Tommy Has a Babysitter 
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"Mother, I'm much too old for a babysitter." That was certainly true. Thomas
Jackson was 18 years old, a senior in high school. He couldn't even remember
the last time he had a babysitter.

"Apparently you're not."

"Mother, I said I was sorry. I said it wouldn't happen again."

Tom's parents had left him home alone last week, only to return to find that
he had hosted a rather loud, rambunctious party. The house was a complete
mess. There were empty, half-full, and spilled cola cans strewn everywhere.
Two neighbors had complained about the noise. There were even cigarette burns
on the couch and he knew he wasn't even suppose to smoke, let alone smoke in
the house, let alone allow a burning cigarette to fall onto the couch. He had
denied that he had been doing the smoking, but that hardly mattered. He was
obviously not demonstrating any maturity or sound judgment in allowing one of
his friends to drop a lit cigarette onto the couch. Goodness, the whole house
could have burned down! No, they were very, very upset, and that was putting
it mildly. To express their frustration, their disappointment, they were going
to teach him a lesson. If he was unable to act like an adult when they were
away from home, then he would not be treated like an adult.

"I've asked Miss Landers to come over and sit for you."

"Miss Landers?!" Miss Landers was a neighbor of theirs, one of the neighbors
who had complained about the noise. That was partly why Mrs. Jackson asked her
to do the sitting. But, there was also one other important reason for asking
her in particular. She was a bit more than just a neighbor. She had been Tom's
sixth grade teacher. What better person to convey the message that you're
still acting like a little boy than having one of your elementary school
teachers baby sit you. She was really a very good choice for this lesson in
growth and maturity.

"Now don't act all upset and everything. You know how much you like her." Mrs.
Jackson looked down knowingly at her glaring son. He wasn't a very tall young
man. His mother was actually a good two inches taller. She said, "As I recall,
you had quite the crush on her when you were a little boy."

Tom's face reddened at the reminder, a reminder his mother never seemed to
fail to enjoy. It was though quite true. He had a big crush on her when he was
in the sixth grade, and it didn't help squelch his young passion that she was
also a neighbor. When he was a boy he would often visit her at her home and
offer to run errands, help with her gardening, feed her puppy when she was out
of town, or just about anything else she wanted.

Miss Landers was not troubled or offended by the puppy love. It was not
unusual for young boys to develop a crush on her. She was a very pretty lady
with long wavy brown hair, large, round hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle
behind her spectacles, and rosy red cheeks with quite pleasant dimples that
would always appear when she smiled, which she did quite a bit. She was
everyone's favorite. And, it probably did help as well that she had very
shapely legs, a perky bottom that was so nicely and so often displayed by her
tight skirts, and really quite prominent, full breasts, which she would try to
hide behind suit jackets, but once the classroom became warm, off the jacket
would come, much to the boys' delight.

She would just be patient with the young boys' crushes. They would eventually
grow out of them, particularly when they graduated up to the sixth grade and
she was no longer in their line of vision. Tommy's though had lasted much
longer than most, probably because he could see her so often outside of class.

"Mother, this is really, really embarrassing."

"Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to have your
friends over to burn down the house when we left you alone."

"They didn't burn the house down."

"Are you getting smart with me, young man?"

"No, mother."

"If you like, we can have Miss Landers come over every time you're here by
yourself."

"That's not necessary."

"Well, we'll just see. If Miss Landers reports that you were a good little
boy, that you behaved yourself and minded her, then perhaps we can trust that
you will act your age and behave maturely and responsibly the next time we
have to leave you home alone. Now, get upstairs and into your pj's as she will
arrive any second now."

"Pajamas? I have to put on pajamas?" He stopped wearing pajamas a couple of
years ago. He considered them to be immature and childish. And, besides, even
when he did wear them, he wouldn't wear them in front of his parents or their
guests.

"Yes, yes you do. It will be bedtime soon and I want you to be ready. Miss
Landers was very nice to come over on such short notice. You could at least
demonstrate some consideration for her by being prepared for bed. Now, get
yourself upstairs and change into your pj's right now or you will know it
tomorrow!"

"Ah mom!" However, the expression on her face, as well as the arrival of his
father, spoke quite loudly and clearly. He really had little choice. He was
eighteen but he was still in high school and still lived at home. As his
father would say, "When you are under my roof, you play by my rules!" He
turned around and dragged his feet down the hall and up the stairs to his
bedroom. This was so unfair, and so infantalizing. His friends would never
believe it. Actually, he didn't think he would even want to tell his friends.
They would probably think it was rather funny and may never let him live it
down.

He at least chose pajamas that were the most adult. They were solid black. As
he looked at himself in the mirror, he wondered if it would be as bad as he
thought. They didn't look so bad. Hugh Hefner always wore pajamas, and
typically ones just like these. Nobody questioned his masculinity. Of course,
his were probably silk rather than cotton. But, still, these didn't look too
bad.

"Tommy! Hurry up!" His mother called from the front hallway. "Your sitter is
here and we have to go. C'mon down and say hello."

With a deep sigh he trudged to the stairs and pattered down the steps in his
socks. He felt so childish.

And, he felt much worse when he saw her. Just the sight of her made him feel
like he was back in the sixth grade.

Miss Landers bent over when she greeted him, her hands on her knees. Tom had
been one of the littlest boys in her class, and he was still rather short for
a guy. She smiled sweetly at him, her dimples appearing. "Hello Tommy. I'm
going to sit for you tonight. Won't that be nice?"

A part of this might not in fact be so bad though, as Miss Landers was not
wearing one of her business suits. She was in fact wearing a rather tight pink
summer dress with open shoulders and very thin straps that hardly seemed to
have the strength to hold up a dress, not that her dress was much to hold up.
It hung quite low on her breasts, providing rather nice cleavage, more than he
had ever seen before, and quite a bit more as she bent over to greet him. His
eyes opened up wide as the tops of her breasts appeared to almost spill out of
her dress.

"I love your pj's. Just like James Bond. I think he wore pj's like that in one
of his movies. Were you trying to pretend like you were James Bond?"

He stared blankly at her. He said flatly, "No. No. I wasn't." Trying to look
like James Bond in your pj's was tremendously childish. He considered
explaining that they were like the ones that Hugh Hefner wore, but that could
in fact just make matters worse.

"Well, I think you look very handsome in them."

He didn't respond.

"Tommy," his mother said. "What do you say to Miss Landers?"

No, maybe this wouldn't be much fun at all. How much fun could it be to be
treated like you were twelve years old again? He obediently replied, "Thank
you, Miss Landers."

She smiled at him, bent over once again, and extended her hand.

He smiled awkwardly back, his eyes going to the cleavage as they politely
shook hands, the tops of her breasts jiggling even with this little bit of
movement.

