. "Sure, sweetie. I am."
"Nnnn!"
The slip came off my hips to reveal sheer green panties. At the crotch, one strand of dark hair had escaped and curled against the pale cloth. Will stared open-mouthed at it and made a light, whimpering sound in his throat.
Gaily, I began to roll down the top of the panties. When they stretched in a taut line across my lower belly, pubic hair peeping over them, I reached down and slid the slip off my thighs. I made sure he could see clearly while I lifted one leg, then the other, out of the clinging garment. And I made a work of art working the panties down to expose my pussy. The crotch was darkened by the pussy-juice I'd already oozed, and I knew he was seeing a pink, glistening set of pussy-lips through the veil of my curling, thick brush.
I stood before him, then, still wearing my self-supporting stockings and high heels. He was shaking like an old man. Even his hips were jerking. I turned all the way around for him, letting him feast his eyes on the delicate, clean curves and tantalizing mounds.
"Give you an appetite, sweetie?" I asked gently.
"I dunno about no appetite," he grumbled, "but I'm gonna have hot nuts pretty quick!"
"Well take care of that. Now, it's your turn. Why don't you get undressed for me?"
"Oh, cripes! What if somebody comes, Lee?"
"We're both going to cum, sweetie!"
"Aw, shit! I mean…"
I let my laughter tinkle around him. "I know what you mean. Nobody's going to come in. The door's locked."
I thought I saw a strange light flicker in his eyes, but it was gone so fast I decided it was my imagination. His fingers fumbled with his clothes. I thought he never was going to get them off! But he finally did, and when he pulled down his shorts, his cock leaped erect with such violence I could hear it slap his belly.
He had more body hair than Mark. He was going to be a hairy man, I could see, and he already had a good start. What made it more obvious was his hair was a glossy black. That made it look thicker than it really was. He gave his clothes a healthy kick and sent them flying into a corner. His face a study in embarrassment, he quieted his fidgeting and faced me. His fists were clenched and tight at his sides while his cock trembled in front of his belly. We faced each other silently while he slowly overcome his embarrassment by appraising me. When I'd heated up to the steaming point under his stare, I backed him to one of the straight chairs and pushed him onto it. I was quaking inside; taking the aggressive role with a fifteen-year-old was a whole lot different from babying the twelve-year-olds Mr. Goldstein had made me teach.
But I hid my growing terror behind a bold, brazen exterior. With a knowing smile, I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly inched toward him, straddling his legs. He was having obvious trouble getting his breath and his cock quivered, it was so hard. He laid his hands on my hips, his eyes wide with concern over making the wrong move, and I kept moving in until my pussy-hair flattened on his belly. My position was awkward; I had to bend my knees outward sharply or spread my feet at a horrible angle because of the way the chair seat wedged my legs apart that close in. And if I spread my feet as far as I'd have to, I'd be forced to put too much of my weight on him. So I kept my knees out and my feet in and stood on tiptoe.
My boobies hung right in his face, and he held his head still, as if it were carved out of stone. An imp of perversity got hold of me. I twisted my shoulders gently from side to side, making first one tit and then the other bump his cheek. He colored again, but he began to get the idea, turning his head to press his face to one boob or the other. I drew back just a little and positioned one boobie in front of his face, the nipple brushing his lips.
Once again, he froze up.
"Go ahead! Kiss it!" I said.
He gulped and kissed it. The way he jerked back and the expression in his face, I was sure he hadn't ever gotten his mouth on a tit before. He kissed the pink, wrinkled lump again, his lips tightly together like a kid who's kissing somebody for the first time. Then, with a quick glance into my face, he touched the velvety button with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooh! Feels funny!" he exclaimed.
"Try getting it between your lips," I suggested. Christ, isn't this kid ever going to thaw? I wondered.
He obeyed. His lips closed on the quivering, eager nubbin and he worked it back and forth in them, getting used to the feel. I felt the tip of his tongue exploring the puckered end of the nipple and quick little thrills of pleasure began to well inward. It seemed to take him forever, but he gradually warmed to the action. Without my having to tell him, he started sucking. And the moment he did, the nipple began to swell. The puckering vanished, every hollow filling with newly-turgid flesh, and the lump thrust outward from the face of my boob. The way his tongue began to caress the sides of the nipple, I knew he could tell the sudden difference.
