Chapter 2

I was on a high as i walked back to my room, my body was glowing, I could feel it and I was sure everyone was smiling at me knowing I had just had sex. The cool breeze on my pussy was lovely and my juices were still leaking, smearing my thighs as I walked, making me want Billy and his beautiful young cock again. I kept replaying what had just happened in my mind, going over it again and again, how Billy looked when he saw me naked, how his hands felt on my body, how fucking hard I came. God, it was amazing.

I made it home and quickly stripped, wanting to look at myself, see if I had changed somehow, knowing I wouldn’t have but still imagining I was different now. My nipples were still hard and my thighs were glistening with wetness, I was different, I could see it, I looked so much sexier. My hands traced where Billy’s hands had been, gliding over my body, making me shiver and tremble, making me so horny my pussy was aching again, tingling with excitement.

I decided to shower and not masturbate, I wanted to stay excited, it made me feel so good and it was such a new feeling, nothing had made me feel like this before. It was certainly hard not fingering myself as I showered, and washing my pussy was beautifully agonizing but I managed, just. Once out, I dressed quickly, putting some tissue inside my panties to soak up my juices, I was still leaking and probably would be all day.

I tried to do study but couldn’t, every time I picked up a book, I would just start day dreaming about Billy, it was beyond my control, the events of today were just so extraordinary I couldn’t help myself. In the end I laid on the bed and just started fantasizing, going through different scenarios, trying to make myself even hornier, seeing how long I could go without touching myself, it was delicious and just as I began to give in and touch myself, someone was knocking on the door.

For a moment I thought it was part of my fantasy, my fingers under my dress touching my pussy but it got louder and I realised it wasn’t. I jumped off the bed, pulling my dress down and going to the door, my nipples sticking out clearly with no bra on.

When I opened the door, it was Billy, I gasped in shock.

‘Billy! What on earth are you doing here? How do you know where I live? Get in here.’ I said, grabbing him and pulling him inside, shocked at seeing him, looking around the hall to see if anyone was watching, relieved there wasn’t.

‘Well, how did you know where I live?’ I asked again, his face really anxious.

‘I ... I ... followed you. I’ve been outside trying to pluck up the courage to knock, sorry Miss. Should I go?’ The poor boy answered, so scared of my reaction.

‘Oh Billy, you shouldn’t have, what if someone had seen you? If we get caught like this I’d be in serious trouble, I could even lose out on being a teacher and what would your mum say?’ I asked, trying to sound concerned, not angry.

He just stood there, not knowing what to say or do, he looked so young and scared.

‘Come in, come on, sit down and let’s talk. It’s ok, it’s really nice to see you and I have been thinking about you, about what happened.’

Billy sat on my bed and I sat on my one chair. He looked a bit more relaxed after I said that and said: ‘I just wanted to tell you how much I liked you and how much I liked what we did.’

‘Well thank you, I like you, too. You’re very special and I liked what we did as well.’ I replied, looking at him, my heart racing, my pussy dripping. I was so aroused and having him here I knew what I wanted and what I had to do.

I stood and smiled at him, lifting my dress over my head and pulling my panty’s down.

‘Take yours off, too.’ I told him, softly, posing for him, my nipples so hard and sensitive.

He stood and did the same, his young body looking every bit as good as it did earlier. We were both naked, Billy looking so young and so sexy, I had to fuck him, I just had to.

I took his hand and laid down on the bed with him, pulling him on top of me, kissing him passionately and wrapping my legs around his bum. I could feel his cock against me, just below my hole. I took him and guided him in, moaning loudly into his mouth, squeezing his bum with my fingers.

‘Fuck me Billy, oh yes, fuck me.’ I gasped, rocking my hips.

Billy wasn’t really moving; he was obviously a virgin and unsure of how to fuck.

‘Push in and out, I’ll help you.’ I whispered, pulling him into me, trying to show him what to do.

Nature kicked in and he started thrusting, his cock moving nicely back and forth.

‘Oh yes, Billy, just like that. Fuck me.’ I cried, squeezing harder now.

