The morning and most of the afternoon passed quickly for the lovely red-headed teacher. After Alan had gone, Karen spent a little time going over her class roll, and then spent some time with the other teachers in the lounge. For the most part, they talked about how the first day had gone and how eager the children seemed to learn. Although she was the only woman at the meeting, she did not feel uncomfortable. In fact, she felt rather smug in the knowledge that she would be able to teach her students something that none of the men would even dream of teaching. She answered their polite questions about how she liked her first day, and while she politely answered, she knew better than to even consider mentioning the little after-school session she and Alan had. From what she could gather from listening to the faculty and staff, a teacher was pretty much left up to his or her own imagination, and that pleased her a great deal. As long as the children maintained their grades, the staff didn't care how the class room was run. There was a strong hint, though about not discussing such things as sexual education in the class room. Well, thought the shapely teacher, I don't intend on discussing it at all. I intend on experiencing it with my students.
After the meeting, Karen Heller went to her small, one-story house and outlined her lessons for the rest of the week. She was not exactly sure how she would go about fucking the children in her class. Perhaps she could go on a field trip while the weather was still nice. God knows there was enough money in the school fund for something like that. Anything to get her students away from the repressive atmosphere of the school building. The more she thought about that idea, the better it looked to her, and she decided that she would give it more thought… perhaps even talk to the class about it before she approached the staff.
Finally, as evening drew close, she felt the pangs of hunger, and she remembered that, in her excitement, she had forgotten to eat lunch. There was very little in her refrigerator, as she had only been living in the house for two weeks and had taken most of her meals out. When she got her first pay check, she thought, all that will change. Perhaps she could have her students over to her home when she finally felt settled in enough.
After searching through her cabinets she found that she had just enough to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and that thought hardly pleased her at all. It was time to go out again. Well, as long as she was going out, she thought, she might as well take a shower first. That little meeting with Alan had led her pretty sticky in the sultry Indian Summer air, and she wanted to look her best, just in case there were some nice men somewhere in the small town. She hadn't seen any yet, but it was never a good thing to give up so soon. Tonight might be her lucky night.
The shower hitting her lush, alabaster skin made he feel more relaxed, and she noticed that, although the shower stall was fairly small, it would hold her and almost any one of her precious students. That might be a very nice project for one of them, she thought. I wonder what they would think about taking a shower with their teacher. She smiled as she thought of what their parents would think. Finishing her shower and while she toweled down, a frown came to her pretty little face as she thought that it was really a shame that with the school being as free as it was, there was still the strong belief that sex was something which should not be enjoyed. She was glad that she had decided to stay at the school. She would make life better for her students than any other teacher there.
Then she thought she heard something knocking at her door. Straining her ears to listen through the house, she was certain of it. There was a faint knocking at her door, and she was hardly dressed. Well…
Wrapping the towel around her body, she quickly walked through the house and opened the door a small crack. On the other side, she saw a young boy carrying papers. She recognized him as one of her students, although she could not remember his name. She quickly glanced around and saw that he was alone, and she decided that she would give this young boy the same lesson she had given Alan. Opening the door fully, and making very little effort to keep her towel wrapped around her body, she said.
"Well, I remember you from my class this morning. Won't you come in?"
The young boy, upon seeing that she was wrapped in nothing more than a towel, hesitated. "I'm sorry, Miss Heller," he said, his eyes fixed on the jutting swell of her full rounded breasts which were almost exposed as the towel began to fall from them. "I didn't mean to come here while you were taking a shower."
"Nonsense. As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about you," Karen said, smiling as sweetly as she could. She held the door open, and the young boy, seeing that she really wanted him to come into her house despite how she was dressed, walked pass her into the living room, making an effort to not look at her scantily clad form. She closed the door behind him and leaned up against it. Running her eyes up and down his youthful body. He was larger than Alan, and seemed to be more sure of himself, although he was still only eight-years-old and slightly uncomfortable in her home.
"Now, what can I do for you?" she asked, making her voice show him that she was not angry he was here.
"Well… I'm the paper boy for this neighborhood, and when you moved in two weeks ago, I thought I might ask you if you wanted a paper. I never thought you were my teacher."
"I'm very sorry, but I don't remember your name," Karen said, bending her leg enough to make the towel ride up almost all the way to her cuntal hair. She could see that the young boy was looking at her vaginal region now, as though he was expecting to see something. Has he got a surprise coming, thought the curvaceous red-head.
"I'm Billy Niven," he said almost dreamily, his eyes staring unblinkingly at her upper inner thighs.
"Well, Billy, suppose we go into the living room and talk." She walked away from the door, and she could feel his eyes following her as she went to her couch. He had not moved from where he stood, though, and when Karen got to the couch and sat down, she crossed one leg over the other, exposing to the boy's confused lustful gaze and ripe whiteness of her left ass-cheek. She smiled as she saw that he had an erection, and she knew that she was about to give another lesson… one that would be better than the first.
