The boy teaser

CHAPTER FOUR

Carol shook her head as she reached the ladder, tossing her hair behind her and laughing out loud with lusty glee. She waited for a second or two, hoping that the boy would have the nerve to touch

her. But he waited in the water until she stood by the pool looking down at him, naked and lovely in the sun, the water trickling down over her pointed tits, covering her belly with glistening little crystal droplets, trickling Through the soft golden hair of her naked cunt

It was obvious to Carol that poor Joey was afraid to get out of the water, afraid that she would see the hard-on that swelled between his hairless legs. She noticed that at least he was not afraid to look at her. He stared wide-eyed up between her wet legs at the cunt she had exposed so wantonly for him. Before he had tried to shift his gaze away from her naked pussy. Now, however, the innocent, wide-eyed boy was able to drink in the beauty of her golden-fleeced cunt. He could hardly help himself now.

Giggling uncontrollably all of a sudden, Carol squeezed the water off her jiggling boobs with the side of her hand. She felt her nipples hardening, felt the flesh of her large, light-brown areolas rising in tiny little bumps that betrayed her increasing excitement. She knew that the boy was growing more and more excited by the moment, too, and she lusted to see his stiff boy-cock.

"Aren't you getting out of the water, key? You'll get all white and wrinkly!" Carol laughed, feeling her nakedness in every fiber of her body.

"No, I can't! I can't get out," the boy mumbled, looking away from her.

"And why not? I did, didn't I?" she smiled.

"I… I've got… I've got a… a…" the boy stumbled, his face turning red.

"A hard-on? Is that what you're waffled about, darling?" she smiled.

"Uh… well… yeah…I…I guess. I can't get out!" he cried.

"I've seen hard-ons before, Joey. I'm a grown woman after all. I've seen more hard-ons than you have, darling. You needn't be afraid, dear. There's nothing to be ashamed of, boy," she crooned, melting the boy's will with her lusty gaze.

"Do you really mean it? Are you sure it doesn't matter?" he pleaded.

"Why should it matter?" Carol asked matter-of-factly.

"Well… I don't know… Dad… Dad said…" the boy tried to say.

"What did your dad say, Joey? What did Al say?" she asked, interested to hear what her neighbor had told his son about sex.

"Well, Dad said a guy should never let a woman see a.. hard-on… I mean… well…he said I wasn't ready yet to talk About things like… like hard-ons… and women…" the boy said painfully, struggling like a young animal in a net.

"I had no idea that Al was such a Puritan! That's just a bit ridiculous, I must say. Hasn't Al told you anything?" she asked, amazed that her friend's son was so ignorant of the facts of life.

Al Masterson hadn't seemed to Carol to be the type of man who would find it necessary to avoid such a discussion with his son. Carol had known him for a long time and knew that he had done his share of woman-chasing, before and after marrying Joyce. And yet the boy really seemed not to know

much about the experience that was stirring his nuts. The fact that the Mastersons were raising a little Puritan made Carol almost angry. It was such a waste of the boy's youth! She had to remedy the situation.

"Really, Joey, I think it's high time someone taught you a few things about sex. Don't you? Let's be honest, darling. You have nothing to fear from me," she smiled, reaching out her hand and taking Joey's trembling hand in hers, helping him out of the water.

When he stood dripping wet before her, Carol knew why he was so embarrassed. His dick had hardened and grown so long in his trunks that the knob was sticking out through the leg of the tight garment. She could see the lightly swollen, reddish-purple head of the boy's cock poking out through his trunks. She almost drooled just looking at it.

Joey squirmed before her, painfully aware of her gaze, painfully aware that his prickhead was exposed shamelessly. He shuffled his feet, squeezing his legs together awkwardly in a useless attempt to make his hard young rod pop back inside his trunks. He knew that it was no use. He would just have to stand there feeling ridiculous until she took pity on him and turned around long enough for him to push his cock back where it belonged. She seemed to enjoy making him squirm, seemed to enjoy looking between his legs at his naked dickhead. Could it be, he wondered, that Miss Chambers liked looking at him as much as he liked looking at her? The possibility made his nuts churn

with youthful excitement, forcing little droplets of pre-cum to ooze from the tip of his dick, making him wild inside.

"You certainly do have a hard-on, darling," Carol said, trying to sound cool and calm but feeling herself growing slightly lightheaded with excitement. "Did I do that to you, Joey? Little me?"

"I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Really*. the trembling boy gasped.