Memories of his childhood flooded back: memories of admiring those luscious
breasts that at times seemed to want to burst through her tight blouses,
ripping out the buttons that were straining to be undone. He and his friends
would at times make bets on whether one of the buttons would indeed slip its
grip. None of them ever did, but a few times it seemed to get awfully close.
When she hung over your shoulder to help you with a problem, it was maddening.
His smile now felt a bit more sincere.

"Well, I'm so glad you're feeling better about this, Tommy," his mother said.
She turned to Miss Landers as Mr. Jackson helped her put on her coat. "He got
all upset when I told him to put on his pj's but I actually think he likes
showing them off for you."

"Mother!" Tom exclaimed. It would be so nice to get the conversation off of
his pajamas.

His mother leaned toward Miss Landers and in a stage whisper said, "He calls
them his 'Hugh Hefner' pj's." They both had a giggle over that.

"Mother, please."

His mother, though, simply ignored him. "You know, he had quite the crush on
you when he was a little boy."

Tom's face flushed red.

"Well, he does look very cute in them." Miss Landers turned to him. "I imagine
they're very comfy."

His smile had long disappeared.

"Well, just see that he is in bed by ten o'clock, and," she turned to Tommy,
"no cookies in bed."

Tom rolled his eyes. It was like he was in some sort of twilight zone, where
time had been reversed. Mr. Edwards, his fifth grade teacher, had at one time
threatened to send him back to the third grade if he continued to misbehave.
He later realized that he must have been only bluffing, but at the time he
thought Mr. Edwards meant it and he acted much, much better after that, at
least for a few weeks. Imagine having to go back two grades and start over?
That was frightening. Well, he seems to now be going back six grades.

And, it got even worse as his parents were heading out the door. His mother
suddenly looked back and said. "You know, actually, Miss Landers, why don't
you have Tommy take a bath. I think he's having a bit of a body odor problem.
You know, budding puberty and all."

"My gosh mother!" Tom protested. This was really going much, much too far. He
didn't need a bath, at least he didn't think he did. More to the point, he
didn't take baths anymore. He took showers.

"Yes, Mrs. Jackson, I will be sure that he gets a very thorough cleaning."

"Yes, yes, please do. Make sure that he washes behind his ears and under his
fingernails. Don't let him get away with just a superficial wash. He needs a
good scrubbing."

"Mother, really."

"You know what I am talking about, young man. Now, we have to go. You do
everything she says, Tommy. When I return, I want to hear from Miss Landers
that you were a good little boy." She turned to Miss Landers for the final
word. "If he disobeys you in any way, you let me know and he will get a good
spanking!"

He so wished that she would just leave. Once she left it would probably be
fine. Just please leave.

When his mother did depart, Miss Landers turned to Tom, took his hand, and led
him down the hall to the bathroom. "Well, very good, Tommy, let's go have your
bath. Where is it?"

"At the end of the hall," he reluctantly replied. Tom dragged along behind
her, feeling very frustrated and annoyed at the thought that he would have to
take a bath. It also didn't help that she led him along by the hand, just like
one would do for a recalcitrant little boy. There really was no need for a
bath, and he certainly didn't care for his mother's suggestion that he
smelled. He knew though he would check once he got into the privacy of the
bathroom. Did he really smell?

Being dragged along behind Miss Landers did provide the opportunity to admire
her behind, which swayed nicely in her short summer dress. The skirt was
really quite short. It didn't extend much beyond her bottom, which was as
perky as it had ever been. He could even see the top of her thigh-high nylons,
which made little swishing noises as her thighs rubbed back and forth,
accompanied by the clicking of her high heels along the wood floor of the
hallway. He briefly harbored the fantasy of her joining him in the bath. It
was a rather nice fantasy, and she was helping him to ponder such a fantasy by
taking him by the hand to the bathroom. He wondered if he should, if he might,
even suggest it? No, that was a purely crazy thought. But, still, he was
eighteen now. It wasn't like inappropriate, was it? And, she did say, 'Let's
go have your bath.' He could suggest that he just misunderstood what she said.
No, no, no! He had to stop this thinking as his dick was now swelling within
his boxers. He would not particularly like his pj's to be sticking out by the
time they reached the bathroom, and the fantasy was certainly quite absurd.

But, it didn't help that she led him right into the bathroom. He assumed that
she would just drop him off at the door. Instead, she walked in with him.

She did let go of his hand as soon as they entered the bathroom, but she did
so in order to run the bath water. He didn't really like her doing that. He
could do that himself. Even when he was still taking baths, there came a point
when he ran his own water. He couldn't recall for sure whether he did run his
own bath in the sixth grade. He must have, as he was indeed beginning puberty
back then. In any case, it only added to the feeling that he was being treated
like a little boy. But, that was obviously their intention, his mother and
Miss Landers. They were going to make their point by treating him as if he was
in fact just a little boy.

Still, though, her running the bath did give him an opportunity to freely
admire the sight of her bottom sticking up as she bent over the tub. Her skirt
was rising up quite high on her thighs, well past the tops of her nylons and
almost high enough to get to her panties. He considered dropping down onto his
knees to peek up her skirt. He and his friends had done that a few times in
her class, and this was much better than what they had been offered back then.
Plus, her breasts were now hanging down, even swinging a bit in her loose
dress as she worked at the hot and cold faucets, trying to get them just
right. He adjusted his penis within his boxers as her attention was focused on
getting the water at the right temperature.

"Tommy," she said, still concentrating on the faucets.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

"Why don't you get out of those pj's while I get the water ready."

He was swept away by a rush of anxiety, even panic. "What?"

She turned back to him, smile sweetly as she continued to monitor the water
with her left hand as she spoke to him. "Get out of your pj's, silly" she
repeated, not acknowledging or even seeming to be aware that the suggestion
was so inappropriate, so wrong, so provocative. "You don't want to take a bath
in your pajamas, do you?" She turned her attention back to the water rushing
out of the faucet and laughed at the silliness of him bathing in his pj's.

Tom now asserted his age. "Miss Landers, I just don't think that's right."

She again looked back at him. "But, what's wrong, Tommy?"

"I mean, um, well, you shouldn't be seeing me naked, you know."

She smiled reassuringly, like a mother to a young boy. "Oh Tommy, I've babysat
boys quite a number of times, along with being a teacher, and I've seen lots
of little boys' pee-pees. Now, don't you be embarrassed about that at all."

"But, ma'am. I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm a young man."

"Oh pish posh. And, besides, your mother told me to be sure that you got good
and clean. I don't see how I can do that if I'm not even here."

She was going to watch him bathe? This was going from bad to worse. Although,
perhaps his fantasy would actually come true? "Are you going to bathe with
me?"

She laughed loudly at that suggestion, her breasts jiggling with her
amusement. "You are the little scamp, aren't you! Don't be silly, Tommy. That
would be most inappropriate indeed, don't you think? Do you think a teacher
really should take a bath with one of her students?" She looked back at him.
"Did you used to think about having a bath with me when you were in my class?"

