Tommy was flustered as he sat in Miss Campbell's class and thought about what had happened between them the day before. How Miss Campbell had unzipped his pants and let out his stiff prick, then had lifted her skirt and finally pushed down her panties, showing him that scary, hairy thing she had at the base of her belly. He felt embarrassed because he had run away. But what else could he have done? He couldn't have touched the teacher. He couldn't have fucked her, if that's what she had wanted.
Though the boys talked all the time about "fucking", Tommy wasn't exactly sure how it was done, and he suspected that his friends weren't very sure, either.
Why should a grown-up teacher want a kid, anyway? Tommy wasn't sure about that.
He would have liked to touch Miss Campbell, if he'd had the nerve. He would have liked to see her with all her clothes off, too. Maybe if he'd had a chance to really look at her, between the legs and all, he wouldn't have been so afraid. And maybe if they were some place where they could relax together, she would show him what he was supposed to do.
She didn't seem to be angry with him because of the way he had acted the day before. At least, she was smiling at him a lot and talking sweetly.
By the time the school day ended, Tommy had relaxed. Most of his boyish confidence had been restored. He wasn't afraid that anything unusual might happen before he went home. He was, in fact, a little sorry that his opportunity to get to know Miss Campbell better had passed.
When the final bell rang, he got up, gathering his books.
"Oooh, Tommy!"
He turned and looked at the teacher, who had called him from her desk.
"Come up here, Tommy, will you? You can leave your books behind."
The other children were leaving.
Golly, Tommy wondered, is it going to be like yesterday, all over again?
He approached the teacher's desk hesitantly.
"Are you afraid of me, Tommy?" Susan asked, now that all the other children had gone.
"No," the handsome, blond lad said. "Well, not really." He was beginning to blush.
"But I scared you yesterday, didn't I?"
Tommy looked down. "A little. I guess." He nervously shifted his tennis shoes on the bare floor.
"I'm sorry about that," Susan said softly. "That won't happen again."
Tommy looked directly at her, and Susan read both relief and regret in his blue eyes unless she was imagining the latter. She wanted to think that he desired her in his boyish way.
"You know, Tommy, there's a room right next to the office where a teacher can go to lie down if she isn't feeling well. There's a couch there. Students are sometimes sent there when they're feeling ill. You've probably seen it."
Tommy was blushing stronger. He was getting excited.
"Yeah," he said. "I know about that room."
"Would you like to, uh, go there with me?" Susan asked. "Right now?"
"Gosh, Miss Campbell!" the boy said.
She reached across the desk and took his hand. "I won't hurt you, Tommy. I'll be very gentle. I promise."
Her touch was so warm and soft that the lad began getting a hard-on. What she had suggested helped, also. But fear continued to assail him.
"Come on." Susan urged, standing up. Her blood was racing. She had to let go of the lad's hand as she circled her desk. She was wearing a knitted top and she hadn't put on a bra that morning, so her breasts quivered temptingly as she moved. Her erect nipples made little bumps in the fabric.
The front of Tommy's pants was pushing forward, and that embarrassed him even as the erection gave him giddy pleasure. Susan thrilled as she noticed his condition.
"You do want to go with me to the teacher's room, don't you?" she asked the lad, moving very close to him.
Blushing furiously, Tommy avoided her eyes. "Yeah," he murmured.
Susan took his hand and led him from the room. Excitement raced through her as they walked down the deserted corridor. She realized that what she was doing would have been considered sinful by most people, but she didn't consider it so. She wasn't going to hurt Tommy. She was going to give him great pleasure, while he gave pleasure to her. She was going to help him become a man. What could be wrong about that?
The lad was nearly as excited as Susan, but still frightened, as well. What did she expect him to do? he wondered. Would he be able to do it? Susan opened the door of the teacher's room and guided Tommy inside. She followed and shut the door behind them. The room was small with only a couple of chairs and a vinyl couch with a little stand beside it.
Seeing Tommy standing beside that couch and realizing that they were all alone made Susan want to rush him. But she held herself back. Though tense with excitement, she forced a smile.
"Now. Tommy," she said, "the first thing that we both should do is to take our clothes off. All our clothes. I think you should take yours off first so that you can watch me when I take off mine – that is, if you would like to."
"Gosh, Miss Campbell!" the lad said again, he couldn't get used to the idea of what was happening him and a teacher getting undressed together and getting ready to do what grown-ups did.
But he wasn't going to run today. At least, he didn't think he would. Miss Campbell was acting different – more gentle. Maybe she would help him.
"You're not embarrassed to take your clothes off in front of me, are you?" Susan asked, a warm blush brightening her cheeks. Her eyes were very bright, as well.
"Can I turn the other way?" Tommy asked, bashful about his hard-on.
"Of course," Susan said reassuringly.
The lad turned around. Susan could scarcely contain herself as he began to remove his clothes.
First he lifted his t-shirt, taking it off over his tousled blond head. Then he bent quickly, unlaced his tennis shoes, and pulled them off. He straightened, unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his jeans.
