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Svetlana Mega

Taboo Dreams

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ISBN-13: 9781234567890
ISBN-10: 1477123456

Cover design by: Taboo Dreams
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309
Printed in the United States of America

I couldn't agree with you more, Mom; I'm definitely too old to have a babysitter. High school senior John Thomson was eighteen years old. His memory of the last time a babysitter was available was completely blank.
"Apparently you're not."
"Mother, I said I was sorry. I said it wouldn't happen again."
Last week, his parents left John home alone and returned to find him hosting a fairly rowdy party. There was utter chaos in the house. All sizes and shapes of Coca-Cola cans littered the floor. The two neighbors had voiced their displeasure with the loudness. Even more disturbing was the presence of cigarette burns on the couch; he was well aware that smoking was strictly forbidden in the house, much less letting a cigarette fall into the furniture. Even if he denied smoking, it was mostly irrelevant. Permitting a buddy to flick a lighted cigarette into the couch was plainly an example of his lack of maturity and good judgment. It was almost as if the entire home had caught fire! To put it mildly, they were extremely upset. A threat to "teach him a lesson" was their way of expressing their displeasure and anger. As long as he maintained his adult demeanor when they were out of the house, they would treat him accordingly.
"I've asked Miss Noriss to come over and sit for you."
"Miss Noriss?!" One of their neighbors, Miss Noriss, expressed her displeasure with the disturbance. That was part of the reason Mrs. Thomson requested that she sit down. On the other hand, there was a very valid reason to approach her specifically. To some extent, she went beyond the role of neighbor. She served as John's sixth-grade instructor. Having one of your primary school instructors babysit you is a great way to show that you're still a child at heart. She was the perfect fit for our lecture about maturation and development.
Mrs. Thomson glanced down at her scowling son and said, "Now, try not to seem too distressed." Her son had already voiced his feelings towards her. Even at the age of twenty-one, he was short. Actually, his mom was two inches taller than him. She pointed out, "As I recall, you had quite the crush on her when you were a little boy."
The recollection, which John's mother always seemed to relish, caused his face to flush scarlet. It was, however, absolutely accurate. Despite the fact that she was also his neighbor, his sixth-grade love for her remained unquenched. He used to drop by her house frequently as a boy and volunteer to do anything she wanted, whether it was run errands, assist with gardening, feed her pet while she was away, or anything else.
The puppy's affection did not annoy or upset Miss Noriss. Many young males couldn't help but develop romantic feelings for her. The woman had lovely features: long, wavy brown hair, big, wide hazel eyes that sparkled behind her glasses, flushed red cheeks with charming dimples that showed up whenever she smiled—which she did frequently—and a charming demeanor overall. Her popularity knew no bounds. She wore perky s that accentuated her slim skirts and legs, as well as her large, noticeable breasts, which she concealed under her suit coats. To the joy of the guys, though, she would take off her jacket as soon as the classroom got warm.
When the little guys had crushes, she would just be patient with them. They would outgrow them, especially once they moved on to sixth grade and she was out of their line of sight. Because Johny could see her so regularly outside of class, his thoughts had lingered longer than others.
"Mother, this is really, really embarrassing."
"Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to have your friends over to burn down the house when we left you alone."
"They didn't burn the house down."
"Are you getting smart with me, young man?"
"No, mother."
"If you like, we can have Miss Noriss come over every time you're here by yourself."
"That's not necessary."
"Well, we'll just see. If Miss Noriss reports that you were a good little boy, behaved yourself, and minded her, then perhaps we can trust that you will act your age, behave maturely, and behave responsibly the next time we have to leave you home alone. Now, proceed upstairs and change into your pajamas, as Miss Noriss will be arriving shortly. now."
"Pajamas? I have to put on pajamas." He stopped donning pajamas a few years ago. He thought they were too young and naive. Even when he wore them, his parents and guests would never be able to recognize him.
I want you to be ready for nighttime, so let me reiterate: "Yes, you do." Miss Noriss' kindness in dropping by on such short notice was greatly appreciated. Getting ready for bed is at least a little gesture of thoughtfulness. "You will regret it John." So, go upstairs and change into your pajamas right away.
"Ah mom!" However, her face and his father's presence made their voices clearly audible. Honestly, he wasn't given many options. He kept up with his high school studies and lived at home even though he was eighteen years old. That is his. His father's words echoed in his mind: "When you are under my roof, you play by my rules!" In response, he dragged his feet along the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom, feeling infantilized and unfairly treated. establishing rapport.  His companions would never accept it. To be honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to tell his. They could find it humorous, and he might never get over it. Jot it down.
At least his jammies were as grown-up as they could be. They had a matte black finish. He questioned whether it would be so terrible as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. They weren't bad-looking at all. These were the regular pajamas that Hugh Hefner wore. No one dared to challenge his manhood. Clearly, the materials used to make them were silk, not cotton. On the other hand, these weren't terrible.
His mom was yelling, "Johny!" "Get up!" from the foyer. "Your sitter is here, and we have to go." We must leave. Come on down and introduce yourself.
He sighed heavily as he made his way to the staircase, where he sJohnped down the steps in his socks, feeling incredibly innocent.
Looking at her brought back a flood of memories from sixth grade, and he felt much worse about himself.
"Hello, Johny," Miss Noriss said with a nice grin, her dimples showing. John had been one of the smallest boys in her class, and he was still fairly tiny for a guy. She knelt down and kissed him on the cheek. I will sit in your place tonight. What a fantastic idea!"
But let it be known that Miss Noriss was not in one of her business suits; on the contrary, she wore a figure-hugging pink summer dress with wide-open shoulders and straps so thin that they barely held it up—not that her dress required much support, anyway. It drooped low over her breasts, exposing a rather nice cleavage—more than he had ever seen before, and even more so when she leaned over to greet him. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he thought the tops of her breasts were almost peeking out of her dress.
"I really like your pajamas. They remind me of James Bond's PJs from one of his movies. Were you attempting to pull off a James Bond impression?"
He gazed at her without emotion. He responded with a simple, "No. No. I wasn't." It was quite childish of him to try to seem like James Bond in his pajamas. Not wanting to make things worse, he considered saying that they looked like Hugh Hefner's pajamas.
"Well, I think you look very handsome in them."
He remained silent.
"Johny," his mom reportedly remarked. "What do you say to Miss Noriss?"
No, I don't think this would be very enjoyable. What if you could relive your childhood and feel the delight all over again? The submissive response he mustered was, "Thank you, Miss Noriss."
She leaned down again, smiled at him, and reached out her hand.
As they shook hands courteously, he returned her grin with an equally uncomfortable one, his gaze shifting to her bust; even with this slight motion, the tops of her breasts jiggled slightly.
Recollections of his youth rushed back to him, including the times he admired her ample bosom, which seemed like it wanted to jump out of her fitted blouses and undo all the buttons. Sometimes he and his pals would wager on whether or not the button would really fall out of its grasp. Although they came perilously near on many times, none of them were able to pull it off. It was annoying whenever she hovered over you to solve an issue. A little more sincerity had crept into his grin.
His mother expressed her happiness that her son was starting to feel better about the situation. While Miss Noriss helped her put on her coat, Mr. Thomson turned to her. "He became enraged when I instructed him to don his pajamas, but I believe he enjoys displaying them to you."
"Mother!" John yelled out. We really need to move the subject away from his jammies.
He leans near Miss Noriss and whispers to her, "He calls them his 'Hugh Hefner' pj's." They both laughed at that.
"Mother, please."
But his mom paid him no mind. "You know, when he was a young child, he developed a serious crush on you."
John's cheeks become redder.
Miss Noriss turned to him and said, "Well, he does look very cute in them." "I imagine they're very comfy."
His grin had faded with time.
"Well, just make sure he's asleep by ten o'clock, and no cookies before bed," she told Johny.
John furrowed his brow. It was as if time had turned back on him; he felt like he was in a liminal zone. When he was in fifth grade, his teacher, Mr. Andersson, threatened to demote him to third grade if he didn't stop acting out. For a few weeks, he behaved considerably better after that; subsequently, he understood he was probably only bluffing, but at the moment, he believed Mr. Andersson meant it. Just picture yourself starting all over in second grade. That was terrifying. It appears that he is six grades behind.
Just as his parents were about to leave, things took a turn for the worst. "You know, Miss Noriss, why don't you have Johny take a bath?" his mother said, her voice carrying a hint of concern about her son's body odor. "You know, budding puberty and all."
John objected, saying, "My gosh, mother!" It had gotten out of hand. He was under the impression that he didn't require a bath. More specifically, he stopped taking baths. The man showered.
"Yes, Mrs. Thomson, I will be sure that he gets a very thorough cleaning."
His response should be, "Yes, please do." It is critical that he cleans between his fingers and behind his ears. Make sure he doesn't get away with a quick wash. He may use a nice scrub.
"Mother, really."
Listen up, young man; you understand. We need to go now. Johny, you must obey her orders. She turned to Miss Noriss for a last word, saying, "If he disobeys you in any way, you let me know, and he will get a good spanking!" "She wanted to hear from Miss Noriss that you were a nice little boy when she returned."
He wished she would just vanish. Everything would be alright when she departed. Please, just go.
"Well, very good, Johny; let's go have your bath," Miss Noriss said to John as she turned to him, took his hand, and walked him down the hall to the bathroom while his mother left. "Where is it?"
"At the end of the hall," he said grudgingly. The idea of having to take a bath made John extremely irritated and agitated, so he trailed after her. The fact that she dragged him along by the hand, as one would with a stubborn young kid, did not help matters. Even though his mother had said that he smelled, he still didn't think he needed a wash. Once he was in the privacy of the restroom, he would check in. Was that his actual scent?
One could get a good look at Miss Noriss from behind thanks to her lovely swaying short summer dress. The skirt was quite short. It stopped short of covering her entire , which was as perky as ever. The tops of her thigh-high nylons were visible to him; she was clicking her high heels on the hardwood floor of the corridor, and her thighs were rubbing against one another, making small swishing noises. He entertained the thought of her jumping in the tub with him for a little while. Her kind guidance as they made their way to the restroom helped him daydream about a pleasant scenario. He wasn't sure if he should propose it or not. That was a truly absurd suggestion, to be sure. Nevertheless, he remained a young adult. Did it not violate any rules? Plus, she did say, "Let's go have your bath." He might claim he just misunderstood her. Absolutely not! Now that his dick was growing within his underwear, he had to quit thinking. The dream was absurd, and he was certain he wouldn't want his pajamas to be visible when they arrived at the restroom.
Her leading him directly into the restroom, though, was counterproductive. She would presumably just leave him at the door, he thought. Instead, she went with him.
As they entered the restroom, she did release his hand, but it was merely to create a stir. He deeply disapproved of her actions. It would be within his capability to handle things on his own. There was a time when he even ran his own water while taking baths. He was unsure if he was responsible for running the bath in sixth grade. He was definitely starting puberty at the time, so he must have, it heightened his perception that he was being treated like a child. His mother and Miss Noriss had clearly intended for it to be that way. They planned to prove their point by acting toward him as if he were a little child.
However, he was able to freely appreciate her bare  as she bent over the tub, running the water. Past the tops of her nylons and nearly reaching her jeans, her skirt was riding high on her thighs. He contemplated getting down on his knees to get a peek at her skirt. This had happened to him and his buddies several times in her class, and each time it had been far better than the last. In addition, as she adjusted the temperature of the water taps to her liking, her bosom drooped and swung somewhat in her loose dress. He adjusted his penis inside his underwear while she concentrated on achieving the perfect temperature for the water.
"Johny," she murmured, her attention fixed on the faucets.
"Yes, ma'am," he responded.
"Why don't you get out of those PJ's while I get the water ready?"
A wave of unease, bordering on fear, carried him away. "What?"
She spoke to him while turning back, a charming smile on her lips. With her left hand, she continued to watch the river. Her repeated remark, "Get out of your PJs, silly," betrayed her complete lack of awareness of how offensive her initial proposal had been. She said, "You don't want to take a bath in your pajamas, do you?" He responded with a chuckle, and she returned her focus to the water spraying from the tap.
John is now pushing the age card. "Miss Noriss, I just don't think that's right."
She stole another look at him. "But what's wrong, Johny?"
"I mean, um, well, you shouldn't be seeing me naked, you know."
She grinned, like a mother soothing her son. "Oh, Johny, in my time as a babysitter and educator, I've witnessed a great deal of feces." Now, please don't be ashamed of that.
"However, madam, I've outgrown my boyhood. My age is seventeen.
"Oh, pish, posh." And regardless, your mom wanted me to make sure you got clean. I don't see how I can fulfill that duty if I'm not physically here.
She planned to observe him while he bathed. Everything was deteriorating. Is it possible that his wildest dreams were finally materializing? "Are you going to bathe with me?"
That proposal made her laugh so hard that her breasts jiggled with delight. "You're the little scamp, aren't you?" Johny, you're being ridiculous. Do you not agree that it would be completely unacceptable? In your opinion, is it appropriate for a teacher to bathe one of her students? "Have you ever considered soaking in my tub while we were in my class?" she said, turning back to him. "
"No, no, no, I didn't, not at all," he said, reddening on the inside. It wasn't one of his old fantasies, but it was close enough to many of them, and the very thought of them made him feel uneasy.
Then she said, "No, absolutely not. "You're a wonderful little boy, aren't you?"" She had gotten the water at the temperature she wanted and so turned her full attention to him, sitting on the edge of the tub, her hands clasped demurely in her lap, her breasts presented so prominently before her, her skirt riding up high on her thighs, and the top of her nylons so clearly displayed beneath her clasped hands. "You do want me to tell your mother that you were a good little boy, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am." He really wanted it; he didn't want to go through this ordeal again.
"And she told you to do everything I said."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, then, I say we shed our pajamas and hit the pool. I believe you'll enjoy it very much, and the tub is almost full. It's pleasant and warm.
Fortunately, the conversation and concern had slowed down his burgeoning erection. Just consider the possibility that he might still have it.
Without looking at Miss Noriss, he undid his pajamas, took off his shirt, and drew down his underwear and boxers.
The sight of the boy's cute little rump made Miss Noriss smile. She generally finds the butt of men unattractive, but Johny's was endearing, possibly due to his diminutive size. When he leaned over, his testicles became visible, causing her to suppress a giggle due to their small size.
John removed his pajamas and entered the tub with his left foot first. Usually he would put his right foot first, but this time he wanted to avoid his teacher. He was embarrassed to show her his genitalia, which was already limp and curled up, but he knew it would be even worse if he showed her an erection. She would think he was a pervert, and she might be shocked and horrified. What if she informed his mother? And she probably would. Imagine if your babysitter or teacher informed your mother that you have uncontrollable erections. Either way, he would fail in both situations.
He waited for his feet and ankles to become used to the water's temperature before getting in.
"Johny, please act quickly. She proceeded to playfully rubbed him on the  while saying, "You simply need to submerge that adorable little fanny into the water!" She reassured him that he would soon be able to watch at least one TV episode before going to bed. The squishy texture made it delightful to pet.
Unappreciative of the caress on his exposed buttocks, John sat down in a hurry. He hesitated just before the hot water submerged his nuts. Had she intentionally made it that hot? He scowled, allowing his weight to draw him in.
Johny, what a good boy! I thought that was easy, didn't you?"
"No, ma'am," he said with a hint of sadness. Imagine his friends seeing him now; they would laugh so hard that he would never recover.