"Silly boy!" she smiled. "I will definitely have to tell you a few things! There are some women who are afraid of such things as hard-on's on young men and there are some women who like such things. I happen to be one of the latter," she said. "Follow me, Joey! We have some talking to do, among other things."

Carol wiggled her ass seductively across the patio and into the living room of her spacious and elegantly appointed house. She turned around when she stepped through the sliding doors and found the boy still standing there in the sun with his hard-on jerking between his young legs. She motioned for him to come to her and he broke into a nervous run, afraid, it seemed to Carol, to disobey her. She didn't know what she would do if he seriously balked at her in her efforts at seduction.

The kid stopped at the doorway and stared at the naked woman. She was drying herself now with a big fluffy towel, rubbing it over her boobs, making the jiggling globes bounce and sway. She stroked her naked thighs with the towel, crooking

her leg in turn and holding them out in front of her, running the towel between her legs until her downy pussy was dry and fluffy, and all of this while Joey watched. He couldn't believe that she was doing that in front of him. If he had tried to watch his mother do that to herself, she would probably have killed him or something!

"You seem surprised," she said to the boy, pretending to suddenly remember that he was standing there while in reality she had directed. her every movement toward him. "Drying one's self after a swim is hardly something to gape at."

"But you…you're…you're naked…" he rasped.

"Am I? I hadn't noticed!" she laughed. "I keep forgetting that your parents frown on thing like nudity. Perhaps you'd like to dry yourself," she said, holding the towel in front of her.

They reached out a shaky hand towards her.

"My goodness, Joey," she said. "I think I'd better do the drying for you. You seem rather nervous. Just stand still if you can and I'll dry that handsome young body of yours."

"Oh, Jesus!" he said, closing his eyes and holding his breath as if he were going under for a swim.

Carol walked around behind the boy and dropped the towel on his shoulders. She rubbed his shoulders and back vigorously until the boy's skin glowed with a pink freshness. She knew that he felt a tingle deep inside him, a tingle that she, too, felt in her tits and deep in her cunt. She began toweling the kid's chest and stomach, falling on her knees in

front of him and looking sweetly into his glittering eyes.

Carol saw his throat contracting and his lips moving. She knew that he was trying to say something. She knew that his words were catching in his throat. She knew that his young body was full of sexual excitement, full to the bursting point. There would be no turning back for the kid now. He was totally in her power and she loved every minute of it. She brought the fluffy towel down over his lower stomach, brushing it against his trunks. She avoided looking directly at the cock that still stuck out an inch or so through the leg of his trunks. It was a nice-looking cock, large enough for a boy of nineteen, and she wanted to examine his rod in greater detail, wanted to lavish much feminine attention on it, wanted to suck that young prick until it shot sperm all over her, wanted to feel it fucking in her sucking pussy, too. But there would be plenty of time for all of that. She had to proceed carefully with her plan of seduction, had to be absolutely certain that the boy understood the situation, that he understood that in return for her tutelage in sex he was to be hers to do with as she wished. She thought the boy was getting her message.

"Darling, you're still all wet! Under your trunks I mean," she crooned, gently rubbing the towel against his covered groin. "I think I should finish the job I started. Drying you, that is. Don't you? Why don't you just push your nice tight trunks down and let Carol dry you?" she smiled up at the boy.

Joey's fists were balled at his sides. He was unable to make his arms move at all, much less perform any function, such as pushing his trunks down. He was afraid to do that anyway. He couldn't believe that Miss Chambers really wanted him to do that. He hadn't even been naked in front of his mother for three or four years. He had always been taught that it was dirty and nasty to be naked in front of a woman. But this particular woman didn't seem to agree with his mother's pronouncements on that subject.

Carol draped the towel over the kid's head, covering his face completely, hiding her from him. He left the towel over his head. He didn't really want to see what she was doing to him. It was frightening enough just feeling it. Carol slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the boy's tight red trunks and pulled them out away from his body. She peeked inside and saw that the kid had very little hair on his young crotch, although the cock that jutted down his leg was much larger than she would have expected. His skin looked incredibly soft and smooth under his trunks, as smooth as a baby's. She had to feel him there, had to touch him where no woman of thirty-five dared to touch a boy of nineteen tender years.