"Aren't you going to come here and sit next to me?" she asked in as teasing a voice as she could. Yes, she was going to go a great deal farther with Billy here. She could see that since he was more sure of himself, it would be more fun for the both of them. "If it will make things any easier for you, yes, I'll take the paper from you." Billy sighed deeply, as though he were trying to overcome some unknown fright, and he fumbled with a small notebook, marking her down for once a day delivery. Then he stood there again, as though he wanted to leave, but was unsure about how he should do it. Karen saw that she had better move quickly before he became so scared that he just ran out of her house. She didn't want to frighten this one away.
"Have you thought at all about what happened to Alan after school?" she asked him, lowering her leg to the floor and walking slowly over to him. She could see that Billy was turning almost white with fright, as though he was gang to be punished for coming to her house uninvited. "I'll tell you that Alan and I had a great deal of fun after school, Billy. I didn't punish him for anything, and I'm not going to punish you now."
Billy was visibly relieved, although he could still not see what she was getting at. "Now… you have to trust me, Billy," Karen said as she came closer to him. "Alan liked what we did, and I would like to do the same thing to you. But before I do, you have to tell me if you want me to."
Billy thought about what she was saying for a moment. The truth of the matter was, he did trust her. The only other woman he knew was his mother, and she was usually too busy to have any time for him. His new teacher was not the same as his mother. For one thing, she was prettier… a lot prettier. And she seemed glad to have him in her home. "All right," he said finally. "If a cry-baby like Alan liked it, I guess I can take it too."
"Good, I know you can," she said. "I'm sure you'll like it as much as Alan did… if not more…"
With that, she reached out to pull his body against hers, and her mouth came down hard to claim his small, tender lips. Billy stiffened with surprise as his face was suddenly buried in the soft mounds of her towel-clad breasts. His hands hung limply at his side as though he did not know what to do with them… or any other part of his body, for that matter. He opened his eyes as Karen held his head against the rising and falling swell of her breasts, and he could see through the top hem of the towel and the pointed, upturned mounds of her large firm breasts, wide-spaced and set high up on her chest. She reached down with her arms and pulled his around her tiny, nipped-in waist, and moved her flat belly in a little to form a small hollow. In his excitement, Billy crushed her delicately feminine body as much as he could in the tiny circle of his arms, and she lowered her head to him again, her lips finding his.
This time, almost instinctively, Billy kissed her back, his throat making little animal-like whines of excitement and tension. He didn't know what to do. No one had ever kissed him like this, and he never expected it… never in a million years. Then he felt her tongue darting hungrily into his mouth, and the taste of it driving through him produced an involuntary jerking in his crotch. And then he noticed that his penis was getting bigger!
That had never happened before. Only once before had he been this close to a naked woman, and that had been in a picture one of the older boys had showed him. Then, as he had gazed at the nude woman, he had felt a funny sensation in the pit of his stomach, but he was feeling something much stronger now. She pulled his hands down to touch the smooth softness of her thighs at the bottom of her towel, and then thrusted her hips against him so he could reach around and fondle the swelling mounds of her buttocks.
Billy was more confused than he had ever been in his young life. He didn't know what was happening, but it scared the shit out of him. His parents had told him that nice people didn't do what his teacher was making him do… but there was something so wonderful about the strange sensations flowing through his body now that he forgot everything they had told him.
He found that even though he had never, ever done anything like this before, he was pulling her tightly against him, and he could feel the lithe muscles of her buttocks working in his tiny hands as she undulated gently up against him.
Then once again she kissed him, and while the feelings of her probing tongue in his mouth were strange, they were at the same time pleasurable.
Then he got the surprise of his life!
Karen broke the embrace and allowed the towel to fall completely from her body. Billy's mouth fell to the floor as he saw his first live naked woman standing not one foot away from him. He was held fixed to his spot on the floor as his eyes moved up and down her naked form as she stood in the puddle of her slightly wet towel with her legs spread apart, her head back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her naked pussy were presented blatantly to his eyes, and the bright red of her vaginal slit glistened with a mixture of wetness from her recent shower and the fluids of passion which were already forming at her pussy lips. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long slender legs were moistening with the juices flowing from her passion-flowered cunt mouth.
"I'm going to let you fuck me, Billy… That's what I did with Alan, in a way, and I want to do the same thing with you. Would you like that?"
Billy's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. His erection was causing him some pain in his pants, and he wanted to touch himself there… but he was afraid.
"You don't have anything to worry about, sweet darling," Karen cooed as she drew him against her naked body. "I know this is going to be the first time for you. I'm sure you'll love it as much as Alan did… Even more. I want to have your penis in my cunt. Would you like to put it there?"
Another question that Billy tried to answer but couldn't. He had never heard a woman talk like this. He had been taught that nice ladies didn't say such things, but he thought Karen was a nice lady. The sensations running through his body at being held against her warm, naked flesh made his stomach tighten. Karen could see that she was moving a little too fast for him, and she pushed him gently away from her body.