Susan's breath quickened.
The lad pushed his pants down, baring his trim little rump in knitted briefs.
Susan's throat grew tight. She felt blood rushing into her pussy, making it very warm. Its lips puffed a bit against the silken fabric of her panties. Warm moisture seeped between the delicate labia.
Still facing away from Susan, Tommy stretched the waistband of his briefs and let the garment down. This permitted his young, strong prick to leap free. But Susan couldn't see it. Even as Tommy lifted one foot and then the other, to take his briefs off, she was able to glimpse only a hint of his balls. No hair was visible at his crotch or on his back.
Susan thrilled stronger and stronger.
Tommy was immensely excited to be undressing in front of his teacher. But now that the time had come to turn and face her, and to show her his hard-on, embarrassment welled up to a point where he felt like running or hiding. However, he couldn't run out without clothes on. And there was no place in the small room for him to hide.
The only thing he could do was to turn and face Miss Campbell, naked except for his socks. His boyish prick stuck almost straight up, his small, hairless balls dangling from the base of it.
"Ooh, my darling!" the impassioned teacher gushed as she saw the lad in naked glory for the first time.
He was blushing furiously. He gulped. He wanted to hold his hands in front of him, to hide his pecker, but he knew Miss Campbell wouldn't like that. She was gazing at his dick so eagerly that she looked as if she wanted to eat it up.
"You're so hard darling!" she murmured, taking a step closer. "Look how it sticks up so high!"
"I… I can't help it," Tommy said.
Susan laughed like warm rain. "Ooh, I'm glad you can't! You're such a young man and so perfect!"
Tommy was getting more embarrassed by the moment, with his teacher fawning over his nakedness that way. He wished she would get on with whatever she was going to do. Now that he had gone as far as he had and had stuck in there, he wanted to see Miss Campbell's naked body.
Her avidly approving gaze snaked up the lad's body, finally locking with his questioning, apprehensive eyes. She smiled warmly. "I guess it's my turn now, isn't it?" she said.
From somewhere she had picked up a great deal of courage. She felt quite secure and was enjoying herself thoroughly. Everything seemed so right.
She began to take off her clothes.
Tommy watched, standing, his young prick like a flagpole. Since it had attained maximum hardness right at the beginning, it didn't stiffen more or swell or lengthen as Susan bared her goodies to his highly interested gaze. But it quivered responsively.
The teacher got a tremendous kick out of removing her blouse and showing the lad her bare breasts. She smiled, her cheeks rosy with excitement, and turned one way, then the other, to display her full, rounded, nipple-projecting tits.
Tommy gulped. He wanted to rub his cock against something, as he did against the bed-sheets when it became hard at night. It itched for some sort of contact. But there was nothing to use except his hands, and Miss Campbell was looking at him. He couldn't handle himself in front of her.
She lowered her skirt and stepped from it.
Her lovely legs were encased in sheer, shiny hose which ended in dark bands around her thighs. These were held up by taut white garter straps which extended upward to disappear beneath her silken pink panties. Her panties had a narrow lace trim, which was white, and there was a white lacy flower appliqued to one side of the briefs.
Smiling, she turned, showing Tommy her legs from several angles. She even turned completely away from him so as to give him a view of her shapely ass, cuddled in pink nylon.
"You haven't said anything," she remarked as she turned to face him again. "Do you like what you're looking at?"
"Gosh, yeah!" the youth said with feeling. And indeed he did enjoy gazing at his pretty teacher in her underwear and stockings. It was like a page out of a girly book, come to life.
Susan slowly lowered her panties, desire thrumming in her veins. Tommy gazed at her puff of black hair and, as she lifted her legs in turn to step from her briefs, he glimpsed the soft lips of her pussy, peeping through the curly tendrils. He enjoyed watching her titties hang slightly and quiver as she bent forward.
She lay her panties with her other clothes on a chair.
"Now it's time for you to touch me," she said, her voice taking on a throaty tone and her heart beating like a tom-tom as she approached the lad. He watched her tits jiggle tautly up and down.
Though he obviously was fascinated by her nakedness, he seemed frozen. His hands remained stiffly at his sides. It seemed that he hadn't blinked once while Susan took her clothes off, and he was still staring.
"Let's sit on the couch, shall we?" she suggested.
Tommy was grateful for the invitation. He sat, and Susan sat beside him.
"Now…!" she said, hardly believing that the supreme moment had arrived at last.
She took the lad in her arms.
"Oooh, M-Miss Campbell!" he groaned as her resilient tits pressed his naked chest. Her smooth, warm thigh rubbed his.
Her lips found his mouth.
The first kiss was sheer heaven for them both. It began gently, with Susan's lips just brushing his, then lightly catching hold and working the lad's lips apart. Her slippery tongue teased at the portal.
Tommy was taut with passion. He couldn't breathe. He felt about to explode.
Susan kissed him harder, letting her tongue extend into his mouth. One of her hands snaked down his front, giving him a wild, tickly sensation. Then she was grasping his cock.