My body was on fire, having this schoolboy on top of me, inside me, fucking me, was just incredible. Billy was so beautiful, his young body making me feel so sexy as he gasped above me. I felt like a virgin, too, this was my first real sexual experience and it was with someone I really wanted.

Billy was cumming, after less than a minute he was filling me with his sperm.

‘Oh yes, Billy, cum for me, give me your sperm.’ I moaned, my fingers digging into his bum.

I hadn’t cum yet and was determined Billy would soon be fucking me again. As soon as he pulled out and laid next to me, I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth, cleaning my juices from his softening penis.

But I wouldn’t let him go soft, he was young and I knew he would stay hard with a little help. My mouth cleaned every inch of him, lovingly licking up and down his shaft and balls. My moans of pleasure helping to excite him again.

‘I love your cock, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I want it in me again, making me cum.’ I told him, pulling him back on me, wrapping my legs around him, again.

Billy was ready, his cock hard and pushing inside me.

‘Fuck me, hard, Billy. Don’t hold back, give it to me.’ I told him, my arousal back to where it was.

I lay looking at this young boy as he fucked me, he was leaning up and looking down, we both wanted to see the other. He was so eager to please me, his whole world was now about pleasing his teacher, nothing to him was more important and I loved having this hold on him.

‘Oh yes, I’m cumming, Billy, you’re making me cum, don’t stop.’ I cried, the pleasure sweeping over me.

Not even Daddy had made me cum like this. The feeling of Billy inside me and on top of me was so different, it was the best fuck of my life. The feeling in my pussy was so intense, it almost hurt, a delicious hurt, something to be craved forever, I decided. If I thought earlier was good then this was just incredible, my body was reacting like never before. My orgasm was sending tremors everywhere, I could feel pleasure all over, even in my nipples. I moaned loudly, needing to vocalize what I was feeling.

Billy was cummimg, too, his young body not yet able to control itself, something we could work on, I thought. The warmth of his sperm as it flooded my pussy gave me an extra jolt of excitement, the amount impressive for someone so young. When he finished, he collapsed on top of me, his weight making me feel nice as my orgasm began to fade.

Immense pleasure was replaced by a lovely warmth that enveloped me and hugged me, keeping me happy and in a state of complete euphoria. I sighed deeply, my fingers running through Billy’s hair, caressing him, letting him know what a good boy he was. He lay there motionless, only his breathing making his chest move, he was as happy and satisfied as I was.

We lay there, together, for ten or so minutes, Billy telling me how incredible I was and how this was so unbelievable. All his Christmases had come at once.

‘Let’s shower, come on.’ I said, pulling him up and leading him to the bathroom.

Once in the shower I turned the water on and leaned against the wall, letting Billy gaze at my body, loving his eyes all over me.

‘Wash me.’ I told him, lifting my arms above my head, as if reaching for the ceiling, my tits pushing out provocatively.

Billy took the soap and washcloth and started lathering it, his eyes wider now, looking intensely at my body. God, there was that look again, the one I craved, sending bolts of pleasure throughout my body, making me so hot for him.

‘Use your hands, just your hands.’ I said.

He put the cloth back and started soaping his hands. His eyes on my chest as he reached out and began to wash my tits. I gasped as he touched me, my eyes drawn to his hard cock, pleased with the effect I was having on him.

‘Mmmm, I like that, you have lovely hands, keep going.’

‘You’re so beautiful, just perfect, Miss.’ He told me, his hands massaging my breasts.

‘Thank you, Billy, I’m so pleased you like me. Wash my pussy now.’

He soaped his hands some more before moving down to my cunt. His hand gently rubbing my mound, sending a nice shiver down my back.

‘That’s good, push a finger inside me and wash me there.’

He did as told, a finger sliding in and then out, he was doing as he did earlier.

‘Slowly Billy, nice and slow, we have all day. Just have some fun, explore me.’ I told him, leaning back and closing my eyes, leaving him to his own devices.

With my eyes closed I began to imagine what we looked like together, a young boy and a woman, something society would frown on and punish, especially me but I didn’t care, I just wished I could watch us, like from a secret camera, be a secret voyeur watching an elicit act.