"Do you have a rubber ducky or boat you like to play with?"
Oh my! What is her estimation of my age? I consistently respond with "No, no, ma'am." In all honesty, I abstain from tampering with any matter.
"Well, if you're sure."
"I'm sure, really honest."
"Well, I guess then maybe you are a big boy now."
Subtly responding, "Yes, ma'am," he expressed his lack of self-confidence.
After that, Miss Noriss dipped one of the washcloths into the bath water, pressed it over his head several times to wet his hair, then took up the shampoo that was resting on the tubside, filled her hand with it, and washed it into his hair.
Calling all Miss Noriss! "I'm capable of washing myself!" he insisted. I always give myself a bath.
"No, honey, I have to do this." Now, cover your eyes; this shampoo is quite irritating if it gets in them. We should really be using baby-safe shampoo; the next time we do this, I will remember to bring some.
No second chance was ever going to be an option.
She gave his hair a good wash and then instructed him, "Now, get down on your knees, bend over, and rinse your hair in the tub." She emphasized the importance of keeping his eyes closed throughout the process.
He said, "Yes, ma'am," with his clinched fists revealing the pain of the shampoo that had seeped into his eyes.
As he drew himself into position, he became aware that he would be sticking his nude butt up in the air, as closing his eyes helped him forget that he was nude in her presence.
His  looked even more adorable now, all shining and shimmering from the water. As his face was submerged, she freely caressed his smooth contours with her palm.
He nearly squirmed in surprise at her touch, but he sped up the process of rinsing his hair, then sprang back up to get his bot John under water and away from her fingers.
This was just the beginning. She continued by washing him from head to toe, paying special attention to his hands, ears, feet, and under his arms. She even went so far as to clean under his fingernails, as his mother had insisted. It was mostly tedious and humiliating, but it got worse. After that, it was just the beginning.
"Okay, Johny, now stand up and turn around."
She told him to wipe his legs, and he obeyed, thinking she may also tell him to clean his fanny.
"Bend over, and let me clean your ."
He argued, "I don't believe you need to clean me there," which was peculiar.
Ask Johny, "Is that your lower half?"
"Well, yeah, sure."
"Can you tell me if you have any confidential information?"
His face became red with shame as he remained silent.
"I can almost see brownie stripes on your briefs."Would you like me to take a look? I'd be happy to. Does your mom check them for you? If they're clean, then I won't have to clean you there."
He was adamant that she not look into his briefcase. He wasn't sure she would find anything, but he still didn't like the thought of her rummaging through his underwear in quest of brownie stripes. Even a tiny quantity, which she probably would find, would be extremely embarrassing and require more washing. so that you can be swept away. "No, no, that's fine."
"Very well." In fact, bow down and lift your  up for me.
Could anything possibly be more demeaning than this? It was that bad.
"Johny, I need to get in there really good." Now, spread your cheeks for me."
It seems like things might get worse from here. With a pitiful smile, he turned back to her, begging for her mercy. "Mother has never really cleaned me back there." , in fact. There's no need for it.
"Oh, Johny, I'm sure she did when you were younger." You just don't remember, my dear. Come on, boy, and open it for me."
"Miss Noriss, I really don't think it's necessary."
"I guess we could use an enema instead," she said sternly as she softly tapped his buttocks. "Are you interested in that?"
"No, no, ma'am." John's pulse was pounding as he firmly refused. Despite having never owned one before, he was convinced he would despise it.
"However, I must still notify your mother of your refusal, and I have my doubts that you would find the prospect of a spanking appealing. In fact, I have reason to believe that she may even spank you while administering a second enema."
Distracted, he reached behind him. He was shocked because he was letting Miss Noriss view the most private area of his body—his cheeks—a portion he had never seen anybody before.
The sight of the boy's small brown star and his shame made Miss Noriss smile widely. Once more, she had no interest in hairy assholes, but despite the absence of hair, she found this little rose bud to be adorable.
She started by gently massaging the soap all over his anus to make sure it was clean and soapy.
To John, it really wasn't that horrible. Actually, I kind of liked it. What he didn't anticipate was the titillating, tickling, and tingling sensation of having something slick and moist massage his butthole. As he surrendered to what was genuinely enjoyable, he felt his sphincter and every muscle in his body loosen. Back when he was a kid, the idea of Miss Noriss tickling his butthole never occurred to him. Similarly, he didn't fully comprehend the sensation of having a teacher tickle his anus. Caress your member.
When she eventually halted, his disappointment grew even deeper. But stopping to wash her finger completely was her only motivation. She went so far as to spray shampoo on her puckered anus. my nus.  Now that he was ready, she returned her finger to the hole, but this time she was going to penetrate it instead of tickle it.
At first, he wanted to block her entrance so much that he clenched his sphincter.
She was aware of his reluctance and refrained from inserting her finger. At this time, no. As she tenderly caressed his butthole with the tip of her finger, she also softly massaged his anus with her slick fingertip.
A pleasure squeal from John's lips. He could also feel the swelling in his groin area. Now he was experiencing intense erotica, but he knew he couldn't tell anybody about it. It was both wonderful and arousing—dirty, naughty, wrong, and seductive.
After that, she pushed her finger all the way into his buttocks. p.  His astonishment was palpable as he struggled to comprehend the invasion. get up.  Although his lubricated and relaxed sphincter made the process somewhat painless, it was nonetheless painful. It seemed intrusive and inappropriate to have a woman's finger thrust up his buttocks in such a way. To make matters worse, she began vigorously massaging her finger within his rectum, as if trying to clean him from the inside out.
That was correct. She forcefully withdrew her finger, refilled it with shampoo and soap, and then pushed it back up to wash and clean him inside.
"Didn't that feel good, Johny?"
He couldn't put his finger on the sensation; it was strange, perhaps pleasant, but certainly strange.
"It always feels nice to get good and clean, to get a real good scrubbing."
She smiled as she felt his little prostate and pushed her finger into his buttocks again and again, cleaning and re-insertioning it every so often. Occasionally, she explored his insides.
John was relieved he didn't have to use the restroom because it would have been humiliating for her to see him do it. What if she wanted to see him pee? She definitely wouldn't. Would she? You could never tell what this woman would do.
On occasion, she would playfully poke her finger into his buttocks, giving him the impression that his attractive elementary school teacher was actually engaging in intimate activities with him. However, he knew that this couldn't be true. Contrary to his desires, he felt his penis enlarging, which he found deeply perplexing. It wasn't that he enjoyed it; it was just that his instructor, who wore a seductive summer dress, was acting inappropriately toward him. Wasn't it acceptable for him to find that pleasing?
"There it is; all clean, like a good little boy." "When your mother returns home, you should demonstrate to her how spotless you are in that area."
He would absolutely not do that. As soon as this was over, he would go to sleep. There was absolutely no way he would permit it.
"Alright, let's get back up and do the front side now, and then we'll be done," she stated after rinsing her finger in the tub.
It was already awkward to feel aroused in her company, and it was even more awkward when she poked her finger up his buttocks. He was glad that the butt was cleaned up, but he was still embarrassed by the size of his penis.
"Oh, that's okay; I can do that myself."
Everyone needs to wash their pee-pee, but that's the most critical portion, Johny.
As he reddened, John's face showed shame. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know."
"Does your little man wear a hood?"
John arched an eyebrow and shifted his gaze back to Miss Noriss, who was still covering his privates with his hand, even if he was trying to hide them. She said, "Excuse me?" but he failed to get her meaning.
"Does your pee-pee have a coverlet?"
It remained a mystery to him.
"Foreskin?"
"Jeeez," he thought to himself. Why was she too shy to say it? His dissatisfaction at not having undergone circumcision prompted him to respond, "Yes, indeed." Yes, it does." With all that coiled flesh gathered up at the end, he felt it looked silly. To avoid attention when he removed his shorts, he would occasionally remove the foreskin in the restroom before entering a locker room. He thought it looked more rugged with the foreskin pushed back.
"Well, then, it's even more critical that you wash it there every day." "Do you know what happens if you don't wash underneath your coverlet?"
John sensed a significant warmth spreading across his face. "Yes, I know, I know."
"Well, that's very good. Perhaps you are a big boy now. Why don't you tell me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Tell your teacher what happens if you don't wash under your blankee."
This babysitter was just terrible. He forgot that he shouldn't have to experience this with anyone else, and he felt compelled to urge his mother to never, ever ask her to babysit him again. Regardless, acknowledging the presence of smegma (penis cheese) was already embarrassing enough, but he really needed to bring it up in front of his sixth grade teacher while undressed in the tub.
"Now, don't be shy about it, Johny. Little boys shouldn't be shy about things like this, especially with their babysitter."
"It can get dirty underneath."
"Have you ever gotten dirty underneath?"
His already heated face became even hotter. "No, no, it's never happened to me."
Are you kidding me? "Oh, Johny, I don't believe that for a single second." "What will your mother say if I inquire whether you have ever consumed penis cheese?"
He had absolutely no intention of bringing this up in their conversation. They would most likely force him to stand there while they debated it, possibly even exposing his penis for a closer look. "Yes, yes, okay, yeah, I've had it."
She says, "Now, that's much better." You should now turn around and allow Miss Noriss to thoroughly wash the little fellow. "We'll give him a nice little bath to keep him fresh and clean, and there will be no nasty penis cheese gathering under his collar."
The positive aspect is that our conversation has successfully reduced his edema. He was now limping again. Unfortunately, he had no choice except to show the attractive teacher his small, limp penis.
He bravely removed his hands from his privates, got up, turned to face her, and exposed his penis and testicles for her to examine. As she kneeled before the tub, he stood on his privates, which were inches away from hers.
She grinned widely. "Oh, what a precious little bundle of joy, tucked snugly in his blanket! "I bet he's sound asleep, dreaming the most delightful dreams," she said, her gaze meeting his, which was really turning away. "Johny, what does your little man dream about?" "Does he dream about playing with little girls?"
Typically, John would consider it a fantasy come true to present his member to his lovely instructor, the captivating, lovely, and curvaceous Miss Noriss, especially if he was presenting himself within inches of her gaze or, more crucially, her lips. He thought he would harden in a matter of seconds. During his time in her class, he had really fantasized about just such a situation. But he never thought it would turn out this way. He remained silent.
You agree that it would be best not to wake him up while we give him a bath? " We'll try not to wake him up while we give him his bath. " Really?"
Nodding, he understood exactly what she meant.
Furthermore, it would be unwise for you to humiliate yourself in front of your instructor."
There was no reason why she couldn't just do it. But the more she talked about it in such a shameful way, the less likely it was to actually happen.
She lathered herself with soap and began washing him, starting with his testicles. She did this with loving care, massaging his sensitive sack and balls with her hard yet sensitive fingers.
John closed his eyes, but this time more with nervous excitement than embarrassment. Her fingers did feel nice. This was now closer to what he had imagined. It certainly fell far short of what he had fantasized about, but it was a darn close second. When he masturbated, he did not play with his balls. Perhaps like all men, he routinely forewent the pre-sexual encounter and proceeded directly to the core of the matter: his genitalia. He hadn't imagined that it would add much to the experience to fondle and play with his testicles, but he now knew he was clearly wrong. It is amazing what one can learn from their teachers. They do appear to know quite a lot, and there was much to learn from their instruction and example. He vowed to try this the next time, as her fingers felt so, so good.
With her left hand, she delicately nestled his nuts, and with her right, she gripped his penis, rubbing the slippery soap into his soft, shrunken shaft.
She of course pulled back the foreskin to get the soap underneath, and in fact, she kept sliding the foreskin on and off the head of his penis as she washed his little man. Sliding the foreskin on and off was a good way to clean the head. It was like the penis had its own built-in slippery, soft, smooth shammy. From John's perspective, the experience was remarkably similar to engaging in a sexual act. Miss Noriss' feminine, gentle hands held his penis just above her prominently displayed breasts, and from this angle, he peered right down into that deep, luscious cleavage. As she slid his foreskin onto and off his cock, he observed her breasts flex and contort like two sizable bowls of gelatin. He very quickly began to swell. It was really unavoidable.
She grinned sympathetically as she glanced up at him and said, "Oh my, I'm afraid I woke up the little darling."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again, his voice dripping with shame. On one hand, he felt great—at least physically. Having an erection always made him feel good, but this occasion was especially satisfying. On the other hand, he was incredibly embarrassed. She was entirely accurate in stating that he despised receiving a boner in the presence of his instructor, behaving like an immature child.
He begged Miss Noriss not to tell his mother, but the sheer act of asking made him feel like he was admitting the "fact" that he was a terrible, ashamed kid.
Now, Johny, don't be embarrassed. Miss Noriss, being the compassionate educator that she is, was really sympathetic and comforting. I always experience this feeling when I clean the penises of small boys. Feeling enthusiastic is very normal.
Although it was somewhat reassuring, he could not help but ponder the number of penises of young boys that she had purified. He certainly wasn't one of them.
"Actually, it's really helpful for the cleaning." "It's so much easier to do a very thorough and complete job when it's all stiff and hard like this." And indeed, it was. She firmly wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and proceeded to slide her fist up and down its length, working the slippery soap into his skin and all around the shiny, swollen bulb. She was especially thorough there, making sure to clean the sensitive underside. He jerked and twitched at the intense stimulation from her warm, soapy, slippery fingers. "You see, it's so much easier now to work the soap into every single inch of the skin. The whole thing is on display." "When you clean it, do you make it hard like this, Johny?" "
Probably not on a regular basis, but maybe once or twice accidentally, he said. Neither did he respond. He had no intention of disclosing his masturbation method to her. Regardless, he was more concerned with gaining his balance, pressing his palm against the tiled wall. Masturbation was quite comparable to the feeling. Her palm, slick with soap, felt much better than usual. Additionally, his primary school instructor, whose big tits were now jiggling extremely aggressively, was engaged in masturbation. Even though it was obviously far more fantastical than reality, this was eerily similar to the dreams he had as a youngster. Even though he may have a hard time explaining how he got into this jam, he would tell his buddies about it nonetheless.
Miss Noriss's soapy hands caressed and stroked the young man's firm, nude member, and the room was filled with the sound of her movements.
But she finally spoke up to inquire. "Are you old enough to squirt, Johny?"
"What? Well, yes, of course," he said, his voice quivering with eagerness and anticipation. That is an interesting question! As a penalty, his mother had bargained with her; he knew she was acting like a small boy, but wasn't it too much? He was not only of legal age, but he was also going to do it right this second. In fact, he was on the verge of spraying, with the intention of dousing Miss Noriss' exquisite visage and magnificently exposed genitalia. Miss Noriss and her breasts would be his pleasure. Is there anything that could possibly top it? Out of nowhere, the most despicable babysitter transformed into the most exemplary one. Getting in trouble was of no concern to him. This was so much more than anything he had ever imagined; therefore, the effort would be worthwhile. He would prove to her that he was legally of squirting age.
"Well, we can't have you squirting it here," she said, releasing his firm grasp on her. "Oh my goodness, you might even spill some on my lovely summer dress." She stood up, her dress drenched and clinging tightly to her bosom, drawing his attention to her ample breasts, which were already alluring. Perhaps he might see a sliver of lace brassiere through the cloth, he thought to himself. Her ample, round tits snugly shaped the garment. "Do you like my dress, Johny? I just got it today. I think it has such a pretty color. I just love pink, don't you? And don't you just love the little red violets sprinkled all over? It's just so gay and happy."

