"Now, tell me, Bill," Carla said, crossing her knees as she sat in her office chair. "What is it your mother wants you to see me about?"
Bill slumped awkwardly on the couch, looking sheepishly around the office. "I dunno," he said noncommittally.
"Now, Bill!" Carla laughed at his sullenness. "She must have had some reason for sending you here! I don't charge as much as most therapists, but I'm sure your mother doesn't simply want to throwaway her money. Now, come, come. What do you think that reason might be?"
Bill didn't answer and Carla felt a heat stirring in her pussy as she saw the reason. Bill had suddenly become entranced with looking at her body.
She didn't have an office like a credentialed therapist, and she didn't dress like one either, especially not when dealing with horny teenaged boys. Carla's blouse was unbuttoned nearly to her waist, and her denim mini-skirt rode high up her bare thigh.
Bill obviously hadn't expected his counselor to be wearing a skirt without stockings, and she could see how hard he was studying her bare, milk-white, lightly freckled legs. Carla's pussy itched as she saw the first sign of a hard-on blossoming in the crotch of Bill Harmon's jeans.
"Is it your school work, Bill?" Carla suggested. "Is that what your mother wanted you to see me about? How are you doing in your classes?"
"Okay," Bill mumbled. "I get good grades."
"Well, are you keeping up your chores around the house? It's pretty typical for boys your age to be irresponsible."
"I do my share."
"Well, how about your social life, Bill? How are you doing with girls?"
Bill's expression told her that she'd hit the button. Carla smiled broadly, leaning forward to show him the sides of her braless tits. Yes, yes, trouble with girls. Maybe this beautiful kid was even a virgin! Wouldn't she love to show him how it felt to fuck a nice, juicy cunt?
"That's it, isn't it, Bill? You're having some sort of problem with sex."
"I didn't say that," Bill said uncomfortably.
"Ah, but that's what you were thinking, wasn't it, Bill? Tell me, do you go out with many girls?"
"I don't have a girlfriend."
"Why, that's terrible! A handsome young man like you. You must get pretty horny without a girlfriend, don't you, Bill?"
Bill looked up, obviously surprised by the counselor's use of the word. Carla giggled at him, crossing her thighs high so that he'd be able to see her wispy pussy curls peeking out of the crotch of her panties.
"Don't be shy, Bill. I use words like 'horny' all the time. I use lots of words that your mother might not like. I assure you, everything that happens here is strictly between the two of us. Now tell me something, Bill, how often do you jack off?"
"Wh-what?" Bill gasped.
"You heard me, young man. How often do you play with your prick?"
"That… that's none of your business!"
"Oh, but it is my business, Bill! I'm your therapist, remember? Now answer my question. Lots of boys your age beat their meat – I think that's what you call it. Every morning and night, and sometimes in the afternoon. They're always complaining about getting hard-ons. Do you get, lots of hard-ons too, Bill?"
"I don't know," Bill said shyly.
"Yes, you do, Bill! What's that big thing sticking out of your pants right now?"
Bill glanced abashedly at his obscenely swollen cock, as if it had betrayed him. Carla started to wiggle her ass on the chair, painfully conscious of the wet need burning through her cunt.
"Bill, stand up and come over here!"
Bill was now too embarrassed not to obey her. Rising to his feet, he crossed the small office and stood before Carla's chair. Coolly Carla looked at his crotch, seeing the way his stiff hard-on pushed down the inside of his pants leg. My, my, she thought hornily, young Bill really had a big one.
"Does that big hard-on hurt, Bill? Because it's so big and stiff?"
Bill just stammered at her. Leaning forward, Carla calmly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. Bill just gaped at the redhead as she pulled down his jeans to his knees.
Bill wore no underwear and out bobbed an enormous hard-on, swollen to bursting point with cum and blood. Obscenely the meaty stalk bobbed and twitched before Carla's eyes, leaking jism from the piss-slit. Carla's mouth watered as she anticipated sucking the full load of cum out of young Bill's prick.
"My, Bill, you've got an awfully big, hard cock! It must hurt when it gets so big and stiff. I'm sure this is the problem your mother wanted me to help you with. Would you like me to help you with your problem, Bill?"
Bill gulped and nodded his head.
Carla trailed her fingernails up his thighs, finally wrapping her fist tightly around his cock. The massive prick throbbed violently in her hand. Giggling, the horny redhead leaned farther toward and shamelessly started licking the tip of Bill's cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Bill gasped.
"I'm going to give you a blow-job now, Bill. If you want me to." Carla looked up at him with moist eyes, lazily stroking and tugging his burning cock. "Would you like me to, Bill? Would you like me to suck on your big, fat cock?"
Bill nodded eagerly. Carla opened her mouth wide and made a gurgling sound as she sucked in the first several inches of his hard-on, smacking her full lips hungrily around the stalk. Then her cheeks puckered and she started sucking on it, swirling her wet tongue around the knob.
