I lay watching the kid's cock throb under his swim suit and wondered what it looked like. Would it be one of those fat, thick-bodied ones that are fairly short or one of the longer but skinnier varieties? Or maybe even one that was both thick and long, the kind that really fills a girl up and gives her cunt something to chew on? But at the moment the main question was whether I would even get to see it at all or not.
I kept watching the boys in the reflection of my sunglasses ‘till my pussy became very wet just from thinking about how it, would be to have his tool unsheathed and deep inside me. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering and returning again and again to how it would feel to have his youthful, hard-muscled body against mine, with that beautiful swollen part of his swim suit rubbing the crotch of my scanty bikini panties. There was no doubt that he had noticed me, or that it was seeing my nearly naked body which was turning him on. I wondered how he would react if I made a little more of it easily available to his view.
I shifted casually in the sand, allowing the left half of my bikini bra to fall even lower. Now almost the entire flesh of my left tit was visible. About the only part he couldn't see was the nipple and the part which faced away from him.
His reaction was immediate in my glasses I saw him twist his torso and drop his face closer to the sand in an attempt to gain a still better look at my tit. I wondered what thoughts were passing through his mind. Was he thinking about how much he'd love to see my bikini bra off, so that every square inch of both tits would be within his view? Or had he progressed farther, maybe to the point of considering how it would feel to run his fingertips across the soft skin hidden beneath the concealing fabric? Perhaps he was much farther along in his thoughts, and was at that very moment imagining how I would look completely naked, with even the hairy mound of my cunt open to his sight.
The sun beat down on my shoulders and the heat of the sand through my swim suit panties flooded the moist lips of my cunt with a warmth that was becoming more and more insistent. I no longer considered whether I wanted to have contact with the boy-the only, question was when. A few short days ago I would certainly have considered him entirely too young for me. But after my recent experiences at Brightwater, I knew how wrong it was to dismiss men younger than myself. The idea was a cultural hang-up that had nothing whatever to do with reality.
I was getting so horny from the languid sun, and my lascivious thoughts, that I needed release.
If I hadn't' been on an open beach I would certainly have gone to work on myself with my own fingers, that's how bad off I was.
I shifted. around so that I was facing him, carefully keeping my bra from fully opening all the way off without ruining his view of what I'd already presented him. A slight miscue told me it had fallen, a bit more than I planned, and that he might be able now to see the whole boob, nipple and all.
When be saw that I was facing turn he dropped his eyes and tried to pretend he'd never been looking at me. Little did he know that I had been watching his every move.
I pretended to ignore him, which was very hard to do considering the state of his crotch. I began applying suntan lotion again, this time reaching to the middle of my back with it. This bit of contortionism revealed more titty-flesh than ever before, and I could tell by watching him that he was having a damned difficult time keeping his eyes off them.
Soon I quit trying to reach that impossible place in the center of my back and east my eyes. around the beach rather imploringly as though looking for someone who could give me a little help with the job… which was exactly what I did want, of cones, although I didn't want it to appear obvious.
Our eyes met across the sand.
"Excuse me," I said, "but I wonder if you might help me get this little spot. I burn so easily I can't take the chance of-"
But I didn't even finish my sentence before he was up and across the beach to where I lay.
"Sure," he offered, "I'll help you."
I gave him the suntan lotion and lay on my stomach. Re rubbed it in the right place, and after he was through I could tell he wanted to stay longer. He didn't say anything, but just' kept rubbing it in the same spot.
"Mmm, nice," I said.
I didn't want him to leave but I wasn't sure how forward I could be without scaring him away.
"You can cover my whole back if you want," I said. "You know, you do it real nice."
I could feel his hands tremble when I said that part. I knew damned well he must be thinking about how close his fingers were to my tits… and that's just what I wanted him to be thinking about.
I looked over in the direction of the big rocks a few yards away and said, "Wonder if it would be cooler over there. I wanted to try and get a tan today, but this sun's much hotter than I thought. It's really doing me in."
"Maybe," he said. And then, "Yeah, I think it would. You want to go see?"
I was sure he was getting the picture by now.
I tied my bra back on and we headed for the spot in the rocks. The shade there did make it a little cooler, but my main reason for going there was for, the privacy it offered.
I didn't even ask him what his name was. It seemed more exciting that way. When he started rubbing the lotion in again I asked him to untie the strap of my bikini bra so it wouldn't make a shadow line on my back and he did it without any hesitation. I felt him straddle me and put more pressure on my back.
"That okay?" he asked. "I can reach you better without getting tired like this."
"Sure that's okay," I said.