John didn't know what he was feeling. Two large pink globes, sprinkled with red violets, captivated his attention. He was speechless and breathless. He wanted to cough so bad. He had been so close. But instead, he had to stand there, his hard dick thrusting out, his eyes just inches from those fantastic boobs. He so much wanted to just bury his face in them, in their soft, wet fullness, and then grasp his cock and jerk it off. It wouldn't take long; just a couple more seconds, and it would be over. However, when she released her hand from his cock, the spell broke, and he now possessed sufficient rationality and reason to understand that he shouldn't engage in such behavior. But, man, would he take care of himself when he did get to bed? At the moment, he no longer minded having to go to bed early tonight. He wanted to go to bed right after his bath. He turned his face towards the taller woman, looking up past her jutting mounds to her smiling face, her large, pretty eyes, and her fluttering lashes, and said, "Yes, it's a very pretty dress."

"That's so sweet of you. "What a nice little man!" He took some solace in her finally referring to him as a man, even if he was still little.

"But, oh my," she exclaimed, "I seem to have gotten a bit wet myself. I better get out of this and hang it up to dry. I certainly can't be walking around in a wet dress, can I, Johny?"

"No, ma'am. You certainly shouldn't do that." He sure hoped that was the right answer.

She pulled the thin straps off her shoulders, all the while smiling so coquettishly. She held the dress against her breasts as she pulled her arms free of the straps. Once the straps were hanging free, she smiled at him and let her hands fall to her sides. The wet dress clung to her breasts briefly, but then slipped to the floor, gathering at her feet in a small crumpled pile of pink with red violet sprinkles.

But he had not followed the dress's path down to her feet. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the revelations the dress presented. The pretty, voluptuous Miss Noriss was there before him, dressed only in her brassiere, pants, garter belt, nylons, and high heels. It was every boy's dream to have his teacher dressed this way, or undressed this way, standing before him. His dick gave an instinctive twitch of approval.

She was wearing a white lacy, half-cup, strapless brassiere. The cups were no more than just that—cups filled to the brim, actually overflowing, with soft, full white breasts that rose up well past the rims like two large pale mounds of ice cream. Her stiff, perky nipples were easily visible through the thin lace. Even if the cups were solid cotton, he still would have seen them, as they were so stiff and pointy. Would it be wrong to grab hold of his cock now? Wasn't that only natural?

His gaze swept down to her matching white lace bikini pants. They seemed to be two sizes too small, as they covered very little and were so very, very tight. At the most crucial spot, where a rising mound of flesh was visible, the lace ended, yet they remained so snug that he could clearly discern a split in the mound: Miss Noriss's camel toe. He was actually looking at Miss Noriss's camel toe. Okay, now he really had to grab hold of his cock. It's obvious that she would want him to do so. Why else take the dress off?

"Do you like seeing your teacher in her undies?"

"Um, yeah," he replied, taking hold of his hard cock.

"Johny! My goodness! No!"

He quickly let go. No, apparently she didn't want him to do that.

"Johny, did your mother tell you it was okay to play with yourself in front of your teacher?"

He shook his head, suddenly feeling very nervous and concerned.

She put her hands on her hips and looked at him quite sternly, as she had done when he had misbehaved in class. "Well, I would certainly hope not. "Do you think it's appropriate to play with your hard, stiff pee-pee in front of your teacher?"

"No, ma'am. No, definitely not." He wondered if she was going to have him stand in the corner. Maybe he could at least play with himself there.

"Yes, well, I can see now why your mother had me come over."Goodness gracious. "Did you and all your little friends play with yourselves at your party?"

"No, ma'am. "No, no, no, we didn't."

"Well, I do understand that boys do get erections when they reach a certain age, but you must also know that you need to learn to control yourself. Immediately upon spotting a beautiful girl, you should not begin to play with yourself.

"No, ma'am, of course not."I won't do it again."

"Well, alright then. Now, you get out of that tub, and I will dry you off."

"Yes, ma'am." He carefully stepped out. He was always careful to step out of a tub; he once slipped on the wet tiled floor, badly bruising his hip. At the moment, he felt particularly unsteady on his feet, so he moved cautiously.

"Here, let me help you," she said, and she used her left hand on his shoulder to steady him, her right hand grasping hold of his stiff dick to guide him from the tub.

John was unsure as to why she was using his hardened cock to assist in removing him from the tub, but he was not complaining at the moment. It just felt so good to have at least someone's hand on it, and her hand was, in fact, a lot better than his own.

She retrieved a large bath towel from a lower cabinet and proceeded to dry him off. She made sure that she got every inch of him and paid particular attention to drying his , even between the cheeks, down into his crack. She made him bend over to do so, and she even spread his cheeks apart. "We don't want you to get a rash or anything," she said, as she gently rubbed the soft cloth up and down within the crack of his buttocks. She then bent over very close, getting her face just a couple of inches from his butt, perhaps even less, and lightly blew soft puffs of air against his anus.

It seemed strangely erotic to John to have a woman blowing wisps of air at his anus. How very subtle and alluring!

She did, though, explain. "This will help you achieve even better results." You know, it can be very helpful to use a hair dryer around your pee-pee after you bathe, so you don't develop any nasty old crotch rot." Once again, his penis began to soften.

But it sprung right back up when she turned him around to dry him there, using her special drying technique. She pulled back his foreskin and lightly blew puffs of air all around the crown, even on, or perhaps especially so, underneath it, where he was most sensitive to touch. He became so stiff and hard. The mere touch of puffs of air made him wonder if he might even be able to cum; it felt so nice, perfectly complemented by the sight of her red lips, less than an inch from his swollen bulb, all puckered up as if she was actually going to kiss him right on the tip, all over the crown, and underneath. What a wonderful time it would be now to cum. It would just splash all over those sweet, feminine puckered lips and then drip down into that deep valley of white wiggly pulchritude hanging out beneath his stiff, swollen cock.

But he didn't get the opportunity to find out, as she didn't do it for too long, or at least not long enough. She got back to her feet, her breasts wiggling in their fragile cups.

Miss Noriss then grasped his penis in her left hand and led him out of the bathroom. "Now, let's get you into a fresh pair of pajamas."

As they were leaving the bathroom, she inquired. "Which way to your bedroom?"

"Upstairs, ma'am," he softly, deferentially replied. Of course, her hand felt terribly nice grasping his cock. What could be more satisfying than having your teacher, dressed only in her undies, grab hold of your naked, hard cock? But she wasn't doing it to jerk him off. It was not a sensual or sexual hold. Something about your erection leading you around made you feel a bit demeaned and childish.

"Well, then, let's go see what we can find," she said, leading him up the stairs and towing him along by his hard cock.

His gaze remained fixed on her swaying, pantied  as they ascended the stairs. The pants were so tight on Miss Noriss's round, perky ass. He could see every curve, all her roundness, wagging and waving this way and that as she worked her way up the stairs. He always enjoyed seeing a girl's  as he trailed her up a staircase, and one dressed only in small, tight pants was a step even higher. It was quickly becoming quite erotic again. He felt a pretty woman grasp his hard cock, her  swinging flirtatiously in front of him, as they made their way to his bedroom. He was actually going to be in his bedroom, naked, with his teacher, dressed in nothing but her underwear. He would probably share this information with his friends—well, maybe not the part where she's dragging him by his dick.

"You know, Johny," she explained as she led him up the stairs. "A few of my students have at times come around my house and peeked through my windows." She stopped and turned back to face him, giving him a stern look while firmly and roughly squeezing his cock. "You never did anything like that, did you?"

Indeed, he may have seen it once, or perhaps even twice. But he had never seen anything. "No, ma'am."

She cocked an eyebrow, trying to judge if he was lying. She knew he was lying, and John could also tell, or at least suspected, that she didn't believe him. Maybe there was more to what she was doing tonight than just being punished for having a party.

She averted her gaze and proceeded to guide him by his cock. "Well, I've already caught one of them once." Little Timmy Thompson. I was only wearing my pants and brassiere when he peered through the window of my bedroom. She stopped and turned back once again, this time with a flirtatious smile. She said, "Just like I'm dressed right now," and gave him another gentle, sensual squeeze.

"Yes, ma'am," he gulped.

She turned back to finish her climb up the stairs and led him down the upstairs hallway to his bedroom, which was easy to find with the poster of Hugh Hefner's Girls Next Door on the door. He particularly liked Bridget. He even had an autographed picture of her. "I snuck outdoors, caught him, and made him come inside." She paused at the entrance to his bedroom. "Do you know what I made him do?"

He didn't really want to ask, but he knew he had to. "What?"

"I made him take off all of his clothes and be naked with me all evening." "I wanted him to feel what it was like to be so naked and exposed, and have someone else look at and stare at your naked parts." She leaned closer to him, pressed her lacy brassiere and her soft breasts against him, and softly ran her fingers up and down his shaft. "He even has a stiff willy, just like you," she said. As she opened the door, she said, "Although I do think yours is a bit bigger than his."

He smiled at the compliment, although he also realized that, of course, his would be bigger. His should actually be a lot bigger. Shouldn't it? He was aware that his size wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't insignificant either, right? It's interesting how someone could interpret a compliment as a slight.

She towed him into his bedroom, let go of the tow bar, and proceeded directly to his dresser. She searched some time through the drawers for suitable attire. He briefly contemplated relieving himself right there. He could perhaps pretend to be looking for slippers beneath the bed and then jerk off out of her sight. But he knew he would unlikely get away with it, and that would be a very bad story to have to tell his mother. How many boys jerk off behind their babysitter? No, that wouldn't be too good. And how embarrassing would it be to have his teacher catch him jerking off? He wondered what happened to Timmy Thompson. Did she eventually give him relief or just send him on his way? Perhaps he could ask her to finish the story?

Miss Noriss then exclaimed, "Oh my, yes, here is a wonderful pair!" She turned around and displayed for him, hanging from her hands, the s of his old cowboy pj's. He hadn't worn them in years. He had, in fact, forgotten that they were still there. He must have tucked them deep into the drawer. Why did she have to find that pair?

His face turned beet red. "Oh, I don't think I can fit in those anymore. I don't wear them anymore."

"Oh, pish, posh."I'm sure they will fit. You're still quite little, you know."

Why must she remind him of that, particularly as he was standing there before her, naked and stiff? How many guys would like that? It was stated that they were "relatively small" while they stood in front of you and exposed their large, tough cock. Well, she wasn't actually referring to his cock, was she?

"Now you come over here and try these on."

