Boy Magnets

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Boy MagnetsI am the last teacher in the world I would expect tosleep with one of her students. I am good-looking, Ihave had plenty of boyfriends, and have never been whatI would consider some kind of slut.This is what happened to me last spring. Names changedto protect the guilty.I have been a teacher at Andrew Jackson Middle Schoolfor over six years.Bobby Hunter was just an average 13 year old k** in myfourth period class. About 5’6″, dark hair, blue eyes,average build. I never looked at him twice, or any ofthe other boys for that matter. Until…sigh. One day in May, as class was letting out, Bobby waswalking past my desk on his way out of class, and Ifelt his gaze on my chest. It was a warm day and I hadworn a blouse that showed just an inch or two ofcleavage. It is not unusual for boys to look down myblouse, and I don’t mind. My philosophy is what thehell, let them look.I looked back at him, expecting him to flush and moveon when he saw that I had caught him staring. Then Inoticed, right in front of my desktop, that he had asimply enormous boner in his pants. I didn’t realize what it was at first — just a biglump that was distending the front of his pants to aconsiderable degree. I honestly wondered what it was,and when it occurred to me that he had an erection, Iwas too surprised to even blush.I stared back, and when I realized that I was staringat a 13 year old boy’s crotch I quickly averted mygaze. Bobby walked on out of the room. I was surprisedto feel my nipples tingling and hardening in my bra,and I was glad that he wasn’t there to see it.I had just had a pussy-dampening experience with astudent. Well, he was kind of cute. I thought abouthim off and on throughout the rest of the day, andfantasized about that big erection.That night I dreamed about him. I don’t remember allof the dream, just that we were alone somewhere and Iwas trying to get his pants off and I couldn’t getthem off because they kept snagging on his hard-on,and I was unbelievably horny.I woke up dripping wet between my legs and finishedmyself off with my hand, masturbating furiously. Myclitoris was jutting out like the prow of a ship.The next day my closest friend on the teaching staff,Cathy Barton, and I had a lunch date, and over lunchI told her the whole thing.Cathy looked thoughtful. “You know, I know of at leastthree teachers who have had affairs with studentshere,” she said. “Two men, and one woman. One of themen was caught and nearly fired, but they hushed it upsomehow.””Who was the woman? The one who had an affair with astudent, I mean.””I’m not telling. I’ll tell you who the student was.Do you know Raymond Anthony?””Oh, him? I had him in my class two years ago. He’s inthe ninth grade now, right? He seems like a prettyaverage boy. What was the attraction?””Well…he isn’t a perfectly average boy, if you catchmy drift. He’s really quite big for his age, where itcounts. All the girls in the ninth grade know abouthim, he has a reputation.””What sort of reputation?””Well, the rumor that was going around a few monthsago was that he was still a virgin…because everygirl he tried it with found out it was too big to fitin her. Three different girls felt it at his sister’sslumber party. They were playing Post Office.””And he slept with a teacher?””One of the teachers heard about it and decided to helphim with his little problem.” Cathy giggled at this.”But it’s a big secret.””I’ll bet it was that Miss Josephson who teachesGeography. She’s such a little slut. The boys droolover her.””Well, it wasn’t her, and she really isn’t such a slut.People just think she is because she’s got big boobs.Yours are almost as big, but nobody thinks you’re aslut.””Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to show offmy figure when I’m at school. I made an exceptionyesterday, and look what happened from just showing aninch of cleavage.””You should. You really do have a nice rack on you,you know. I’m not surprised he was looking. Why don’tyou unbutton another button on that thing you’re wear-ing today, and see if he notices?””Oh, my god, no.” I giggled. “You make me feel likesuch a perv. Like this?” And I unbuttoned one morebutton at the top of my blouse, tugged it down andcarefully arranged the lapels. “That’s better. You can see your boobs now, but nottoo much, and the edge of your bra.”I rebuttoned. “Well, we’ll see. I don’t really thinkI’m going to go trolling for a 13 year old to lookdown my blouse.”But I did, of course. At the end of the fourth periodI couldn’t resist and undid the button again and tuggedmy blouse downward. Sure enough, as Bobby walked by mydesk after I dismissed the class he stared at my chest.I couldn’t resist teasing him a little bit — he reallyis a nice looking boy — so I beckoned to him andleaned forward over my desk while I asked him about ahomework assignment, deliberately thrusting my 36D titsin his face and taking a deep breath to expand my chest.Now ordinarily I wear sensible underwear to school butas it happened that morning all of my sensible under-wear was in the dirty hamper; and the stuff I usuallysave for dates was clean, since I hadn’t been out on adate in months. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but Ijust happened to put on one of those bras that you wearwhen you want to show a little. Not a WonderBra, orsomething out of the Victoria’s Secret catalog, but youcould pretty easily tell I was a big girl.He noticed alright. Mother used to refer to them, whenshe was being funny, as my “boy magnets”. He wasmagnetized. His face reddened and while I continued totalk about the assignment, Bobby nodding as though hewas paying attention while he clearly was not hearinga word I said, I snuck a peek at his crotch.Something behind his zipper lengthened and stiffenedinto a big thick lump that jutted out from his pantsand pumped back and forth a little, straining againstthe fabric. I was fascinated. It was like some kind ofa****l mating display in a nature documentary.Once again I felt my nipples hardening. Would it show?In this bra, yes, when my nipples were erect they pokedthrough. Would he notice? I looked down at myself and Icould see a big bump where the left nipple was stickingout. I was breathing hard. This little game of I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours had gone far enough.”So you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I askedwith a smile.”Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he choked out.”Good. See you in class tomorrow.” I smiled at him andtried to meet his eyes — he still wasn’t looking me inthe face — and then turned around to erase the black-board. My nipples stuck out half an inch. I lookedobscene. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the buttonand thought of horrible things until I could feel theswelling in my areolae going down.That night I dreamed about him again. This time I hadno problem getting his pants down. He was big and thickbetween my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping andmoaning and almost about to come for what seemed in thedream like a very long time.I woke up in a sweat with a damp spot under me on thebed, and hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shov-ing fingers up inside me and the other rubbing my clithard until I came. There was no time to reach for thevibrator and no need for it. My orgasm lasted almost aminute. The next morning was Wednesday, and I wasn’t supposedto meet Cathy but she sent me a note between classessuggesting we do lunch again. I met her on our breakand we got into her car and drove out toward a ham-burger place on the highway. “He’s in my fifth period class. He’s such a littledreamboat. God, I’m even envious that he has a crushon you,” she said once we were in the car. “So, whathappened in class yesterday?”I told her all the gory details. She wanted to knowhow big his bulge was, and whether any of the otherboys noticed my boobs, and whether any of the girlsnoticed his erection. And which bra I had worn today.”I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want tobe known as a slut.””What are you wearing tomorrow, then?”She tried to convince me I should wear something clingyand go braless. Or a miniskirt. Going braless works ifyou’re built like her, but it’s a mistake if you are aD cup, and there is in fact a dress code for teachersat Andrew Jackson Middle School that specifically pro-hibits miniskirts. So I convinced her that I was goingto wear what I usually wear, regardless.”He really is good-looking. Have you thought about it?””About what?””About whether you really want to do it with him?””He’s a boy! Thirteen years old!””I know, but look, you’re dreaming about him. Twonights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a manyou’re probably going to give in, in the end.””He’s not a man, he’s a boy.”She giggled. “He’s big enough. So, what do we havehere? Just a young man, a sympathetic older woman, anda little private lesson in sex education. In France itwould be considered perfectly normal.””Nobody considers it normal here. Here, I could go tojail.””I consider it normal. Look, there are at least twomale teachers doing the same thing, and they aren’tgoing to jail. If you get called into the principal’soffice you just deny everything, and I’ll back you upthat you were somewhere else when the boy says he wasdoing you. And if they don’t buy that you threaten toexpose the male teachers that have been screwing 15year old girls, since it’s not fair you should getfired while they get covered up.”So we went round and round about it and completelymissed the chance to get lunch — we grabbed a coupleof containers of yogurt on the way back to school. Sheconvinced me that my libido was completely wrapped upin this and that I wouldn’t be free of it until I gavein and did it. Also, she told me a few things aboutRaymond Anthony that really whetted my appetite…”…so, when she unzipped him, you know what she finds?Nine inches. And he’s only 15. Imagine when he’s incollege — he’s going to be hung like a horse. He’llhave to have penis-reduction surgery.”Hmmm. “I’ve never had one that big. I’ve never evenseen nine inches, in real life. I’d be afraid of beingbanged in the cervix. Besides, it’s really two thingsthat matter — is it wide enough to fill you up, andcan he keep it hard long enough until you come.””In his case, it’s thick enough, and he does come likea jackrabbit the first two times. But they do it aboutfive times in one session.””Good grief.””He’s fifteen years old. That’s what you have a youngerlover