Now I could feel his butt on the upper part of my thighs every time he made a stroke. The edge of his swim suit grazed across my skin just below my ass with every motion. I squirmed on the towel and let my movements keep no secret of how good it felt.
"Mmm," I sighed, "it's better this way."
Now I could feel his balls or cock touching me with each motion. He had let himself fall lower. I couldn't tell exactly which it was that I was feeling, but it made very little difference. Either way it was making me hot as a firecracker.
"Let me turn over," I said. "Do some on my stomach."
There was absolutely no reason for my request that could be justified I could have easily reached that part of my body all by myself, and he knew it as well as I did. That's what I wanted.
Now I was looking him right in the eyes. His face was even more handsome than I'd remembered. My bikini bra still covered my boobs, but it was all askew and was giving him plenty to look at. He still couldn't see the nipples, but my tits aren't small by any means, and the way they were rocking and rolling on my chest made him stare at them no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
I was feeling very hot for fucking and I'm sure my expression must have shown it. The movements of his hands on my stomach caused a slow smile to cross my face and I didn't try to hide it. I was feeling so languorous and sexy that I couldn't help beginning to move my body in a slow but unmistakable rhythm.
His face was beautiful to see. He was dying to get my clothes off and spread my cunt lips with his prick, but didn't quite have enough confidence to carry out his desires… I imagined his mouth must be dry from the hunger he felt for my body.
"Go ahead and take it off," I told him. "You want to see them, don't you? Then take my top off and look."
His tongue darted across his dry lips and he said, "You… you mean it? Jesus, can I-"
"They're soft, fellow," I told him, "and they're hot. My nipples are hard from what you've been doing to me. Go ahead. I want you to see them.
Take a look at what you've done to me."
His fingers trembled u he lifted off the scanty top. He took a deep breath as he gazed down at what I had to offer and. I was very proud to have him see it. I should have been-I knew exactly what he was getting a look at. I may be vain, but the truth is I've always had a fine pair ever since they started growing when I was about eleven years old. I've checked them out in the mirror darn near every night since then, not to mention cupping my hands over them and playing with them when I was alone in bed and feeling especially sexy. There have more than a few hot little hands on them, and I haven't had any complaints.
I was pretty sure he couldn't have seen any so fine at his tender age, and I was equally sure he was only about fifteen. It's trite, I thought to myself, I'm getting to be a "dirty old woman." But I don't care-I love it! If I'd known what I'd been missing I'd have gone in for boys younger than me a long time ago.
He started in by running his hands over my tits real lightly and gentle-like, but I was so horny I wanted him not to hold back any of his love.
"They won't break," I told him, "go ahead and feel me up good. I'm sure you've been wanting to."
It was as though I'd plugged in some electrical appliance. The kid kneaded my boobs like dough, and began rubbing his fingertips all over my nipples and the dark areola around each one. Be was. so eager and so virile about the way he was doing it that I wanted his hands on me in a much more intimate place than my tits.
"Take my panties off," I said, breathing hard. "Go ahead. I want your fingers between my legs."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and desire at my words. He hooked a forefinger in the waistband and slipped them down my thighs.
Before he reached my knees with them I said, "Don't bather to take ‘em all the way off. I can't stand to wait. Go ahead and put your hands on it. It's so hot I want you to finger-tuck it right now. Play with it, rub it, do anything you want. I can't wait."
He made a noise like a head of steam blowing off and went to it. He stuck a finger in through my hairy bush and when he felt how wet and ready for him I was, he took his other hand off my tit and used it on me too.
"Lover," I said to him, "take that thing out of your pants and let me have it. I want your bands on my tits, and your cock in my pussy, and your tongue in my mouth and… oh skit, I want to be fucked… I want to be fucked."
He was a little awkward about it, but somehow that only made it more exciting to me. He jammed his swim suit off his ass with one hand and got it all tangled up between his knees, while his other hand was spreading open my cunt and making me ready for his rod. It was a nice one-nice and thick, with a fiery-red head, a beautiful shaft that looked good enough to eat, and a foreskin peeled back all the way and ready for action.
"Stick it in me, lover," I cried, "God, how I want it!"
I've had bigger ones, but the kid's enthusiasm and youthful power more than made up for any shortcoming in size. The big fat head slipped past my pouting lips and pushed the walls of my cunt apart with a fantastic drive that made my ears buzz and sent a charge up my spine like DC current.
"Oh God, that's what I need, lover," I exclaimed, "do it to.me. Oh do it to me!"