Carol hadn't yet touched the purplish swollen cockhead that still stuck out through the leg of his trunks, although she knew that she would soon do much more than merely touch the excited-looking prick. She moved on her knees closer to the front of the boy's body, wrapping her arms around his torso, feeling his damp flesh against her anus,

warm and inviting. She knew how her touch was affecting the defenseless boy. She felt his muscles stiffen when he felt her touch. She had let his trunks snap back against his lower belly. Now she slipped both hands inside his sopping-wet hunks and felt the muscular smooth cheeks of the kid's ass. She squeezed the halves of his small young butt in her hands, moving her hands downward, forcing his trunks down behind until his ass was completely exposed. She thought of the times she herself had been stripped in that way, her panties slowly pushed down by a man whose hands worked gently against her ass, gently at first but growing more and more animalistic as he grew hotter and hotter with lust. But she would be gentle with the boy. She had had enough hot animal lust to last her forever.

Dying to see the kid's prick, she skinned his trunks down over his still damp legs, letting them fall around his feet in a little red pile. She had to tug hard to release his trunks from the cock that held them up. When his trunks pulled down over his rigid fuck-stick, the rod snapped up against his lower belly, hard and jerking with excitement. The cockshaft was covered already with slippery pre-cum.

Carol gasped when she saw the size of the boy's hard-on. It was big enough to be hanging on a man, she thought. She tried to control the depth of her breathing. She was becoming more and more excited by the minute. Just looking between the boy's legs was enough to make her pussy run with musky moisture. She wondered what the boy felt

when his cock slapped up against his belly. She supposed that he could squirt a load of jizz through his young and eager dick at the slightest provocation. She was right.

Joey was acutely conscious of Carol's luscious naked body. He could feel the heat of her touching him, radiating from her soft curvaceous body. He could almost feel her naked pendulous tits touching his legs, she was so close to hint. He still wore the towel over his head, unable to remove it. He wanted desperately to see the naked. woman who was kneeling so near him. But he was also desperately afraid.

"My, but you have a big dick!" Carol said in genuine appreciation of the boy's sexual development. "And big balls, too! I'll bet these things are just flied with sperm. Has anyone ever touched you there?" she asked, reaching up between the trembling boy's hairless legs and touching his low-hanging nuts with the tips of her fingers.

"Jesus Christ no!" the kid gasped. "Nobody ever touched me there.! Just the doctor once. Oh, shit! You shouldn't be touchin' me there. It's not right! Mom and Dad always said nobody should touch me there!" Joey nearly sobbed.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, taking his balls in her fingers, squeezing them very gently, rolling them around inside their smooth pink sac. "Does it make you tingle all over?"

"Christ yeah! But it's wrong! I mean, it's dirty. Isn't it?" the kid asked, his voice muffled by the towel.

"Of course it is, darling! A woman of thirty-five

shouldn't be touching a boy of nineteen between his legs like this. We both know that, darling. But I like doing it and you like doing it so why shouldn't we go on doing it?" Carol cooed, still playing with the boy's heavy nuts.

Joey's balls were nearly bursting with jizz. He hadn't jacked off that day yet, and he wondered how long he could stand such a raging hard-on without squirting off. His cock ached as never before. It was as if she were the embodiment of all the women in every wet dream he had ever had. She was driving him nuts and the fact that it was such a dirty and taboo thing made the entire experience even more exciting, almost dizzying for the boy.

"Such nice hair on your crotch, darling," Carol said, trying to hide her growing excitement. "But it's all wet, Joey! I think I should dry it off just a bit. It must be terribly uncomfortable for you."

Carol slowly grabbed the edge of the towel that covered the boy's head and chest and pulled it off him. She looked up boldly into his eyes and smiled as wickedly as she could. His face wore an expression approaching that of pain. She knew how she was making the kid's young dick ache right down to his nuts. Her pussy was flaming with lust. Her cunt was running with fragrant moisture. Her clitoris was twitching between her long satiny legs. She desperately wanted the boy's cock between those feminine legs, fucking away inside her gushing hole, driving her wild with climax after climax.

Joey looked down in front of his body, staring

wide-eyed at the huge knockers that protruded so obscenely in front of the lovely woman's body. They were like huge pillows of flesh, tipped with hard-looking brown nipples that looked almost as excited as his cock. Miss chambers' tits were suffused with a healthy rosy glow and lightly touched by the sun. He wanted to bun' himself in her tits, wanted to give himself up to her entirely and lose himself there in her boobs. He didn't know what made him feel that way about her-not exactly, anyway. He knew that he felt the same urge to bury himself between his mother's big tits occasionally. But that was out of the question. He was a young man now and such things were forbidden between men and their mothers. But Miss Chambers was not his mother, and there was something about her age and lush full-bodied femininity that made him melt inside.

