Kenny swallowed again. He was able to look down the front of Linda's blouse. All the way down to see the white cloth of her imprisoning bra. He licked his dry lips again. The teen-ager wondered what it would be like getting his hands on those knockers. It'd probably be a special feeling.
But he knew he'd have to get his mind off the teacher and on to other subjects. Ken didn't want to cream in his jeans. That would be too humiliating.
"She thinks she's got a couple dozen things wrong with her. Maybe you're right. Maybe it's all in her head."
Linda reached out and gently placed a hand on the boy's trembling arm. She said, "There's no need to be afraid of me, Kenny. I'm just trying to help you. Do you believe that?"
He nodded his head up and down, his straw-colored hair flying in a wild disarray around his ears.
"Good." Linda smiled her most winning smile and began stroking Kenny's arm. It felt so small, so vulnerable under her more mature grip. She felt like a master sculptor able to mold the boy info anything she wanted. It was more than a feeling of power, it was a feeling of sex and power.
A more intoxicating combination she couldn't think of.
The boy's arm continued to shake under her hand. She cooed, "Relax, Kenny, just relax."
The youth dropped his notebook and made a mad grab for it. He missed and loose paper went flying all over the room. Being such a clumsy klutz didn't bother him as much as letting his history teacher see his erection. She was so close and her hand moving up and down his arm felt so warm and nice!
Linda knew what the lump was. Her other hand moved out and rested on top of Kenny's jeans. She whispered, "Does this make you feel good? My hand moving like this?"
She started pressing down slightly as she massaged the boy's bidden cock. Kenny swallowed again and a look of wild fright flashed across his face.
"Please, Miss Blake, uh, I… I got to go!"
But his body wouldn't obey him. His legs were weak and watery. His innards quivered like jello on a plate during an earthquake. Ken made an effort to stand one more time and then he was doomed to fail. He wanted this attention!
It made his cock tingle and feel all hot and tight just like when he'd jack off to the pictures in the magazines swiped from his father's, closet. To actually have a woman's hand on his dick!
Ken almost shot his wad at the thought.
The next thing he remembered was the "ziiiip!" of his fly opening and a hand fumbling inside his jockey shorts. His four-inch dong soon poked out of his pants. He looked down in disbelief.
Linda's hand circled around his prod and squeezed down. He groaned and leaned back in the chair. Ken felt hot blasts of lightning jolt into his groin. His balls tumbled and churned with desire for his, teacher!
"Oh, please, Miss Blake…" he began.
His teacher cut him off, "Call me Linda. When there's no need to be so formal. Between friends, there's no need for that, is there, Kenny?"
How hot his prick felt! The boy was squirming and bucking up and down so much he couldn't even answer. When Linda started moving her hand up and down his length, Kenny managed to mumble, "Goood! Feels so niice!"
Linda smiled broadly. Her breathing was coming in more hurried, frantic gasps. Her jugs rose and fell at a quickened tempo. She was getting all hot and sticky in the cunt by simply jacking the boy off.
In a few minutes, it was hard to tell which of the two was the more aroused. Kenny was shoving his hips back and forth in an untutored, primitive way. It was an age old rhythm that didn't have to be learned or practiced. Every man instinctively knew it.
And Linda's breath felt like liquid fire in her throat. She had half-closed her eyes as emotions flooded through her trim, seductive body. Linda was enjoying every second of this. The smooth tube of hard dick in her hand aroused her. It made her cunt slobber and drool out its love juices. After a few trips up and down Kenny's dong, Linda knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop herself until the boy had come.
"Good, Kenny? It's good?" she anxiously inquired. The way his cock trembled and jerked under her firm grip told her everything she wanted to know. The boy was long past saying anything coherent. The teacher wondered what he was thinking about. Was he fantasizing being jerked off by some famous movie star? A beauty queen?
If Linda could have read Kenny's mind, she would have been both amazed and pleased. He was concentrating on her and her alone. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was the greatest and she was giving him a hand-job better than any masturbation.
Linda's hand encircled the short dick. Her fingers unerringly found the underside of Kenny's dong and began to lightly pinch and massage. The boy's moans filled the room but who was to hear it? The school was long since deserted for the day. No one stayed unless they had a good reason.
The blood pounded fiercely into the boy's prick. Linda felt the hood of his glans expand under her fervent grip. The purple tip of his dong grew larger, ever larger. She knew that the boy would soon squirt out his juice.
She removed her hand and left tile red pole standing proudly erect and alone from Kenny's crotch. The boy's eyes shot open, a look of pure horror on his face.
He blurted out, "What's wrong? Why'd you stop? I… I'm not… I don't have the clap or anything do I?"
Linda laughed low. The clap? Hardly. Not with Kenny. He was a virgin. She'd bet any amount of money on that. It was something in the way he held himself, the way he acted. He was naive, childish, yet with a growing realization that he was turning into a man.
"No, there's nothing wrong. I just wanted to let you rest! Don't want to tire you out too quickly or you won't get the full enjoyment from this. You do like the feel of my hand on you, don't you, Kenny?"
"Sure, Mrs. Blake… uh, Linda! It's swell!"
"Good. Let me just start doing it again. And try to keep control of yourself. Don't let any of the white stuff spew out until you just can't hold it back a second longer!"
Her fingers lovingly surrounded Kenny's prick again. Linda began feeling acutely uncomfortable. Her own lust was mounting higher and higher. It was all well and good for her to tell the boy not to come. It was something else again not to do it herself. That'd be most undignified for a school teacher!
Linda kept stroking his warm cock. Each feathery touch made Kenny's dong leap and prance like a stallion waiting for a race. The boy was frisky and had a lot of youthful curiosity about him. He wanted to prolong this as much as Linda did.
After all, he was on the receiving end. And this was a hundred times better than jacking himself off! The feel of Linda's fingers on his cock made the boy acutely aware of the turmoil going on inside his body. It was as if an earthquake was starting in his guts. Kenny felt his balls tighten until he wanted to scream.
That didn't seem like a manly thing to do. Kenny tried to hold back any outcry at all. He bit down on his lower lip and screwed his eyes closed to concentrate.
Linda sexily whispered, "Don't worry, Kenny. What you're feeling is natural. Normal. And good. Isn't it?"
"Yeas," he hissed from between tightly pressed lips. "It feels soooo great!"
"Good. Just relax and enjoy…"
Her hand seemed to flow up and down the four inches of dong like a liquid. Faster and faster the woman worked. Her hand now circled around a lusty pole of man meat. Bouncing and jerking, his prick was like a wild stallion. Linda held firmly to the throbbing cock. Her fingers tightened until Kenny began to moan and thrash around. She knew it was getting harder and harder for the boy to control his ejaculation.