Jane Fox - The boy teaser

Carol felt the wetness of his ejaculated sperm spread over his crotch. The boy almost jumped to his feet when his cock chat off. She held him down and kept kneading his cock and balls. She could feel his dick jerking wildly as he came, spreading his jizz all over his underpants. She felt sorry for the boy's hard little dick, all crammed inside his pants, forced to squirt in such close quarters. She thought he should let his dick out into the open. She waited until his cock stopped shooting and let him calm down a bit before she went any further with her dirty plans.

"Wasn't that nice. Michael? A boy should feel like that all the time, especially when he's so young and sweet," Carol said, kissing the young kid on the lips. "You mustn't let your mother do things like that to-you. Let Carol do it for you, dear. I can make you feel even better than that. Do you believe me?" she asked, planting little kisses all over the boy's face between words.

Michael was ready to believe anything thebeautiful lady said, although he didn't understand how anyone could feel better than he did now. There was nothing like the feeling that went through him when his cum shot out through his cockhead. And there was nothing like the feeling that spread over him after his cock did its thing. He still couldn't believe that Miss Chambers had jacked him off. And she was still rubbing and squeezing his prick, even though his pants were wet and sticky between his legs. She was too much!

"Your pants are all wet now, darling. Wouldn't it be a good idea if you took them off?" Carol suggested, feeling his still rigid dick.

"You gotta be kiddin'!" the boy gasped, amazed at such a nasty suggestion, his head swimming with dizzying excitement.

"Just let me get your belt unbuckled, darling," she said under her breath as she knelt at his feet, attacking his belt and the snap of his denims.

Carol tugged down the boy's zipper and reached inside his pants to squeeze his wet underpants. She touched her lips to her fingers, tasting the young boy's recently ejaculated fuck juice. She felt his cock and realized that the smallish rod. was far bigger than she had suspected. She immediately felt a strong desire to teach the boy how to fuck her twitching hot cunt.

"We can't let you go home in this state, Michael. Your pants are all covered with that nasty sperm! What would your mother say if she saw you like that? I think we'd better take all your clothes off and wash them for you. I can do that myself, darling. We'll just throw them in my dryer andhave you all cleaned up in no time," Carol smiled, tugging off the eighteen-year-old's denims.

"But I don't have anything to put on," the kid said as she pulled his pants free of his shoes.

"We needn't worry about that, Michael. I've seen young men before. True, it might be just a bit embarrassing for you at first. But I think you'll get used to it. You might even like me after a while!" Carol smiled up at him as she pulled off his sopping-wet, sperm-soaked underpants.

There was little that Michael could do under the circumstances. He sat there until she had completely bared the lower portion of his hairless young body. She began unbuttoning his shirt, too. When she had opened it, she helped him out of it. She let him keep his undershirt out of pity. And besides, she thought, he looked even better that way, the white of his undershirt stopping just at the fast flattening of his groin, stopping just where same finely curled crotch hairs were beginning to sprout.

"Follow me, darling," she said, rising to her feet and carrying the boy's clothes under her arm.

Michael stood up and followed her, his hard pecker bobbing up and down as he walked stiffly after. He felt terribly naked. He knew, however, that he would follow her anywhere she might lead him.

Michael followed his sex-teacher to the washing machine, where she deposited his clothes. He followed her upstairs to her bedroom, too. She was eager to get the boy into her big soft bed and teach him what fucking was really all about. He was anything but eager, and yet he followed her. There was no resisting her almost magical power.

Feeling the urge to display herself as lewdly as possible, Carol raised her dress as she ascended the stairs, exposing her scantily clad butt to the young boy's uncertain gaze. He watched hypnotized as the woman's soft-looking buttcheeks rose and fell beneath the thin material of her panties; He wanted to touch her there on her soft silk-covered ass, but he was afraid, terribly afraid to do such a thing

"Do you like looking at my ass, honey?" she asked softly, looking over her shoulder at the boy. "Perhaps you'd like looking at it even better this way," she added, pushing her panties down over the full cheeks of her ass, letting the wild-eyed boy get a good look at her quivering nakedness. She knew that he could see the tuft of light-blonde cunt hair that showed between the cheeks of her butt as she climbed the stairs. She felt wanton, filled with the wickedest thoughts imaginable, filled with depraved desire for the eighteen-year-old cute young boy, the son of her only lesbian lover.

"If you think my ass is pretty, perhaps you'll like the front of me," she said, turning around again and dropping her dress into place again behind her. "I'll show you my tits and my cunt, darling. Would you like that?"

Michael tried to say that he would like that very much but was unable to utter any sound at all other than a meaningless rasping sound. Carol thought that even the rasping sound the nervousrascal made was cute and exciting. She loved the effect she was having on the defenseless kid.

In her bedroom she was in even more complete control of the boy and his emotions. He stood in a peculiar awe of his surroundings, just as his brother had in her room. Carol noticed the similarity in the young men' attitudes toward the new and mind-boggling world of sex to which she was patiently introducing them. Physically her two young men were quite different. Joey, at nineteen, was considerably more physically developed than his eighteen-year old brother, but then Michael was not as oversexed as his older brother. Michael's cock, although not nearly as large as Joey's, was just as quick to respond to any sexual stimulus. Carol intended to provide such stimuli over and over again until both she and her young initiate were satisfied.

Carol sat on her bed and began rolling her tight thin panties down over her shapely, honey-tanned legs. The boy tried to look away from her but could not control even his eyes. They were soon watching the spectacle unfolding before him on the bed, the spectacle of the lovely next-door neighbor lady undressing wantonly before him. He couldn't resist staring between her legs. Her dress was raised well above her thighs. He stared as more and more of the creamy flesh of her voluptuous body became visible to him. He saw the light sprinkling of downy blonde hair on her cunt come temptingly into view. And when she had rolled her panties down to her knees, the boy could see the whole of her big juicy cunt. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was actually sitting there on her bed showing him her cunt!

"Something tells me you like that, Michael," Carol said, pushing her lace panties down aver her calves and removing them completely, tossing them in the boy's direction, noting with a giggle the surprised look on his face when he caught them. "Soft and smooth aren't they, Michael? Just like my body, lover. Perhaps you'd like to see something else that's soft and warm. Perhaps you'd like to see one of these," she said, pulling her dress quickly over her head and exposing her massive jugs, whose peaks were already stiff and goosepimpled with excitement.

"Don't just stand there, Michael. Come over here and touch my tits, boy. Surely you don't think I'm just going to let you look at them! My heavens, dear, I'm not as mean as all that. I know how badly you want to fondle my tits. Admit it, honey," Carol smiled, seeing how the kid's hairless dick was jerking between his legs now that she was naked.