"Yes, ma'am," he glumly replied. "So went the fantasy of the Hugh Hefner pajamas," he thought as he walked over, his stiff dick swinging back and forth like an extended crane. He did at least use the excuse of needing to steady himself by resting a hand on her bare shoulder. He fixed his eyes on her bobbling boobs as he stepped into the pajama s. Unfortunately, they still fit, albeit only marginally, despite the fact that his cock protruded significantly from the front.

"Here, we can't have him stuffed inside like that." She unbuttoned his fly, reached inside, and pulled out his erection. "That's much better there." In the event of an accident, you will be able to squirt on the floor without getting your pants soiled. Your mama will appreciate that."

The thought of possibly being able to shoot off anywhere—he didn't care at this point—was encouraging. Although he certainly wouldn't want Miss Noriss to tell his mother about it, He understood that he needed to exercise self-control. There was no way that he could complain without his mother getting upset about it. How many mothers would be pleased that their son ejaculated in the presence of the babysitter? No, no, he had to control himself as best he could in the presence of this so terribly erotic teacher.

"Now," she said, as she pulled out the matching top from the dresser drawer and handed it to him. "You get the top on, put on some slippers, and meet me in the living room. You performed admirably by taking a bath, and we still have time to watch at least one television program before you retire for the night." As she was about to leave the bedroom, she turned back to him and said, "Johny, really, you look so cute in those PJ's. I can see why you like them so much."

He was at a loss for words. He just stared dumbfoundedly at her as he pulled his arms into the soft cotton sleeves.

"And you know, they're really quite fitting." It's like you have your own personal rifle sticking out, all cocked and ready to shoot." She then puckered her lips, blew him a kiss, and declared, "I have a special treat for you downstairs if you maintain a sharp rifle." She then turned and left, leaving him to ponder what she might have meant by that.

His fantasies ran wild. There had to be a single meaning. She was going to have sex with him. No, no, she wouldn't do that. That was expecting way too much. Maybe she would just blow him? Imagine getting a blowjob from his elementary school teacher. That would be so, so cool. As per her directive, he placed his hand on his cock and gently stroked it while contemplating it, ensuring that it remained firm and vigorous. It hardly mattered that he was now eighteen. She was still very, very, very sexy and gorgeous, as a matter of fact. She appeared virtually unchanged from the time he was in her class; she was now solely attired in bras and pants, which were particularly seductive. It would be an amazing experience, and it wouldn't even be considered wrong, illegal, or anything else. He was free to do what he wanted, as was she. Frankly, it would be great even if she hadn't been his teacher. Having a babysitter was turning out to be fantastic. He then suddenly felt the urge to cough. He had been jerking himself too hard. Actually, he realized that he could probably get away with jerking himself off right now. Shoot a good load, and then get it hard again. But she had told him to keep it good and hard for his reward. If he jerked it off, he might not be able to get it hard again, at least not that quickly or that well. However, he was confident that he could, especially considering what awaited him downstairs. As he resumed his stroking, he thought about Miss Noriss's pretty soft red lips wrapped around his hard cock, her wet tongue washing him once again.

He let go. He better not take the chance. He ought to do exactly what she says. Even if he got hard again, she might be able to figure out that he had jerked off. She could detect the scent of sperm on his cock, notice a flush on his face, or simply discern that he was concealing something from her. Teachers do have a way of telling when you are lying. He could tell that she didn't believe him when he denied ever peeking in her window. But he hadn't seen anything. He probably should have said that; he simply told the truth. It's always best to be honest with your teacher. His balls ached so badly as he slipped into a new pair of socks and ran down the stairs, his cock swinging back and forth like a crane in a storm.

He dashed to the living room to get his reward.

And there she was, poised to receive him, adorned solely in a half-cup brassiere, pants, nylons, and high heels, all the while beaming with beauty. Her expression was rather shy and coy, with her hands clasped demurely behind her back and one knee cocked inward to slightly hide her cunnie, her face conveying a bit of discomfort at standing and posing like this for him in the middle of his parents' living room. Her breasts were rising and falling within their cups, revealing a nervous excitement. They had closed the curtains to ensure their privacy. The television's light cast a warm glow on her body. The sound was off, possibly because they were not actually going to watch television. Her modest smile turned into a big grin as she watched his hard-on waving down the hallway.

"Oh, Johny, such a good little boy. Your little boner is still there. I guess young boys can keep them up for a pretty long time. I think your mother would be very proud of you."

He did not understand at all why his mother would be proud of that, nor was he expecting her to actually tell his mother about this. She certainly wasn't planning on telling her about this, was she? She couldn't be that naive. But he wasn't going to think about or worry about that right now. He had much more important plans. He wanted his reward. He wondered if he would be able to grasp hold of those big, soft mounds. He wouldn't even mind if she refused to allow him under her brassiere. He wouldn't even care if she made him take care of himself. Well, at this point, that would be a pretty big disappointment. No; she would obviously do it for him.

"Well, come here, little man, and get your reward. I made you some milk and cookies!"

His heart fell. That was it? Milk and cookies?

"Well, I didn't actually make the cookies." I just got them out of a box. They're gingerbread cookies. I hope you like gingerbread. But I guess you must, because why else would your mother have them?"

Actually, these were his father's favorite cookies. His favorite was chocolate chips. His mother never made those anymore. Sometimes, it's hard to grow up.

"Now, let's sit down on the couch and watch TV together."

Miss Noriss went over to the couch and patted a spot beside her. "Come on over, Johny, and sit right here next to me. The milk and cookies are right here for you on the coffee table, although I guess it's a milk table right now." She giggled at her little joke.

She was smiling every so invitingly, but also now seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was wearing only her bra and pants and that his cock was sticking out of his pj's.

