"We'll check it out right here and now!"
"Huh? But…"
"Let me have your jacket," she ordered, helping him slip it off. "Come now, stop being so childish. Get out of your clothes."
"OH! Hey! I don't know…"
"Just do as I say. We'll solve this whole thing in a matter of minutes. Besides, I saw you naked anyway, remember?"
It sounded reasonable to the boy as he pulled off his sweater and undershirt with one motion. But even though she had already seen him naked, he hesitated to drop his pants.
"Let's get this over with," Laura ordered, pretending it meant nothing to her, while fighting with her pounding heart and trembling hands to gain control of the building excitement inside her. "I'll be right back," she said, leaving him standing there as she walked towards the kitchen. "Get out of those pants," she shot back over her shoulder.
It was a move to give him confidence in her motives, and at the same time it gave her time to pull herself together. Once in the kitchen, she made noises with the utensils, to show him she was really too busy for his nonsense. When she returned, he was standing in the center of the room, totally naked, but with his hands modestly covering his groin. Her heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of her camera, sitting on the tripod and aimed, as though planned, at the naked boy. Her head began to swim with all the thoughts rushing through it, all demanding instant attention and causing confusion.
She stepped before him and reached out her hands to take him by the wrists, while looking him straight in the eye. Without looking down, she separated his hands and said, "You'll have to trust me, Edward. It's difficult to correct something that was said in a fit of anger. If I examine you and tell you you're normal, you probably won't believe tell you you're not, you won't want to believe me. So I'm going to relieve your problem in such a way that it'll leave you with no lingering doubts."
"All right," he gulped.
Laura lowered her eyes quickly then and stared at his shriveled cock. "Now that didn't hurt, did it?" she asked, to break the tension.
"No," he said in a low whisper, keeping his eyes straight ahead, not daring to look down.
"Put your hands on your hips," she said, releasing his wrists. "And just trust me."
Then she stepped away quickly, looked him over and went to the camera. Before he realized what she was doing, the electronic flash flickered its light around the room.
"What the…? Hey!" he gasped.
"Turn sideways," she shot back. "Do as I say. Just trust me. It'll only take a second."
The boy turned, and the flash popped.
"There," she said, walking back to him with a smile on her face. "When you see pictures of yourself, along with pictures of other boys your age, you'll believe."
"Well, what do you think in the meantime?" he asked in a slightly more relaxed voice.
"I'll tell you in a moment. But first we'll have to see it when it's hard," she answered, reaching down and lifting his cock in the palm of her hand. "It's obvious you're very nervous, and we won't have a true picture until it's at its biggest."
The boy's limp cock rested motionless in her palm. She smiled at him coyly and bent forward, giving him a more revealing glimpse down her pink robe. His eyes widened and she knew he could see all but the very tips of her full tits now. This game she had just discovered with inexperienced boys gave her a delicious thrill. They were like slaves to her wanton impulses; afraid to move without permission; driven to insanity with desire; and not knowing what it was going to be like, when and if they got the reward they hungered for.
"I wish you'd relax," she purred softly. "It won't get hard if you're so nervous."
"I can't help it," he whimpered.
"Maybe you'd feel better if I slipped out of my robe," she sighed, as though being very patient and tolerant with him, without letting him know of her burning lust.
His limp cock slipped from her palm and slapped against his leg as she stepped away from him. She turned to slip out of the robe and tossed it on the couch, remembering the delight her ass gave Ben, when he saw the silky-smooth flesh for the first time. Then she turned and saw the boy's eyes flash wide and his cock spring upright as he feasted all at once on her naked flesh. His eyes seemed to be in a panic as they darted from her uplifted tits to her cunt-hair and back to her tits again. The feast was obviously more than his hungry eyes could consume at one sitting, she thought with growing excitement.
"Face the camera," she said, stepping behind it for another shot. "That's good. Now turn sideways… fine… very good."
"I… never… saw… anyone as beautiful as you, Miss Roberts," he said with sincerity in his voice. "Doesn't it bother you to be naked… I mean, with someone looking?"
"Not at all," she said, returning to where Edward was standing. "I guess it doesn't bother you after you've modeled for a while. Just look at you. Now that you've had your picture taken, you're not nervous any more."
"You're right!" he said with astonishment. "And I forgot all about whether it was too small, too."
Laura stepped up to him then, brushing the head of his throbbing cock with her soft pussy-hair, causing havoc in the boy's body and giving him goose-flesh from head to toe.
She smiled at him and said, "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Edward. So just stop thinking about it."
"I wouldn't have believed anyone else, Miss Roberts. But you have a way of making a guy feel… great!"
Laura's cunt screamed to possess the throbbing meat, whose purplish knob was throbbing in her nest of pussy-hair. It would be so easy, she told herself, squirming at the touch of his cock-head just a short distance above the entrance to her cunt.
"Mmmmm… you say such nice things," she cooed, touching the tip of her rock-hard nipples against his chest. It was just enough of a touch to add more torment to his already steaming-hot lust for her. "Things could have been so much nicer, if I wasn't constantly being hassled by the boys in the class."
"No more, Miss Roberts," he said, breathing heavy now. "I promise. And I'll do my best to keep the other guys from making any trouble, too."
"I'd really appreciate that, Ed," she breathed softly. "Would you like something to drink? I have a whole pot of coffee on the stove…"
"No thank you," he gulped, not wanting to lose the thrill touching the tip of his cock.
Laura knew the lust in her body would best be served if she prolonged the waiting period. He was hers, she knew. To be taken anytime she wanted. But why rush into a fast fuck? she asked herself. The morning was still young and there were so many hours ahead before the boring weekend was over, she told herself.
"Do you like my tits!" she asked coyly, taking a step backwards and hearing him swallow a groan of agony at the lost delight of her touch.
"Yes!" he answered quickly. "They're beautiful."
"Then why don't you kiss them?" she asked with an inviting smile.
"I will!"
His eager hands sprang to the task of caressing her tits first; then he lowered his head and sipped at each quivering nipple. She watched with fascination and growing excitement as he licked her jugs, painting saliva over every smooth, tingling inch before he sucked one into his mouth. His inexperience made him handle her boobs tenderly, lovingly, not wanting to do anything wrong on his first mouth-watering taste of tit-flesh. Laura found his enormous hunger exciting and reached a hand behind his head, pulling him tight against her to stuff her aching tit into his eager mouth.
When he had finished servicing both tits with his sucking and licking, he looked up into her eyes with despair. In a hoarse whisper he announced, "I'm gonna come. I can't hold it back…"
"Close your eyes and turn around," she said in a commanding tone. He obeyed instantly and Laura added, "There's no fun in just coming. Control yourself."