for. They can screw for hours, you have to fightthem off when you start getting sore. And he has lotsof energy. Not like some 40 year old guy bursa escort who’s going toroll off you and take a nap after he comes.”I paused thoughtfully for a moment. “Raymond’s not mytype.””Yeah, too bad he’s taken, isn’t it. I was just think-ing the same thing,” she laughed. “However, you do haveBobby.””Yes, I do.” I thought about it. “But suppose Bobbydoesn’t have much of a cock when I unzip him, assumingit ever comes to that?” I was picturing a skinny littlewiener that I couldn’t feel touching the sides of myvagina. I’ve never had that problem with a man but Ihad a girlfriend who did. “What if he just ejaculatesprematurely, and then can’t get it hard again?””At that age you really don’t have to worry about themnot getting hard again. Making it stay down for morethan 5 minutes is the trick. I checked Bobby out in myclass and I don’t think you’ve got much to worry aboutin the penis department. He’s got a bigger bulge thanthe other boys. Isn’t that why you noticed him? You’veprobably had other boys get hard in your class andtheir erections weren’t big enough for you to notice.You probably noticed his because it — ahem — “standsout”. I bet he’s well hung. Anyway, I know someone whocan find out.””Who?””A boy in one of my classes. He’ll tell me. I thinkthey have gym together so I’ll just ask him to checkBobby out in the shower.””Omigod, never. You can’t ask another boy to do that.””In this case, I can.” She smiled. “He’s gay. He tellsme everything, and I keep his secrets. I’ll tell him Ihave a friend who’s interested in Bobby Hunter and thatwe want a full report on his endowment.””Well…just don’t mention my name!” I laughed.I dreamed about Bobby two more times over the weekend,and had some pretty serious masturbation fantasies evenwhile I was awake. Mostly I dreamed about a big cockand getting pounded silly for hours. I needed to getlaid badly. Monday afternoon I saw Cathy. “I spoke to my littlefriend,” she said.”And…?””He knows Bobby, and he says Bobby has a big one. Pro-bably the second most hung boy in the seventh grade,in his opinion.”My eyes must have brightened. I felt relieved andexcited.”And how hung is that?””He’s not absolutely sure, but he’s blown the boy withthe biggest one, and he said it was this thick.” Sheheld her thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart.”He said I couldn’t get my hand around it at thethickest part.””He blew him? Everybody in this school is getting laidexcept us! So which boy is this?””He won’t say. He’s afraid we’ll poach on his terri-tory. But he said Bobby’s seems to be almost as well-developed, judging from what you see in the shower.He’d like to see it at full-size himself.”I was very pleased at this news, although I knew thatyou couldn’t always tell from what the boys saw in thelocker room. If you want an accurate report you need toask a girl, and there weren’t any girls who had seenBobby’s penis. Yet. “We are talking like a couple of tarts,” I said with alaugh.”We are a couple of tarts.””I remember when I was the first girl in my class towear a real bra. All the seventh grade boys were talk-ing about me then, just like we’re talking about themnow. I got my first B cup when I was 13 and grown menwere hitting on me.””You seem to have come out of it okay.””There were a few traumatic moments. Did I ever tellyou about my senior prom? I wore a really low cut gown,and when I came downstairs my mother said, “Oh, Ididn’t know the senior class was going to see the GrandCanyon!” Right in front of my father and my date! Icould have died.””God that’s terrible. My father used to make cracksabout how flat I was.””The worst was in the eighth grade, there were theseboys who used to k** me about wearing falsies. And wewere playing this game where you have to do a dare ortake a forfeit, and one time they dared me to prove Iwasn’t wearing falsies. I said no way, and they decidedmy forfeit was that they would all get to feel me for10 seconds. And I started to walk away, and one of theboys grabbed me and pinned my arms back and they alltook turns feeling me.””Jesus.””The funny thing is, I did sort of enjoy it. I got wetbetween my legs. They let me go after they all got agood feel and I ran home crying, but I was actuallyvery excited.””I’ve always wondered what it was like to have big oneslike yours.””I’ve always thought yours are very firm and nicelyshaped. You’re lucky.””The nice thing about them is that they’re perky and Ican go without a bra. I just wish they were a size big-ger.”I thought about my breasts on the way back to school.When I look at myself in the mirror they look big andsoft and and round, nicely shaped and smooth. WouldBobby like them when he saw me naked? They do sag alittle; and you know, like any woman, once I am com-pletely undressed I feel a little exposed. They arecertainly big enough and enough men have complimentedme on how good they feel that I felt pretty securethat he would enjoy touching them. And I would probablybe his first woman, probably the first woman or girlhe had ever seen completely naked close up. If I wentthrough with this. Was I going to?I never consciously made up my mind, but after classlater that day I cornered Bobby and asked him aboutthe overdue assignment