"Jesus!" Bill gasped.
Dazedly he stared down at her, seeing the spectacle of the pretty older woman with her face stuffed with his cock. It wasn't long before the extreme pleasure of the torrid cocksucking started to get to him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his teenaged prick.
Bill sighed and dropped his hands, curling his fingers into her long, red hair. "Suck it," he whispered. He started to rock his ass in an obscene rhythm, his jeans falling to his ankles as he slowly fucked her face with his rock-hard prick.
It really was a big cock, just the kind of oversized, throbbing hunk of meat that Carla always craved. More sticky pre-cum was oozing out of his piss-hole, and she loved the taste of the sappy, salty fluid as she slurped it up.
Carla was sucking his cock very hard now, and the loud smacking, gurgling, kissing sounds of her blow-job filled the tiny office. Idly she reminded herself how glad she'd been to find this building in the first place – especially when she'd discovered she could get free space just by sucking off the building manager a couple of times a month.
It wasn't necessary, really, but she was glad the old man didn't know that. Carla hardly had to be compensated to suck on a big, juicy prick.
"You're gonna make me cum!" Bill groaned.
Carla took his cock out, of her mouth, watching it throb as she held it in both hands, saliva dripping out of the corner of her lip.
"I want you to cum, Bill," she said softly, her eyes glinting. "You can consider it part of your counseling, if you promise not to tell your mother. I'd just love it if you'd shoot a nice, big load of that hot cum of yours right into my stomach!"
Looking up at him with a vixenish twinkle in her eye, Carla again engulfed his throbbing prick. This time she sucked in even more of it, nearly gagging herself as she pushed the knob past her tonsils. Carla's cheeks flushed brightly as she sucked his hard-on, puckering her cheeks.
"Unh! Mrs. Newman! Unnggghh!" Bill pulled her hair and grimaced with pleasure, fucking his stone-hard cock in and out of her mouth. "I'm gonna shoot it, Mrs. Newman! A really big load! Suck it, suck it, ahh fuck!"
Carla tightened her fingers around the jutting shaft of his cock. She beat his meat furiously, milking and tugging its steely length into her mouth. Harder and harder she sucked, slurping even more loudly. Bill moaned and heaved forward, jamming nearly two thirds of his big prick between her lips.
"Ahhhhh…"
He came then, his cock swelling lusciously on her tongue. A huge stream of spunk rocketed out of his piss-hole, spraying all around the inside of Carla's mouth.
Instantly Carla started swallowing, starved for the taste of his cream. Again and again the white jism spouted out of Bill's hard-on, rushing down her throat. Carla gulped and smacked and gobbled the erupting cock, sucking until she'd pumped the last traces of cum from the crown of his prick.
"Oh, fuck!"
Bill fell to the floor, his pants still bunched around his ankles, still dazed by the intensity of his counselor's wanton cock-sucking. Carla giggled and lifted her ass high enough to pull off her panties, tossing them onto the couch. She wore nothing else under her slitted denim skirt.
Pushing her ass to the edge of the upholstered easy chair, the horny mother lifted her legs and draped the backs of her knees over the chair arms. "Bill," she said softly, as she pulled up her dress. "I've got something for you. Look."
Bill looked up and Carla smiled as she knew the sight his eyes met. The well-hung teen had a perfect view of her red-haired, wide-open, dripping-wet pussy, the lips swollen and pouting with desire.
"Bill, your lesson isn't over yet," she said primly. "Not just any girl is going to be willing to suck your prick whenever you want it sucked, no matter how big it is. Sometimes you have to do something to make the girl happy first."
Carla wiggled her ass expectantly on the edge of the chair. "Bill, why don't you let me show you about pussy-sucking now? I'll bet you're really going to like the taste of my juicy cunt!"
Bill got up on his knees, his cock swelling with fresh blood as he stared at the pink, glistening interior of Carla's pussy. Carla groaned as he thrust his hands under her hips, cupping the ball-bearing cheeks of her ass. Then the young stud buried his head between her legs, gluing his mouth to her cunt.
It took Carla only a moment to realize that some lucky girl had once given Bill an excellent lesson in pussy-sucking. His tongue parted the lips of her pussy slit, making her gasp as he licked the pussy dew from the folds of her aching cunt.
"Suck it, Bill, clean it up good!" Carla cried. Wincing, she cupped the back of his head and excitedly started humping, bucking her ass off the chair. "I guess you already know how to eat out a cunt, don't you? Well, that doesn't mean you don't need a refresher lesson! Lick it good, honey, make it cum!"
Already Carla was humping her ass frantically, and Bill couldn't keep his hands on her bucking ass. Withdrawing them, he glided his fingers up her thighs, making her gasp as the pressure of his fingers joined the hot ecstasy of his tongue sliding up and down her hairy cunt.