His face reddened. That wasn't actually one of the fantasies he used to have.
But, it wasn't perhaps too far off from many of them he did have, and any
reference to those fantasies was now terribly embarrassing. "No, no, no I
didn't, not at all."

"No, of course not," she replied. "You're a good little boy, aren't you." She
had gotten the water at the temperature she wanted and so turned her full
attention to him, sitting on the edge of the tub, her hands clasped demurely
in her lap, her breasts presented so prominently before her, her skirt riding
up high on her thighs, the top of her nylons so clearly displayed beneath her
clasped hands. "You do want me to tell your mother that you were a good little
boy, don't you?"

He surely did want that. He wouldn't want to go through this again. "Yes,
ma'am."

"And she told you to do everything I said."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright then, let's get out of those pj's and into the water. The tub is just
about filled and I think you'll really like it. It's nice and hot."

Well, one consolation was that the discussion and anxiety had curtailed his
budding erection. Imagine if he still had that?

He turned his back to Miss Landers, unbuttoned and removed his pj top, and
then pulled down the bottoms and boxers.

Miss Landers smiled at the sight of the boy's cute little rump. She did not
find a guy's butt particularly appealing. Tommy's though was really rather
cute, perhaps because he was a rather short, little guy. Plus, when he bent
full over his testicles came into view. She suppressed a giggle. They were a
bit small.

Tom stepped out of his pajama bottoms and into the tub, left foot first. He
would normally put in his right foot first, but this way he could keep his
back to his teacher. He really didn't want to show her his stuff. He wouldn't
want her to see him when he was all limp and curled up. It was not
particularly impressive then. But, then again, he would be even more
embarrassed if he showed her an erection. She would naturally consider him to
be a pervert, and might even be shocked and appalled. What if she told his
mother about it? And, she probably would. Imagine having your babysitter, or
your teacher, tell your mother that you got uncontrollable erections. It was
clear, either way he lost.

The water was a bit too hot for him and he just stood there for awhile,
waiting for his feet and ankles to acclimate.

"Now hurry up, Tommy. You have to go to bed soon and surely you want to be
able to watch at least one TV show." She added as she patted him on the
bottom, "You just get that cute little fanny of yours down into the water!" It
was so darling to pat, so soft and jiggly.

Tom quickly sat down, not particularly enjoying the patting on his bare butt,
but he paused just as his nuts hit the hot water. Did she make it so hot on
purpose? He grimaced and then let his weight bring him all the way in.

"Good boy, Tommy! Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No, ma'am," he glumly replied. Boy, imagine if his friends could see him now.
They would laugh so hard. He would never get over it.

Do you have a rubber ducky or boat you like to play with?"

My gosh! How old does she think I am? "No, no, ma'am. I don't wash with
anything. I mean, I don't play with anything."

"Well, if you're sure."

"I'm sure, really, honest."

"Well, I guess then maybe you are a big boy now."

"Yes, ma'am," he softly replied, not feeling particularly like a big boy.

Miss Landers then soaked one of the wash cloths in the bath water and squeezed
it over his head a few times, getting his hair thoroughly soaked. She picked
up the shampoo that was sitting by the tub, filled the palm of her hand, and
proceeded to wash it into his hair.

"Miss Landers, Miss Landers," he protested, "I can wash myself! I always wash
myself."

"No, no, dear, I need to do this. Now, keep your eyes closed. They'll sting if
any of this shampoo gets into your eyes. We really should be using baby-safe
shampoo. I'll bring some baby-safe shampoo the next time."

There was no way there was going to be a next time, no way at all.

She thoroughly washed his hair and said. "Okay now, get onto your knees, bend
over, and rinse your hair out in the tub. Be sure to keep your eyes closed."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his eyes indeed stinging from the shampoo that had
soaked through his tightly clenched eyes.

It was kind of good to have his eyes closed, as the less he saw of her the
less he was reminded that he was naked before her. However, when he got into
position he realized that he would be poking his naked bottom up in the air.

And, it was indeed a very cute sight. His bottom was even sweeter now, all
glistening and shiny when wet. When his face was underwater she placed her
hand on his bottom and openly stroked and fondled the soft, smooth curves.

His almost opened up his eyes at the shock of her touch. He did though work as
fast as he could to rinse out his hair, springing back up to get his bottom
back under the water and away from her hand.

But, she was not done. She proceeded to wash every inch of him. Like, every
inch: his hands, his ears, behind his ears, his feet, under his arms. She made
certain to get under his fingernails, just as his mother had insisted. Much of
this was quite boring, albeit very demeaning. What boy would like to have his
teacher wash under his arms? Not too many. But, it even got worse.

"Okay, Tommy, now stand up and turn around."

He figured she was going to wash his legs, although probably his fanny as
well. He did as she instructed.

"Bend over, and let me clean your bottom."

What? "I don't think you need to clean me there," he protested.

"Tommy, is your bottom part of your body?"

"Well, yea, sure."

"And do dirty things come out of your bottom?"

He flushed with embarrassment, and didn't respond.

"I imagine that you even have brownie stripes in your briefs. Do you want me
to check? I will be happy to check them. Does your mummy check them for you?
If they're clean, then I won't need to clean you there."

He really didn't want her to check his briefs. Frankly, he didn't think she
would find much, but he certainly didn't covet the thought of having her go
through his underwear to check for brownie stripes even if none were found.
And, if she found anything at all (which she probably would, at least a bit)
it would be terribly, terribly embarrassing and he would still have to be
washed back there. "No, no, that's fine."

"Okay then. Here, actually, get down on your knees and stick your bottom up
for me."

This was so degrading. Could it really be any worse than this?

"Now, spread open your cheeks for me, Tommy. I need to get in there real
good."

Well, apparently it could get worse. He looked back at her, looking so
pathetic, pleading for her consideration. "Mother has never cleaned me back
there, really. It's just not necessary."

"Oh I'm sure she did, Tommy, when you were younger. You just don't remember.
Now, come on dear, and open it up for me like a good little boy."

"Really, Miss Landers, I just don't feel it's needed."

She rested her hand on his bottom and gave him a stern expression as she
lightly patted his butt. "I suppose we could use an enema instead. Would you
like that?"

Tom's heart was racing. "No, no, ma'am." He really, really didn't want that.
He had never had one before but he was very confident that he would not enjoy
it.

"But, even then I would still have to tell your mother how resistant you were
and I don't think you would like to have that spanking. I suspect that she
would even spank you while you're getting a second enema."

He looked away and reached back. He really couldn't believe he was doing this,
spreading his cheeks open for Miss Landers, letting her see his most personal
spot on his body, a part he had not even ever seen himself.

Miss Landers smiled broadly at the boy's humiliation, and at the sight of his
little brown star. Again, she did not find a man's hairy asshole to be
particularly appealing, and certainly not attractive, but this more innocent
rose bud was actually really quite cute, and it didn't have any hair at all.