which he had promised to handin Friday. He apologized and asked for an extension.”Maybe I could give you some help with it, if thatwould make it easier? If you want to show me whatyou’ve got I’ll go over it with you,” I said.”Uh, thanks, sure, I guess.” He didn’t seem the leastbit unhappy with the idea. Being alone with his crushprobably didn’t sound bad at all.”When are you free during the day?””Second period.””That doesn’t work for me. Are you free after schooltomorrow?””Yes.””Well, stay after school and bring your project andI’ll see you here after the last class.”And thus I started down the road to being a statutoryr****t.The next morning I took extra care with washing my hairand applying my makeup. I wore what I consider a veryattractive little black dress, with a scoop neck and alowcut semi-pushup type bra. They don’t make pushupbras in my size and this one was about a half-size toosmall, which makes you spill out a little over the top.Over that I wore a very light sweater that I hopedwouldn’t get too warm and make me perspire, because itwas going to have to cover me up until school was out.It was a long day, and I did perspire, slightly, butthe fan in my classroom helped. I unbuttoned thesweater at one point and there was so much of me hang-ing out I had to quickly button up again. I looked likeone of those wenches on the covers of the bodice-ripperbooks. If Principal Conway saw me he would either sendme home in the middle of the day, or ask me for a date.I felt sexy.During fourth period it was all I could do not to stareat Bobby. I deliberately looked away and avoided call-ing on him, although he seemed to be looking at me alot. I turned my back while he was walking out at theend of class so I wouldn’t have to interact with him.And after the last class, after the last student hadleft and I was all alone in the classroom, there he was. I wiped my brow and casually took off the sweater.”It’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think? They alwaysturn off the air conditioner when school lets out,” Isaid.He responded to this little bit of strip tease about asyou would expect. His eyes bugged and he stared at mydecolletage. I had sprayed just a little perfume inthere and I wondered if he was smelling the aroma com-ing off my warm, musky breasts. He was looking rightat them and my nipples were standing out like a coupleof pencil erasers and he saw them too. I made no effortto hide them. I breathed in deep, pulled my shouldersback a little and smiled. I couldn’t read the expres-sion on his face.Cathy’s little gay friend, whoever he was, was rightabout him. I had been checking out some of the otherboys for comparison, and the bulge in Bobby’s pantswas bigger. Bigger relaxed, and bigger hard…and itwas getting very hard.And I couldn’t do anything about it because we were ina classroom and there were at least a hundred peoplestill in the building, any one of whom might walk inon us for any reason at all. I cleared my throat — there seemed to be something init — and addressed Bobby, as a teacher to a student.We sat down, the two of us, not touching, not sendingsmoldering glances back and forth (as if he would beso bold! the shy k**) and went over the assignment foran hour, then another twenty minutes, and he was start-ing to look pretty peaked and I figured that very fewpeople would be left to see us leave together.I offered him a ride home and he accepted, and my heartwent pitter-patter very hard against my rib cage and wewalked out to my car and drove away. “You know, I’ve got a book that might help you. It’sat my house — we could swing by and get it on theway,” I said. My voice sounded distant and funny, likesomeone else was talking.”Sure.”We drove mostly in silence to my home and pulled intothe garage. I closed the garage door with the remotecontrol in my glovebox, thank heaven for that, and noone saw us get out of the car.I had a perfectly good excuse for dropping in at myhome with him — I really did have a book he could useon the assignment, and he really was my student, andyes I had probably broken one or two rules in theteachers’ code about being alone with students, butnobody ever enforced those rules on women teachers.They were there to keep the male teachers off the moreadvanced girls. We went up the steps and entered my home, and I gotthe book, and I heard myself say:”Would you like something cold to drink?”He said yes and we walked to the fridge and I got hima soda, and we stood side by side looking into therefrigerator and I said “Would you like a sandwich?I’m kind of hungry myself.”And he said sure and I made us sandwiches and while weate we made a little idle chitchat and I tried to thinkof how I was going to get into his pants. “If you’re not in any hurry, why don’t you have a lookat the book while I change…I really need to get outof this tight dress.”This isn’t going to work, I thought. I was just stall-ing for time. I jammed the zipper on the dress — which was not easy,believe me, it took about twenty tries — and went backinto the kitchen to get his help.”This zipper is stuck — do you think you could get itfree for me?”I felt his strong male hands — only a boy? beginningto be a man — brush against my shoulder and the backof my neck while he got the zipper free. When itfinally came loose he