Joey felt her become still all of a sudden, just the way he did right after he squirted his wad of sperm. He wondered if she had just done something like that, too, only in some mysterious feminine way.
"Oh, Joey… Joey darling. That was wonderful! Let me make you feel good now," Carol whimpered, falling quickly to her knees in front of her young pupil. "You look so sweet with your cock all hard and your balls exposed like that. You
have my cunt juice all aver your face, dear," Carol said, bending close to him and kissing his wet lips, tasting her own pussy juice.
CHAPTER SIX
Nobody had ever kissed Joey like that before. She sucked his lips real hard. It wasn't anything like the way his mother kissed him, not a quick kiss on the cheek or on the forehead. She stuck her
tongue inside his mouth. Nobody had ever done anything like that to him either. He didn't know what to do at first. Then he realized that she wanted him to suck her lips like that, too. She wanted him to stick his tongue into her mouth, too. He did what he thought she wanted him to do. He began to enjoy it quickly enough. It made his lips and the inside of his young mouth tingle. And there was something about that kind of kissing that made his balls feel hot and made his cock jerk hard and fast against his belly.
Then Carol slipped her tongue out of the boy's sucking mouth and began trailing it down his throat. Joey was breathing harder than ever now, his body tense, his heart racing wildly. Carol knew that her young man was still very much afraid of the pleasures she was bringing him. His fear made her hot.
"It's awfully warm in here, Joey. Why don't we take your shirt off? You have such a nice lean body, so young and smooth, not like older men. You don't mind if Carol takes your clothes off for you, do you?" she crooned, attacking the buttons of the boy's light shirt.
Joey sat up straight, nervous as a kitten while the cock-hungry woman bared the front of his nineteen-year-old body. He still couldn't look into her eyes. The things they were doing were so dirty! The things she said to him were so obscene, so brazen, so unlike anything he had ever heard from his mother's lips. He found it hard to believe even now that a woman was actually saying words like cock and mint. The things she was doing to him
were even harder to believe. But it was real. It had to be! There he was, his cock and balls naked, the front of his body bared now, the amazingly beautiful and exciting woman bent over him, her wildly exciting body naked and alive with sensuality. It wasn't a dream. It was better than a dream.
Joey was fascinated by the sight of Carol's huge tits so soft and warm, and so close to him. He had felt them a few moments before while he sucked her twat. They were warm and soft, incredibly soft, and yet they were sort of resilient. He had never felt anything quite like that before. He wanted to examine Miss Chambers' boobs in greater detail. But he couldn't possibly ask her to let him do that. It was going too far! If she wanted him to look at her tits more closely, she would tell him when the time was right. He felt that she knew exactly what she wanted of him and would guide him carefully in his explorations of this new and wild world of sex. That feeling of security under her tutelage mingled with his lingering fear of such blatant sex and made feelings in him that were strangely exciting in themselves.
Carol was aware of the boy's glittering eyes fixed on her swaying boobs. She loved the way he gazed enraptured at her firm jugs. She knew how big and beautiful her tits were and how they excited men. But the way they excited this young innocent was something else again. The young boy had never seen tits before, at least not since he became old enough to appreciate them. She thought that perhaps she should give him a few
lessons in the appreciation of a woman's knockers. "Joey, do you like looking at my tits?" she
asked sweetly, looking up into his eyes when she had finished unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it open. "Be honest now, darling. Men and women must be honest with each other. Do you like to look at my boobs?"
"Well, yeah-God yeah!" the kid blurted.
"Are they as big as your mother's?" she smiled, knowing that she was far better endowed in that area than Joyce.
"Jeez, I dunno. I me… uh. yeah. I guess they an," the boy replied, knowing perfectly well that Carol's tits were much bigger than his mother's.
"I take it then that you've looked at your mother's tits, while she was dressed I mean. That's awfully nasty of you, Joey-looking at your mother's tits. Shame on you! What would she think if she found out?" Carol said in mock seriousness.
"But I didn't mean that! I don't look at Mom's tits!" the boy gasped, terribly embarrassed.
"But you can't help noticing things like that, can you?" she smiled, a look of understanding in her eyes.
"Well, no, I guess not," Joey whispered, feeling a little better now that he realized that she was just joking around with him.
"Why don't you play with my tits, Joey? I don't mind at all, darling. In fact there's nothing I would like better." Carol smiled, crawling on top of the boy and presenting her jugs brazenly.
Carol sat on the kid's lap, being careful not to sit on the boy's hard-on. She knew that one touch of her flesh against the boy's rod would make him shoot his wad prematurely. She lifted both her magnificent boobs in her hands and presented them to him as a gift of flesh.
The boy was overwhelmed by the lewdness of the older woman. He was scared to death to touch the huge pillows of flesh that she offered him. And yet the aching in his balls made him touch her in spite of his fear. His trembling fingers fell against the satin flesh of her tits. She was warm and silken there. The boy thrilled to the feel of her firm jugs. He noticed the different textures of her flesh as his fingers moved over her tits. He felt the satin flesh turn to goosepimples as his fingers trailed down over the woman's areolas. He felt the stiff points of her nipples.
"Do you like my tits, They? Do you like touching them like that? Would you like to put them in your mouth?" she asked.
"In my mouth?" the trembling boy gasped.
"Of course, darling. That's what they're for. Nipples are for men like you to suck, and younger men, too, of course. Why don't you just sit there like that and suck my nipples like a baby? You'll enjoy it darling," she smiled.
Carol sucked in her breath when she felt the kid's moist lips against the tingling peaks of her hard nipples. She looked down to see the nineteen-year-old boy sucking at her tits. His face was young and captivating, soft and gentle, so unlike the faces of the hairy animals who had
sucked her tits in the past, and only under their chosen conditions, conditions that were often degrading. She reached down and stoked the boy's cheek. Her pussy was moistening again, growing hot again, begging for stimulation.
Carol heard the slurping sounds that the boy made as he licked her boobs and sucked her hard nipples. Her tits were wet with the kid's dribbling saliva. She told him to suck both of her boobs, taking turns. The boy obeyed, making her tits pop out of his mouth audibly. She loved the sound her nipples made as they pulled free of his sucking lips. She told the kid to nibble at her gently. He did as he was told, trying to be as gentle as possible but not necessarily succeeding. Occasionally he bit her too hard in his youthful exuberance, making her wince. She enjoyed even the pain.
"Do you know anything about fucking?" Carol asked the bay.
They pulled away from her tits and looked up at her amusedly.
'Fucking? Well, I e… I guess I've heard about it," the boy stumbled.
"Of course you have, darling Joey. In fact I'll bet you even dream about fucking. Isn't that true?" Carol smiled teasingly.
"Dream about it? Well, I guess I do. All the guys do!" the boy confessed.
"When you dream about fucking, do you wake up with wet blotches of aim all aver your bed?" she asked, wildly excited by the sound of her own lascivious words.