She first just rubbed the soap up and down and around and around his anus,
getting it all clean and soapy.

That actually didn't feel too bad to Tom. In fact, it felt kind of nice. He
didn't realize how tingly, tickly, and titillating it would feel to have
something slippery and wet massaging his butt hole. He could feel all his
muscles relaxing, including even his sphincter, and he gave himself over to
what was in fact a rather pleasurable experience. He had never imagined Miss
Landers tickling his butt hole when he was younger, but he hadn't then
appreciated what it would be like to have your teacher tickle your anus.

Tom softly moaned in pleasure. He could even feel his dick beginning to swell.
He was now finding this to be intensely erotic, although he imagined that
there was no way he could admit that to anyone. It seemed so dirty, so
naughty, so wrong, yet so nice, so sexy, so arousing.

"Doesn't that feel good Tommy? It always feels nice to get good and clean, to
get a real good scrubbing"

He wasn't sure how it felt. It sure felt odd. Maybe it felt good. But it was
definitely odd.

"There, all clean, like a good little boy. When your mummy gets home, I think
you should show her how clean you are back there."

Man, there was no way he was going to do that. He would go right to sleep as
soon as this was over. There was no way that he would allow that.

She washed off her finger in the tub and said, "Okay, stand back up and let's
do the front side now, and then we'll be done."

He was glad to get the butt cleaning over with. He did not though want to turn
around quite yet as he was rather embarrassed over the growth of his penis. It
was bad enough to have gotten aroused in front of her. It was ten times worse
to have done so in response to her sticking her finger up his butt.

"Oh, that's okay, I can do that myself."

"Oh no, Tommy, that's the most special and important part to wash. Every boy
needs to wash his pee-pee."

Tom's face flushed with embarrassment. "Yea, yea, I know, I know."

"Does your little man wear a hood?"

Tom furrowed his brow and turn his head back to Miss Landers, although keeping
his private parts still turned away, has hand covering them to be doubly sure
they were hidden from view. "Excuse me?" He didn't understand what she meant
by that.

"Does your pee-pee have a coverlet?"

He still didn't understand.

"Foreskin?"

'Jeeeez,' he thought. 'Why didn't she just say that?' "Yea, sure, yes, it
does." He didn't really like that he was not circumcised. He thought it looked
goofy, all that curled skin bunched up at the end. He would sometimes even
pull the foreskin down and off in the bathroom before entering a locker room
so that when he took down his shorts people wouldn't see it. He felt it looked
more manly that way with the foreskin pulled back.

"Well then, it's even doubly important to wash it there every day. Do you know
what happens if you don't wash underneath your coverlet?"

Tom could feel his face getting real warm. "Yes, I know, I know."

"Well that's very good. Perhaps you are a big boy now. Why don't you tell me."

"Excuse me?"

"Tell your teacher what happens if you don't wash under your blankee."

This was really the babysitter from hell. He would have to insist that his
mother never, never, ask her to babysit him again, forgetting for the moment
that he shouldn't even have to go through this again with anyone. In any case,
it was bad enough to admit to the existence of penis cheese, or smegma, but
did he have to actually talk about it to her, his sixth grade teacher, while
being naked in a bathtub?

"Now, don't be shy about it, Tommy. Little boys shouldn't be shy about things
like this, especially with their babysitter."

"It can get dirty underneath."

"Have you ever gotten dirty underneath?"

His face got even warmer, actually hot. "No, no, it's never happened to me."

"Oh Tommy, I don't believe that one second. You're not lying to me, are you.
If I ask your mother if you have ever had penis cheese, what will she say?"

There was no way, no way at all, that he was going to have them talk about
this. They would probably even have him stand right there as they discussed
it, perhaps even have his penis out for a penis cheese inspection. "Yes, yes,
okay, yea, I've had it."

"Now that's much better. You turn around now and let Miss Landers clean the
little man up, all the way from head to toe. We'll give him a good little bath
so he is all fresh and clean, and there will be no nasty penis cheese
gathering under his collar."

The good news is that all this discussion had managed to deflate his swelling.
He was now back to his limp state. The bad news is that he had to turn and
present his little limp penis to the pretty teacher.

He got up and turned to face her and reluctantly withdrew his hands from his
privates, presenting for her eyes, for her inspection, his penis and
testicles. And, with him standing in the tub and her kneeling before it, his
privates were just inches from her eyes.

She smiled broadly. "Oh, he's such a cute little baby, all curled up in his
blankee! He's just sleeping away, probably having wonderful little dreams."
She looked up into his eyes, which were actually looking away. "What does your
little man dream about, Tommy? Does he dream about playing with little girls?"

Tom would normally think that presenting his cock to his pretty teacher, the
engaging, attractive, and voluptuous Miss Landers, would be a dream come true,
particularly if he was presenting himself just inches from her eyes or, more
importantly, her lips. He would assume that he would get rock hard within
seconds. He had in fact imagined such a scenario when he was in her class.
But, he had not imagined that it would be like this. He didn't respond.

"We'll try not to waken him while we give him his bath. It's best, don't you
think, not to disturb him."

He knew what she was referring to, and he just nodded.

"And, besides, you wouldn't want to get a boner in front of your teacher,
would you?"

Why couldn't she just get on with it? Although, if she continued to talk about
it in such an humiliating way, the danger of it happening would certainly be
low.

She thoroughly soaped up her hands and proceeded to wash him. She first did
his testicles, being very heedful and gentle as she worked in the soap; firmly
but sensitively working her fingers all around his tender sack and balls.

Tom closed his eyes, but this time more with nervous excitement than
embarrassment. Her fingers did feel nice. This was now closer to what he had
imagined. It certainly fell far short of what he had fantasied, but it was a
darn good close second. He did not himself play with his balls when he
masturbated. He typically, like all men perhaps, skipped the foreplay and went
right to the meat of the matter: his dick. He hadn't imagined that it would
add much to the experience to fondle, to play with, his testicles, but he now
knew he was clearly wrong. It is amazing what one can learn from your
teachers. They do apparently know quite a lot, and there was much to benefit
from their instruction, their example. He vowed to try this the next time, as
her fingers felt so, so good.

She kept the fingers of her left hand gently cuddling and nestling his nuts
while she shifted her right hand to grasp his penis, now working the slippery
soap into his soft shrunken shaft.

She of course pulled back the foreskin to get the soap underneath, and in fact
kept sliding the foreskin on and off the head of his penis as she washed his
little man. Sliding the foreskin on and off was a good way to clean the head.
It was like the penis had its own built in slippery soft smooth shammy. To
Tom, though, it really wasn't much different than being masturbated. He looked
down, to see his penis in the feminine, gentle hands of Miss Landers, being
held just above her prominently displayed breasts, and from this angle he was
looking right down into that deep luscious cleavage. He could see her breasts
wiggle and jiggle like two large bowls of jello as she slid his foreskin on
and off his cock. He very quickly began to swell. It was really unavoidable.

