She loved nuzzling her nose around in a bushy jungle of pubic hair, feeling the strands rub and stimulate her. But there were other things that made it worth her while to suck off Kenny.
He was virgin territory. Everything was new and fresh to him. He'd do anything she wanted him to without question. That feeling of power over him made her cunt start to grow sticky and wet again. How she loved the sensation of complete control!
Kenny was writhing and wiggling uncontrollably now. Every time the brown-haired teacher's tongue touched his prick, it was like acid was being poured on him, singeing his nerve endings. He felt more alive than ever before. His heart raced wildly and blood pounded like the ocean's surf in his ears. He couldn't focus his eyes any longer and math seemed a far distant thing to him.
All that mattered was Linda's agile tongue racing up and down his youthful four-inch cock.
Linda changed her tactics. She no longer tongued him like a popsicle. The woman began sucking. Gently at first, then with ever increasing vacuum. In a few minutes, she had completely pulled the boy's entire four-inch prick into her mouth. Like a vacuum cleaner, she was intent on pulling out everything inside that small, fleshy tube of burgeoning manhood.
Kenny moaned, "Liinda, ooooh, please! Whaaat you doing to me?"
She kept her mouth encircled around the youth's dong. He was too good to waste by idle talk. The woman knew Kenny couldn't control his orgasm very long. He was inexperienced.
Knowing that she was in complete domination of the youth pushed her passions to a crescendo. Starting in her cunt, the pressure of orgasm built up and up. Against her own control, it slowly moved into her belly, lighting fires of desire. Then, with the suddenness of a summer storm, her climax exploded throughout her body.
She sucked harder, ever harder, on Kenny's cock. The boy was lifted off the chair and his hips began an age old instinctive motion. He rammed forward to stuff his cock as far into Linda's face as possible. Without knowing what he was doing, he began to fuck her face with complete abandon.
His entire universe was centered in the tingly feeling racing back and forth along his cock. The feel of Linda's tongue caressing his prick. The sharp bite of her teeth. The huge pull of her mouth as she sucked faster and harder on his prick. Then, the heavy feeling inside him seemed to expand his cock until he knew it would rupture.
"I'm cooommmmiiiing!" he shuddered.
His entire body was racked with the convulsive shivers of orgasm. Kenny felt his hips surge into Linda's face. His cock vanished into the ruby red "O" of her lips. The momentary glance he got of her face told him his teacher was locked in the throes of her own enjoyment. Then all control failed and his cock began spewing out the heavy white cream of his lust.
The youth felt like he creamed the entire insides of the woman's mouth. In reality, Linda was sucking and swallowing quickly. She didn't want to miss a single drop of that precious jism. It was salty, tangy and totally unique. A gourmet's treat and she wasn't about to waste any of it.
She continued sucking until every droplet of the boy's jism had been pulled from his dong. When Linda felt Kenny's prick begin to wilt, she knew there wasn't anything left.
She licked her lips, then carefully put the limp cock back into the boy's jeans. The brunette wiggled out from under the desk and stood behind the exhausted boy again.
"How was it, Kenny? Your first blow-job?" He looked up at her, his pale blue eyes dancing with pleasure. "If all the lessons are like this one, Miss Blake, how about me coming in every day after school?"
Linda laughed. It was just like a kid to say something like that.
"I don't think that would be a smart idea, Kenny. Let's just stick to the schedule your dad approved."
Yet, she thought, what would it be like? Every day?
CHAPTER THREE
Linda thought hard about how much further she could go with Kenny. Looking at the boy seemed to stir her passions even more. She wasn't satisfied with merely sucking him off. There had to be more. Her body demanded it.
The teacher wasn't sun she could deny the itchy, empty feeling in her cunt. It was trying to devour her entire body. The squishy feeling of her juices flowing and soaking her panties was driving her out of her mind.
"Kenny," she began hesitantly, not wanting to say anything but driven by wild, insane lust, "are you too tired for… for some more?"
His blue eyes widened. "Gosh, Miss Blake, no! Anything you want, I'll be glad to do!"
She smiled lasciviously when she heard his eager boyish voice. Kenny was hers to command. The teenager was so young, so vulnerable. But that was part of the attraction she felt towards her student. All the men in her life had been pushy, aggressive. They got very uptight when she tried to tell them what she wanted, what her body needed for complete sexual satisfaction.
Kenny would never question her commands. He didn't know any better. It was all new to him, bright and fresh and completely erotic.
Linda stood. She felt acutely uncomfortable.
The silk panties she wore were soggy with her cunt juice. She leaned back against her desk, legs spread widely.
"All right, Kenny. I want you to reach up under my skirt and take off my panties." When she saw the youth hesitate, she urged him on.
"Go on, Ken. It's all right. I want you to do it." His hands were shaking but the boy slowly moved his fingers along the twin pillars of Linda's silky smooth legs. He felt the satiny flesh of her upper legs and tingles raced down his arms. In spite of himself, he was getting hard again.
"Keep going, Kenny. Further up. Much further!"
Kenny's fingers lightly touched the juice-soaked undies. He might have stuck his fingers in a light socket. Galvanic shock rattled through his body, but it wasn't simply electricity, it was sexual electricity oozing out of this sexy woman.
"Is it okay?" His voice quavered. In spite of what his history teacher had said, this didn't seem right to him. Yet, why not? Wasn't this what all the guys were talking about? Getting into a chick's pants? He wasn't even having to work at it.
He must turn on his teacher so much, she was actually begging him to do it!
"Sure, Kenny. Please, hurry!"
Her need was growing by leaps and bounds. Her cunt ached unmercifully. It needed expert attention and quickly. She had to have a finger, a tongue – a cock!
The youth looped his fingers over the tops of Linda's panties. He fumbled a bit at the elastic. It felt funny to him, unusual. When Linda arched her back and raised her ass off the desk, Kenny found he could easily remove the woman's soaking panties.
He had the crimson silk undies in his hand. He looked at them as if he was in a daze. Some inner force commanded him. The boy slowly lifted them to his face and he deeply inhaled. The intoxicating fragrance of the cunt juice-soaked material made his tiny cock completely rigid with lust once more. His breath became hard and sandpapery in his throat. As he ran his hand over the dripping material that had just pressed against the mysterious triangle of Linda's sex, Kenny thought he was going to come again.
"Ken!" moaned Linda, "don't worry about that now. I… I know it's something different but I need you! Oh, God, forgive me, I need you!" She scooted her ass a bit closer to the edge of the desk again.
"What do you want me to do, Miss Blake?" The boy was unsure, but it was beginning to sound really exciting to him. This was going to be something to really brag to all his friends about. He was positive none of the other eighteen-year-olds had ever done – what?
"Under my skirt. Stick your head up under my skirt and lick me! Use your tongue all up and down my legs. And on my pussy. Eat me, Kenny! Ram your tongue into my poor little cunt!"