What seemed more enticing than drinking milk and cookies was "We can snuggle up together on the couch, Johny.
With a newfound sense of embarrassment about his erection, he said, "Okay, okay," before approaching her. She seemed oblivious to it, as if it were nothing. Imagine being exposed to a beautiful woman in her underwear and bra. She pretends like nothing is wrong while your large, robust member sticks out. Even if she didn't taunt him about it, he wanted her to. Ignorance often causes more pain than ridicule.
"Wonderful. It will be so nice to be able to tell your mom what a good boy you have been."
The man sat down on the couch next to her and said, "Yes, ma'am," while his privates protruded from his cowboy pajamas. To activate the audio, she wiggled the control. "I found this amazing show." I'm sorry I couldn't find any cartoons to watch at this hour, but I think you'll love this. It teaches you a lot.
It was a documentary covering all 154 of Shakespeare's sonnets. Miss Noriss could hardly have chosen a less interesting program if she had wanted to; he couldn't help but wonder aloud whether she had sought out the most dreadful program imaginable. He would have preferred a cartoon, though that would have been even more humiliating.
The show did, though, at least help him lose his erection. He would prefer for it to quietly disappear into the night, as it was clearly not going to serve any useful purpose. His balls could withstand no more flirtation, and he would confront it head-on when he went to bed. He would reminisce about their time in the bathroom, especially when she was cleaning his behind. However, the memory of her scrubbing his back was now quite enticing, especially when he imagined her reaching around, pressing her breasts against his buttocks, and stroking him as she worked her finger in and out of his ass. However, contemplating this was not contributing to his erection's decline. He picked up a cookie and a glass of milk and settled back down on the couch, anticipating that his dick would soon soften and relax.
While this was going on, Miss Noriss slid over to him on the couch and pressed up against him, saying, "Now, don't be a stranger, Johny." This didn't help matters. As she drew him closer, she pressed his side against her brassiere and her ample breasts, and he snuggled up against her. She had even wrapped her arm around his shoulder.
He sighed deeply with satisfaction as he savored the delicious cookie (though gingerbread wasn't his favorite), sipped the cool, refreshing milk, and snuggled up against a full, soft breast. It was a little awkward eating a cookie and sipping milk while his head rested against a boob, but he was willing to make the sacrifice. The sensation was like a nice, big, soft pillow tucked into a very lacy pillow case.
Despite caressing her breast, his penis loosened. This could be attributed to the Discovery channel's power. The show was tedious; it seemed to go on and on without ending. Why did he feel the need to write so many sonnets? The room was also extremely hot; Miss Noriss had apparently turned up the thermostat, quite literally. I couldn't say I blamed her; after all, she was undressed, and she might have been a bit chilly otherwise. He yawned loudly after devouring half of the cookies and milk, and I couldn't help but join in.
My apologies, Johny. You could find this show to be a bit too mature, don't you think? That is something I should have known. "Here," she said, scooping up his breast milk and lowering his head into her lap. Feel free to lay your head on my lap if you need a place to sleep. I'll be here for you.
He was indeed tired; perhaps it was both the milk and the show. A glass of milk had always helped him go to sleep as a little boy. He snuggled into her lap, but quickly appreciated that his cheek was now lying right across her bare, womanly thighs, so silky smooth in her nylons. He turned his face away from the television, ostensibly to find a more comfortable position, but more truthfully to turn toward her pants. His eyes and lips were now just an inch, or less, away from the gossamer lace. His eyes widened with delight at such a close, intimate appraisal of Miss Noriss' womanly cunt. His penis stirred as he carefully scrutinized the outline of her mound and, more importantly, her feminine lips, which appeared through the sheer, diaphanous fabric, and he breathed deeply in her scent. It
With a sudden tilt of his head, he wondered if she could tell that he wasn't attempting to sleep at all. But then he realized that she probably couldn't see his wide, open eyes, just as he couldn't see hers either. All he could see were these two tall, delicate half-globes, which seemed to dangle precariously over his face. They had been enormous before, but now they were incredibly impressive, hovering just inches above his eyes.
Since he was resting beneath two huge snowy hillocks, he had no interest in sleeping. Instead, he smiled at the idea of a tasty avalanche of mushy flesh engulfing him.
He gasped in surprise and pleasure. He had no intention of sleeping now. "Okay, I'll keep an eye on him for you." You just go sleepy-bye. If I play with him, maybe he'll have some happy dreams. Miss Noriss leaned back against the couch, out of eyesight, and exclaimed, "Goodness, Johny." She peered past her tits and into his face as he stared up at her in her lap.
In reaction to her feminine fondling, his penis grew quickly and stoutly, sticking out of his trousers like a serpent hatching from its nest. She gently ran her fingers along his length, then delicately touched his crown with her index finger. "I think little boys' penises are so terribly cute," she said, leaning back over her breasts once more. She gazed directly at him and inquired, "Have you shown your little man to a girl, Johny?"
Of course he had. You may have noticed that he wasn't a small child. "Yeah, sure, sure, plenty of times."
Miss Noriss abruptly pricked his sensitive head with her middle finger, flicking her sharp fingernail as she snatched his erection from her thumb.
"Oh no! His screams were a mix of anguish and shock.
"Little boys should not lie to their babysitters," Johny declared. "Now you tell Miss Noriss the truth; otherwise, she will send you to bed without pee-pee play."
He would be willing to go to bed if "pee-pee play" meant more painful and uncomfortable experiences. On top of that, he could get the relief he had been seeking and take better care of himself. was required.  The sensation of female fingers caressing an aroused cock was too much for any young guy to resist, no matter the cost. When you're so aroused and desperate for release, no amount would be too much to pay. If he felt the need, he could join in on this made-up game. was necessary.  "Okay, okay, no, no, I haven't had a girl see it yet."
It was a victory smile for Miss Noriss. "Well, of course not." She sat back down on the couch and resumed her gentle caressing, which brought immense pleasure to John. He gazed up at the two full moons hanging above him, his head resting on Miss Noriss' silky thighs. "You behave appropriately as a young boy; you would not show girls your filthy, naughty belongings." It might have been a sinister little play, but it felt good.
Oh my goodness, T! I just realized that the first thing that would ever touch your wee-wee would be my fingers. She caressed him all over, and they could both hear the satisfying squishing of cum cum as it lubricated beneath his foreskin and slid on and off his cock."
"Yes, ma'am," he moaned as he felt himself becoming nearer again.
"It must be quite enjoyable to have your instructor run her hand up and down your small boy's cock."
If she persisted in her actions, she would quickly discover the true extent of the enjoyment, saying, "Yes, yes, it is."
"Did you ever think that Miss Noriss would stroke your penis like this, Johny?"
"Absolutely not," he said in shock.
She leaned back over her breasts to talk to him directly, briefly paused, and grasped him firmly. "Well, I just hope you don't tell all your friends." And please, Mr. Beaumont, don't tell the principles! She reclined on the couch. "I don't think he would understand one bit."
"No, ma'am," he whispered back then. "No, he wouldn't." In any case, he did it. For an instant, John thought he was twelve years old again and wondered whether Miss Noriss was really insane. Nevertheless, her delicate touch, caressing the underside of his member directly behind the crown, comforted him. No insane lady could be more seductive and arousing.
"She exclaimed in awe as she felt the cock expand and twitch in her palm." All of a sudden, she released her grip. "You were just about ready to squirt, didn't you, Johny?"
While gasping for breath, he said, "Oh yes, yes, yes, I was," and then he tried to regain her hold by thrusting his pelvis into the air.
She did, in fact, seize it. "Allow me to assist you with that," she said. She did, but it wasn't what he had hoped or expected. She rigidly encircled the stem just below the crown, applying a firm squeeze with her index finger and thumb. He was far from relaxed; in fact, the promise of "this will relax you" caused him some discomfort, if not outright pain. Nevertheless, it successfully reduced his desire to ejaculate.
Her persistent pressure caused his erection to gradually weaken, even as he wriggled slightly. We can't let the males cause disruptions in class, can we? "Here we go." Everything is better now. Shall we? Keep in mind that all you have to do to prevent squirting in class is give it a good squeeze.