"Maybe it would be better to show you what I want you to do," she said. She backed away from him slightly and slowly lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her bright red, curling mound, slowly caressing herself down between her legs. Her nails glistened as they blazed a path through the sparse, red, silken hair. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft shining lips and spread them gently apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny pulsing clitoris. "You see, Billy," she said. "I have something that looks like your cock in my cunt already."
Billy hardly heard her words though. His gaze was mesmerized by what she did next. With her right forefinger, she traced up her cuntal slit until the finger tip came into contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once… twice… sending more rivulets of lubricating down her naked inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower, poised at the lips of her vagina and slipped easily inside up to the first knuckle… the second. She withdrew it again and slid it in again, fucking herself with almost glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster and faster her finger fucked wetly, hotly in and out of her naked, tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations searing through her flesh from her own manipulations, she spoke to the wondering young boy in a low, hypnotic voice.
"This is what I want you to do with your hard little cock, Billy… just what I'm doing with my finger. That's what fucking is, darling, and I want you to do this to me…"
The words… the sights… everything seemed to lash at Billy's young mind, turning it into a swirling frenzy. He sensed that what was happening was the reason his cock was so hard and large… and growing harder and larger against the tightly confining cloth of his pants.
"I can see that your penis is getting hard, and that means you can do it if you want to…"
Billy went numb with confused fright as Karen ceased her finger fucking and moved to him, unbuckling his small pants and dropping them to the floor, his cock springing upward as it was freed from his pants and shorts. Then she quickly removed his shirt and shoes, making him as naked as she was. His swollen little penis was larger than she thought it would be, and she was delighted at that. It meant that she would be getting a better orgasm than when she had finger fucked herself while sucking Alan a few hours ago.
"Oh, Billy, sweet, innocent Billy… your cock is so beautiful," she crooned, stepping back to admire his lust-swollen cock. "I know I'll love having it fucking my cunt as much as you will. Mmmmmm… I can't wait for you to fill me up. You're going to cum, too. I just know you are, and I want you to do that too. I want to feel your fresh hot cum in my pussy…"
Billy could feel his head spinning from all that was happening. Something in the back of his mind told him that what was happening was wrong… that he shouldn't be doing this with his teacher. He could remember the dirty jokes some of the older boys made about pissing between a woman's legs, and he could see now that they were wrong. It wasn't piss he could feel building up in his belly. It was something he had never felt before. He wasn't sure what it was, but he did know that he liked it. He tried to put the guilt out of his mind, something that was made easier because his teacher was being kind and gentle with him. She wasn't laughing at him or teasing him. Although his mind did not know what to do, his instincts took over. Somehow he thought to reach out to her and move his face against hers. She responded by showering hot, moist kisses over his boyish lips, his throat and down along his chest. Then she pulled him against her chest, and he kissed the soft, smooth skin in the valley between her breasts. God…! Oh God… Shit… He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was clumsy in his efforts to embrace her. His arms were stiff with tension, and his whole body was rigid as he tightened his muscles against the ravishing she was giving his boyish body.
"Don't be afraid, Billy," she soothed him. "There's a first time for everyone. I want you to do what ever you feel like doing. Don't worry about what happens. What ever it is, I want you to do it." She breathed into his ear gently, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the tiny crevice, racing along the smooth boyish inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies and located the heated hardness of his eight-year-old penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed completely around his swollen cock. He tried to put himself at ease, as she told him to do, and he was achieving some success. Something in the back of his mind told him to kiss her again, and his small lips pressed against hers. He could feel her tongue battering against his mouth, and he opened it, allowing their tongues to lash and twirl together as if trying to blend into one. Karen crushed the full length of her body against his, believing that if she acted as though he were an experienced lover, he would feel even more at ease. She wanted him to feel as much a man instead of a boy as she could. She twisted slightly, pulling the small boy over astride her, opening her legs wide, and her cunt flared open, eagerly waiting.
The lust-incited young teacher's hands were running wildly up and down along the eight-year-old's body, tracing the soft muscles of his rounded, precious shoulders, the small cleft of his back, the smooth cheeks of his tiny ass, exploring all of him as though he were some new piece of property.
"You see, Billy," she said, "if I let my hands go where ever they want to go… and I want your hands to feel my tits and pussy too."
Billy had been hovering between desire and fright, but the sexually experienced woman could tell that now, something in the eight-year-old boy broke wide open. After all, sex was the most natural thing in the world. There were no lessons to be had, not really. Only the need to overcome the initial fear that generally comes with losing virginity.
Again their lips met, only this time, Billy seemed to be trying to take the initiative. Their mouths melted and their tongues thrust and parried, probing, tasting and ravaging each other as a riotous welter slashed and seared through Karen's anticipating cunt.
