Jane Fox - The boy teaser

"Gosh, Miss Chambers, thanks," Michael said, his voice a bit weak.

The way Miss Chambers was looking at him was driving him nuts, scaring him in a way he'd never been scared before. It seemed that she could see through him, that she could read his mind or something. There was something about that look that struck him as naughty. He wished she wouldn't look at him that way. He quickly looked away from her and all but ran over to the settee, getting behind it and pushing it to the place she indicated. She didn't seem too concerned with the settee, and still she kept looking at him that way. His discomfort grew and grew.

"Is this all right, Miss Chambers?" Michaelasked, looking down at his feet, feeling embarrassed for some reason.

"What? Oh, yes, that's just fine, darling. You moved that so easily, Michael. I tried to move it myself and hurt my ankle dreadfully. I think I turned it in the process," Carol said, sitting on the settee and taking off her shoe.

"Me you okay?" Michael asked, looking at her foot, which she rubbed gently.

Michael thought Miss Chambers had awfully pretty feet, so soft-looking and so dainty, just like his mother's. While she rubbed her ankle, she raised her dress up past her knee. Michael couldn't help looking up her dress. He hadn't seen what was hidden under a lady's dress before. His mother never raised her dress very high, at least not when he was around. And there was something about the way Miss Chambers raised her dress that made him stare at her. It was as if she actually wanted him to look. But that was impossible!

Carol realized that she was catching the young boy's interest with the increasing exposure of her lightly tanned silken leg. She had found it easy to attract the attention of the Masterson men. They all seemed to have an innate interest in fucking. All they needed was a bit of a push in the right direction. Someone had to give them that push, Carol decided, and it might just as well be her.

She raised her dress up well past her knee, exposing more than a proper expanse of naked feminine flesh. She continued to massage her ankle, soothing a nonexistent pain. She gazed at the bay imploringly with a look that could onlyevoke the deepest sympathy.

"My ankle really hurts dreadfully, Michael. Do you think you could rub it for me? You have such sensitive-looking hands. Perhaps you'll become a doctor when you grow up. Perhaps you have the healing touch, darling. Will you massage my poor ankle, Michael?" Carol asked, looking her irresistible best.

"I dunno, Miss Chambers," the frightened young lad said. "Do you really want me to?"

"Of course, dear," Carol replied. "Can't you see I'm in terrible pain? Doesn't your mother massage you when you hurt yourself?"

"Gosh no-not very often anyway!" Michael said, looking down at his feet.

"But she has done it?" Carol asked, noticing a peculiar nervousness in the young boy's manner. "What's the matter, Michael? Does it bother you to talk about being massaged? I wonder why?"

"Oh, heck, nothing, n-not really." The boy stuttered, beginning to shuffle his feet, unable to look the lovely woman in the eye.

"We'll have to get to the bottom of this later, Michael my dear. In the meantime would you please rub my foot for me? Come on now, Michael, be a gentleman. A lady in distress you know," she smiled.

Carol reached out and took the boy's trembling hand in hers. She looked deep into his eyes, eyes that betrayed the wicked thoughts that were racing through the innocent boy's own mind. She knew that his innocence, like Joey's was only due to lack of sexual experience. She could see that the kid thought about fucking all the time. This confrontation with a sultry feminine charmer was making him terribly tense and self-conscious. She loved that look of childish self-consciousness, loved the foot-shuffling, loved the bobbing of the boy's Adam's apple, loved the quick shifting of his glittering blue eyes, loved the way he kept brushing his light-brown hair out of his eyes nervously. She had to fuck the good-looking boy, had to teach him the joys of sex just as she had taught his brother.

Carol drew the kid towards her. When he stood before her looking totally innocent and scared nearly to death, she put her hand firmly on his shoulder and pushed downward insistently. The boy resisted at first, just like a puppy. When he succumbed to the pressure of her light but insistent feminine hand and the dark hypnotizing fire in her lovely eyes, he fell to his knees before her, looking up at her beseechingly.

"Michael, my little lover, you seem afraid of me," she smiled wickedly. "There's no need to be afraid, Michael. All I want you to do is massage my sore ankle." she said, crooking her leg and holding her foot up by his face, knowing perfectly, well that he could see all the way to the crotch of her damp panties, panties which clung to the parted lips of her aroused cunt.

Michael felt more excited than he had the first time he'd gotten a hard-on, and much more afraid. Miss Chambers was so scary that he could hardly look at her, scary in a way he had never experienced before. There was so much of her allof a sudden, so much of her that he hadn't seen before. She had big boobs swelling under the front of her dress. He hadn't even noticed that before. And she had long, soft-looking legs, legs that were even prettier than his mother's. He hadn't noticed her legs before, either. And she had that thing between her legs that all the men talked about and that he had always wanted to see. He could almost see it now. In fact, he knew that he could see it if he had the nerve to look up her dress. It was awfully dark up there, he knew, but he knew that he could get a good look at it, if only he wasn't so scared. He didn't dare let her think he was looking at her there.

"Well, aren't you going to massage my foot, darling? Or would you rather just sit there looking up my dress?" Carol said sweetly.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Michael cried, knowing that he had been caught peeking between the luscious lady's legs. "I wasn't! I didn't!"

"Of course you did, Michael. You looked right between my legs. You wanted to see my cunt!" she said, emphasizing her last word.

"Oh, God! I wouldn't do that! Really!" the boy sobbed.

Carol still held her foot near his handsome smooth face. She touched the side of her perfumed foot to his cheek. She saw a little tear beginning to form in his eye and wiped it away with her toe.

"Don't worry, Michael dear," she said, looking sympathetic. "It's not the end of the world, Michael, at least it doesn't have to be. Do you know what would happen if I told your motherand father that you were looking up my dress? Do you know how terrible that is, darling? Do you know how embarrassing that would be?" she said, suddenly feeling the powerful position in which she had placed herself.

"Please don't tell Mom and Dad!" the boy cried. "They'd kill me, Miss Chambers! I didn't mean to! I didn't! I couldn't help it, Miss Chambers!"

"Yes, darling, I understand," Carol sang. "I realize that you couldn't help yourself. You're just a curious boy, like all men your age. You were curious about my twat, weren't you, Michael?"

"I guess. Jesus, I couldn't help it!" he sobbed, her dirty words making him feel awfully strange.

"I suppose you wanted to see if my cunt looked the way you'd always imagined, Michael. Have you seen pictures of a woman's cunt?" she asked, her own voice exciting her more and more by the minute.

"Pictures? God, no! Of a… a woman's…?" the boy stumbled, his eyes wide, his jaw slack.

"Of a woman's cunt. Of her cunt, Michael. C-u-n-t! Come now, my boy, we all know about cunts. Your brother has some pictures of a woman's cunt, your brother Joey. Doesn't he let you see them?" she asked, feeling wicked.

"Joey? No! I mean, I know he has 'em. But he never lets me look at the pictures. He says…" the kid began, his words tumbling out of his mouth all by themselves now.