Sometimes being the school councillor was difficult. Molly carried the burdens and secrets of many of her charges. If she had been the type to worry there would have been enough worry to keep her tense all the time. Fortunately she wasn’t. Life was better if you relaxed and faced it one step at a time. Monday mornings often brought new challenges and this Monday morning had brought a despondent Garth. Garth had been a late developer but at seventeen he was filling out nicely. his plain face under a mane of blonde hair was neither pretty nor rugged but a lot less boyish now and very honest and expressive if you cared to notice. Right now he just looked lost as he stammered out his problems.

“I’m hard almost all the time. I leak so much all my pants have stains and I’m constantly afraid I’ll show a damp spot. Alicia turns me on without doing anything. Just sitting with her makes be rock hard and then I have to adjust myself and she pretends not to notice. It’s embarrassing and I don’t have a girlfriend. Jacking off at home is difficult except on weekends. I don’t know what to do.”

It had taken a while to get him to verbalise his problem. This red faced boy, who would soon be a hunk of a man, didn’t even have the confidence to say he desperately needed a fuck or to ask his partner to help him get one. Molly felt a little as if she had failed. She’d had Garth in her care for nearly four years and this outcome was simply not good enough.

“What does Alicia do that turns you on so much?”

“Just being so hot and she ... She doesn’t wear panties,” he stammered.

“How do you know?”

“She gets a twitchy leg sometimes and puts her foot up, so her chin is on her knee. No one else can see but I’m beside her and her skirt slides back up her leg enough that if I glance down I can see. I try not to but...”

“So she flashes her bare hip if not her pussy at you, apparently inadvertently. Why do you try not to look?”

Molly noted the impressive trouser bulge Garth was already sporting from her probing questions. Avoiding a damp spot might be difficult at this rate. His face was reddening further, his breathing speeding up. It wouldn’t take much at all.

“I know she’s not interested in me. She’s told me more than once. She likes Emin and Bart because they know how to please a woman.”

Molly kept a straight face but only just. Emin had a score of two at most and Bart hadn’t ever got further then his partner and his sister. Neither of them was exactly a player but then neither was Alicia, whatever she thought. One guy hadn’t even made it inside her before going off and the chances the other, probably Emin, had brought her anywhere near orgasm were about zero.

Molly often knew more about the sex lives of her charges than they really did themselves.

“OK. Enough about Alicia. Why is it so difficult to masturbate at home?”

It took Garth a while to explain about his nosy, tech savvy, younger sister who would shop him for collecting porn and his issues with visualizing because he lacked much to base it on. Alicia was out of the question because that would only make her turn him on even more.

“I did imagine going with her once and it made me explode but the next day was so bad. I nearly went off twice without touching it.”

“But on the weekend?”

“On the weekend Tina goes to Dad’s place and Mum is out with her boyfriend a lot. Then I can do it. Otherwise I’d have gone crazy by now.”

If Tina was just a year older the obvious interim solution would have been to recruit her to help him collect some images or vids to get off to and to secure them properly so he wasn’t afraid to keep them. Things might have taken a few different turns from there but Tina was too young. Molly ruled that out. The tiny flat the three of them shared didn’t help any. Property in Chareen was getting ridiculous.

Garth adjusted himself, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

“Except she didn’t go this weekend. She hung around the whole time, bothering me for things and I got so desperate I snapped at her.”

A more head on approach to this problem was going to be needed or this kid was going to explode, probably all over his sister. Molly got up and cat walked over to the big chair where he sat. He raised his head, cheeks flushed and grey eyes wide as she crouched in front of him. He should get an eyeful of bosom from there at least.

“It seems you may be unusually virile Garth. Some guys are just naturally sexier than others. They make more semen and feel the need to come more often. Do you mind if I take a look at your balls. Just a little squeeze should tell me all I need to know.”

Garth gulped audibly. “No Mrs. Baxter I don’t mind.”

“Call me Molly,” she said, giving him a smile and unzipping him without looking. She held his eyes as his cock jack-in-the-boxed out of his pants. It bounced and stretched, reaching for her face as she leaned in to get a hold of his underwear by the waist.

“These shorts will have to go. Far too restrictive for a man your size.”

Garth didn’t know what to say but it was enough to get him to lift his ass and he was soon fully exposed, his pants around his knees. Molly weighed his balls in her hand, not looking at his straining cock.

“Mmm. Yes. As full as a dirt wagon.”