I moaned and squeezed Billy’s finger with my cunt, a bolt of pure pleasure shooting through me. But I didn’t want to cum, not yet, I wanted Billy inside me again, on top of me, fucking me, making me moan like a whore.

I had to stop him, I was in danger of cumming, I turned and told him to wash my back and bum, pushing my behind out and opening my legs. His hands went to my back and softly washed me, taking his time and trying to please me as much as he could, he was so attentive and eager.

Daddy would finger my bum sometimes as he licked my pussy, giving me an amazing orgasm, even though I fought against it. I wanted Billy’s finger in my bum.

‘Finger my bum, push a finger as deep as it will go and fuck me with it.’ I told him, putting a hand on one cheek and pulling it open.

He didn’t hesitate, his finger sliding easily all the way in. He began to fuck me with it, in and out, my moans egging him on.

‘Do you want me to go faster, Miss?’ He asked, all eager.

‘Yes, oh yes, faster Billy.’

The pleasure was unbelievable, far more than when it was Daddy. Within a minute I could feel myself nearly cumming again, I was so turned on, I couldn’t believe how quickly Billy had brought me to this point, I had to stop. I pulled away, turning and smiling at my young lover, so proud of him.

‘Mmmmm that was lovely, thank you. Let me wash you now.’ I whispered, taking the soap from him.

I knelt and began washing his hard cock, paying special attention to his balls, cupping them and massaging them very carefully. My finger then went to his bum, pushing against his hole, teasing him, making him jump and squirm.

‘Relax, you’ll like it.’ I giggled, kissing his tummy.

‘I’m trying.’ He answered, giggling, too.

I put my mouth over his cock and pushed my finger in his bum, moving them together, making him gasp with delight. He had cum twice already and I could feel him on the brink again, just like me. He was holding my shoulders for stability, grunting, unable to contain himself.

I pulled my finger out and my mouth away, looking up at him, his face a little disappointed.

‘Let’s dry and go back to the bedroom, I want you inside me.’ I said, standing and kissing him.

We grabbed a towel each and went to the bedroom, drying ourselves as we walked. Billy was behind me, his eyes on my bum, I could feel him staring. My bum was nice, Daddy and others had always told me this. Knowing he was looking at it was nice, I wanted all the attention he had to give, it made me feel so special.

‘Do you like my bum? I can feel you staring.? I suddenly asked, turning around quickly, smiling.

‘It’s so perfect, like in the magazines Henry brings in sometimes. You could be a model, Miss.’ He told me, his tone completely genuine.

‘Why thank you, kind sir. Maybe you could take some photographs of me and send them to that magazine, what do say?’ I teased, wiggling my bum.

‘Oh yes, I have a camera, Dad got me one last Christmas, you can see it next week.’ He said, enthusiastically.

I laughed and jumped on the bed, telling him we would see. He looked down on me as I opened my legs, my pussy glistening and ready for his cock.

‘Fuck me.’ I whispered.

He climbed between my legs and rested on my chest, his cock easily sliding into me, making me moan with delight. I knew I would cum quickly, I was so excited, still.

‘Mmmm Billy, I love the feel of you, you’re so good, fuck me now, make me cum.’ I gasped.

Billy was really getting the hang of it now, he was more controlled this time, going fast then slow, sometimes hard and then softly, all the time watching me, trying to work out my expressions.

‘Oh Billy, I’m nearly there, keep going, just as you are.’ I cried, digging my nails into his back.

‘Yes, Miss.’ He grimaced, my nails hurting him but he took it without complaint.

The ease with which I was cumming really surprised me, never had I cum so quickly. Having sex with Billy seemed to arouse me in a way that made cumming so natural and easy, as if I was built for this, somehow.

I cried out in ecstasy as it hit me, another beautiful, all body orgasm. It was intense and all consuming, just like the others. It simply washed over me and left me almost unconscious with a deep joy, nothing in the world mattered more than this, my pleasure.

Billy was saying something but I couldn’t hear him, I was in another world and didn’t care about anything else. He was still inside me but I didn’t know if he came or not, I closed my eyes and drifted away, happier than I could ever remember.

‘Miss ... Miss ... are you ok?’ Billy was asking, over and over.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling to let him know I was fine. More than fine actually, I was in heaven and wanted to stay here.