She looked up at him and smiled sympathetically, "Oh my, I'm afraid I woke up
the little darling."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry," he kept saying. He felt so
embarrassed. Actually, he felt really good, at least physically. Whenever he
had an erection he felt good. It just basically always felt good to have an
erection. But, this time it was coupled with such a strong feeling of
embarrassment. She was absolutely correct, he did not at all like getting a
boner in front of his teacher, as if he was a little boy who could not control
himself.

"Please don't tell my mother, Miss Landers." He sincerely wished she would
not, but just saying so made him feel like he was accepting the 'fact' that he
was being a very bad, shameful little boy.

Miss Landers, being the empathic teacher, however, was very understanding and
reassuring. "Now, don't be ashamed, Tommy. This happens all the time when I
wash little boys' penises. It's only natural to get excited."

That was reassuring, to an extent, although he wondered how many little boys'
penises she had washed, and the fact was, he was no little boy.

"Actually, it's really very helpful for the cleaning. It's so much easier to
do a very thorough and complete job when it's all stiff and hard like this."
It was indeed, and she firmly wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and
proceeded to slide her fist up and down its length, working the slippery soap
into his skin and all around and around the shiny, swollen bulb. She was
particularly thorough there, being sure to get the sensitive underside so
completely and thoroughly cleaned. He jerked and twitched at the intense
stimulation her warm soapy, slippery fingers were providing. "You see, it's so
much easier now to work the soap into every single inch of the skin.
Everything is all exposed. Do you make it hard like this, Tommy, when you
clean it?"

Maybe he had, once or twice, by accident, but not usually. Nor did he reply.
He wasn't about to tell her about how he masturbated. In any case, his mind
was more focused on steadying himself, bracing himself with a hand against the
tiled wall. This was very, very distinctly like being masturbated. In fact,
even better than normal cause her hand was so slippery with soap. Plus, it was
being masturbated by his elementary school teacher, the one with such big tits
that were now really jiggling hard. This was indeed very much like the
fantasies he had as a boy and obviously so much better as it was for real.
This he would tell his friends, although how he got into this situation might
be hard to explain.

All that could be heard in the room was the squishy and slurpy noises of Miss
Landers's soapy hand cleansing, massaging, stroking the young man's hard,
naked cock.

She eventually broke the silence though to ask. "Are you old enough to squirt,
Tommy?"

"What? Well, yea, of course," he gasped, his voice breathless with arousal,
with excitement. What a question to ask. He understood that she was pretending
to treat him as a little boy, as part of the punishment his mother had worked
out with her, but wasn't that a bit too much? Not only was he more than old
enough, he was about to do it, any second now. He was indeed about to squirt,
and he would do it all over Miss Landers's pretty face and onto that terribly
wonderfully exposed cleavage. He would cum all over Miss Landers and her
boobs. What could really be better than that. Suddenly the babysitter from
hell became the babysitter from heaven. He didn't care if it got him into
trouble. It would be well worth it, as this was well past any imagined
fantasy. He would show her that he was indeed very much old enough to squirt.

"Well, we can't have you squirting it here." She let go of his hard cock and
said, "My, my, you might even get some of it on my nice summer dress." She got
up off her knees and stood up, presenting her large full breasts just inches
from his eyes, now even more enticing as her dress had gotten quite wet and
was clinging snugly to her boobs. He wondered if in fact he might even be able
to see through the fabric a bit, seeing perhaps a bit of lacy brassiere. The
dress was certainly tightly molded to her large round tits. "Do you like my
dress, Tommy? I just got it today. I think it has such a pretty color. I just
love pink, don't you? And, don't you just love the little red violets
sprinkled all over? It's just so gay and happy."

Tom didn't know what he was feeling. His eyes were just glued to two large
pink globes sprinkled with red violets. He was speechless, and breathless. He
wanted to cum so bad. He had been so close. But, instead, he had to just stand
there, his hard dick thrusting out, his eyes just inches from those fantastic
boobs. He so much wanted to just bury his face in them, in their soft, wet
fullness, and then grasp his cock and jerk it off. It wouldn't take long, just
a couple more seconds and it would be over. But, with the releasing of her
hand from his cock the spell was broken, and he now had enough rationality,
enough capacity to reason, that he knew he shouldn't do it. But, man, would he
take care of himself when he did get to bed. At the moment, he no longer
minded having to go to bed early tonight. He wanted to go to bed right after
his bath. He turned his face up to the taller woman, looking up past her
jutting mounds to her smiling face, her large pretty eyes, and her fluttering
lashes, and said, "Yes, it's a very pretty dress."

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

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

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

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

But, he had not followed the path of the dress down to her feet. His eyes were
instead glued to what the dress revealed. There before him was the pretty, the
voluptuous, Miss Landers, dressed only in her brassiere, panties, garter belt,
nylons, and high heels. It was a boy's every dream to have his teacher dressed
this way, or undressed this way, standing before him. His dick gave an
instinctive twitch of approval.

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

His eyes traveled down further to her panties, which were matching white lace
bikini panties. They seemed to be two sizes too small, as they covered very
little and were so very, very tight. The lace ended at the most important
spot, the spot where a rising mound of flesh could be seen, but they were
still so snug that he could clearly see a split in the mound: Miss Landers's
camel toe. He was actually looking at Miss Landers's camel toe? Okay, he
really had to grab hold of his cock now. It's obvious that she would want him
to. Why else take off the dress?

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

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

"Tommy! My goodness! No!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I do understand that boys do get erections when they reach a certain
age, but you must also know that you need to learn to control yourself. You
can't just start playing with yourself the first time you see a pretty girl."

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

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

"Yes, ma'am." He carefully stepped out. He was always careful to step out of a
tub, having once slipped on the wet tiled floor, badly bruising his hip. And,
at the moment, he felt especially unsteady on his feet, and so he moved quite
gingerly.

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

Tom wasn't at all sure why she would use his hardened cock to help get him out
of the bath, but at the moment he was not complaining. It just felt so good to
have at least someone's hand on it, and her hand was in fact a lot better than
his own.

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

It felt strangely erotic to Tom, having a woman blowing wisps of air at his
anus. How very subtle, how very alluring.

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

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

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

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

As they left the bathroom, she asked. "Which way to your bedroom?"

"Upstairs, ma'am," he softly, deferentially, replied. Her hand, of course,
felt terribly nice grasping his cock. What could be better than having your
teacher dressed only in her undies grabbing hold of your naked hard cock? But,
she wasn't doing it to jerk him off. It was not a sensual, sexual hold. And,
there was something about being led around by your erection that made one feel
a bit demeaned, a bit childish.