Billy's hands finally moved, exploring and moving down her back to the well rounded moons of her smooth supple buttocks to feel them squirm in his palms. Karen's hand slid between them again to feel the pulsingly hard shaft of her student's thick penis. She was delighted to find that it had grown even larger then when she had last touched it, and an extra little thrill stabbed her deep inside when she once again made the electric contact. She moved her hand along the rock-hard young length. Twisting her head aside, she gasped, "God… Billy… I want you inside me… I want you to fuck me quick. I have to have you fuck me with your sweet little cock." The lovely young teacher gasped as she felt the blood-heated warmth sensually, erotically penetrating the palm of her hand which closed completely around it. She could feel it growing even larger in her hand, and with a heightened feeling of lust, she began to explore it with more urgency. She used her nails to scrape gently along its boyish length, knowing that it would give him a violent erotic charge. Her reward came almost instantly. She felt its lustful, expanding throb, accompanied by his moan of pleasure. Again she used her nails to taunt and titillate, and he gasped aloud, the sensations sparking his lustfully swollen penis to jerk involuntarily, and exude a viscous tear of his first pre-cum.
Feeling the pulsing, blood-swollen length hot in her hand, Karen suddenly shifted both hands to the rising shaft of his penis. She squeezed hard and held it for a couple of beats of his pulse. Again Billy groaned, and she began to twist the loose folds of skin along the hardened length, her hands rotating in opposite directions as if she were wringing out a wet towel. She decided that she could very easily treat this eight year old boy as though he were one of her older lovers.
The exquisitely erotic sensations stabbed through Billy's lust-swollen cock like a thousand pricking needles of fire, bringing yet another moan and a short gasp from his lips. He knew now what she had meant when she said she wanted him to fuck her. He wanted to feel his penis there… in between her legs… in her slit that was shiny and wet and warm-looking.
Reaching over, he grasped her under the arms, and she let go of his penis as his arms went around her as much as they could, his hands dropping down to the supple smoothness of her buttocks to feel the silky smoothness of her ass-cheeks. His small fingers kneaded, caressingly, the tender firmness that was so warm and pliant. His actions forced their bodies tightly together, and he found that the tip of his cock was suddenly between her thighs, and being pushed by her own body motions into the thin red curls lining her pulsing cuntal passage. He moved his hips the way a little voice in the back of his mind told him to, thrusting it back and feeling the smooth moisture of her warmly throbbing pussy flow over his heated hardness.
The firmly pointed buds of her erect nipples thrust into his chest as her arms went around him. Then parting her thighs slightly, Karen dropped her hands down to grasp his slim buttocks, pulling him in until their loins met, her bright red pussy hairs meeting the smooth hairless boy-groin, and his cock-head nestled solidly all the way up between her legs in the moist warmth of her pussy. The mushroom shaped head of his penis was taunting the tightly puckered little lips of her anus.
She leaned back away from him, breaking the small circle of his arms, and Billy glanced down between her thighs, still slightly parted. He felt as though he should be ashamed and embarrassed to be gazing so openly at his teacher's sexual treasures. But now there was only the feeling of incredible warmth and desire that burned painfully now in his cock, a gnawing passion and a hunger like no other he had ever felt before.
Karen could sense that he like what he saw, and she responded with a wider spread of her cream-white thighs and an unobstructed view of her trembling pussy lips, now opened fully to his eager and wondering stare.
And she was just as excited as he was. There was a thin line of tell-tale moisture along the rim of her slightly parted cunt-hole, a narrow trail of warm moistness along the slit of her cunt as she exposed herself shamelessly to her young student.
"You're so beautiful and darling," she whispered to him. As soon as she had said them, she wondered if she had made a mistake by making him think that he might be a little boy instead of a man, but she did not have to worry about anything like that. Billy was so wrapped up in the newness of the experience that he hardly heard what she said. A million images flowed through the young boy's mind. Briefly, he thought of getting down on all fours and letting his tongue lick her throbbingly warm little cunt slit, but he did not. All the while, there was only one thought on his young mind: here was a real live naked woman, and he could do anything he wanted to her. He wished he could think of what to do next, though.
Karen grinned up coyly at him, measuring his actions as she moistened her pink lips with the wet tip of her tongue, rolling it slowly from side to side. Her eyes lowered to their intertwined loins, where Billy's boy-cock had slipped slightly out of her cunt-lips. Then she reached out to him and pulled him down onto her, opening her smooth thighs at the same time and then clamping them tightly around one of his legs. Billy gasped at the feel of her incredible body, the enticing firmness of her thighs that squeezed him.
Again their lips mashed hotly together, Billy becoming more and more accustomed to the strange sensations searing through his young body. Karen ground her pelvis harder against his loins, and he could feel her shiver from head to toe as her voluptuous softness rubbed maddeningly against the throbbing ridge of his penis. There was no guilt left in him now… no fear. He wanted her. She had brought out from him the natural desires all humans are born with. His passion was fanned by the lust she blatantly showed for his body… for the satisfying thrust of his now eager cock into the sheath of her shamelessly wanton pussy.