‘Shhh, it’s ok, I’m fine. You just gave me a wonderful orgasm, thank you.’ I reassured him, stroking his face, closing my eyes again.

I felt so calm and serene, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm, take in this new feeling and embrace it.

‘Do you want me to do anything, Miss?’ Billy asked, trying to please me.

‘It’s all good, Billy, you’ve helped me plenty. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve been for a very long time.’ I told him, pulling him to me and kissing him. He needed to know nothing was wrong, I could tell he was slightly worried. He was so sweet, I only wanted him to be as happy as me.

We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, Billy really enjoying the intimacy of it, his eagerness to please me so nice. Eventually he rolled off me, his cock now soft as he leaned on his elbow and gazed lovingly down at me. His eyes drinking in the view, his expression still one of pure joy, as if he could never tire of looking at me.

I lay there, letting him look all he wanted, enjoying his eyes on my body, posing for him, rewarding him for making me cum so good. Billy reached out and took a nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting it, looking at me for approval, hoping this was ok.

‘Mmmmm, that’s nice.’ I moaned, arching my back, looking up at him and smiling, my eyes begging for more.

He smiled back and twisted harder, still looking anxious but feeling emboldened by my moans.

After a few minutes his hands began wandering all over my body, he seemed determined to touch every part of me, as if mapping me out. He kept looking at me and smiling, continually seeking my approval, constantly worried it could all end. I bent one leg up and opened the other, slightly, not wanting to appear too slutty.

He stroked my inner thigh, his touch soft and with just the right amount of pressure, he was surprisingly good at this. I moaned again.

‘That feels really nice, your hands are wonderful.’ I told him, meaning it, wanting him to know how happy I was with him.

He put a finger between my puffy lips, moving it up and down, touching my still hard clit, making me jump slightly and gasp. He smiled, knowing he had done a good thing.

‘Look, just there, see that little thing?’ I asked, pointing at my clit. ‘That’s my clitoris, that’s where I get most of my pleasure from, just like you do from that.’ I added, touching his cock.

‘But it’s so small.’ He said, really surprised.

I laughed and managed to stop myself saying the same about his cock, knowing he might not get the joke.

‘Well, that doesn’t mean it can’t give me an enormous amount of pleasure, trust me, when I cum it’s just, wow, believe me. So, remember, always treat it kindly and be very good to it.’ I teased, my hand still on his hardening g cock.

He touched it again, softly, as if scared of damaging it. I took his finger and began masturbating myself with it. ‘Like this.’ I told him.

I let go after a few seconds, letting him do it himself. He looked so proud as I moaned and squirmed under his fingers, telling him: ‘Put a finger inside me as well, use it to wet my clit while you play with me.’ I

He loved giving me pleasure, I could see it in his eyes, he just wanted to please me.

‘You’re so wet down there, does that mean I’m doing a good job?’ He asked, earnestly.

‘Oh yes, it feels lovely. Keep a finger inside me and rub my clit just like you are.’ I moaned, again, before adding: ‘Next time you can lick it and suck it, I’ll teach you how to make a woman really happy.’

‘When? Next Saturday? ‘He asked, quickly.

‘Maybe, we’ll see. But if your mum’s there it might be difficult.’

He smiled and then told me: ‘She’s out all day Saturday, with Dad, they’re going to Brighton to see my Nan. We’ll be all alone.’

‘Oh my, that will be great. You can fuck me all day.’ I giggled and moaned at the same time.

‘Can I fuck you now?’ He asked, his cock nice and hard, again.

‘Yes please.’

He quickly climbed on me and pushed his cock inside, leaning up and looking down at me, a new confidence in his smile. I was constantly excited it seemed, as soon as he was in me, I was gripping him and wrapping my legs around him, holding him, wanting him.

‘Fuck me, make me cum again, show me how good you are.’

And he did, he took his time and did exactly as I told him, managing to hold himself long enough for me to cum again. We were both more than happy after, me totally satisfied and Billy as proud as punch. He felt like a real man, making a grown woman cum so many times.