He wrapped his arms around me and I felt a wonderful surge of passion as his hard chest pressed tightly against my tits and his tongue shot into my mouth. I returned his attentions measure for measure and Frenched him back, winding my hungry tongue around his like a snake. I rubbing my damp belly against his and threw my arms around his back with wild abandon. The wonderful wet pressure of his prick inside my pussy made me jam my ass in the sand, and work my crotch against him like a bitch dog in beat. Every time he sank that lovely shaft into my snatch, I rose to meet hint. I slid my hands down his back and grabbed him by the cheeks of his ass so I could get a better grip, then squeezed my legs together on his tool so.1 could milk every bit of pleasure I could.
I was very near climax and I knew it well. I wasn't going to let the kid go ‘til he had brought me off and shot a load of come into my hot fuckhole that would fill me up and give me what I need. I had a suspicion that be just might not be able to keep it up for too without coming, since he was so young, and I hoped and prayed he'd last long enough to satisfy me.
"Oh give it to me, lover," I cried out, "fuck the piss out of me. Oh my God, sock it to me, sock it to me, lemme have it… lemme have it… lemme have it all!"
At that instant I was able to hit my peak and experience a wonderful satisfaction. I was so overcome by it that I must have unconsciously squeezed his prick extra hard with the muscles of my hungry cunt, because he promptly fired off a hot gob of come and fell forward on me like a dead man.
I didn't want him to get up, even though his hard-on was leaving him fast. I kept my arms around his back and held my legs together on it as it grew smaller, savoring every second. When it got small I put my hand on it and started jacking it off. I rolled out from under him and he turned onto his side. I think he was pretty embarrassed now that it was over. His pitiful little cock was covered with come, and even had thick white drops of it in the hair around the base.
I quickly showed him he shouldn't be ashamed of how it looked to me.
"Just lie still," I whispered to him, "I want to get rid of that stuff for you."
Before he knew what hit him, I dropped my face to his crotch and had my mouth on him. I like eating a guy as well as anyone, but there was something special about this particular time. Maybe it was because the kid was so young and his jism was so rich and white and sexy-smelling, or maybe I got some kind of perverse thrill out of seeing it all messy and sticky the way it was. I don't know. What I do know is that I enjoyed licking him more than I ever had in my life. The stuff tasted wonderful in my mouth. I couldn't get enough. I licked his cock and balls clean and even sucked the jism off his tangled mat of hairs. When I got through he was clean as a pin. There was another effect, too. His prick was hard as a rock again. I was so intent on the separate pleasure of licking and tasting his come that I hardly noticed how it was growing. When I felt the bead swell stiffly against my cheek I was as surprised as I was delighted. I should have known a, kid his age would be able to raise a hard again real fast especially with the attention I was giving him. But I was enjoying myself so much I forgot about the extra pleasure of having him hard again.
"Think you can come again?" I asked him. I was breathless. The suck job had stimulated me as much as it bad him, it seemed, because my pussy was hot again and I could feel my love juices begin to flow.
"I think so," he said.
He started to roll back in the saddle but I stopped hint. For some reason I wanted to do it differently this time. Mid I also wanted to have him go after my cunt in a different way.
"Then let me jerk you off this time by hand," I said. "You'll like how I do that."
"Really?" he asked. "That what you want to do? Would you rather do that than have me put it in you again?"
"Yeah," I said, "lemme do it that way."
I already had my hand working on him. He loved it, of course, and made no attempt to change things. But that wasn't all I wanted. I felt a great sense of power over him for some reason, and I wanted to exercise it.
"And do me the same way, will you?" I said, putting my words more in the form of a statement than a' question. "Frig me by hand too. You've done it before, haven't you?"
"Sure," he said, a bit puzzled by my preference~ but quite willing to do it the way I wanted.
He tweaked my hairs and began to rub the wet folds of my pussy between his thumb and forefinger. It felt great, but my steam was rising fast and I wanted more done in a hurry.
I kept my band going on his prick and told him to concentrate on my clit more. He left off masturbating my lips and started feeling around for my cut, but be was doing it too slowly, I used my free hand to guide him there.
"Here, love," I whispered. "Here. Frig me right there. ‘Ah, that's it. That's it right there. That's fine. Oh yeah, that's beautiful, that's what I need."
The sweat was running off my tits like crazy and my thighs were beginning to tremble from desire. What I wanted was going to pop me off so sweet I could hardly wait.
"Now lemme feel your mouth on it," I told him. "Go down on me, all right?"
He hesitated a little, but I was sure he'd do it if I pressed for it a little. "Come on, eat me out," I said. "You've licked a girl's cunt before, haven't you? Go on and lick mine." I was high as a kite.
His slight pause ended, and he ducked his head to my naked lap. I spread my legs and egged him on.
"Oh yeah," I encouraged, "that's it. That's ‘the way. Lemme feel your tongue on it."