went ahead and pulled bursa escort bayan it all theway down — I didn’t have to ask and I’m afraid I knewI would not have the nerve — and he could see my backand my bra strap and the top of my panties, since itzipped down just to the top of my butt. They say thesmall of a woman’s back is her sexiest erogenous zone,and I’ve never believed that’s true but I was hoping itwas, because it was all I was showing him. I pulled down the dress a little, exposing my shoulders.I sighed gratefully and thanked him and complimentedhim on his strong hands, which is hooey of course butit’s what boys like to hear. I couldn’t see his face,with my back turned, so I turned around, clutching thedress to myself so that I was actually showing less ofmy cleavage than before but in what I think was a verysexy way. I smiled and looked into his eyes and helooked a bit dazed but he looked back steadily into myeyes for one long glorious moment.”You’re welcome,” is all he said.”I’ll be right back,” I told him and made my exit,swaying my hips as I walked away, knowing that he waslooking at me, looking at my round ass and my swayinghips and my chestnut hair. And getting hard again, Ihoped. I can be a tease when I want to. I went back to my room and almost turned down the bedbefore stopping myself. I hadn’t gotten anywhere yet,I had only given him a little show, and I hadn’tchecked his reaction. Except for that one look he hadgiven me which said that he saw a woman, not a teacher,when he looked at me, and he was brave enough to wantme to see a man when I looked at him.I changed into shorts and a no-bra bra and a clingysport shirt at least one size too small for my chest.It was nice and tight, and you could sure as hell seemy nipples, even when they weren’t hard.I looked at myself in the mirror. I did look like aschoolboy’s fantasy — lush rounded curves, a pert noseand a pretty face. This is a virgin boy, I told myself.He wants me, I want him, all I have to do is make iteasy. I walked back into the kitchen and poured myself aglass of milk and as I turned around I tripped andspilled it all over him.Yes, it was deliberate. But it all felt so natural itseemed like an accident, even to me. “Omigod, I’m sorry!” I covered my mouth with my handsin mock horror. “Don’t move, I’ll clean you up.”I stalled around the kitchen pretending to hunt forthe paper towels while I let the milk soak in, thenfound them and tried to wipe him off.”This is going to stain I’m afraid. Unless they’rewashed right away. Why don’t you step into the bathroomand take them off and I’ll throw them into the washingmachine real fast. It won’t take any time at all.””I really need to get home,” he said haltingly.”I can’t send you home like this, your mother wouldkill you. Let me fix you up and you can call home andexplain that you’re going to be a little late.””They don’t really care if I’m on time for dinner ornot. I usually stop at a friend’s after school.””Good. Just go in there,” as I led him to the bathroom,”and take off your shirt and pants and pass themthrough the door to me. I’ll find you a robe or some-thing to wear.”He complied and a minute later the door opened a crackand he shyly thrust his clothes through. “Did your underwear get a little wet too? Better giveit to me.””It’s okay,” he muttered.”I’m a grown woman and I’ve seen boys’ underwear before.You can give it to me, I won’t blush.” (heh heh)He reluctantly complied. Except for his socks he wasnaked behind the door — I had a nude boy in my bath-room. Now what? Well, I had to wash the clothes, that wasclear, and that kept me busy for 5 minutes while Istarted the presoak and got out the laundry powder.Then I went back to the bedroom and found him somethingto wear.I found him a pair of men’s pajama bottoms. I found thetop, too, but he didn’t really need that, now did he?”Here, wear this. I can’t find the shirt, but see ifthat fits.””Okay, it fits.””Let’s have some tea while the clothes are washing,then. You don’t need a shirt.”He came out somewhat sheepishly and we went into theliving room and I made him sit down on the couch and Iwent off to start the tea, then came back and sat downright next to him. Exactly the sort of maneuver ahundred boys had tried with me — he was trapped be-tween me and the arm of the sofa.”So, tell me about yourself, Bobby. What are yourinterests, hobbies?””Oh, I don’t really have any hobbies.” It was likepulling teeth to get him to talk, all bare-chested ashe was. “You know, I think you’re the best teacher in theschool. I’ve really enjoyed being in your class thissemester.””Why, thank you, Bobby. And may I say that I’ve enjoyedhaving you as a student.””I’m not the best student, I know.””The best student isn’t the one who gets the highesttest scores. It’s the student who gets the most out ofthe class.””I get a lot out of your class. I look forward to it,every day. I’d come even if I didn’t have to.””I know you would.” (At least, I knew he’d come forthe pleasure of ogling me.) “I know that the reasonyou’ve been late with your assignments is that you’rereluctant to hand them in until you’re sure you’ve donea good job.””I don’t want to disappoint you.” (Oh Bobby, I don’twant you to disappoint me either! I thought.)”You don’t. You are a very promising young man, Bobby.I have great hopes for you. Do you know what