He started to worry that she could be insane once more. She seemed to be enjoying herself, though, since she tipped her hand and giggled. My name is. Maybe he should simply step up and tell them to stop. I thought that was strange. However, one need not be rational or logical to have a successful sex game. "Yes, ma'am, thanks; yes, I will."
"That's good, boy." "One would not wish to splatter their soiled juice all over their brand-new undergarments, would one?"
He peered up at her through her nylons, sensually brushing against her protruding breasts. "It would be alright. Sure, no problem. Heck, I'll even do the washing myself.
If you did that, I wouldn't be a good babysitter, but my goodness, it does feel like you have lots of boy juice in there. She then ran her nails sensually along his taut stem, scratching the sensitive skin, and cupped his balls with the tips of her fingers, lightly bouncing them up and down.
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a gasp.
"Do you tend to ejaculate a lot of semen, Johny?"
He believed he had it. Is it possible that if he complies, he may find relief? "Yes, yeah. I do." "Do you want to see me do it?"
"Johny, would you like an impish remark for your babysitter?"She released his nuts and inquired, "Did you voluntarily offer to squirt and spurt for each of your babysitters?" with a disapproving finger shake.
Please, ma'am, I beg you. Absolutely not previously. I swear! It was definitely true. This would be the first time; maybe reaching out to them would be helpful. On the surface, she seemed to relish the prospect of experiencing it for the first time. initial attempt.
It appears that she was thinking about it. While repositioning her hand on his cock, she applied pressure to the bulb's enlarged head using her palm to gently stroke its tip in a circular trajectory, all the while delicately tickling and fondling the stem with her fingers. "Perhaps you shouldn't end your day in such a state," she said, sliding her fingers back down to his balls. Leaning forward once again to address him directly, she warned that it may be harmful for a young kid to sleep with his testicles compressed. Time flies. "Yes, well, off to bed with you," she said, gently tapping his hard dick as if encouraging him and leaning back. "You should always blow your nose before going to bed, you know?" It's not good to be all stuffed up." She noticed that another show was about to start on the Discovery channel. "It is now your bedtime." God, time flies. I'm sure your mother would be furious if she discovered that you had stayed up late. "You ran along."
John let out a low groan as he wriggled himself out of her lap and off the sofa. His cock was incredibly erect, and he directed it at her while he talked. "Can't I stay up for just a little longer?" he said, keeping his mother in the dark. "Can't she see how much pain I'm in and how much I need relief?" he thought. the word "stress"'
"Johny, you've been a very good boy all evening; don't spoil it now. You just run along, and if you go right to bed with no further complaint, I'll come upstairs and give you a very nice reward."
He acted immediately. "Very well. I'll take care of it!" He abruptly changed direction and sprinted away, his member jiggling in the wind like a fishing pole in a storm as the boat rocked.
She flung the milk glass and cookies back into the kitchen as she cried, "Be sure to brush your teeth!" She then cleared the coffee table.
While wondering what the prize might be, he did clean his teeth—though it seemed a bit strange to do so with his hard-on protruding from his pajamas. It was obviously not just another nibble. There was zero tolerance for cookies in bed, according to his mother. Recently, they have been discussing a means of alleviation. He couldn't believe his luck, so it had to involve something sexual. good fortune.  That night had been somewhat challenging. Despite this, a happy ending appeared to be on the horizon. sad conclusion.  He was really happy.
He seriously doubted that she would be willing to have sexual relations with him. Imagine yourself actually engaging in sexual relations with your lovely primary school instructor. That really was the fulfillment of a childhood dream. However, it would fall short of expectations. A blow-job would be just as amazing, and she did bring up the idea of blowing his nose. Imagine her encircling his member, her beautiful face nestled in his crotch, while he releases his load, fills her mouth with his climax, and perhaps even reaches out at the last moment to cover her face with his climax. Her beautiful lips, which taught him so much and nurtured him as a boy, now encircle him. His testicles were aching for some comfort.
He brushed his teeth before frantically running up the stairs. ash.  His desire to get into bed had never been higher. He jumped into bed, undressed, and went under the covers, but then he remembered his error and undressed again. He ensured his cock was prominently visible as soon as she entered the room.
Her ascent of the stairs was audible to him. He felt his heart racing. He could not resist the urge to caress his member. It would have been satisfying if he had jerked off as soon as she entered the room. She couldn't turn a blind eye to that, but he was already on the brink of climaxing, so it would have been both anticlimactic and climactic to dump his load on himself as soon as she walked into the room. He was prepared for her to appear outraged by his actions, regardless of whether he complained or not. The last time he touched her, she was genuinely upset. He reached out and touched it. The sight of the youngster masturbating in front of her would likely distress most babysitters, to put it mildly. She obviously knew the exact prize she was about to offer him, and a sudden wave of worry washed over him. Perhaps he shouldn't have left, but I'll still give it to him. There was no way out of this predicament but to act stupidly or offensively, like flaunting his erection at her. He snatched the blanket and hid himself as she came around the corner to his bedroom. blanket, and hid himself.
"Oh Johny, what a good little boy you are. All tucked in."
"Yes, ma'am." Oh, great. We were quite close.
"Sure. Come on over here and let me hop in next to you." I've got a pleasant surprise in store for you."
John was filled with anticipation and a lot of pent-up pleasure. As his instructor shifted from her heels to the bed opposite him in order to make room, he inclined towards her and could not help but observe the motion of her breasts concealed beneath the covers. It was a little disappointing to see her  half covered, but it was exciting to find out that he was actually sharing a bed with the attractive Miss Noriss, who was still in her underwear. Besides that, the top half was still outdoors, and it was a pretty darn good day. Therefore, the situation presented a variety of challenges.
Isn't this delightful and relaxing? "
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, I have a very lovely bedtime story for you. Won't that be wonderful?"
"Is that the surprise?"
"Yes, of course, sweetie! What did you think it was going to be? A new toy or something? Such a silly boy."
John let out a disappointed sigh, his true feelings about what he was expecting clearly coming through. He questioned whether he should have been outdoors instead of under the covers. He obviously wasn't doing anything. What on earth was she planning to read to him? It's probably a Hardy Boys novel. Perhaps even more so. At minimum, it should be a short story; it could even be a children's fairy tale.
"Now, roll up your sleeves and get in my lap." "It's a bit of a backstory."
When is this going to be over?
Dear Mr. "You know, Johny, I really enjoy Erotic lengthy stories.""I love how they build up to the climax, teasingly hinting at the ending while gradually bringing it closer and closer."
After the narrative, he would reach his climax, and he was eager to do so.
"I'm going to read to you the story about how 'Chrissie and The boy Lead the Way.'"
He thought, "Great, it's going to be a story for kids."
The delightful eritic websites is the source of the charming tale of a boy and teacher, who will one day meet when the boy grows up.
Oh my! His alertness level rose.
"Johny, I have to tell you something. Everyone in this narrative is eighteen years old. "It would be very inappropriate if someone wasn't."
"Oh yes, Miss Noriss." He let out a deep breath of relief as he heard her finally admit his age. He was relieved that she wasn't actually hallucinating. Interestingly, her acknowledgment of her true age seemed to lessen the playful pretending.
She began narrating to him the story, a tale undoubtedly not intended for children. In fact, it was quite entertaining: the boyl had to masturbate in front of his female teacher in a class, squirting his stuff all over the floor; in another class, he had to undergo a prostate exam from all the attractive coed nurses; and he found the part where he ended up ejaculating all over teachers face hilarious.
Is it true that they actually do such things? John's fascination and arousal were understandable."
According to Miss Noriss, "Oh, yes, dear,"

"Well, not all of them; only a very lucky couple of students each week, and it's just for one day." But I think you would really like it. You'd be able to run around and show all the girls your cute little wee-wee wiggling in the air. Won't that be fun?"