We lay together and drifted off, waking a few hours later, both still more than happy. We showered again before Billy left, making sure he didn’t smell of sex.

When he was gone I sat on my one chair and contemplated my new life, wondering where this would lead me and how I could keep it all a secret. Regardless of all that I felt great, I was happier and more content than I could remember. It felt like something had finally clicked into place, something that was missing had been found. One thing I was certain of, my Dad would never again touch me, nor any man, my body was for young boys, boys who were shy and innocent and had no experience with girls; boys who were not yet corrupted into being horrible and arrogant men.

I couldn’t wait for next Saturday, I was already imagining what we could do together.

Before next Saturday was Wednesday, my day at the school. I had done nothing but think of Billy since we fucked at my room, my pussy was constantly wet and I had fingered myself silly.

As Jane and I arrived at the school my heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode, I was so nervous and excited I felt all hot and sweaty. How would Billy react to me, I wondered? How would I react?

Jane kissed me and went off to her class, her smile helping reassure me. I quickly brushed my dress down and made my way to my class, looking at myself as I passed the big mirror near the offices. My dress was a little short but not too much, just enough to show my legs off without being rude. It also showed off my chest, especially if I bent down, which I intended to do, the boys needed a treat after all, I giggled.

As I entered the class I could feel myself blush a little, I felt like a stripper walking on to the stage, my audience waiting, all their eyes ravishing me. Mr Phelps was scribbling on the board, a quick glance and smile acknowledging my entrance as he continued writing.

All the boys were staring, quickly averting their eyes as I looked back at them, they were so shy still, it was wonderful. As Mr Phelps droned on I began walking to the rear of the class, Billy was there sitting with his back against the wall, his friend just in front of him.

My hips swayed as I walked, all eyes desperate to watch me as I glided across the floor, my body looking so sexy as I deliberately paraded myself for the class. Billy was smiling as I reached the wall and leaned against it, my chest pushing out provocatively, my performance in full flow.

I knew what I was doing and what I had done but just didn’t care, this felt too good to stop, I needed and wanted it and nothing would stop me. My body felt so alive, all these young boys drooling over me was almost too much, god this was so sexy. If I could I would strip and fuck Billy right here over his desk, loving that all his classmates were watching us, all waiting to fuck me as well.

‘Miss, miss.’ Billy whispered.

His voice brought me back to reality, I looked at Mr Phelps but he was still scribbling away, oblivious to anything else. I smiled at Billy and knelt down, my hand touching his as I put it on the desk.

‘Can I see you after class, I need some help with a problem’? He asked, his voice low and nervous.

‘Of course, I would be glad to help.’ I answered, stroking his hand as I stood.

Mr Phelps stopped scribbling and told the boys to complete the sums and to ask me for any help if they needed it. Immediately half a dozen hands were in the air, bringing a smile to my face.

For the next twenty minutes I helped the boys with their maths, even though most didn’t actually need any help. All of them trying as hard as possible to sound confused while enjoying the view of my tits as I lent down. Some even being so bold as to stare knowing I was watching them; they could not help themselves, poor things.

It was heaven, I loved them all, the way they stared and wriggled with their hard-ons was so sexy, I almost came, I swear it.

Suddenly the classroom door opened and the school secretary was here, she went to Mr Phelps and spoke quietly.

He got up and said: ‘I have to go out for a few minutes but Miss Green will look after you. Be good for her and don’t play up.’

With that he followed the secretary out of the room, leaving me alone with twenty horny young boys, a shiver went down my spine. I stood up from the boy I was helping and walked to the front of the class, slowly and as sexy as I could.

I put my bum on the teacher’s desk and leaned back, both hands on the desk, too. All eyes were on me, waiting, hoping for something but not knowing what. That feeling of being on a stage come back to me, I was a performer and it was showtime.

I turned my head toward the blackboard and reached back for Mr Phelp’s notes. As I did this my right leg lifted and my dress rode up my thighs, a quiet gasp from the boys telling me they could see something they really liked. My heart skipped a beat as I pretended to rummage through the notes, my mind in a whirl wondering just what they could see, it was beyond exciting.

