Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

Wearing just her silken briefs, she slid onto Tommy's desk. She perched directly in front of him, her feet placed on either side of his chair. Her lovely thighs were wide open. The narrow crotch of her white, pink-flowered panties encased the ripe curve of her pussy. Little black hairs curled into view along the panties elasticized edges.

Susan writhed on her ass, causing the crotch-strip of her briefs to pull this way and that. It narrowed, revealing the plushy edges of her darkly mysterious cunt. The lad gaped.

"Investigate me," she murmured, petting his smooth, boyish face. "Do anything you like."

She waited in expectant excitement as the lad hesitantly lifted a hand, building up his courage. Then he was stroking the silken inner side of one of her thighs. His touch thrilled her.

Tommy's fingers glided up toward the edge of her panties. He encountered some short, curly hairs. He tickled the crease between her thigh and her pussy. Then he was touching her on the crotch-strip of her panties, stroking the silken fabric which stretched tightly around the fullness of her cunt.

Wild excitement made Susan squirm with delight, rubbing her nylon-encased pussy against Tommy's fingers. Moisture sprang from her intimate folds, dampening her panties and seeping through as Tommy rubbed.

"Go on!" Susan demanded. "Hook my panties aside!"

With trembling fingers the lad complied, stretching a panty elastic until Susan's entire hairy cunt was displayed before him. But except for a narrow slice of pink, moist flesh between the slightly parted hair-covered lips, only the organ's outer aspect could be seen. More finger action from the youth was called for.

Susan relieved him of the task of holding her panties askew, hooking the elastic with her own finger.

"Open me!" she exhorted.

The lad touched the slitted center of her cunt with a fingertip, and Susan quivered. He stroked his finger up and down her moist cleft.

"Part my lips," Susan breathed. "Use your thumbs."

The lad did as directed, and Susan's entire sexual beauty opened to him. All pink and moist and delicate she was, with the tip of her clitty thrusting forward above the tiny slit through which she pissed and, below that, the slick-rimmed mouth of her vagina.

Tommy gazed in excited awe at his teacher's cunt, which his thumbs continued to hold open. His upthrust pecker quivered as it protruded from the fly of his pants.

He wanted to touch Miss Campbell inside, and she had told him to do anything he liked. He placed his finger between the lips of her pussy and let those velvety folds snap shut around it. He tickled Miss Campbell's pea-like bump, then slid his finger downward and into the tight, slippery hole he had fucked the day before.

Susan shuddered passionately. Tommy felt her pussy contract ripplingly on his finger, which he pushed all the way up inside her. He stared down at the hairy lips against which his other knuckles pressed. He stroked his finger up and down in Miss Campbell's cunt.

She panted and writhed, fucking against the youth's hand.

"Wowwww!" he exclaimed, and laughed in his excitement. He had found a new way to play.

He wasn't afraid of Miss Campbell any longer. Even the hairy thing between her legs didn't frighten him, now that he had looked at it closely inside and out and had discovered how to play with it.

He circled his stiff finger in Miss Campbell's grabby hole.

"Oooooh!" she whined throatily, writhing. Her shapely tits wobbled and quivered.

Tommy used his free hand to toy with those lovely, ruddy-tipped bulbs. He squeezed and shook the titties.

He was becoming quite bold, Susan realized in her excitement. This pleased her, but it made him seem more like the older guys she had been with, also. Plainly Tommy was growing up.

He still was only thirteen however and fresh-faced… and almost innocent, despite his new-found audacity.

"We're going to… move up to my desk," Susan said, finding it difficult to speak while Tommy diddled her. "Come along."

She eased his hands away from her. The lad obviously was reluctant to give up her warm, moist cove and jutting globes, if only for a few moments.

Susan let her panties snap back over her snatch and slid off Tommy's desk. She turned and strode to the front of the room, feeling extremely wanton as she walked through her classroom in just her panties. She let her hips roll suggestively, knowing that Tommy's eyes were on her panty-clad ass.

The lad got up and followed, his prick sticking out and upward through the front of his jeans.

Susan turned at her desk and faced him. She slowly stripped down her panties.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, too," she suggested, her voice containing just a tinge of huskiness. "That way, we can be more free with each other."

As Tommy began to comply, Susan turned her back to him once more, this time showing him her bare ass. She bent slightly forward, pushing all the articles on her desk over to a far comer. By the time she had finished and faced the lad, he was nude… except for his socks. He had kept them on yesterday also, she recalled. Well, no matter. Socks didn't get in the way.

Susan sat on the edge of her desk and spread her thighs. She merely perched on the fleshiness of her buttocks, letting her cunt more-or-less hang forward, over the desk's rim.

"Now, dear, you get down on your knees," she told Tommy, her voice trembling slightly as she thought about what she hoped would happen next.

"But… but…"

Susan smiled warmly. "You'd like to look at me even more closely, wouldn't you?"

That sold Tommy. Looking was lots of fun, and it didn't require anything of him. He still wasn't altogether sure of himself with a woman. Yesterday Miss Campbell had done everything. Tommy didn't know just how to proceed on his own.

He knelt. His face was between his teacher's thighs, but well back from her pussy. Without being told this time the lad opened her pussy lips.

Susan laughed softly and caressed his golden head. Gradually her hands moved from mere caressing to grasping hold. Gently but commandingly, she drew Tommy's head forward.

Her excitement mounted as his face neared her open cunt. At first Tommy was so mesmerized by stating at her pink intimate flesh that he didn't realize what was happening. Then suddenly he was aware that he was smelling his teacher's cunt. There wasn't anything bad about it, but it was different and kind of funny. He was very close to her cunt by that time. Why his mouth was almost touching it!

"M-Miss Campbell!" he exclaimed in alarm. "Aahhmmmghfff!"

Susan had given a quick tug on the back of his head, and his face was pressed right into her flesh! His mouth was kissing her pussy!

"Ooooh, that's it, darling!" she cried passionately. "Lick it! Suck it! Make love to my pussy, dearest!"

The lad was befuddled, but extremely excited, also. He had never thought about pressing his mouth to a girl's or woman's thing. He would have shied away from it if he'd had the choice. But now that it was happening, he found it wasn't so bad. It wasn't any worse, he guessed, than Miss Campbell's sucking of his prick yesterday.

He gently twisted his head, licking tentatively at his teacher's cunt as he breathed in her strange, musky scent. He tasted her, and didn't find that exactly bad, either.

Tommy's face became wet as Susan's liquid passion gushed onto him. She crossed her legs around the back of his head. She worked her hips, grinding her open, throbbing cunt against his mouth.

The lad slithered his tongue into her hot, slippery hole.

Susan's fondest dream was coming true, and she thrilled beyond words. She felt as if she were off the earth, in a rarified realm of pure delight.

She lay back on her desk, supporting herself on her elbows. This permitted her to lift her ass and move it more freely, suspending herself from her legs wrapped around Tommy's head. The lad's face was thereby forced even more firmly into her wet, flowing twat. He couldn't have gotten away if he'd wanted to. He could scarcely breathe, with his nose buried in Miss Campbell's aromatic bush.