you wantto be when you grow up?” (Boy, there’s a question I’venever asked a date before.)”I don’t really know. I think about a lot of differentthings, you know? But it’s hard to settle on just one.I think what my Dad does is interesting. He’s a compu-ter software engineer.” He bit his lower lip awkwardlyand lifted his gaze from my chest to look me in theface for a few seconds.”You’re a nice strong boy, Bobby. Look at thosemuscles.” I gave him a playful squeeze on the bicep,trying not to be too obvious. “Do you go out for anysports?””I play a little baseball after school but I’m not onthe team.”I hadn’t given him any underwear and I could see theoutline of his penis more clearly through the thincloth of the pajamas than I ever had before. He lookedabout half hard, and I could even see that he appearedto be circumcised. And it looked just as thick as thedick he had in my dreams. A man-sized tool. We chatted inconsequentially for a while and I let mythigh touch his and patted his arm. I had to get up tostart the washing machine and come back, and when Ibrought in our tea. He had shifted his position sothat I couldn’t see the outline of his penis anymore.On purpose, out of embarrassment? “I’ll try not to spill anything this time,” I said.We made more small talk with me doing about 90% of thetalking and drank a little of the tea, and I found outthat he was pretty good in math, and he liked movies(Star Wars, of course, and that sort of thing) and hadonce collected bugs, although he had lost interest inthat lately. And he kept sneaking little peeks at mylegs (which I crossed and uncrossed for his benefit)and tits.I did not have any doubt that he would say yes to any-thing I suggested, if I could avoid scaring the hellout of him in suggesting it. “You know, I get a bit of a backache sometimes,”(actually I do, from hauling these heavy tits around)”after working all day. Would you be willing to rub myback for me?”A classic and embarrassingly obvious gambit, but nottoo obvious for junior high school.”Um, I don’t know how.””Oh — ” (I had been planning to take this somewhereelse but when he said that it gave me an idea) ” –I’ll teach you. I’ll give you a backrub to show youhow it’s done. Turn around.”And I proceeded to go to work on his bare back andshoulders. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s behind,and his muscles showed early promise of the masculinepower of a grown man. He really should go out forsports, I thought, and develop this body of his. “Do you like that?””It feels good.””It gets better. Can you lie down? — No, not on thesofa, you’re too tall…how about the floor…I know,let’s go in next room –“– I led him into my bedroom –” — and you can just stretch out flat on the bed. Takeyour shoes off first though.”Fortunately his feet didn’t smell. Much.He stretched out as I bid him and I started poundinghis back with a gusto that made him yelp with surprise,but then he got into it and so did I. Here we were inmy bed, neither of us wearing very much, an attractivewoman (so I flatter myself) trying to deflower a naive(but well-hung) youth…”Roll over,” I said.This was really just to check the state of his cock.It was visible under the pajamas again but still onlyhalf hard, if I could judge. I started massaging hischest, which his utter lack of chest hair (except fora few stray strands around his nipples) made feasible.I brushed his nipples lightly while doing this, as hegazed up into my chest, and I noted with satisfactionthat the second time I brushed against them they seemedto have hardened a bit.My own nipples answered in kind and he was looking atthem. I straddled one of his legs with mine as I con-tinued to poke and rub his chest and shoulder musclesand I brought my knee up to where it was just touchinghis balls.As I continued to massage him I moved my hands lowerand lower over his abdomen, toward his pelvis, explain-ing the theory of massage and flattering him on hisreally fine build, and I felt the stirrings of hispenis against my thigh.I swept my hand lower and then I felt his penis jerkagainst my leg. I began giving him luxurious strokeswith the flat of my hand, up and down his torso. Iwiggled my fanny just a little on his leg as I strad-dled it.I was feeling rather warm myself. I couldn’t tell if Iwas lubricating or not. I felt his warmth against mylegs, and I shifted back on the bed away from him so Icould see his cock.It was hard. It was big, and rock-hard, straining visi-bly at the fabric of the pajama bottom, and he was red-faced and breathing hard. I was tempted to just reachout and grab it. I wanted to feel that big dick insideme.”Does that feel nice?” I said.”Uh-huh.” He could barely speak — his tongue seemedto be larger than his mouth.”Now you do me. Sit up and I’ll lie down.”And as he sat up I turned away from him slightly — notall the way — and peeled off the shirt, so that hecould get a good glimpse of the side of my cups. I laydown and started to unsnap my bra, but I was in anawkward position, so — “Would you unhook my bra strap for me please?”He fumbled with it as eagerly as any teenage boy inthe backseat of a car. Eventually he got it loose (themysteries of bra hooks escort bursa have never been completely clearto the male sex) and I wondered whether he was goingto read the label on the