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.