The wet smear from his young, slender penis was streaking against her naked inner thigh, but she did not ease her arousing massage of his eight-year-old virgin erection. With the smoothness of her thigh and the firm, gentle mound of her cunt, the sexually voracious young teacher ground against him rhythmically, teasingly, stirring a strange, hitherto unknown swell of lustful passion in his never before used loins, filling his now swelling testicles with a scathing inferno of his first sperm. Something inside him told him that he was going to explode from the new pressure building up in his young balls.
For a moment's pause, he pulled his tiny tongue from the almost desperate sucking of her ovalled lips and snuggled his face alongside hers, easing his hand amazingly skillfully down her side to fondle the ivory moon of her ass-cheek. His thoughts were racing along lines he had never dreamed of before. Everything was still so new to him that he wasn't sure what, if anything, was expected of him. He wanted to do all those things a man is supposed to do, and Karen was certainly making it easier for him than she might have… but the soft skin of a woman against his eight year old hand was so delicious that it was almost scary. Still, even though he was so young, he was one of the brighter boys in the class, and he was learning quickly. Being a paper boy, he had had to overcome many fears, and he was overcoming another now.
Billy squeezed his tiny hand into the soft, warm flesh of her buttocks, and she responded with a shiver that rocked his entire body as he lay on top of her, almost dwarfed by her larger body. He could feel her quivering beneath him, and he wondered if she was supposed to be doing that. Her pelvic mound pressed up against his fiery boyish loins, her thighs clamped and unclamped around his leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against the hotly eager lips of her cunt, pushing her soft, hungry pussy tightly against his naked cocks and balls.
Sensing that her young lover was coming into his own, Karen reached down the full length of his back, ran her fingers over the smooth swell of his tiny buttocks, and then shoved her hands between his legs, squeezing firmly but tenderly the hairless sac beneath his turgid penis. Billy moaned at the electric touch of her fingers. He wanted to say things, but he was not sure of the words. Karen, however, decided that she would show him that he was doing just fine for his first time…
"Oooohhhhh… lover… sweet darling… I want you so bad… I want to feel your cock fucking in and out of me… I want to feel you in my cunt… hurry… I'm going crazy with lust…"
She held her arms up to him again, inviting him, arousing him to enter her vagina, and below her thighs were splayed out wide to receive him, as her hips ground in tiny impatient circles under him.
The hopelessly aroused eight-year-old wedged his hips easily into the wide angle of her thighs, his erect boy-cock probing aimlessly for the tender moist flesh of her moist cuntal slit. As soon as his passion-swollen penis touched her again, she shuddered under him with sensual delight, her whole body quivering with eager anticipation. Then, after hearing what his teacher had said, Billy took a deep breath and spoke words which totally surprised him, words he had only heard and never thought he would say in his entire life…
"I… I want… to fuck you, Miss Heller… I…"
Karen spoke over his words, delighting in the fact that she was able to turn a once frightened young boy into a passionate young man in such a short time.
"I know you want to fuck me, Billy, darling… and I want you to… I want to feel you deep inside me… I want you to make me as happy as I'm going to make you…"
And she meant it. There was something about this sweet, innocent young boy that was like a hot wind flaming the smoldering fires of her lust. Perhaps it was because she was experiencing the same delight in getting a virgin that some men do. She knew that she would be the first person to have this young boy, and she was glad that he was anxious to fuck her now. All his fright seemed to have passed away with her gentleness. Her sexual arousal had reached such an insane level of desire that she could hardly contain herself now… She wanted to feel his young cock in her as far as it would go. The knowledge that she had reached this young boy was able to so totally show him what love was really like aroused her all the more. Dimly, she thought of her theory of education, and she could see that once again, she had been right. Sex was simply too natural a thing to be suppressed by an accident of age. Billy was just as aroused as any of her older lovers had been… more so than some… and he was able to do something about it.
Her entire naked body was yielding against his youthful smoothness. Her lips once more pressed against his. He wondered, though, just how he was supposed to accomplish the actual act of fucking, and then he felt her hand slip down between them as though she had read his mind, her fingers eagerly closing on the rigid shaft of his amazingly hard young cock. A cry of erotic joy escaped her throat as her fingers gripped tightly around the lust-stiffened length of his penis, and Billy kissed her as hard as he could in reply, finally sending his own tongue between her teeth, and instinctively grinding against her as her very touch brought a wave of maddening desire to his young, throbbing loins.
Then, the head of his young penis was resting against the hungry portal of her cunt, he heard her moan, "Oh, you darling little man… please fuck it up into me now… shove your penis into my cunt… and fuck me… fuck me now… fuck me hard, my darling…!" She was pleading as desperately as she could. Her head tossed frantically as her hands clawed at his lithe back. She never would have believed that a young boy like Billy could arouse her so much!