His fingertips were still busy on my clit, so the double action felt grand. At first he played with my clit by band and ran his mouth around the soft, damp rim of my lips, but when I urged his face higher with my free hand, he understood what I wanted and began tonguing the shiny little joy spot itself. I'd been busy on his cock all along, but when I felt the end of his tongue on my clit I speeded up my hand. I wanted to have it in plain view so I could see the jism come rocketing out when be got his nuts off.
He was so excited he shot off before I was quite ready for it, but the sight of that beautiful come spurting out on the sand and running down my hand was so stimulating it made me have my orgasm faster too. I grabbed his head in my come stained hands and held it tightly against my crotch when I felt it build up inside, and when it came I rammed my cunt against his mouth and experienced the peak of the climax with his tongue plastered snugly against my swollen clit.
We both lay sideways on the sand and did nothing for a few minutes but get our breath back.
"Jesus," he finally said, "that was some kind of fuck."
I didn't say anything. I just lay on my back and savored the afterglow.
"Hey, how old are you, anyway?" he asked.
"Oh, old enough to be your big sister, I guess," I replied. I was amused at his sudden interest in my age. Since he was a Brightwater student I was virtually certain he had laid the meat to girls my age before at some time or other. It was probably a safe guess that he had done it with Kate, in fact.
I wondered if he would mention anything about having tucked an "older woman," but he didn't.
My bantering reply seemed to be enough for him.
"Live around here?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered. But I offered no further information and he didn't push for it. I purposely refrained from revealing that I was a new teacher at his own school. I thought it would be fun to let him run into me in the hall some time and have it blow his mind.
It had been at least a couple of hours since I'd arrived on the beach. I got my things together and beaded for the water. I wanted a nice cool swim before heading on back to my room.
Fifteen minutes of immersion in the Pacific did wonders for me. The cool water was so refreshing I was glad I had taken the time to try it. Even though my hair was a bit dirty from the salt water, my skin felt wonderfully alive and tingly. When I walked home past the rocks where the boy and I had had our fucking he was nowhere to be seen. I wondered idly what his name was, but I knew I'd easily be able to find out later.
That night at dinner I sat again with my usual group, Kate, Carrie and Cliff. Now that I was better acquainted with them, they spoke of things openly that would never have been mentioned otherwise. "Tim told me this morning he hopes be has you for a class, Millie," Cliff said to me.
"Really?" I said. ‘Well, I'm flattered. Maybe he will be in a class of mine."
"He really must have warmed to you when he carried that luggage up for you," Cliff continued.
I couldn't miss the sexual implication in what he said if I took it literally. It was true, of course. The kid had "warmed" to me, and me to him. Same for Petey, for that matter. But how did Cliff know so damned much about it? When I asked him point-blank, Cliff said that the two kids were in his care-group. He added, ‘We're pretty close, you know. They tell me a lot of their secrets."
Kate told him to quit playing around with me and admit how much he knew. Cliff grinned and apologized, and I soon learned everything. Kate was quick to clear things up. She explained that almost all the kids in school were very open with people they trusted, and that nearly everyone's sexual contacts were common knowledge. Cliff had held out telling me he knew, just to tease me. As an extra gesture of good will she admitted she had been in a threesome with a boy and girl that very morning, and said I shouldn't ever be upset at other teachers knowing of any tucking that might take place between me and any of the students in school.
"That's right," said Carrie, "don't let them tease you. Everyone here who has a yen for kids winds up sleeping with them, and no one gives a damn. Don't worry about it."
Coming from her, such a statement was especially welcome. After all, she was one of the few abstainers.
"And how about you," Cliff kidded her, "do you still claim you're completely unmoved by all these good-looking young studs around here? Some day I bet you'll change your tune. One of these kids is going to look good to you one of these days, I'll bet."
"No," she calmly replied, "it's only the grown ones I go for. I can't see anything in these kids."
"She has a boy friend up in Santa Maria that keeps her satisfied," explained Kate. "I think Cliffs right, though. Sooner or later she's bound to get hot pants for one of the kids here at school."
Carrie only grinned and claimed it would never happen. Apparently the subject was one often joked about between the three of them, and I'd be hearing more of it in the future.
Kate told me I was to be allowed to indoctrinate a new student that night, claiming that my scene with Tim and Petey had proven I was "fully capable." She handed me a file and said, "Here's all about him. His name is Bobby. His picture's inside, take a look."
I opened the file folder and did a double take at the picture.
"You… you've got to be kidding," I exclaimed. "This kid doesn't look a day over eight years old!"
"Seven," said Kate. "You missed it a year. He's big for his age."