Carol took the towel and began rubbing the boy's thighs with it. Her hands moved to his lower belly, carefully avoiding the jerking shaft of his naked dick. She rubbed around in the sparse hair on the kid's crotch until he began to breathe very hard.

"Do you like that?" she smiled up at him.

He shook his head affirmatively. She grasped the incredibly rigid shaft of his young rod and pulled it out away from his stomach. She began rubbing the crotch hair behind his cock, letting the towel brush lightly against the back of his purple cockhead. She had never seen a young boy's dick before in an erect state and she was thrilled by the sight of it, thrilled by the incredible excitement that she

herself was inspiring in him.

"I can't take it, Miss Chambers!" Joey rasped, standing up on the balls of his feet, as if trying to escape her wildly exciting manipulations. "If you keep doin' that, I'm gonna do it all over you! It's not right, is it?"

"It's perfectly all right with we, darling," she said. "Why don't I just make you do it whether you want to or not!"

With that Carol grasped the kid's hard-on in a tight hold and suddenly began jacking him off. She looked up and saw that the naked boy's eyes were almost bugging out of his head. He tried almost involuntarily to back away from her but she held his prick firmly. It took only three or four strokes of Carol's soft warm fist to bring the boy off. She stared at the tip of his slippery dick and watched a squirt of sperm blast from the blood-engorged knob. The first three or four blasts of the thick creamy jizz shot clear over Carol's head. She had never seen a man come so hard and fast. It was as if his cum had been shot from a cannon of hot male flesh.

Poor defenseless Joey thought his balls would blow off when the surge of his orgasm tore through his hot young nuts. He didn't want to let that happen. What would his parents think if they found out? What would Miss Chambers think of him? A guy just wasn't supposed to do things like that in front of a woman, especially a woman as old as his mother! But when he felt his sperm shooting through his twitching prick, he forgot the taboos and abandoned himself to the wild pleasure

of his orgasm. He watched his fuck juice shoot over the naked woman's beautiful blonde head. He watched some of the jizz splatter against her soft, warm-looking cheeks. He watched her lick the cum off her lips, still staring at his cock as the last few squirts shot out of his cum-slit.

Carol was instantly addicted to the taste of the young boy's cream. She knew then and there that she would have to taste his precious spunk again and again. She knew then and there that She would have to guide the boy through the world of sexual pleasure, no matter what obstacles lay before them on their taboo journey. She let the kid's dick jerk up from her fist, still rock-hard and pulsating with hot blood. She wanted to lick the sperm from his cock, wanted to suck the last remaining droplets into her mouth. But she was afraid to go too far with him at first, afraid that he might break and run, afraid that the ridiculous teachings of his prudish parents might rise to the surface again and ruin her fun. She had to keep her hold on the boy.

Carol thought that Joey would fall on her, his legs were suddenly so weak. She nearly had to hold the kid up. She stood up slowly, her pussy still burning with lust for him. She reached down in front of the young kid and pulled his trunks up over his hairless young legs. She tucked his barely softening hard-on inside his tight damp trunks and tugged them up around his naked ass. She let the waistband of his trunks snap against the head of his dick, which stuck out a good inch or so above the elastic band. He jumped when he felt the material snap against his sensitive knob.

"Something tells me you liked that, Joey dear," Carol said, kissing the boy behind the ear.

"Oh, Jesus!" the boy cried. "I don't believe it! I must be dreamin'!"

"Not at all, dear," she whispered in his ear. "This is real, very real. But we mustn't go too far all at once, Joey. There are many other exciting things you need to learn about women and what women can do for nice strong men like you."

"Do you really mean it? I'm awful scared," the boy admitted, hiding his face in Miss Chambers' soft inviting jugs.

"Don't worry, dear. Everything will be wonderful. Just don't breathe a word of this to anyone," she cautioned gently.

"Are you kiddin'? I won't say anything. Jesus! Mom and Dad would kill me!" Joey whimpered.

"Such silly people they must be, dear," Carol smiled, walking the trembling boy to the door. "You just run along now. If you come back tomorrow, I'll show you a few things about women that you might like to learn. Will you come back, Joey?" she cooed.

Joey nodded his head violently and broke into a nervous run across the patio, through the gate and down the street to his house. Carol knew that she had him hooked.