Billy waited a few seconds while he tried to decide exactly what he was supposed to do, and during that whole time, Karen felt as though her entire being existed for her cunt. There was nothing else in the whole world as important to her then as quenching the raging flames of her aching pussy lips. Her whole form was an anticipating vagina… waiting to be filled by this young boy on top of her. The satisfaction she would be getting was added to by the fact that she and she alone had brought out the lustful passions now plainly evident in the eight-year-old boy. Everything she had learned about sex in college had been brought into play, and she was teaching the young Billy more than he would ever learn in any classroom. She wanted to put her student through his first sexual test… and she was certain that he would pass with flying colors. She had to have him enter her cunt… NOW!
The wildly aroused eight-year-old paper boy wriggled forward just a bit, a soft moan on his lips as the full length of his desire-hardened cock nestled against Karen's ravenous pussy. He reached down beneath her with his arms and hugged her voluptuous nakedness, liking the way her beautiful body quivered and undulated beneath him.
She maneuvered her cunt up even tighter against him, pulling his lust-inflated cock-head back and forth through the moist pink slit of her pussy, fucking the end of his boy-penis along the taut cuntal slit as it grew wetter and warmer with every smooth caressing stroke. Her whole pelvis began to rotate desperately, her blood-filled pussy-lips nibbling eagerly at the thickness of his engorged penis. She was surprised at the size to which his cock had swelled. She could sense that he was still a little ignorant of what he should do, and, with an anguished cry of ravished impatience, she snaked her legs up around him, locking them behind his thighs, pressuring him harder against her writhing nakedness.
"Darling… please… I have to have you now… I need you…"
Billy was eager to have her warm pussy lips close around his cock now, but he was still uncertain about what he should do. She grabbed for his aching penis and pressed it forward into the deep, fleshy sheath of her cunt, guiding it through the moistened red cuntal hair into the quivering lips of her burning vagina. He stopped there for a second, watching her eyes close, her lips part in a moan of torment and impatience, but he knew exactly what to do now. Snapping his hips toward her as hard as he could, he fucked his cock home with a thrust that slicked his hard boy-cock like a tiny spear into the softly yielding walls of her hungrily pulsating cunt…
"Aaaahhhhh…" she moaned with a soul-stirred relief as her warmly constrictive pussy-sheath slipped like a tight, butter-filled glove over the lull length of his penis, the tender cuntal flesh parting before it as the swollen cock head fucked between the pink, wide-stretched lips.
Billy's actions were those dictated by nature now, and his cock flowed through the passage of her vagina, the hotly throbbing head bursting through her tightly clasping opening and racing a great deal deeper than she would have thought possible from an eight-year-old boy. He was actually pressing lightly up against the bottom of her belly inside! She gasped as much in surprise as she did in lust.
It was like a two-edged sword, and it brought the wanton teacher instant pleasure. She groaned aloud in an anguish of lust now about to be satisfied by this sweet, no longer innocent young boy. She focused on the keening sensuality, her mouth open, her breath rasping in her lungs, her eyes glazed and unseeing as she took in all his boy-penis, receiving him to the fullest. His loins smacked loudly into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls stretched the skin of his sac and were banging into the smooth hairless crevice between her nakedly upturned buttocks. It was incredible. She would never have believed that such a young boy could fill her as much as Billy was right now. It was almost the same as an older, more experienced lover.
"Oooooohh… it feels sooooooooooooo goooooodddd…!" she moaned.
Billy was beside himself with the strange pleasure he was feeling. Nothing had ever felt this good before. There was no trace of guilt in his young body and mind. The strange sensations he had previously felt in the pit of his small belly were replaced by sensations of the anticipation of something even more wonderful to come. Even though he did not know what it would be, he knew he would like it… just like Karen had told him. He trusted her completely now, and he felt very good to be having his penis engulfed like this. There was nothing dirty about it at all. Nothing that felt this good could be bad. Everything he had ever been taught about how bad sex was supposed to be vanished from his mind.
With inspired vitality now, Billy ground his pelvis as hard as he could into the softly wriggling feminine flesh under his weight as she pushed hard and fast against him, arching up and lifting them both from the floor as a long, low moan issued continually from her parted lips. With rhythmic fluidity and skill, she opened and tightened her thighs around him with every thrust that he buried as deeply as he could into her now hungrily clasping pussy. Her mouth opened and her head tossed wildly from side to side as she squirmed and writhed like a fish caught on a spear. His amazingly long strokes had actually found their mark, and he was fucking into her as though he had been fucking women all his life.
Billy felt, in addition to the wild, smoldering sensations in his belly, a strange power flowing through his body. He didn't understand it, but it made him fuck his lust-hardened cock in and out of her. What had Karen told him…? Do what you want. He allowed his natural desires and feelings to take charge now and pounded wildly, probing deeper and deeper, harder and harder, not pausing for a second as his body attempted to pin her to the floor with his almost inadequate weight. His rigid male-flesh was fucking into her like some mythological demon, and he allowed his feelings to sweep through his body and do most of the work now.