He was getting over his shyness, too. His hands slipped around from my hips onto my firm, rounded, smooth ass-cheeks. He squeezed with his fingers and wiggled the warm mounds, pulling them apart and closing them together. And to my surprise, his fingers worked gradually toward the center and into my ass-crack.
The composure of the teacher deserted me; by taking the initiative, he was arousing my femininity and producing the deep, inner excitement that comes from mental awareness of sex rather than simply from external stimulus. I felt my pussy writhing with hungry, gulping motion and my thighs tightened and trembled. I let myself down onto his lap and leaned back to keep my boobies at an angle where he could continue sucking at them. And I put my feet on the upper rungs of the chair, my knees angling out further, and pulled myself closer so my pussy rode against the cylinder of his cock-shaft.
He was becoming increasingly self-confident. "Hey, Lee! We're gonna fuck, ain't we?"
"You think this was a tea party?" I giggled. "Of course, we're going to fuck!"
"Mmmm!" He squeezed my ass-cheeks and lifted me.
Sliding down on the chair, his ass going out to the front edge of the seat, he got his cock under me. He maneuvered it until his cockhead, pulsing and ready, was touching my steamy slit. And he let go with his hands.
I didn't settle onto his cock… not yet. "Wait, sweetie!" I protested. "Just a minute. Okay?"
"Uh… what for?"
I grinned. "Secret."
He looked disappointed and suspicious, but he grunted assent.
I got my feet on the floor, struggling to keep from impaling myself on his waiting cock, and backed off him. Pushing his knees apart, I knelt between them.
"Hey! Whatchya doin'?"
"Sweetie, a man's got to know he's not just a stick for a woman to screw herself onto!"
"Huh?" He sounded as if he thought I was crazy.
Maybe I was a little. It was something pounded into me while I worked for Mr. Goldstein, and I didn't know if I'd ever lose it. Anyway, I bent close to his peter and caressed it with my fingertips. It seemed a lot smaller than Mark's, but it was nice. The base was just about hidden in the thick, black hair around it, but it stuck up hard and smooth. The hard shield on the back and sides was indented and ridged, as if it were made up of rib-like bands, and the meaty part bulged between the edges of the shell all the way from base to head. There were veins showing faintly blue beneath the shiny, tight skin, and the foreskin looked heavy and wrinkled even with his hard-on.
I nibbled at the underside of the bobbing cock-shaft as if it were an ear of corn, and Will's thighs tensed and started to shake.
"Whew! Oooh, that does feel good!" he exclaimed.
"It's supposed to."
My lipstick was already smeared along the length of the pale dick, and as I lipped his foreskin it coated the soft, fleshy hood heavily. After my experience with Mark, I was cautious when I got ready to strip back Will's foreskin. I needn't have worried. The opening stretched easily and slid back smoothly to expose the purple head of his cock.
He grunted when I pressed close to touch the round knob with my tongue. But when I put my lips to the slit and started to suck, he went wild. The whole game went to pieces!
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my face away from the tender cockhead. "Shit, that's going to blow me off too fast!" He pulled me up, then swung me to the side so I fell across his thigh. And he got hold of my waist and turned me upside down, my feet waving in the air and my belly against his chest. He got one arm across the small of my back, clamping me against him, then knocked my thighs apart and stuck his face into my pussy. I could hear him sniffing.
"Jesus, Lee! Smell that cunt! Sweeeeet!"
He started licking, scooping up the thickening wetness and biting at my pussy-lips. I locked furiously, enraged at so suddenly turning into a toy for him. But the pleasure of the quick-probing, greedy tongue washed away my anger and reduced me to a squirming, eager frame for my cunt.
"Ahhh…! Unnnhhh!" I got hold of his thighs and worked my mouth close to his cock. "Yunnnhhh!"
The naked cockhead quivered before me. I seized it with one hand and rubbed it while his hips started leaping. Sliding my grip to the shaft, I gulped his cockhead into my mouth and began sucking. Will twisted and bucked, but he wouldn't put me down. Instead, he got my knees under his arms and started licking around my asshole, grunting and wheezing. My ass-cheeks were widely spread by the grotesque angle of my legs, and I could only jerk my hips around while his tongue twirled around the rim of my anus. Excitement fluttered through me. My boobs felt like two bags of hot coals on his belly. I moaned around the meaty, seeping mouthful I sucked on. And suddenly he stabbed the tip of his tongue into my ass, twisting and reaming while I jerked my head up and babbled insanely.