strap and notice that I was a36D, possibly confirming a guess he might have madeearlier. He got up and moved around to get in a betterposition, and fell out of the pajama bottom.Or rather, his dick fell out. Right through the slotin the pajama bottoms men use to pee through, I guess,and there it was sticking out right at me.I rolled over on my side, clutching my bra to me, andlooked right at it. He turned red.”Oops!” I giggled. “You sort of fell out there. Butthat’s okay.” I smiled and watched as he seemed to behaving a great deal of difficulty stuffing it back inhis pants.”Really, Robert, don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind.I’ve seen naked men before. That’s a very well-develop-ed penis you have,” I said. “You don’t mind if I sayso, do you? It’s a real man’s penis.””You know,” I said, “I’ve heard that you have thebiggest penis in the seventh grade” (this was a slightexaggeration) “and I can see for myself that you pro-bably do. You are a very lucky young man, to be so well-hung, to be so well-built and good-looking. Youare going to make many girls very happy.”He looked like he was in shock but he blushed when Ipraised his dick.”Is that really true? About me having the biggest one,I mean?””So I heard. And I believe it. I bet I can barely getmy hand around it, it’s so fat.” I tried to put my handaround it and in fact I couldn’t get my fingers all theway around the thick part. His big warm tool throbbedin my hand and I felt wetness running down the insideof my thighs.Oh, Bobby… I thought. I pulled down his pajama pants to get a better look athim. He didn’t resist. I cupped his balls in one handand held his heavy dick in the other, turning it to geta good look. It was long, thick, and well-shaped. Itwas a brownish pink, very hard, and the skin wasstretched very tight. It was as taut as a balloon,looking as if it inflated anymore it would burst. It was about eight inches long, I estimated. Later onwhen I had a chance to measure it I found that my guesswas correct. It was over seven inches in circumference,around the thickest part, just below the head. The skinlooked like it was painted on. It felt like a big hardmuscle, when a man lets you feel his bicep.His abdomen was almost hairless except for a spray ofbark hairs around the base of his cock and lightlycovering his balls. Hanging on his slender body, as it did, the effect ofa big dick on a small frame was all the more impressive.I admired it. (The next day I found a cucumber almost exactly thesame size and handed it to Cathy over lunch. “I’d liketo have a cucumber like that in my vegetable bin,” shesaid.)”My, you’ve really got a big one, Bobby,” I said,inspecting it through my glasses. “Thank you,” was all he could say.”Bobby, since you’ve let me look at you, would you liketo look at me? I’ll show you mine, since you’ve shownme yours. Would you like that?”He made a barely perceptible nod. He seemed to betwitching. His penis was standing up at a 45 degreeangle, and seemed to be swelling to the bursting point.I took off my glasses, and then I sat back and removedmy bra. I took it off and let my big chest melons hangdown. I arched my back a little for the effect.Bobby’s eyes widened. “Oh, Miss Wanshel,” he almost whispered. “They’re sobeautiful. Can I touch them?””Call me Jenny, Bobby. You can touch them all youwant.”He put his trembling hands on my big tits and began toexplore. He stroked me gently, and touched my nipples,which were as hard as his dick. I could tell he lovedmy knockers. He hefted them in his hands to feel theweight, and slid his fingers into the deep crevice ofmy cleavage, and brushed and petted them lightly.I moved forward and brought my breasts right into hisface. “Would you like to suck them, Bobby?”His head came down and his lips encircled one of myengorged nipples and began to suck. It felt wonderful.I held his penis in my hand, gently pulling it backand forth, and as he buried his face deeper into mytits he gave a sort of strangled gasp and I felt hotjism spurt all over my side and on my hand as he came.And this was after about 30 seconds of foreplay. Itwas not a promising start. I was a bit concerned, butnot surprised. Now I was going to get to find out ifhe could get hard again and come 5 times, like RayAnthony.I got rid of most of the sperm as best I could, ruiningmy best coverlet in the process, and before he couldthink twice my head dove between his legs and I had mymouth on his organ. I wanted to talk to him and tellhim it was okay that he came and he was going to comeplenty more before we were through, but I couldn’t talkwith his fat dick in my mouth. I was sucking him gentlybut firmly, patiently, and stroking his thighs and histaut buttocks with my hands, and licking his dick withmy tongue as it shrank in my mouth. He didn’t say any-thing, he lay back, and after a while he started get-ting big again. When his hose started going down my throat and I start-ed to gag I surfaced and took his head in my hands andkissed him, long and deep, sticking my tongue in andexploring his mouth. I placed his hands on my breastsand let him feel them. He squeezed them like fruit atthe supermarket but I was so on fire by then I didn’tcare. It felt good. And when I reached back after awhile to see how things were going with his cock it