The lovely, wanton red-head reached up to her young lover and pulled him tightly against the swelling ripeness of her breasts as she lifted her thighs as high and as far back as she could, exposing her cunt to the full length of his hard-fucking penis. She was moaning unceasingly now, her hips grinding up at him in wild undulations that nearly threw his smaller body off of hers. She was afire with sex… and the fire was fed on the mounting sensations within her, obliterating all thoughts except those of sensual ecstasy! There was only one thing of which she was fully aware… she had brought out the full potential of this young boy and he was fucking into her as totally as anyone could. It was pure rapture!
What had started as an experiment in education had turned to something she had hoped for but never expected to exist with the sensuality and force with which it existed now. Every time she closed her eyes, she totally forgot that Billy was only eight-years-old. It was as though she was being fucked with the longest, hardest cock in the entire world… this beautiful boy… this sweet, darling, beautiful boy…!
She was only vaguely aware that his hands were running over her, like licking flames around a hearth-log. His lips were on hers, no longer as clumsily as before, and his tongue was probing her mouth in a wanton imitation of the fucking below. Now, his lips were on the smooth satiny skin of her breasts, kissing… sucking… actually biting at her swollen nipples until tiny droplets of sweat coated the luscious mounds. It was heavenly… delightful… and even more pleasure was added to the already soaring rapture in her fire-seared cuntal passage!
Billy's hands were moving all over her, and the heated friction of his sweat-covered skin on hers produced an added heightening of sensation as he fucked into her instinctively. His boyish body strained to bury the swollen rod of his young cock up to the hairless base of his penis with every amazingly skillful plunge.
"Ooohhh… darling lover… it's good… it's so good…" Karen hissed. And then a thought occurred to her. As long as Billy was doing so well, why not teach him even more things about sexual pleasure? She tried to raise her voice against the constant piercing jabs he was making far up into her belly. She finally whispered into her ear. "Listen… lover… Billy… sweet Billy… put your finger up my ass-hole… I want you to… it feels so good when that happens…"
This was something totally unexpected for the eight-year-old boy. Could it be possible? Could she actually like having a finger up her ass? He was almost unable to think very much about it, though. The fire raging in his balls made it hard for him to concentrate, and he fell under the hypnotic tone of her voice and did what she requested. His hand reached down under her and slid between the lust-dampened cheeks of her buttocks, his tiny fingers searching through the soft flesh of her thrashing buttocks as he probed for the orifice. His middle finger suddenly found the tightly puckered little circle of her anus, moistened with the rivulet of cuntal moisture that seeped down from the warm wet slit above, where his eight-year-old penis was fucking into her in hard, long thrusts. For a moment, he hesitated, not actually wanting to push his finger into her anus. There was something about it that was different than anything he had ever heard about sex.
"Go on, Billy, darling," she encouraged. "I want to feel your finger in my ass-hole."
Gritting his teeth, Billy pushed at the incredibly tight ring of muscle, gently at first, and then a little harder, feeling it tighten and resist his entry in quivering spasms of involuntary tensing. "You're doing fine, Billy… Do it some more… push your finger all the way in…"
Another push and his middle finger was sunk to the base inside her rectal passage. His finger was not nearly as large as the others she had had enter her ass, and she found that the pain was no where near as intense. Instead, it was perfect, and his finger in her ass added to the smallness of his boyish penis, filling her lower body the way she wanted to be filled. Her thighs thrashed with more force, and she had to hold onto him to keep her actions from actually tossing his small body off of her. She thrust and ground against his cock and his finger like a wild savage now, completely lost in her lustful madness. Billy could hardly believe the wonderful sensation. He could actually feel his cock tunneling into her through the fleshy membrane that separated the two passages. And then instinct took an even greater hold of him as he somehow found the ability to fuck both is finger and cock into her with perfect rhythm… in slow steady strokes that were driving her insane with unbearable desire.
To the small boy, his cock felt as the end of a baseball bat, swollen and distended beyond anything he had ever imagined, and he liked the way her soft wet walls of pink flesh held his penis securely, the moist edges of her pussy lips sucking him deeper into the whirlpool of her passion. Every inward thrust slammed his swollen, sperm-bloated balls against the widespread crevice of her buttocks and the palm of his hand as he shoved his finger as deeply as he could into her ass. Karen was screaming now as her climax approached with alarming certainty, and her nails bit into his lithe back and left thin streaks of red across his shoulder blades as she writhed frantically beneath him. Struggling to achieve her orgasm and bring the young boy to his at the same time, Karen was trying to suck every inch of Billy's body into the ravenously hungry orifices up between her legs.
