"G-Golly, Miss Frazer, I… I do! Ohh, maybe I shouldn't, but I do!" the wildly aroused young boy blurted uncontrollably. "I jack off and think about you, Miss Frazer! I can't help it!"
"And I do the same thing, Wayne. I lie in bed and finger my pussy just like you're seeing me do now. This is how girls masturbate when they're alone, my precious lover, and when I do it, I think about having a wonderful young boy just like you inside me! Isn't that silly of us, Wayne? We both play with ourselves and wish we were together… fucking each other…" Joan trembled and her eyes clenched shut, hot breath hissing through her tightly pressed lips. "Ohhhh, darling! Darling! How can you sit there and not want me? What more do I have to do? Please… oh, please tell me you want to fuck me…!"
Her last lust-filled appeal, couched in the kind of girlish innocence which drove the boy helplessly wild, galvanized Wayne into action. As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself uncoil his legs and stand up from the couch, then move forward trance-like to his nakedly writhing teacher. He stared at her finger as it ceased its rhythmic masturbation, then he looked up into her lovely, passion-contorted face, still afraid that she would reject him as not being man enough for her.
"Jeez, Miss Frazer, I do! But… well, you're a woman, and I… I'm only a kid. M-maybe I couldn't…"
"Oh, but you can!" Joan purred. She took the closing step to him, instinctively knowing she was signing her own death warrant; her bare feet were silent on the thin carpet, as she leaned closer to the petrified young boy. Her breath was a white-hot firebrand on his hairless cheeks, and she touched the cloth of his pants leg lightly, her fingertips seething with desire and almost searing the material with their heat. "My cunt is on fire right this second! And the only thing that'll put out that fire is a long, hard cock! You have a long, hard cock, my darling, I can tell you do!"
And with a swift, experienced movement, the depravity-ridden teacher reached further up along his leg and touched the wildly throbbing bulge between the youth's quivering thighs!
Wayne nearly leapt off the floor in a convulsive reaction to the electrical shock of her touch on his sensitive young penis, encased though it was. She lightly stroked the protruding hardness, tantalizingly sliding her fingers along his uncomfortably swollen penis until Wayne thought he could scream from the overwhelming sensations. "Tell me, darling," she hissed wetly in his ear. "Tell me you want to fuck me!"
"Ohhh crap, yes! Yes, I want to fuck you, Miss Frazer! Yes! Yes!" The boy couldn't help himself, the words tearing from his throat in a strangled cry that he scarcely recognized as his own. Then he reached upwards and his mouth ground against her soft, pliant lips, his own lips parting as she flailed her tongue deep into his mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around, her hand beginning to move faster and faster over the length of his turgid prick. As if it had a will of its own, Wayne's left hand came up and found one of her firm, naked breasts, and he squeezed and kneaded the warmly pulsing flesh and chip-hard little nipple. The boy could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which was seeping from the hardened tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced rubbing until he was afraid his balls would surely explode and fill his pants with his hot white cum.
"How do you want to fuck me, darling boy?" Joan mewled as their mouths parted for air. "Tell me how!"
"Deep!" Wayne Conroy screamed back. "Deep and hard as I can!"
"Oh God, my delicious young lover," the older woman moaned deliriously. "Let's go into the bedroom before I die!"
He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful puppy-dog after its master, his young body and immature mind afire with his eager, virile passion. Joan led him to where she had changed her clothes, and then she crawled up on the soft double-bed and lay back with her head on the pillow, her slender legs parting wide as she was able to splay them. "Get naked, my little lover," she hoarsely urged him in a whisper. "I want to see that delightful young prick of yours. I want to see it strong and hard for me. Show me your sweet cock, lover-boy. Let me see it now!" She ground her thighs together and moaned in hunger. "Hurry… please."
A self-consciousness stole over the teenager as he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants, then removed his scuffed loafers. He stood for a moment longer wearing nothing but his white cotton underpants, and then he took a deep breath and slid them down over his lean, muscular hips and firm, boyish buttocks.
Uncontrolled sensations surged through Joan's tautly rippling belly and loins as her greedy, cat-like eyes stared hungrily at the throbbing young penis which stood out in hard erection from the boy's inner thighs. It was sizable for a fifteen year-old, but not too much… perhaps five and a half inches in length and nicely rounded, its blunt cockhead a rich glistening crimson from the blood-swelling excitement she knew Wayne was feeling at that moment. His testicles were tight and had the texture of soft velvet, and there were only a few wisps of pubic hair at the base to show where in a few years he would grow thick and bushy. "Ohhh, I love your prick, lover-boy," she moaned again delightedly. "I know it's going to feel like heaven when you're fucking me deep up inside my cunt! Oh God, hurry! Hurry!"
With a small, tormented cry of desire, young Wayne crawled onto the bed between his naked teacher's legs and kneeled over her, his arms stiff and supporting on either side of her shoulders. He smiled apprehensively down into her face but Joan only smiled upwards, appraising every inch of his flat, boyish torso and his proudly stiffened penis which stood out from his sparse, hair-sprinkled loins.
"Oh God, you're beautiful," she groaned in encouragement to him. "Kiss me, lover boy, ohhhhh kiss me before you fuck me!"
The boy could hardly believe what he was about to do to this hotly writhing woman beneath him. Yet, man, he was going to! Crap yes, he was! She wanted him to, so what the hell, he was going to! He was going to fuck Miss Frazer!
He showered hot kisses moistly over her face and throat and down into the valley of her quivering full breasts. Man, she had the most luscious tits in the whole wide world, and the increasing throb in his impatiently pulsating cock was letting him know that there was no way she could get out of being screwed now! He moved his hands over the smooth globes of her naked white flesh, and she breathed hot and sweet into his ear, her tongue flicking out to dance inside and race along the soft skin of his sensitive lobe. Her hand searched down between their naked bodies and located the rock-hard flesh of his young cock, and Wayne gasped aloud as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed around his throbbing erection. Then once again he dipped down and closed his eager lips over her mouth, and their tongues fused and swirled around one another's as if trying to blend into one long wet length.
Joan was unable to resist the temptation to crush his nakedly budding body down upon her own mature flesh, and she encircled her arms around his back and enveloped the boy, not caring about anything but the firm, youthful lover pressed tightly to her. She crushed the full length of his muscular body against her own, and ground her moistly throbbing pelvis hard up into him while opening her thighs as wide as they could, her hungry pussy flaring with a warm, wet welcome. Her hands ran wildly up and down along his muscular skin, tracing the forming muscles of his shoulders and sides down to the lean, tautly clenched moons of his boyish buttocks. She could feel his rigid, hotly throbbing penis beating against the warm creamy flesh of her smooth inner thighs, and she arched her back and reached under her straining buttocks with both her hands to pull her cuntal lips farther apart. Then she relaxed and her teenage lover's slim young penis lay cradled more fully within the moistly pink confines of her narrow, hair-lined vagina.