It had sounded like a lot of fun until she put it this way.

She read to him about how the teacher played with the boys's penis beneath the table during the formal luncheon, and, quite naturally, Miss Noriss reached under the bed covers to handle John's erect penis as she did so. It was excruciatingly arousing to have your own hard cock fondled and caressed while the pretty Miss Noriss read to you about how the boys's was stroked near to orgasm by the buxom teacher. As she read about Teacher stroking The boy's stiff, hard cock, she slid her clenched fist up and down his hard dick beneath the covers, causing the blankets to rapidly rise and fall. She read about how hard it was for The boy to avoid ejaculating all over teachers hand, and John suddenly felt a comparable urge to do likewise.

"Yeah, I know how he feels," he breathlessly confessed.

"Oh, Johny, I'm sorry," Miss Noriss said, halting her stroking of his cock. "Are you having some trouble with yourself?"

His balls were really sore. He had been so close to cumming. "Yes, yes, I am," he confessed, hoping that she would find it in her heart to let him have relief, as the teacher had provided for The boy in the story.

"Well, I'd better leave the little man alone." She let go of his cock and withdrew her hand from beneath the blankets. "We certainly can't have you wetting yourself in bed. Goodness, gracious, what would your mother say? Your messy, sticky ejaculation has soaked all her lovely clean sheets and blankets. My, my, my. You know, it can leave quite a stain. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No, ma'am," he glumly replied.

"Have you begun to have wet dreams, Johny?" She was back to treating him like a little kid.

He looked her in the eye and exclaimed, with as much authority as he could, wearing his cowboy pj's, "I never even had them when I was little."

"Now, Johny, all healthy little boys have accidents at night."It's really nothing to be ashamed of. You may even have one tonight."

He certainly would if he hadn't taken care of himself first. The fact was that he did have them for a little while when he was a kid, before he realized that he could avoid them, most of the time, by jerking off when he went to bed. In fact, at times he jerked off to fantasies about Miss Noriss, which didn't help him lose his erection now that she was right in bed with him.

For a moment, he recalled one of those times when he pounded his pud in bed, fantasizing about doing it with Miss Noriss. Imagine if she suddenly appeared next to him in bed, all tucked in with him, wearing only sexy underwear. He would have cumbed so hard and so quickly. And, now, here she was.

Miss Noriss resumed her reading, telling John about how The boy took a shower with the girls, ogling all the naked bouncing boobs, and how Chrissie masturbated Bennie in the boys' locker room, making him squirt so very far across the floor, and then how Chrissie posed for the political science class, raising her naked  high up in the air. The best part, he thought, was when Chrissie took The boy's penis in her mouth and pretended that it was so big that it choked her. He sure hoped that they would get together by the end of the story. He liked happy endings.

It was indeed a long story, but one for which it wasn't hard to stay awake or hard to stay hard. In fact, John was surreptitiously playing with himself beneath the blankets. That was one big advantage of being under the covers. He bent up his right leg to make a little tent that would hide the sight of his hand's movement.

Not surprisingly, though, he came close to cumming a couple of times. He considered just letting himself go. Would she really notice? Well, actually, very likely so, as he was half turned towards her, and some of it would squirt at her, perhaps even get on her, and even if not, if she rolled over to him, she would notice the wetness. Still, it might be worth whatever happens just to finally cumulate. The sound of her sweet, lovely voice was so terribly nice, describing in detail how the naked Chrissie again took The boy's cock into her mouth when they got back to the deandean's office. He slid his own hand up and down his cock, staring at Miss Lander's lovely breasts encased in such a sexy brassiere, the tops of her big white boobs rising and falling as she read to him the story just as she had done as her teacher, in front of the class, but reading now about hard cocks being held by pretty hands and being kissed by pretty lips and then squirting their loads all over the place.

And, when she finished the story, with The boy exploding a huge load into Chrissie's willing mouth, he was himself past hope. His balls ached so terribly badly.

She closed her book. "Well, wasn't that a wonderful story, Johny?"

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped.

"It wasn't too long, now, was it?"

"No, ma'am."

"I don't think so, and it did have such a happy ending."

He thought it was unlike his own.

"And it's very educational, too." Were you listening closely when Mrs. Canfield was describing Chrissie's vagina?"

He had been listening very closely throughout the whole story, particularly when Mrs. Canfield was describing Chrissie's vagina. Actually, it wasn't the best part of the story for him, but he was at least listening closely.

"Have you, yourself, ever seen a girl's vagina, Johny?"

He certainly did, but he knew the right answer. "No, ma'am, no, I never have."

Miss Noriss cocked her head and gave him a suspicious look, like she wasn't too sure he was being entirely honest, although she was also half-smiling. She could understand that the boy might not want to admit to something like that, particularly to her, his teacher. She made the decision to give him a chance. He probably had seen one or two, but she doubted that there would have been that many. After all, he was only eighteen.

"Well, goodness, I hope then that some of the parts of the story weren't too difficult for you to understand."

He thought he might finally have figured this out. "Well, I really didn't understand what the word 'clitoris' meant." Would she bite?

"Well, that is a big word, but it might be best for you to ask your mother about that."

"Oh gosh, Miss Noriss, would you please explain it to me? I don't think I could talk to my mother about things like that."

Miss Noriss smiled at him. She could see what he was up to. She wasn't born yesterday. Many boys had tried to fool her in the past, and rarely did they succeed. But still, it wasn't like she hadn't been encouraging him, at least a bit.

"Well, would you like to see Miss Lander's clitoris, Johny?"

His eyes lit up. "Oh yes, Miss Noriss; I would!" Very much so. Would you really do that for me?"

"Oh, I don't know. I don't know if your mother would approve of such a thing. "Have your other babysitters shown you their clitoris?"

"No, Miss Noriss; no, of course not." But they were much younger than you, and you're my teacher, too. Teachers are supposed to teach you about things. If you want, I won't tell my mother about it. I can keep a secret."

"Well, you have been a very good boy this evening. I'll tell your mother about that. I guess it wouldn't hurt. "Here, pull back the covers so that you can see me down there."

He burst out from beneath the covers, his stiff cock waving in the air before him.

"Oh my goodness, Johny, you're still all stiff and hard. "I guess he's a little excited about seeing his teacher's button, isn't he?"

"Yes, ma'am. He is." He is sure." He thought it best at this point to fully play along. He pulled the covers off her in one full swoop, revealing to his eyes once again the teacher's white lace pants, garter belt, and nylons. He must have had the sexiest teacher in the school!

She gave him a motherly smile. "Would you like to take off the teacher's pants for her, Johny?" It's always nice to let little boys do things themselves, and they really enjoy helping out the teacher. Miss Noriss recalled how Johny, when he was in fact a little boy, would often come to her house to do favors around the yard. He would probably enjoy doing this for her.

"Yes, ma'am!" He positioned his knees on either side of her thighs and grasped hold of her pants' waistband. 'Please don't let this be a dream now,' he said to himself, also anticipating that any moment she would likely come up with some bizarre excuse to call it off.

But he didn't give her much time for that; he hurriedly yanked her pants down. "Don't tear the nylons, Johny! Goodness, gracious, what a very eager boy! It's like you've never even seen one before." She then brought a hand to her mouth and smiled. "Oh, yes, I forgot; you haven't."

Once her pants were fully removed, she brought her legs up to her chest and spread them open, providing him with a very open and clear view of her womanly cunt.

This was not, of course, the first cunt John had ever seen, but it was certainly among, if not the most, special ones he had seen. It was Miss Noriss' cunt, and it was indeed beautiful. She was covered in a delicate growth that only hinted at hiding what was underneath. Her mound was full and rose up high, a very prominent and inviting platform, split down the middle by very full, fleshy flaps. Her inner labia were thin, wavy pink folds that reached out, like a flower, providing a wet, stimulating, fleshy entrance; the outer folds were thicker, more cushiony, and more enveloping. And, to top it off, she was glistening with arousal.

"Do you think your teacher has a pretty vagina, Johny?"

"Yes, yes, I do, very much so."

She laughed. "Well, I suppose all boys would have to say that, wouldn't they, Johny?"When did you ever tell a teacher her vagina wasn't so pretty?"

He wasn't too sure whether or not she actually had a point there. He just knew his cock felt like it wanted to burst through its own skin; it was straining so hard to get to her.

"Now, here is the exterior part, the vulva." She drew her finger along her soft, white mound, parting the delicate hairs as she went. He was so jealous of this finger. "The vulva includes this lovely soft mound called the mons pubis, or more elegantly, the mons veneris." She took her eyes off her mons veneris to look him in the eye. "I like to call it the "mound of Venus." Don't you think that's so romantic?"

"Yeah, it really is." Actually, he could care less.

"You see? I actually have two rows of lips, twice as many to kiss you with." She lifted up her pelvis a bit to give him a good look. "The outer, larger lips are the labia majora." She pinched them between her index finger and thumb and pulled them up. "You can even stretch them." He wondered if she would ask her pupil if he would like to give it a try. She let go, then grasped the inner lips in a similar manner. "And these are the labia minora, or inner lips." Would you like to experience them for yourself?"

"Oh yes, yes, thank you, Miss Noriss." He recalled saying that many times before, when she had offered him an opportunity to explore for himself in a classroom show and tell. He had never felt more sincere in his interest than at this moment. He leaned down toward her, or, more accurately, toward her cunt, and carefully explored her lips. They were indeed so soft, so fleshy, so warm, and so wet.

He was not actually trying to arouse her, but it was evident that the young man's innocent (or seemingly innocent) fingers were having an effect. "Yes, well, that's enough," she said. "Lean in, Johny, and look more closely." She didn't have to say so twice.

