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.
CHAPTER TEN
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 nervous
rascal 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.
"I don't want to! Really I don't, Miss Chambers! I can't! I can't do that! I can't touch your.. your tits! Can I?" he nearly cried.
"Of course you can. I want you to, Michael. Come closer.., closer! Now reach out and put your hand on my cunt. Close your eyes if you have to, Michael, if it makes it easier for you. It's really easy, Michael. Just touch me, touch me, touch me!" Carol said. "Oh. yes! Yesssssss! That's just lovely! Do you like my tits? Are they soft and warm, darling?"
"Oh, yeah!" the boy nearly cried as his
trembling fingers played over the huge silken pillows of resilient flesh that the woman had exposed for him so obscenely.
Carol thrilled to the feeling of the eighteen-year-old boy's hands on her quivering tits. She sat up straighter and thrust out her glorious boobs, offering them to him even more brazenly. Her nipple-peaks tinged and her twat burned and twitched with wild passion. She had to have the boy's hands on her pussy, had to feel the nervous eagerness of his young fingers against the sensitive feminine flesh of her clit.
"Michael, my love, since I made you feel so good, why don't you do the same for me? Do you know what ladies like more than anything else in the world? Do you know what makes women like me feel wonderful and warm and happy, darling? Do you know what a boy like you can do for me?" she smiled.
"Gosh, no!" the stiff-dicked boy said, staring into her eyes, taking his hands off her boobs.
"You can start by getting on your knees between my legs!" she hissed.
"Between your legs?" the innocent boy said in amazement.
"Yes, Michael, between my legs… I'm going to spread my legs for you and let you have a good feel of my cunt! Isn't that dirty? Isn't that obscene? Doesn't that sound just delicious?" Carol said, the flames in her cunt leaping within her. "You don't mind getting on your knees and feeling my cunt, do you?" she asked, reaching out and grabbing the stiff shaft of the kid's smallish young prick.
Michael jumped backwards when he felt the woman's lovely gentle hand on his hard-on, jumped back involuntarily. She made him do that every time she touched him, as if she were charged with
electricity that he wanted, of course. He wanted to get between her widespread legs and look
at her pussy, even feel it if she'd let him. But it was so unlike anything in his youthful experience that he could hardly bring himself to fall to his knees. It was like riding a bicycle for the first time or diving from a diving board.
As soon as the boy managed to make his knees bend and fall to the floor between Carol's spread and inviting legs, the horny woman grabbed his head and pushed his face right up against the
dripping, rosy meat of her open cunt. She laughed, wickedly when she heard the kid coughing and sputtering more in shock than discomfort. Still she held him fast between her legs, squeezing them together, holding the boy's face against her drooling gash.
"Now, lover, I want you to stick out your tongue and lick my twat.. Do you understand? I want you to make my pussy feel good now. Just lick it all over. That's right, Michael! You're doing beautifully! Oh, God, that makes me feel good, so warm and tingly! I could keep you between my legs all day long. Oh, God! Delicious!" she gasped, tossing her hair behind her, moaning with supreme pleasure as the eighteen-year-old innocent licked blindly at her steamy, musky cunt.
Michael was so close to her cunt that he couldn't really see exactly what it looked like. The
fragrance that filled his nostrils was like nothing he had ever smelled before, hot and musky, a 'scent that made him want to stay between her legs forever. He began to notice how wet his face was getting so close to her steamy twat. He had no idea why her snatch got so wet, but he noticed that the more he lapped at her frothy, pink gash the wetter it got. It was something else, being so close to a woman's cunt!