That was an expression that the folks from out west had brought in and it probably had a double meaning. Molly had picked it up from the country kids who had swelled the school to bursting this year.

Garth moaned, almost keening.

“I. It’s, I can’t.”

Molly slid a silky hand up over his balls and along his shaft until the plump pink helmet twitched against her palm. Cocks were such a joy.

“Uhh. I’m...”

Garth’s first spurt filled her palm. The second landed along her upper arm and dolloped on her wrist.

“ ... sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Molly raised her arm and licked the cum trail up to her wrist. Holding his eyes.

“Cum is wonderful to a slut like me. A gift I’m always grateful for.”

He looked confused. Further convincing would be required. She undid the top of her dress left handed exposing her braless tits to his wide eyed stare. Then smeared the palmful of cum across her nipples and rubbed it around.

“Thank you Garth. How do you feel now?”

“Better,” he almost gasped.

“Good. And what would you like to do now?”

“I err.”

Garth looked down at his drooping member then at her tits.

“You like my breasts?” Molly queried.

“Yes M ... Molly. They’re magnificent.”

“Well thank you Garth. I’m flattered but usually my lovers are more keen to interact with my body.”

Garth hesitated again and looked down at his dick.

“You can’t fuck me right now so what do you want to do.”

Garth’s hands moved towards her tits but the hesitation was still there.

“If you’re going to give a girl your cum you shouldn’t be afraid or ashamed of it yourself. You should be proud of your cum. I’ve got a lot more experience than the next girl you come on will have and I know what I like. For her you’ll have to reassure her that your cum is good. A valuable gift that you’ve bestowed on her because you appreciate her.”

Molly took his right hand and placed it firmly on her chest.

“Spread it around. Coat me with it. Assume I want to feel it as much as possible. That’s it. Now take your messy hand, don’t drip, and put a finger in my mouth. Mmm that’s right. Minty and thick and slippery on my tongue. You should try some yourself. Get used to it. When you kiss your girl it’s going to be in her mouth and you’d better not flinch or pull back. No, not your finger. Scoop it with your tongue from right here.”

Garth’s tongue in her cleavage was slow but firm. He was getting it.

“Don’t be greedy now. Share it with me. Put your tongue in my mouth.”

Garth’s technique would need a lot of work but he got an A for effort and a minute of extra snogging for using a finger to collect more cum and adding it to their snowball. That was almost a pro move.

“How long will it be before you get hard and desperate again?” Molly asked casually as she was cleaning up.

“I’ll be hard by the end of biology for sure but I’ll be alright now I think. Until tomorrow at least.”

The gratitude and relief in his voice was unmistakable.

“Good. I’ll see you here tomorrow at the same time.”

“You mean for...?”

“If you can’t say it you can’t ask for it Garth. We’ll work on that tomorrow. Off you go now.”

Garth was on time of course on Tuesday morning. Hurrying into the big chair.

“How did things go yesterday after our session?”

“Better. Much better. It was easier in biology and I even managed to make a joke that Alicia laughed at. I got hard but it wasn’t bad.”

“Good. Getting hard shouldn’t ever be bad. You should enjoy it, your woman certainly will. Did you masturbate last night?”

Garth shook his head.

“And are you hard now?”

Like a stone.

“Well take out your cock then and give it some room to breathe. Remember what we did yesterday. I’m not afraid of it and you’re not ashamed of it.”

A zip later and six inches of man meat was sticking out of his fly.

“Good. I see you left the shorts behind.”

Garth nodded. Molly carefully kept her eyes on his snake, where any girlfriend’s eyes would be, as if fascinated. It wasn’t that hard to do. She played at being mesmerised by it and drawn in. In a moment she was on her knees pulling his pants down the rest of the way to make it easier to widen his knees.

“This is a more typical way that you might get off with a girl, if you don’t just explode like before.”

When her lips reached the base of his cock she turned her eyes up to his face. The mixture of lust adoration, incredulity and passion warmed her heart and her pussy. It might be a long time before he got another blow job of this quality. She went slowly with minimal tongue so he’d have more than a few seconds to remember.

Garth was soon gasping and his hips were trying to thrust by themselves. Mrs Baxter repeatedly swallowed his cock and then pulled back dragging her lips up the shaft. She was so pretty and so sexy and her mouth felt so good he thought he might die. He exploded in her mouth instead, heaving his hips and squirting a massive, ball emptying, load that almost overflowed her lips.