"Now, Johny, you should know that the term 'vagina' is often used inaccurately to refer to the entire female genitalia. Strictly speaking, the vagina is just the slippery, wet, hot, tight, pliable hole." To show him her hole, she spread both lips wide. It did indeed look very slippery, wet, and hot. "Fortunately for you, I suppose, it really isn't very large; only about four inches deep." You could really then fill me up very nicely," he said, and boy did he want to.

Perhaps it was an insult, one that he would comfortably overlook at this point.

"Up here, though, higher up, is, of course, my urethral opening." She blushed modestly. "That's, of course, where I pee from.""Would you like to see your teacher pee sometime, Johny?"

Now, that was a really tough question, one he certainly wouldn't want on a test. "If you would let me, I've never seen a girl pee before." When in doubt, honesty is the best policy.

She conveyed mock surprise and shock. "Johny Thomson, what a very, very naughty boy you are. "Does your mom know you want to see your teacher pee?"

Maybe honesty isn't the best policy. He looked worried. Please don't end this now. I'll be good.'

She saw his frightened expression and smiled reassuringly. "Don't you worry. Your little secret is safe with me. Anyway, I certainly can't pee right now. Can I? Aside from that, I haven't shown you the very special spot on a girl. "Do you see this little nub right here, poking out from under her hood?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do," he softly replied.

"That's my clitoris," Johny said. "Do you know how to spell 'clitoris'?"

"Yes, ma'am." 'Please don't ask me to spell it,' he thought. Frankly, he was so excitedly confused that he might indeed misspell it.

"When you have a girlfriend someday, Johny, this will be a very important part of her when you make love."It's like her own little penis. Would you like to suck on my penis, Johny?"

He looked into her eyes with considerable surprise. "Really, you mean it? I could do that."

"Well, of course, Johny."I think it would be very educational." She slid a bit further down the bed. "Now, here, you get your face in here and suckle my clitoris like a good little boy."

He literally dove in. He so desperately wanted some sexual contact, and he quickly went to work. He had used his tongue and lips on a girl before. He was not inexperienced. In fact, he considered himself to be pretty good at it. However, being the good boy that he was, he did not do anything more than she had instructed. He just sucked, sucked, and sucked on her clitoral area, squeezing it between his lips and drawing in her sweet feminine juices. Well, actually, he did more than just suck. He also did quite a bit of licking, as well as pressing his lips and tongue against her clitoral area, rubbing them around and around her feminine stiffie.

"Johny, Johny, that's very good."Yes, that's being a very good boy. "Oh, your mother would be so proud of her good little boy." She grabbed his head with both of her hands and ground his face into her cunt, twitching and gyrating her cunt against his lips and tongue, making quite a mess of his face.

It didn't take long for her to cough. This had in fact been quite a stimulating evening for Miss Noriss as well as for her pupils. She didn't do all those things—parade around in her underwear and repeatedly play with his erection—for the sake of punishment. No, she did it as well because she truly enjoyed it, and now she had the young man's lips and tongue working her clitoral area so hard, so furiously, so frenetically, and so deliriously.

"Johny, yeah, that's it." So good, such a good boy, so lovely," she gasped as she felt her climax sweep through her body. She clutched her thighs together, gripping the young man's head between her thighs, crushing him like a wrestler, but doing so within the frenzy of an orgasmic ecstasy. "Oh my, yes," she moaned as she felt her body twitch and tremble with each wave of delirious passion coursing through her in tidal waves of lustful satisfaction. Juices squirted from her cunt onto the boy's face.

When she was done, she kept her grip on him for awhile, not letting him come out for a breath of fresh air—or any air, for that matter. She just held him there, holding his face to her chest and his lips to her lips, as she caught her breath, enjoying the blissful, sweet moment.

And then she released the boy—her pupil. She would have expected him to lurch away, thankful for the escape from her smothering hold, but he only slowly lifted his face, all red with passion and covered with her juices.

She smiled sweetly and gratefully at the young man. "Well, I guess I should give you a gold star for that, shouldn't I, Johny?" He had gotten many gold stars when he was in her class. He took great pride in that. Giving a teacher an orgasm with his lips and tongue pretty much topped all prior gold stars, even the one for best penmanship, which had in fact required a considerable amount of work on his part.

"Come here, Johny, and let Miss Noriss give you a kiss."

He crawled up to her to kiss her on the lips, but she said, "No, no, Johny. Not on your lips. I want to kiss you like you kissed me."

He felt as if a huge burden was suddenly lifted from his shoulders. It was finally over. She was actually going to do it. She was actually going to provide him with relief, and it would be through her mouth. His sixth-grade teacher, Miss Noriss, was going to suck him off. He only hoped that he wouldn't shoot off before he even got it to her mouth.

He inched his way up on the bed, positioning his knees on either side of her upper body as she lay back against a pillow lodged between her head and the headboard. "I'm also a bit concerned, Johny, that you've been so excited for so long this evening that you might even have a wet dream, and I wouldn't want your mother to discover that in the morning."No, no."

As his cock came closer to her face, she gently touched his balls, and he suddenly lurched. They had been fully engorged for so long that they were now quite tender. "Oh yes, my goodness. You really are quite full, aren't you? Well, bring your little stiff man up to me, and I'll see if I can take care of him."

He climbed up to the top of the bed, his head actually at the level of his bedroom window.

"You watch for your parents' cars outside." They should be coming home soon, and if they do, it would probably be best for you to get right into bed." Frankly, if they did suddenly arrive, it would be unlikely that Miss Noriss would be able to get downstairs and dressed in time, or at least it would be pretty close. He wouldn't even likely tell her that they had arrived. He was not about to let this end prematurely.

"Now, don't take too long to do this. They could be home any minute."

Taking too long was not going to be his problem. He brought his hard, stiff cock to her lips. "Goodness, Johny," she said. "It looks a little bit bigger than before. "Have you somehow grown up this evening?"

He smiled.

"I guess it's just that you look so much bigger when you're towering over me like that, right against my face." She then took hold of the shaft with her right hand, formed a big "O" with her mouth, and pulled him inside, into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth, where she greeted him with her tongue, immediately bathing the swollen bulb all over and around, sliding her soft, wet tongue across every inch of his crown, even licking up and down his slit.

"Oh my gosh, Miss Noriss," he breathlessly gasped. Her soft, wet tongue felt so intensely good—so severe, so powerful.

However, she instantly pulled back, popping his cock out of her mouth. He groaned with so much disappointment. She said, "Johny, fuck me. I want you to fuck my mouth with your big, hard, manly cock. Fuck my mouth like it's your little girlfriend's tight, sweet pussy," and with that rather explicit direction, she again took him into her mouth, and he did indeed proceed to fuck her, just as his teacher had instructed.

As soon as he pushed his pelvis forward, he drove his cock deep into her mouth, making her choke for a moment. He then pulled back just fast enough to give himself the opportunity to thrust forward and back again. With the same level of fervor with which he had kissed her clitoral region, he fucked her face and lips in rapid succession.
Miss Noriss, in turn, was rather crafty with her language. She persisted in licking and lapping at his dick's head, which he shoved and receded repeatedly.
It seemed much better and felt great. While he was engrossed in the view beneath him, he temporarily lost track of the instruction to watch out for his parents. The sight of Miss Noriss's beautiful face was more interesting and satisfying. He was fucking her with his large, masculine dick, which occasionally went deep into her mouth, poked at her soft, yielding inner cheeks, and even collided with her licking and lapping tongue.
When he drove too far, she would gag many times, but she didn't appear to care. As a result, she felt an even greater sense of exhilaration and urgency. Knowing how delicate they were, she cautiously approached his balls, and as soon as her fingers touched them, he let them go into his teacher's eager mouth. Yes, that was a heavy weight.
Johny, a young man with plenty of sperm to discharge after hours of her relentless stimulation, had produced a substantial amount. She coughed and gagged as the first blast landed on the roof of her mouth and the second one slammed into the back of her throat; however, she remained determined not to allow him to escape. The sheets shouldn't get any of it. It was all on her. It wasn't easy as his gism swiftly filled her mouth as she attempted to move the bulb around, seeking new locations to unleash its sticky gobs of gruel.
Miss Noriss was astonished at the amount of cash he had. He was, in the end, only a little lad. Naturally, Miss Lander's lips also felt the strain of his muscular young manhood and testicles, which were practically bulging at the seams.
Her predicament was unnoticed by John. His knees quivered with weakness, his pulse raced, and he felt dizzy as he was swept away in the overwhelming pleasure and release of his orgasm. The simple, primal waves of pleasure coursed through his entire being and erupted from his cock into Miss Lander's feminine lips. He just surrendered to them.
The thick, sticky gruel was so difficult for Miss Noriss to swallow, despite her best efforts to open her throat and let some go down. As her cheeks swelled and filled, she closed her eyes and focused on keeping her lips firmly closed, praying that there would be enough space to absorb it all, that her cheeks would keep giving and swelling, and that the reservoir wouldn't collapse like a dam that needed to give way to the pressure and volume of the boy's growing cum.
After he had finished, it seemed like no one was going to finish. With great care to avoid any spillage onto her breasts, the pillows, or the bedding, Miss Noriss withdrew the bulb from her lips after squeezing the last drips off his cock.
"Are you okay, Miss Noriss?" John saw her anguish and questioned her for the first time, his thoughts giggling with ecstasy.
She mumbled, "Imth-finth."
"Are you sure?"
"No, honestly, ith with waith." She pushed him away, making him swallow at least some of it so he could talk.
John beamed with joy, satisfaction, and victory. After blowing such a large load into his beautiful teacher's mouth, what lad wouldn't feel good, if not great?
Coming out of bed, she gestured for him to return to his hiding place as she persisted in swallowing his thick, sticky gismo. "Here now, get some rest." As if she were a cat attempting to clean herself after a delicious but messy feast, she licked her lips, teeth, and cheeks.
Upon his return to the safety of the covers, she cradled him in her arms and leaned over him, her bustier dangling precariously from her bra. Now that she's mostly back to normal, she smiled and asked, "Maybe next time you can put your pee-pee in another one of my holes?" To top it all off, she kissed him on the forehead. "But, of course, I suppose I won't be coming back, as you have been such a good boy."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a lovely, contented sigh as she redid her slacks and put on her heels. She turned around just in time to whisper, "Sweet dreams, Johny," before quietly closing the door behind her.
He swore he'd have another party the next time his parents left him home alone; that night, he'd sleep so soundly.