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

His eyes were fixed on her swinging, swaying pantied bottom as they worked
their way up the stairs. The panties were so tight on Miss Landers's round
perky ass. He could see every curve, all her roundness, wagging and waving
this way and that as she worked her way up the stairs. He always enjoyed
following the sight of a girl's bottom as he trailed her up a stairway, and
one dressed only in small, tight panties was a step even higher. It was
quickly becoming quite erotic again. A pretty woman was grasping his hard
cock, her bottom was swinging flirtatiously before him, and they were headed
to his bedroom. He was actually going to be in his bedroom, naked, with his
teacher, dressed only in her undies. This part he would likely tell his
friends; well, maybe not the part where she is towing him by his dick.

"You know, Tommy," she explained as she led him up the stairs. "A few of my
students have at times come around my house and peeked through my windows."
She stopped and turned back down to him, looking him in the eye sternly, while
firmly, roughly, squeezing on his cock. "You never did anything like that, did
you?"

Actually, he had, maybe once, maybe in fact twice. But, he had never seen
anything. "No, ma'am."

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

She turned back away and continued to lead him along by his cock. "Well, I
caught one of them once. Little Timmy Thompson. He was peaking through my
bedroom window when I was only dressed in my panties and brassiere." She
stopped and turned back once again, this time with a flirtatious smile. "Just
like I'm dressed right now," providing him this time with a more gentle,
sensual squeeze.

"Yes, ma'am," he gulped.

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

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

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

He smiled at the compliment, although he also realized that of course his
would be bigger. His should actually be a lot bigger. Shouldn't it? He knew
that his wasn't so large, but it wasn't so small, was it? Funny how a
compliment could actually be perceived as a denigration.

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

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

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

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

Why must she remind him of that, particularly as he was standing there before
her, naked and stiff? How many guys would like that? Being told that they were
"quite little" as they stood before you displaying their big hard cock. Well,
she wasn't actually referring to his cock, was she?

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

"Yes ma'am," he glumly replied. So went the fantasy of the Hugh Hefner
pajamas, he thought, as he walked over, his stiff dick swinging back and forth
like an extended crane. He did at least use the excuse of needing to steady
himself by resting a hand on her bare shoulder. His eyes were fixed on her
bobbling boobs as he stepped into the pajama bottoms. Regrettably, they did
still fit, at least good enough, although his cock was poking out the front
pretty badly.

"Here, we can't have him stuffed inside like that." She unbuttoned his fly,
reached inside, and pulled out his erection. "There, that's much better. That
way if you have an accident you can squirt on the floor and not soil your
pj's. Your mummy will appreciate that."

The thought of possibly being able to shoot off, shoot off anywhere, he didn't
care at this point where, was encouraging. Although, he certainly wouldn't
want Miss Landers to tell his mother about it. He knew he really should
probably control himself. There was no way that he could cum without his
mother becoming upset about it. How many mothers would be pleased that their
son ejaculated in the presence of the babysitter? No, no, he had to control
himself, as best he could in the presence of this so terribly erotic teacher.

"Now," she said, as she pulled out the matching top from the dresser drawer
and handed it to him, "You get the top on, put on some slippers, and meet me
in the living room. You were a very good boy to take your bath and we still
have time for at least one TV show before it's beddie bye" As she was about to
leave the bedroom she turned back to him and said, "Tommy, really, you look so
cute in those pj's. I can see why you like them so much."

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

"And they're really quite fitting, you know. It's like you have your own
personal rifle sticking out, all cocked and ready to shoot." With that she
puckered her lips, blew him a kiss, and said, "If you keep your rifle good and
hard, I'll have something special for you downstairs." She then turned and
left, leaving him to ponder what she might have meant by that.

His fantasies ran amuck. There had to be only one meaning. She was going to
have sex with him? No, no, she wouldn't do that. That was expecting way too
much. Maybe she would just blow him? Imagine that, getting a blow job from his
elementary school teacher. That would be so, so cool. As she had instructed,
he put his hand on his cock and stroked it as he thought about it, keeping it
good and hard. It hardly mattered that he was now eighteen. She was still
very, very, very sexy, gorgeous as a matter of fact. She hardly looked any
different than when he was in her class, and now she was dressed only in bra
and panties, and very sexy ones at that. It would be so great, and it wouldn't
even be wrong or illegal or anything. He was free to do what he wanted, as was
she. Frankly, it would be great even if she hadn't been his teacher. Having a
babysitter was turning out to be fantastic. He then suddenly felt the urge to
cum. He had been jerking himself too hard. Actually, he realized that he could
probably get away with jerking himself off right now. Shoot a good load and
then get it hard again. But, she had said to keep it good and hard for his
reward. If he jerked it off, he might not be able to get it hard again, at
least not that quickly or not that well. But, surely he could, surely he could
with the thought of what awaited him downstairs, he figured, as he resumed his
stroking, thinking about Miss Landers's pretty soft red lips wrapped around
his hard cock, her wet tongue washing him once again.

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

He dashed to the living room to get his reward.

And, there she was, waiting for him, looking so pretty, standing there dressed
only in her half cup brassiere, panties, nylons, and high heels. Her
expression was rather shy and coy, with her hands clasped demurely behind her
back, one knee cocked inward to slightly hide her cunnie, her face conveying a
bit of discomfort at standing, posing like this for him in the middle of his
parents' living room. Her breasts were rising and falling within their cups,
revealing a nervous excitement. The curtains were closed to protect their
privacy. The light from the television was casting a warm glow on her body.
The sound was off, perhaps because they were not in fact going to watch
television? Her modest smile turned into a big grin as she watched his waving
hard-on proceed him down the hallway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"We can snuggle up together on the couch, Tommy." Well, that sounded more
inviting than just having milk and cookies.

"Okay, okay," he said, and proceeded over to her, now feeling very
self-conscious about his erection. It was like she wasn't even noticing it,
like it didn't mean anything at all. Imagine exposing yourself to a pretty
woman, dressed in her panties and bra. Your big hard cock is all poking out,
and she acts like it isn't even there! He found himself wanting her to at
least tease him about it. Sometimes it's much worse to be ignored than to be
teased.

"Wonderful. It will be so nice to be able to tell your mummy what a good boy
you have been."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he sat down on the couch, next to her, his dick
poking up out of his cowboy pj's. She used the remote to turn on the sound. "I
found this wonderful show. I'm sorry but I couldn't find any cartoons this
late at night, but I think you will like this. It's very educational."

Yes it was. It was some documentary on all 154 of Shakespeare's sonnets. It
would have been difficult for Miss Landers to have picked a more boring show
if she had tried, although he wondered frankly if perhaps she had tried to
find the worst possible show. He would even have preferred a cartoon, although
that would have been more embarrassing than this.

The show did though at least help him lose his erection. It was obviously not
going to be put into any good use and so he would prefer that it just slip
quietly away into the night. His balls couldn't take much more flirtation, and
he would handle it, literally, when he got to bed, thinking about their time
in the bathroom, at least when she was cleaning off the front of him. He
picked up a cookie and his glass of milk and settled back into the couch,
looking forward to the fact his dick would soon soften and disappear into his
pj bottoms.