Susan thrilled to its extreme hardness and to its boyish delicacy, though it was five inches long – approaching man's size.
The lad was in heaven as his pretty teacher stroked his prick while she kissed him. Gaining courage, he groped upward on her body and clutched one of her beautiful, erect tits. How wonderful that rounded, nipple-tipped protrusion felt! Tommy squeezed it and thrilled to its springy give, which was both firm and soft. Except for her nipple, Miss Campbell's tit was smooth as satin.
She took her mouth from his. Her warm, sweet breath caressed his face. "Would you like to suck my breast?" she murmured.
The lad made a wordless sound of sheer joy as he bowed his head and caught her jutting nipple in his mouth. Susan tilted her head back. The thrill was indescribable as her throbbing nipple was bathed in Tommy's warm saliva and his encircling lips skidded against the pebbly, taut flesh of her sensitive aureole.
Her loving hand stroked the lad's stiff prick up and down.
Tommy writhed. He was more excited than he had ever been. He could feel that something new and very wonderful was going to happen.
Susan gently eased him away from her, and he straightened up. She looked down at his upthrust dick, which she was caressing. Her delicate, pink-tipped fingers tickled the boy's rosy glans. A tiny drop of clear fluid exuded from the small slit at the end of his organ. Susan touched that with a finger and spread the slippery nectar over his cockhead.
Her mouth was watering. Her head grew light.
She had to suck him!
She bowed to his lap.
"Aaaaggh!" the lad breathed harshly as his teacher's tongue glided slickly over the head of his cock.
He hadn't imagined anything like that. It was terrific!
Susan fluttered her tongue-tip against the adorable knob of Tommy's prick. She breathed in his scent, which was light and very tantalizing. His taste was delicate, also. She wanted more of it.
Her soft lips encircled the tip of Tommy's pecker and slowly slid down until they had encompassed his entire throbbing glans. Susan sucked gently, licking his prick-tip at the same time.
The heaven in which the lad found himself was becoming more wonderful by the moment. He never had dreamed that anything could feel so good.
Susan began to pump her encircling, warm mouth up and down on the boy's quivering prick. She fondled his delicate, hairless balls.
He felt a tightness gathering in his nuts, as if they were going to explode. His dick quivered wildly in Miss Campbell's mouth. Feeling his spastic response, Susan raised her mouth quickly, and it seemed to the lad that he hung suspended in a wild realm which he never had visited before. A strangling sensation made it difficult for him to catch his breath.
Excited to a fever pitch by her sucking of the youth, Susan had to get him into her cunt as quickly as possible, for she also was on the verge of a climax. She knew it was going to be the most wonderful climax she'd ever had.
She pushed Tommy onto his side on the couch and dragged his legs up onto it so that he settled on his back. Tits bobbing, she sprang astride him.
"Oooh, gosh!" was all Tommy could say as he felt his quivering spear glide upward into his teacher's moist, slitted flesh.
Susan's thrill was magnificent.
"Fuck me… fuck me, Tommy!" she panted.
However, she did most of the fucking, grinding her wet, warm cunt around the lad's smallish but stiffly upthrust dick, then pumping up and down vigorously so that his cock stropped her hard, tingling clitty.
"Aaahhgh… oooh! Wow!" Tommy exclaimed, writhing and tossing his tousled head. His eyes were shut tightly. His legs stuck straight forward, his toes stiffly extended.
As wonderful as it had felt to have Miss Campbell lick his prick and take it into her mouth, it was even grander to be inside her writhing, stroking pussy.
So this was what fucking was like! No wonder all the guys talked about it! But Tommy guessed none of them had ever done it, and he was doing it with Miss Campbell. He could hardly believe that.
The teacher's voracious pussy gulped at his excited cock, rippling up and down the steel-stiff, knob-ended organ. She panted and moaned. Her titties bounced delightfully.
"Oh, my God!" she cried. "Now! NOW!"
Susan came with such glorious, vibrating warmth that she nearly passed out. She dropped heavily onto Tommy, her belly jerking. Her muscular, tight cunt wrung his prick.
The lad's balls hurt. His brain was like a feather tossed in a hurricane. He let out a cry of excruciating delight. And then he shot for the first time in his life, vigorously spurting his warm, virginal cream into Susan's spasming pussy.
"Oooooooooooh!" she sighed throatily.
"Wow… wow… wow…" was all Tommy could say, panting. His first completion was magnificent. He felt so loose and free and satisfied.
They clung together, still quivering. Susan's sweat-slickened tits were squeezed against the lad's chest, her nipples drilling at his flesh. He wrapped his hands around his teacher's clenched, curvy ass, because he wanted to hold her against him, with his dick inside her forever.
When Susan was able to speak, she asked anxiously, "Did you like it? Ooh, Tommy dear, did it thrill you?"
"Did it!" the youth replied.
Susan chuckled deep in her throat and hugged him harder. She kissed him all over his face and neck.
She had known total satisfaction – physical and psychological – for the first time in her life.