Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

Though her cunt, and particularly her clitty, weren't receiving any direct stimulation, Susan nevertheless quickly reached the threshold of orgasm. She drove her mouth deeper down around Chuck's quivering dork, taking the organ into the hot, tight opening of her throat. Because she loved it so much, she didn't gag. At the same time, Fred was fucking her savagely in the ass – really driving his skinny, steel-stiff dick into her for all he was worth.

Susan began to cum. Her asshole spasmed hotly around Fred's stroking cock. She sucked wildly on the other prick which was sticking into her throat. She vibrated from head to hips.

Fred was the first of the two men to let go, sending hot spurts shooting deep in Susan's bowels. This heightened her orgasm, making her thrash between the two pricks which penetrated at both ends. Chuck's quivering cock discharged in her throat, sending its spurts straight down that spasming channel into her stomach. She couldn't handle such a thick, gushing torrent without gagging, and was forced to back up so that she could swallow. She continued to hold Chuck's cockhead in her mouth, and she champed on that rubbery bulb as it kept spitting, splashing his gooey semen over her tongue. She got the full taste of his product in that way and was able to enjoy its, musky scent. Continuing to climax ecstatically, Susan drank his semen down.

Fred pulled out of her ass with an audible pop, and it felt to her as if a Mack truck had just driven through there. Her sphincter closed slowly. She raised her mouth from Chuck's cock, licking her lips.

It had been a strange climax in a way, with no prick up her cunt. But it had been strong and fully satisfying.

In a physical sense.

However, Susan still hadn't achieved what she really wanted, what she felt was right for her, and the substitute passion had piled guilt upon guilt.

In her room, that evening, when she had a chance to think about it, she decided that substitutes would no longer suffice. She would have to take what she really wanted! Her experiences of the last few days with grown-up men had given her the courage and had relaxed her inhibitions sufficiently so that she could do it, she felt.

Tomorrow, she vowed, she would make young Tommy Lanson!

And not merely make him. She would take him to paradise!

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.