Miss Landers though didn't help the cause. She slid over toward him on the
couch so that they were pressing up against each other. "Now, don't be a
stranger, Tommy. You snuggle right up against me." She even wrapped her arm
around his shoulder and pulled him toward her, pressing the side of his face
into her brassiere, into her large full breast.

It was a little awkward eating a cookie and sipping milk while his head was
resting against a boob, but this was a sacrifice he was willing to make. It
felt like such a nice big soft pillow tucked into a very lacy pillow case. He
sighed deeply with satisfaction, munching on the tasty cookie (even though it
wasn't his favorite, he would have to admit to really liking gingerbread),
sipping the cool refreshing milk, and snuggling up against a full soft breast.
This was kind of nice.

His penis though softened despite the contact with her breast. He could thank
the power of the Discovery channel for that. The show was so boring. It just
seemed to drone on and on and on. Why did he have to write so many sonnets? In
addition, the room was incredibly warm. Miss Landers apparently turned the
heat up, quite literally so. Couldn't blame her for that, as otherwise it
would probably have been a bit chilly for her, in her present state of
undress. He got through about half of the show, and half the cookies and milk,
and began to openly yawn.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tommy. This is perhaps too much of a grown-up show for you,
isn't it. I should have realized that. Here," she said, taking his milk from
his hand and drawing his head down into her lap. "You can rest your head on my
lap. If you need to go sleepy bye, you just go ahead."

He was indeed feeling tired, perhaps it was the milk as well as the show. A
glass of milk had always helped him to go sleep as a little boy. He snuggled
into her lap, but quickly appreciated that his cheek was now lying right
across her bare womanly thighs, so silky smooth in her nylons. He turned his
face away from the television, ostensibly to find a more comfortable position,
but more truthfully to turn toward her panties. His eyes, and his lips, were
now just an inch, or less, away from the gossamer lace. His eyes widened with
delight at such a very close, so intimate, appraisal of the womanly cunt of
Miss Landers. His penis stirred as he carefully scrutinized the outline of her
mound and, more importantly, her feminine lips, appearing through the sheer,
diaphanous fabric, and he breathed in deeply her scent. It was such a lovely,
earthy aroma.

He suddenly turned his head up, wondering if she was noticing that he wasn't
trying to sleep at all, but he quickly discovered that she probably couldn't
see that his eyes were wide open, as he couldn't see her eyes at all. All that
he could see were these two towering lacy half globes seeming to hang
precariously over his face. They looked big before, but they were now even
more terribly impressive, just inches above his eyes.

He lost all interest in falling asleep. How can you sleep when you're lying
beneath two large snowy hillocks hanging out over your head? He smiled at the
thought of being smothered by such a delicious avalanche of squishy flesh.

"Goodness, Tommy," Miss Landers said, leaning forward a bit so that she could
look past her tits down to his face looking up at her in her lap, "The little
rascal slipped back inside, didn't he." She leaned back against the couch,
again out of eyesight, while she slipped her fingers into the flap of his pj
bottoms and once again grasped hold of his penis. He gasped with surprise, and
pleasure. Any intention of sleeping now was lost entirely. "Well, I'll keep an
eye on him for you. You just go sleepy bye. Maybe he'll have some happy dreams
if I play with him."

His penis very quickly swelled with her feminine fondling, climbing out of his
pj's like a snake emerging from its nest, rapidly becoming stiff and stout.
"Well, goodness gracious, there he is! All pleased and proud." She danced her
fingers up and down its length, and then softly caressed the tip of his crown
with the tip of her index finger. "I think little boys' penises are so
terribly cute." She leaned back over her breasts again and asked, looking him
in the eye, "Have you shown your little man to a girl, Tommy?"

Well, of course he had. He really wasn't a little boy, you know. "Yea, sure,
sure, plenty of times."

Miss Landers gave his erection a sharp flick with her middle finger, snapping
it off her thumb so the hard fingernail hit sharply against the soft,
sensitive head.

"Yeow!" he screeched, both in shock and pain.

"Little boys should not lie to their babysitters, Tommy. Now you tell Miss
Landers the truth, otherwise, she will send you to bed and no more pee-pee
play."

He wouldn't mind going to bed, and particularly he wouldn't mind if 'pee-pee
play,' meant additional nasty painful flicks. Plus, he could then finally take
care of himself, get the relief he so desperately wanted, needed. His balls
felt like they were beginning to turn blue. But, what young man would, could,
deny himself the more sensual touch of feminine fingers on his erect cock,
even if it came at a price. No price that one could pay would be too high, at
least when you were so aroused, so in need of relief. He could play along in
this game of make believe, if that's what was required. "Okay, okay, no, no, I
haven't had a girl see it yet."

Miss Landers smiled in triumph. "Well, of course not." She sat back in the
couch and resumed her soft caressing, much to Tom's pleasure, whose eyes
half-closed in sweet bliss at the feel of her tender fingers caressing his
dick as he gazed up at the two full moons hanging above him, his head resting
on the silky thighs of Miss Landers. "You're a good little boy and you
wouldn't go around showing girls your dirty, naughty thing." It might be a
perverse little play, but it sure felt good.

She grasped her fingers fully around the shaft and stroked him up and down.
They could both hear the squishing noises of precum lubricating beneath his
foreskin as it slid on and off the head of his cock. "Oh my goodness, Tommy. I
just realized that mine would then be the first girl's fingers that have ever
touched your wee-wee!"

"Yes ma'am," he groaned, feeling himself getting close once again.

"It must be kind of fun having your teacher stroke her hand up and down your
little boy cock."

"Yes, yes, it is," and if she kept doing that, she would soon find out how
much fun it really was.

"Did you ever think that Miss Landers would stroke your penis like this,
Tommy?"

"No, no, not at all," he gasped.

"Well, I just hope you don't tell all your friends." She briefly stopped,
gripped him hard, and leaned back over her breasts to speak to him directly.
"And certainly don't tell the principal, Mr. Beaumont!" She leaned back
against the couch. "I don't think he would understand one bit."

"No, ma'am," he softly replied. "No, he wouldn't." Either did he, really. For
a moment Tom wondered if Miss Landers was in fact psychotic, really believing
that he was twelve years old again, but when she began to softly caress the
underside of his dick, just behind the crown, he felt reassured. No crazy
woman could be so sensual, so erotic.

"Oh my," she said, feeling his cock twitch and swell in her hand. She suddenly
let go of it. "You were just about ready to squirt, weren't you, Tommy."

"Oh yes, yes, yes I was," he replied breathlessly, shoving his pelvis up in
the air, trying to get her to grab hold of it again.