"Yaghhh…! Jesus Christ, Will! Dooon't do that!"
But I wanted him to. I loved the sensation and knew for the first time what I'd made those little boys feel like. He stuck his tongue as far in as it would go while I writhed and tried not to reach my climax. And when he pulled out his tongue, he started poking fingers into me. I gagged at the amazing feeling. His hand twisted continuously while he widened my resisting anus by sticking more fingers into it. There was a steady burning sensation, but the intense excitement that raged through me submerged the minor discomfort and tore at my reluctance.
At last he swung me away and turned me right side up. "Let's fuck, now, Lee! Okay?"
I was past the stage of being the boss. All I wanted was what he was suggesting. "Yes! Yyyesss! Now, Will, NOW!"
He turned me around and backed me over him. He still slouched on the chair, his ass on the very edge and his cock sticking up at me. My pussy, quivering and wet and gulping, was ready to engulf the young, jerking peter. And as he started to pull me down I sighed with anticipation.
But he missed my cunt-mouth. His cockhead lodged in the crack of my ass, bulging and hot against the rim of my asshole.
"Wrong place!" I yelled. "Wait, Will! Wait a… yeeowwwww…! Yeeiiigghhh!"
Brutally, giving me no chance to protest or resist, he clamped his hands on my waist and drove me onto that thick, meaty spike. My anus flamed, the agony filling me like hot air would fill a balloon. I could actually feel the internal pressure swell me to the bursting point as that awful cylinder wedged through the unwilling rim and plunged upward into my guts. My arms and legs thrust themselves straight and my fingers and toes splayed apart. My eyes bulged and my mouth opened to its widest, the cords in my throat leaping taut with an unsounded shriek. I felt myself slide down the length of his cock and slam onto its base, buttocks flattened on the hardness of his thighs and ass cushioned on black pubic hair.
He let go of my waist and grabbed my wrists, jerking my arms behind me and locking them there. His hips jerked fiercely and bounced me up and down his hot, slick shaft. The agony subsided and I began to be conscious of the piston-like strokes of his bulbous cockhead in my belly. He held my arms with one hand and reached around me to grope at my pussy. And without thinking, I guided his fingers by twisting and squirming until they found my clitoris.
"Unh…! Oooeee…! Rub there, Will! Rub my clit!"
"Your what?" He felt of the hard little lump with his fingertips. "What's that?"
"That's my clit! It's like a switch! Rub it!"
He started rubbing, not gently and coaxingly but vigorously.
"Eeee…! Not…so… hard!"
But he wasn't listening. His cock was plunging and bucking in my ass and he ground my clit against the bony structure inside me. My feet flailed and my boobs jumped wildly, the excitement turning me giddy.
"Aaiiighhh…! Oh, shit…! There it goesss!" He groaned deeply and arched himself, his ass high off the chair.
I felt his cock pulsing and the hot cum erupting in my gut. My passion flared and the pleasure bunched, goading me toward a climax. But Will's hand fell away from my clit and he collapsed.
"Sonofabitch, Lee! Ohhh, sonofabitch!"
"I'll sonofabitch you!" I yelled frantically. "Do my clit, damn you! Make me come!"
He laughed, his voice sneering. "Fuck you, lady! Why should I do all the work?" He pushed himself back in the chair, his cock jerking roughly out of my ass, and flung me from him. "Go fuck yourself, you stupid twat!"
I lay where I had fallen, staring up at him incredulously. He'd turned from a willing, half-scared boy into a crude, ugly little rat! He didn't show any sigh of softening; the affection I'd tried to give him hadn't done a thing for him…! Except get him a free fuck in my ass! I thought bitterly.
He didn't even wash himself off. He simply pulled his clothes on and left the sun porch. "Typical establishment, like I was trying to tell you," he remarked as he left. "Set a guy up with sweet talk and give him a fucking!"
I cried. Dirty little sonofabitch! I thought. Somebody tries to be nice to you and you stick it up their ass!