Then Billy felt something racing along the length of his cock, and he knew something was going to come out the tip buried deep into his teacher's cunt. Every time he fucked into her, he could feel a mounting pressure that ached in his balls, and he pumped faster now, every thrust taking him to the secret reaches of her churning belly, each deep fucking motion bringing another cry of delightful ecstasy to her parted lips. Her thighs were gripped around the small boy like a vise, and Billy could tell that, just as something was going to happen to him soon, something was going to happen to her as well. What it was he didn't know… but he did know that it would be good. Karen was moaning beneath him from deep in her throat each time he fucked into her pussy with his boyish cock and sawed his finger in and out of her ass.
Her knees were pressed tightly back, nearly doubling her body in half, her nakedly upturned pussy moist with the flowering juices of her desire. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and emitting a low, inaudible cry. She choked the words finally from her throat.
"Oooohhhh… God! I'm cumming… I'm cumming…! That's the way, lover… that's wonderful, darling… I'm cumming… cumming… fuck me… fuck me hard… AAAAHHHHHH…!" Her ankles were now behind his small shoulders as she ground her buttocks hungrily upward, lifting them both bodily from the floor, her whole body writhing with unbelievable strength drawn from the fathomless well of passion the boy on top of her was tapping.
Billy heard her words, but he could not understand what she meant by them. The room suddenly echoed with a soul-rending moan that tore from Karen's lips with all the fury of her pent-up passion, and Billy was afraid that he might have done something very wrong to her. He could feel her body tense its full sweat-moistened length, arching high off the floor so that only her shoulders and heels touched the rug as she ground her body upward into his and fused them into one writhing union. Her hands locked on the clenching half-moons of his ass-cheeks, pulling him deeper into her belly as she quivered with the agony of her impending climax.
Billy was totally confused by her actions, but there was nothing he could do about them. There was something pressing against the tip of his deeply buried penis, and he couldn't stop fucking into her for all the world. If his father had come into the room at that point, he would not have been able to stop. And then…
Then he felt the current of viscous liquid race along the shaft of his cock, pause for an instant, then spurt in a hot stream into his wildly gyrating teacher's cuntal passage. Billy shuddered. Was this supposed to happen? he asked himself quickly. Apparently it was. It was not the same thing as when he took a piss. Then only a yellow, smelly liquid came out. Now, he could feel the thickness of his cum flowing into Karen Heller's body, and he knew that this was what the whole event had been leading up to. He shuddered again… and again as he emptied his balls into Karen's vagina. He thought it might go on for a long time, and he was more than willing to never let it stop.
It did stop, however. Something inside him told him that, after what seemed like an eternity, he was all finished. His body motions slowed of their own accord, and he found that even though his cock was still in Karen's cunt, it was growing limp and soft once again. He could feel his body begin to relax, and he finally collapsed on top of her, his breathing coming in short, raged gasps. He felt Karen's body loosen as well, but he was so weak that all he could do was lay on top of her. She still gripped his buttocks with her long alabaster legs, holding his softening cock inside her, cradled in the wet flesh-lined sheath of her boy-sperm flooded pussy. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something that would make him feel as good as she did, but she couldn't find the correct words. She held his firm naked body tightly against her for a long while until at last, it was Billy who spoke first.
"I… I think I better go home now," he stammered. "Daddy will wonder where I've been."
"I hope I don't have to tell you that this will be our little secret," she cautioned him. "If you don't tell anyone about what happened, you can fuck my hot little pussy again some time really soon."
Billy pushed his exhausted body from hers, rolled to the floor and finally stood up, still a little self-conscious about being naked in front of a woman. Not nearly, though, as he had been when she first took his clothes off. In fact, as the small amount of time passed between his dressing and his leaving, he was actually feeling very proud of himself.
"Oh, no, Miss Heller," he said, his face beaming with the wonderful feelings coursing through his young body. "You don't have to worry about me. I won't tell anyone. Is that what you did to Alan?"
"Well, in a way," Karen said, sitting up, still naked, and looking at him as he prepared to leave her home. "I did a little something different to him, but he liked it just as much. Maybe someday, I'll do to you what I did to him. There are a lot of things I think I can teach you… and the rest of the class as well."
"I'm real glad I have you as a teacher, Miss Heller," Billy said as he opened the door and gave her naked body one last look before he left. "You're a lot more fun than the man I had last year."
Karen smiled sweetly at her young student, and sighed as he closed the door behind him. Yessss, she thought. I'll bet I really am a lot more fun than the man he had last year. And the class I have now is a lot more fun than any she had had in college. To think… Almost twenty five virgin eight-year-olds all needing the talents she and she alone could provide. It gave her a warm feeling that she would be able to bring them so much happiness during the year. She could see that, if she was as honest with the rest of her class as she had been with Alan and Billy, they would respond to her in a way they could respond to no other teacher in the school. Any small doubts she had about her theories of education were now totally gone. Two of her students fucked in the same day. And neither of them had showed any of the "adverse effects" they had probably been warned against. Nothing as natural as sex could produce anything bad. It was only the absence of sex that created problems… and lovely red-headed Karen Heller was determined that she would have no problems in her class.