Jane Fox - The boy teaser

Carol was instantly addicted to the taste of the young boy's cream. She knew then and there that she would have to taste his precious spunk again and again. She knew then and there that She would have to guide the boy through the world of sexual pleasure, no matter what obstacles lay before them on their taboo journey. She let the kid's dick jerk up from her fist, still rock-hard and pulsating with hot blood. She wanted to lick the sperm from his cock, wanted to suck the last remaining droplets into her mouth. But she was afraid to go too far with him at first, afraid that he might break and run, afraid that the ridiculous teachings of his prudish parents might rise to the surface again and ruin her fun. She had to keep her hold on the boy.

Carol thought that Joey would fall on her, his legs were suddenly so weak. She nearly had to hold the kid up. She stood up slowly, her pussy still burning with lust for him. She reached down in front of the young kid and pulled his trunks up over his hairless young legs. She tucked his barely softening hard-on inside his tight damp trunks and tugged them up around his naked ass. She let the waistband of his trunks snap against the head of his dick, which stuck out a good inch or so above the elastic band. He jumped when he felt the material snap against his sensitive knob.

"Something tells me you liked that, Joey dear," Carol said, kissing the boy behind the ear.

"Oh, Jesus!" the boy cried. "I don't believe it! I must be dreamin'!"

"Not at all, dear," she whispered in his ear. "This is real, very real. But we mustn't go too far all at once, Joey. There are many other exciting things you need to learn about women and what women can do for nice strong men like you."

"Do you really mean it? I'm awful scared," the boy admitted, hiding his face in Miss Chambers' soft inviting jugs.

"Don't worry, dear. Everything will be wonderful. Just don't breathe a word of this to anyone," she cautioned gently.

"Are you kiddin'? I won't say anything. Jesus! Mom and Dad would kill me!" Joey whimpered.

"Such silly people they must be, dear," Carol smiled, walking the trembling boy to the door. "You just run along now. If you come back tomorrow, I'll show you a few things about women that you might like to learn. Will you come back, Joey?" she cooed.

Joey nodded his head violently and broke into a nervous run across the patio, through the gate and down the street to his house. Carol knew that she had him hooked.

Carol had prepared herself well far Joey's impending visit. She had dressed in her sexiestnegligee and had perfumed her gorgeous body with spicy fragrances that she knew would excite the boy. She had never felt more enticing, had never felt more feminine, more wildly exotic. Her cunt had never felt more alive, had never itched for a fuck so intensely.

Carol hadn't slept too well that night, having been troubled not by her conscience but by thoughts of the possible consequences of her seduction of the young boy whose sperm she had taken so eagerly the afternoon before. She knew that there were laws against such things, social as well as legal. She knew that no one, especially the boy's parents, would understand her motivations should she be found out. She had always thought the Mastersons to be open-minded and eager to enjoy the delights of fucking and sucking. They attended swap parties and the like, or so Joyce had confided in her. But their attitude toward their Sons and their sex lives was a bit silly. The boy actually thought that sex was a terrible thing! Carol tried to imagine the Mastersons' reaction to the things she had done to Joey, but she couldn't quite put herself in their positions. And she hadn't even begun to teach the kid the joys of fucking! She knew that she and her boy were destined to be more and more completely enmeshed in the web of sexual depravity that she insisted on weaving around them.

There was a certain excitement in the element of danger surrounding her activities with young Joey, a peculiar excitement that made little shocks surge through her. It was vaguely like the feeling she hadhad when her father had shoved his gigantic hard cock into her little Eighteen-year-old cunt, unpleasant and yet vaguely satisfying.

Although she hadn't slept peacefully, Carol was refreshed and ready for the boy by the time he finally put in his appearance. It was late in the afternoon before she heard the gentle tapping at her patio door. She had thought the kid hadn't been able to get up enough nerve to visit her, especially since he knew what she had iii mind for him. She had almost given up on him until she heard the nervous tapping and saw his handsome young face peeking in through the half-open sliding glass doom. By the tousled look of his longish blond hair she guessed that he had been running.

Carol had been sipping a brandy at the bar, her negligee parted and her crossed legs exposed, looking her best, looking her most seductive, looking it and feeling it. She had no intention of letting the young boy out of her little trap until he was exhausted, until he had satisfied her as no male her own age ever could, until she had drained every last drop of cum from his teenage balls, until her pussy had flashed a dozen times.

She rose like a vision in a dream and moved as if on a cloud towards the patio door. Poor young Joey stared at her in disbelief. She was even more beautiful today than yesterday. Or perhaps today he wasn't as afraid to look at her, wasn't as afraid to let himself drink in her beauty. Her huge out thrust tits bounced slightly as she walked towards the boy. He kept his eyes on the slightly dark areolas that showed through the thin materialof her negligee. He saw that her nipples, which made little peaks in the pink garment, were as stiff as they had been the day before. He wanted to ask her why they got so hard like his cock, but he was afraid to say anything yet. He wanted to ask her lots of things that he had wondered about for a long time, things that his buddies had hinted about, things that some of his friends had mentioned about sex, and things that he suspected they had very little knowledge of. He wanted to ask her many things but somehow he knew that he would find out soon enough, whenever she was ready.

The boy let his eyes fall between her long lovely legs. As she walked, her legs parted the front of her garment. He could see her cunt! He almost went out of his mind. He thought he might break and run. Before he had a chance to change his mind and chicken out, he felt her hand on his shoulder.

"I thought you'd never make it, Joey," Carol whispered, leading her young boy into the living room. "But you're here now, darling. Are you ready to learn a few things?"

"I guess," the boy said, sitting down on the sofa, looking anything but secure, his eyes darting over the nearly naked woman who stood before him. "What're you gonna do?" he asked, instantly wishing he hadn't asked it.

"Oh, I don't know exactly, darling. I think we should play it by ear, don't you, lover? I think I should show you my body first, Joey. I take it that you've never seen a woman's body," Carol said.

"Gosh no!" the kid said, his voice catching.

"Why don't you just sit back and enjoy looking at me, lacy?" Carol said, gently pushing him backwards.

When he was slouched down in the sofa, she quickly reached between his long young legs and unzipped his pants in one fluid movement. He straightened up when he felt her fingers so close to his prick. She put her hand on his shoulder again and pushed him back again.

"Don't worry, darling," Carol crooned. "I just want to make you comfortable. Why don't I just unbuckle your Levi's and spread them out for you? There, that's better. Isn't that more comfortable?"

"Gosh, Miss Chambers!" the boy gasped. "Are you sure you want me like this?"