Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

Susan's sexual re-awakening of the day before – and the hands, and at the pricks, of Rusty and Chester – had, far from discouraging her interest in young boys, whetted it. Her guilt over Rusty and Chester was an important factor. It was wrong to have sex with men, her childhood impressions continued to tell her, but to be with young boys was different. That wasn't a sin, so her mother had said.

Responding to a sudden warm rush of desire Susan slipped her arm about Tommy's waist. She thrilled at this contact with the lad's firm, slim body. Tommy obviously felt something also, for he glanced quickly at his teacher and a slight blush came to his smooth cheeks.

She smiled at him. "What's the matter? You're not shy with women, are you?"

What am I SAYING? Susan wondered wildly. I shouldn't be talking to a student like that!

But nothing could stop what had been started. It was like yesterday with Rusty and Chester… but so wonderfully different! Susan was hot – so hot she could hardly stand it.

"I don't know if I'm… shy or not," Tommy said, looking at her strangely.

Though he had just turned thirteen, and had yet to experience a sexual release, the lad had frequent erotic feelings… and many hard-ons. Girls his own age excited him. Women did, also – particularly Miss Campbell.

The bolder boys in her class talked to one another about her titties and her shapely ass. Tommy listened. Sometimes he even joined in. In bed at night he would fantasize about peeping at Miss Campbell when she took her clothes off, watching those gorgeous tits of hers bob into view, and watching as she slid down her panties. Having sneaked a few peeks at girly magazines, Tommy knew what tits looked like – and what pussies looked like, also. Pussies scared him, though. He wasn't exactly sure what to do with them. He knew that guys pushed in with their pricks, but what happened after that?

His fantasies about Miss Campbell always gave him a vigorous hard-on, which he enjoyed immensely. He would writhe against the bed-sheets to provide tactile stimulation. He even would handle himself a little. But nothing ever happened, and his hard-on eventually would slump… or he would go to sleep with it and dream about other things. He wasn't yet quite a man.

"There's no reason for you to be shy with me, Tommy," his teacher said, being carried along by the force of her desire. She drew him closer to her. "You don't, uh, dislike me, do you?"

"Oh gosh no, Miss Campbell!" The boy reddened more. Susan exulted as she realized Tommy was responding to her warmth and nearness. If only she dared to…

She did dare.

Why not?

No one would know. By that time the schoolhouse was empty. The janitor wouldn't show up to make-his rounds for another hour or so.

Giddiness overwhelmed Susan. Knowing she was doing wrong, but unable to stop herself, she twisted on her chair so that she faced Tommy. Still holding him around the waist, she placed her free hand on the front of his snugly-trousered thigh. She felt a tremor pass through the lad. Susan surged. She skidded her hand to Tommy's crotch and boldly fondled his cock and balls through his jeans.

"M-Miss Campbell!" the youth yelped.

His prick instantly grew hard, pushing against the prison of his pants. His cheeks flamed. He was hot all over.

Susan was every bit as heated as he. Her steamy cunt-lips were lathering, dribbling girl-cream onto the crotch-strip of her panties. Her nipples pricked up in her bra. Her throat was tight. She was panting.

The instant hardness of Tommy's youthful cock, which she felt through his jeans, thrilled the long-frustrated teacher. She had to take out that beautiful prick! She had to hold it and look at it. She had to stroke it. She had to HAVE it!

She attacked Tommy's fly with sudden determination, throwing all decency to the winds.

As she pulled down his zipper, the boy became frightened. What was she going to do to him? What was he expected to do to her?

He jerked away from her, backing up on strong legs which had turned rubbery. His fly was open and, as he moved, his hard prick popped out. Responding to its sudden freedom, it soared upward, nearly touching his belt buckle. The clean, bare head swelled.

"Oh, my God!" Susan breathed hotly, and leaped up to pursue the lad.

But he backed against the blackboard and cried, "Miss Campbell, PLEASE!"

Excited though he was, he was begging her not to touch him.

He needs more stimulation. Susan thought wildly. He needs to see what I have for him. If I show it to him, he'll want it. He won't be able to resist. He's mature enough to be horny. That beautiful hard prick of his proves it!

The circumstances gave Susan no opportunity to practice finesse. Tommy was at the point of running, and if she was to bring him around she felt she must act boldly and quickly. Anyway, her own need demanded it.

She lifted her skirt.

Tommy's eyes widened as he gazed at the teacher's bare thighs above her stocking tops, and at her white panties which clung silkily to her pubic mound and gently rounded belly. A shadow of her dark triangle showed faintly through the pale nylon.

"Tommy… look!" she exclaimed, momentarily mad with lust, and stripped her panties down.

The lad's jaw dropped as he stared at his teacher's bushy, dark snatch. This was what had stimulated, yet frightened him when he had guiltily looked at pictures of it; now he was seeing it in the flesh – in the hair and flesh and it frightened him even more.

His up thrust prick quivered, then suddenly fell limp and he ran to the door, without looking back. He stuffed his penis back into his clothes and zipped up as he feverishly left the room.

Susan stood staring, with her panties around her stocking tops and her skirt obscenely elevated. At that point she could scarcely believe what had happened – what Tommy had done or what she had done, either. It was as if she had been demon-possessed and he, sensing her evil, had run from it like the innocent creature he was. She felt horribly ashamed and wicked. Worse than that, she felt frustrated as never before in her life.

She pulled up her panties and let her skirt drop.

"Hey, what happened in here, teacher? My kid brother lit out like he had a scalded tail. Don't tell me you gave him a whipping."

Susan stared, at the tall, rugged redhead who stood in the open doorway, grinning insolently, his legs planted apart, the front of his snug jeans bulging with his manly attributes.

"You look kinda funny, too," Rusty went on, squinting at her. He continued to grin. "I'll bet you were whipping the tyke!"

Susan couldn't speak. She could only stare at the crotch of Rusty's pants. Her eyes remained riveted there as he walked toward her, a fact which the man couldn't fail to notice.

"Y'know, I just stopped by to ask you out tonight," he said, his tone turning husky. "But I don't guess I'll have to do that. A girl like you don't have to be bribed with no dinner and a picture show, do you?"

Trembling, Susan dropped to her knees in front of the dominant male. She needed to do penance for what she had attempted with Tommy. And more than anything else, she needed a cock.

She clawed at the fly of Rusty's pants.

She heard him catch his breath and felt his legs grow tense. She pulled out his prick, which hung like a bulb-ended salami – not limp but not yet rigid.

Susan's brain spun with the thought of what she was about to do. She had never seriously intended to do it, but the idea had teased her many times, as it did most girls. Suddenly now she felt she had to perform the act – like it or not, even if it made her sick.

She lifted Rusty's long cock toward her lips, feeling the responsive organ stiffen in her encircling hand. She stared at Rusty's bare, rosy bulb as it grew. Her nostrils dilated as she breathed in his prick's musky fragrance.