After a minute of pretend thumbling I turned back to the boys, all of them with their mouths open and their eyes wide. I smiled and stood, not really knowing what to do next but hoping something would come to me. Before it did one of the boys suddenly spoke.

‘Miss, is that a three or an eight? I can’t read Mr Phelps writing.’

He was pointing to the board and smiling cheekily. I turned and looked, there was so many numbers it was impossible to know which one he meant. I walked to the board and then turned back to the boy.

‘Which one’? I asked.

‘Near the top, on the right.’ He answered, sounding very sincere.

Now, Mr Phelps is about a foot taller than me and his top line on the board was almost out of reach for little old me, I would have to stand on tiptoe and stretch my arm out as far as I could. I pointed to and eight just above my head, within easy reach.

‘No, it’s the one higher up, near the top.’ He added, giggling slightly.

As I reached up and stood on my toes, I felt my dress riding up with me. Wow, I suddenly thought, the little bastards knew this would happen, how clever of them, they remembered me doing this on my first day.

‘This one’? I asked, pointing to a higher one, my dress even higher now.

‘Just above it, to the right.’ Another boy shouted, joining in the fun.

I reached higher, letting them tell me where to go, my dress now just below my bum, a murmur of approval coming from my audience.

‘This one’?

‘The one above it.’ A new voice added.

I knew if I reached any higher my red panties would be on display, and as they had pinched between my cheeks so would some of my bum. But I wanted to do it, I was so turned-on I couldn’t stop. My hand reached up as far as it could, my bum now fully on display, a deep sigh from the boys music to my ears.

‘It must be this one’? I asked, holding my position, letting them all have good look.

No one answered, they just stared, enjoying the delights of my bum. I gave them a few more seconds before lowering my arm.

When I turned back to them I could feel my face blushing, they were all so aroused, I could see it clearly. It was beautiful, they were beautiful, all of them. God, I wanted them all.

I had to sit down, my legs felt like jelly, it was all too much, and my panties were soaking, I was so turned on it hurt. Luckily the boys couldn’t see me under the desk, if they could they would have seen my fingers touching myself. I pressed hard against my pussy, the feeling divine. I would cum If I continued, so I had to stop.

Before I had time to gather myself a boy was by my side, his class book in his hand. I knew what he wanted and I was happy to give it to him.

‘Can you explain this for me, please’? He asked, looking down at me.

He put his book in front of me on the desk, still looking down. My dress had bunched up right to my pussy, my thighs were fully exposed and still open slightly. The boy had the perfect view.

I let him look, even leaning forward to look at his book knowing my dress would fall away from my chest.

I explained the sum for him, slowly, enjoying his gaze, letting him feast on my body. When I finished, I leaned back into my chair, my thighs still on display. The boy suddenly dropped his pencil, our eyes meeting for a second before he knelt down, his face all red and hot.

I watched, mesmerised, my breathing heavy as he reached out for the pencil, his right hand brushing my ankle as his left hand rested on my thigh, just above the knee. I gasped as I felt his fingers on my skin, electric shocks of pleasure shooting along my leg to my pussy.

My eyes quickly looked at the other boys, all of them spellbound by what was happening, before they went back to my thigh. The boy stood and let go, his face full of excitement as he walked back to his seat. Before he could sit another boy was already at my side, book in hand ready for my help.

This was all so amazing; my heart was racing and my pussy was throbbing. I knew it was very dangerous but I wanted more, it was just so good, I couldn’t stop. I leaned forward again and let him look down my dress, my nipples so hard I thought they might rip the material. The boy stared while trying to act normal, my thighs and tits all there for his eager eyes.

When I leaned back ready for him to go, he did the same as the other boy, his pencil dropping to the floor, this time between my feet. Again, I watched as the young boy knelt next to me and reached for his pencil. This boy had to reach further and his chin brushed my thigh as his fingers grasped the pencil. His face was level with my leg, his eyes looking straight at my panty’s, the dark wet spot even bigger now.

He knelt for a few seconds before standing, enjoying the view, reluctantly returning to his seat. The next boy was waiting, pencil in hand as I explained the sum. We both knew what was coming and when the pencil fell, he knelt, slowly, just like the others.