Bill stiffened a finger and pushed it into her pussy tunnel. Carla whimpered girlishly and fucked her cunt onto his hand. Bill ground his knuckles onto her pussy opening, spreading the hot need through her loins. Then he shoved in a second finger and jacked off her dripping pussy slit as hard as he could.
"Lick my clitty, Bill!" Carla gasped. Impatiently she reached down and spread her pussy folds with her fingers, making her swollen clit bud pop out of its fleshy hood. "Suck it, suck it good! I need to cum, Bill!"
Bill wrapped his lips around her turgid clit. Carla humped her ass violently, making the chair skitter on the floor. Bill flattened his tongue and brushed it tantalizingly over and across the tingling nubbin, simultaneously pumping his fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt.
"I'm cumming, you fucker!" squealed Carla excitedly. "Suck my cunt, suck my cunt! Unnngghh, suck it harder, Bill! Yes, oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cuuuummmiiinnnnggg!"
Her pussy spasmed violently, the tender lipped cunt throbbing and pulsing on Bill's mouth, holding his finger deep inside her. Eagerly Bill lapped up the pussy oil that streamed out of her, delighting in the taste of the redhead's pussy.
"Ooooh, that was awfully good, Bill!" Carla giggled as she recovered from the strength of her orgasm, hornily wiggling her ass as Bill continued to lick and suck and kiss her seeping pussy. "I ought to give you a special reward for sucking me off so well. Tell me something, Bill. Wouldn't you just love to fuck me?"
Bill sat up and nodded his head, licking a stray pussy curl from his mouth. Carla chuckled and swiftly stripped off the rest of her clothes. Naked, she slid onto the floor onto her back. She looked at Bill expectantly as she wiggled her little ass into a comfortable position and spread her slim, freckled legs as wide apart as she could.
"Fuck my pussy, honey," she whispered.
Bill stepped out of his pants, his mammoth cock rod pulsing obscenely before him. He got into position between the redhead's legs, holding his cock in his hand, aiming the crimson knob at the cunt he'd just finished sucking.
"Ummm, Bill!" Carla grimaced as she felt the spongy cock head pushing into her pussy, gliding between the butter-wet lips of her cunt. "Fuck me good, honey!"
She wrapped her legs tightly around his back and eagerly ground her ass cheeks off of the carpet, pumping her fuck mound onto his cock.
Slowly Bill sank his big prick into her, groaning as he felt the pressure of her slippery cunt walls encasing his cock. Mrs. Newman had a very tight pussy, just as tight as his mother's cunt. But it was very wet, and it was easy to push the thickness of his hard-on all the way into her curly haired cuntslit.
"Make me cum again, Bill!"
Carla felt incredibly horny all over again as the huge cock pushed into her, stabbing into the velvety depths of her cunt tunnel. She crossed her ankles and started humping her ass hard and fast, rhythmically thrusting her burning pussy onto the young stud's prick.
Gasping with the pleasure, Bill buried every inch of his prick into her cunt. He lay on top of her with his cock throbbing wildly, letting it soak in her cunt. Then he pulled out and thrust back in again, and then he started a hard, bone-jarring rhythm, panting on the mother's shoulder as he rammed his stiff prick in and out of her tightly clinging cunt.
"Harder, harder!" Carla gasped. "What a good little fucker you've turned out to be! You've got a nice, big cock, Bill! Make me with it! Oh fuck, I need another cum!"
Bill slid his hands down her slim waist, digging his fingers hungrily into the humping cheeks of her little ass. He spread his knees between her thighs, changing the angle at which his swollen cock speared in and out of her foaming cunt.
Then he started to ream out her pussy much harder, fucking her tender cunt as hard as he could. Carla grimaced and whipped up her ass to meet his strokes, whimpering as his prick rod chafed against her clit with every stroke.
"Cumming, Bill! Keep fucking me! I'm getting so close!"
Suddenly Bill was fucking her even harder, gasping as his balls swung onto the crack of her ass. "I'm cumming, Mrs. Newman! I'm cumming too!"
He collapsed on top of her nakedness, ramming his cock to the balls in her syrupy pussy channel. The second load flooded up from his balls, making his cock pulse and jerk as long streams of cum spurted into the redhead's sopping-wet cunt.
It kept squirting out of his cock like his balls had a never-ending supply of seed. Carla felt the burning spasms starting in her belly as the cum splattered onto the walls of her pussy.
"Cumming, Bill, cumming! Fuck, my pussy's, my pussy's cuuummmiiinnngggg!"
It was a very long, hard orgasm, thrilling her from her cunt to her asshole to her stiff nipples, seeming to pound through her bones. Helplessly Carla shook beneath the driving cock of the horny teenager, cumming again and again. When the spasms finally subsided, she giggled vixenishly and pulled his head down for a long, tongue-sucking kiss.
"Be sure to come back tomorrow for more counseling, Bill," she said. "I'm sure it won't be too much trouble to give you another note for school. And remember – don't tell her anything!"