Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

"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.