wasonce again at full stand. “Now Bobby, we are going to do something different. Getup and let me lie down,” and I lay down on the bed andspread my legs open wide, exposing my dripping wetpussy, and pulled him to me. “All you have to do,” I said, “is put this nice bigthing of yours right inside this little slit of mine,right –” there. I felt the touch of his cockheadagainst my clit, and it was like a shock of electricitycoursing through my body from my vagina. My pussythrobbed. I rubbed his cockhead up and down along myslick wet slit and at last I felt the head start to goin.”Now push a little, Bobby. Push it in.” He was pantinghard and had his eyes shut tight and I felt the knobpop into my vestibule, and I said:”Pull it out now, and put it back in. In and out, likethat.” He complied, and I felt his dickhead rubbing inand out of the end of my vagina, past the little ringof tight muscles at the open end, and it felt so goodwhen his thick hard cock finally started to slide indeeper that I gasped out loud. Oh, god, yes, ogodogod.I hadn’t been laid for months and it felt really good.His big muscle was sliding in and out of me, a littledeeper each time, and I moaned “Oh fuck me Bobby, fuckme!” And he just said “Oh, Miss Wanshel.” We didn’t talk much, we were both panting and breathinghard. I felt him going in deeper and finally he was inup to the hilt. I felt nice and full, just as I had inmy dreams. He looked happy. He felt happy. I could feelevery inch of his meat up the length of my cunt.”Now pull almost all the way out, Bobby, until only thetip is inside. Then go all the way back in.” He strokedup and down, clumsily. He gave me another stroke andanother and then got the hang of it and began to poundme like a man, hammering at my pussy like a stud whileI wrapped my arms around him and arched my back andwhimpered. My hot wet pussy rose to meet him on eachthrust. It was good hot fucking. He was puffing like alocomotive and sweat was rolling down his sides. Sweatwas rolling down me and mingling with the pussy juicesthat were making a big wet spot in the bed, and then hecame, just as I was starting to get there. He shot offinside me (had I stopped to think about birth control?Oh my god!) and I felt his big organ pulsing inside meand I kissed my boy lover and he kissed me as the jetsof hot sperm filled my womb.I hadn’t really expected that this was going to happen.I had thought that if anything did happen there wouldbe plenty of time to go to the bathroom and stick inthe diaphragm. In the heat of the moment I lost trackof what I should have been doing. Fortunately I did notget pregnant and I’ve been more careful since.”Oh, Bobby,” I told him when our lips parted. “That wasreally good. You fuck like a grown man. Have you everdone this before?””No, Miss Wanshel. That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt in my life.””This was your first time? Oh, Bobby, I’m so happy foryou, and for me too. I’m glad I was your first.”And similar expressions. Making gooey post-coital lovetalk with a 13 year old k** isn’t easy. I hadn’t come,he hadn’t lasted long enough, and I needed to comereally badly.We lay in bed for a while like that, and I stroked himand filled in some of the gaps in his knowledge of thebirds and the bees. I made him promise that nobody,nobody at all, would ever learn of this from his lips.I taught him how to lick my nipples the way I like, andhow to touch my clitoris, and eventually his dickstarted getting hard for the third time.This time I had him lie on his back, and I lowered my-self onto his big pussy-pleaser. I went to work ridinghim up and down until it began to feel really, reallynice down there, and we traded places and he got on topof me and started fucking me deep and hard. I wrappedmy legs around him so he could get maximum penetration,and he pounded me like a bull for 10 minutes withoutstopping. I gasped hard as I felt my orgasm coming on.I came like crazy, moaning and bucking and clutchinghim hard, and he kept fucking me. I came again. I wasriding a plateau that felt really wonderful and and hekept pounding and I never wanted it to stop. Finally itdid, as he came inside me with another big wet gush andand collapsed on my bosom, panting. I was dazed. I hadn’t felt that way, screwing in bed,for a long time. Not since the first time a big-dickedman made me come really hard when I was a girl.A half-hour later we did it again, doggie-style, andhe lasted even longer. It was quite good, and I had tobite the pillow to keep from crying out loud when Icame. I told Bobby that he was a stud and that I wasplanning to keep him. (And, reader, I did.)That was in May, and that’s the way things stand today.He’s made progress since then and doesn’t come in myhand after thirty seconds. We don’t talk about much, wedon’t have any common interests, and I’m almost oldenough to be his mother (more than old enough, Cathysnorts). He comes over once a week, fucks my brainsout, and complains that I don’t let him come over everynight. I have had by actual count 132 orgasms since westarted screwing; on one memorable occasion eight timesin one night (a new all-time record for me). I loanedhim my Jimi Hendrix boxed set, which he has yet toreturn. Sometimes we turn on the TV and watch StarTrek between fucks. I think I’m in love.