She did grab hold of it. "Here, let me help you with that." She did, but not
in the way he was expecting, or hoping. She wrapped her thumb and index finger
tightly around the stem, just below the crown, and squeezed hard. "This will
relax you." It didn't relax him. It was in fact quite uncomfortable, even a
bit mildly painful. But, it did take away his urge to ejaculate.

He squirmed a bit but she kept squeezing until his erection began to
dissipate. "There we go. All better now. We can't have boys getting the
hiccups in class, can we. You just remember that yourself. When you think
you're going to squirt in a class, just give it a good squeeze."

He began to think she might be crazy again. But, she then giggled, tipping her
hand that she was in fact having considerable fun playing this game. Perhaps
he should just stand up and demand that they stop. It was pretty weird. Still,
a good sex game isn't necessarily logical or sensible. "Yes, ma'am, thanks,
yea, I will."

"That's a good boy. You wouldn't want to squirt your dirty juice all over your
new, fresh pj's would you?"

He slid his head down her nylons to look up at her, past her thrusting
breasts. "It would be okay. I wouldn't mind. I'll even wash them myself."

"Oh no. That's very nice of you to offer, Tommy," she replied, as she ran her
nails down along his taut stem, sensually scratching the sensitive skin, and
then cupped his balls with the tips of her fingers, lightly bouncing them up
and down, "I wouldn't be a good babysitter if I had you do that. My goodness,
though, it does feel like you have lots of boy juice in there."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped.

"Do you tend to ejaculate a lot of semen, Tommy?"

He thought he did. "Yes, yea, I do. Do you want to see me do it?" By playing
along perhaps he could in fact get relief?

"Tommy, want a naughty thing to say to your sitter?" She let go of his nuts
and shook her finger disapprovingly in his face. "Do you offer to spurt and
squirt for all of your babysitters?"

"Oh no, no ma'am. Never before at all. Honest!" That certainly was true. "This
would be the first time." Perhaps appealing to the first time would help. She
seemed to like the fantasy that she would be his first time.

She did appear to contemplate the option. She returned her hand to his cock,
this time pressing the head of his swollen bulb into the palm of her hand and
massaging the tip around and around in her palm while she fondled and tickled
the stem with her fingers. "Well, maybe you shouldn't go to sleep like this."
She shifted her fingers back down to his balls. "It might not be healthy for a
little boy to go to sleep with his testicles all stuffed up." She leaned
forward again to speak to him directly. "You should always blow your nose, you
know, before you go to bed. It's not good to be all stuffed up." She leaned
back. "But, oh my," she said, noticing that another show was beginning to
start on the Discovery channel. "It is now your bedtime. Goodness, how time
flies. Yes, well, off to bed with you," she instructed, lightly tapping his
hard dick, like she was tapping him on the shoulder to encourage him. "You run
along. You know how upset your mother would be if she knew you stayed up past
your bedtime."

Tom moaned as he crawled off her lap and off the couch. His cock was so, so
hard. He aimed it right at her as he said. "Can't I stay up for just a little
longer. I won't tell mother." He wondered, 'Can't she see how much pain I'm
in, how much I need relief?'

"Tommy, you've been a very good boy all evening, don't spoil it now. You just
run along, and if you go right to bed with no further complaint, I'll come
upstairs and give you a very nice reward."

He didn't waste a second. "Okay, okay. I'll do it!" He then turned and dashed
off, his cock again waving in the air before him, like a fishing pole in a
storm, bobbing and weaving with the rocking of the boat.

She yelled after him, "Be sure to brush your teeth!" She cleaned up the coffee
table, and took the glass of milk and cookies back to the kitchen.

He did indeed brush his teeth, although it was a little odd to be doing so
with a hard-on sticking out of his pj's, all the while wondering what the
reward would be. It couldn't be another snack. His mother had made it very
clear that he was not to have any cookies in bed. And, they had just been
talking about getting relief. It had to be something sexual. He couldn't
belief his good luck. It had been a pretty tough evening. In fact, really
tough. But, it appeared that it was going to have a very happy ending. He was
ecstatic.

He seriously doubted that she would actually have sex with him. Imagine
actually fucking your pretty elementary school teacher. Now, that was a
boyhood fantasy coming true. But, it wouldn't be that good. A blow job would
be just as fantastic, and she did say something about blowing his nose.
Imagine having those luscious lips that instructed him for so long, that
sweetly nurtured him as a boy, that lectured and scolded him so often, now
wrapped around his cock, her pretty face embedded in his crotch, and then
shooting off his load, filling her mouth up with all his cum, perhaps even
popping out at the last minute and covering her face with his cum? His balls
were broiling for relief.

When he finished brushing his teeth he ran up the stairs in a mad dash. Never
before was he more anxious to go to bed. He literally leaped into bed, pulled
down the covers, and got underneath, but then realized his mistake and pulled
the covers back down. He positioned his stiff cock so that it would be very
evident and clear when she entered the room.

He could hear her steps as she came up the stairs. His heart was beating so
fast. He felt like reaching for his cock, stroking it. Yes, that would be
good, to be jerking off when she entered the room. She couldn't ignore that.
But, he knew he was himself on the verge of cumming already. It would be
climactic but also rather anticlimactic to shoot his load all over himself
just as she entered the room and, even if he didn't cum, he wouldn't be
surprised if she acted all offended by what he was doing. She got pretty upset
the last time he put his hand on it. Most babysitters would probably be rather
upset, to say the least, by the sight of the boy openly masturbating in front
of her. A moment of panic overwhelmed him, perhaps he shouldn't even have it
sticking out! She obviously knew already what reward she was going to provide
him. It was already decided. All he could do now was to mess it up by doing
something stupid or offensive, like waving his erection at her. As she rounded
the door to enter his bedroom he quickly grabbed the bedspread and covered
himself up.

"Oh Tommy, what a good little boy you are. All tucked in."

"Yes, ma'am." Whew. That was close.

"Well, scoot over then and let me get in beside you. I have a nice surprise
for you."

Tom was bursting with anticipation, as well as with a lot of stifled, pent-up
cum. He slid over to make room for his teacher, his eyes naturally following
the wiggling of her boobs as she stepped out of her heels and got into bed
beside him, sliding as well under the covers. It was a little disappointing to
have her lower half now concealed by the blankets, but also rather tantalizing
to realize that he was in fact sharing a bed with the pretty Miss Landers, and
she in her undies. Besides, the upper half was still outside, and it was a
pretty darn good half. The glass was clearly half full rather than half empty.

"Isn't this comfy cozy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, I have a very lovely bedtime story for you. Won't that be wonderful?"

"Is that the surprise?"

"Yes, of course, sweetie! What did you think it was going to be? A new toy or
something? Such a silly boy."

Tom sighed in disappointment, not disguising the fact that he was indeed
hoping for something else. He wondered if perhaps he should have been outside
of the covers. Clearly he didn't have anything to lose. And, what was she
going to read to him? Probably some Hardy Boys story or something. Maybe even
worse. Maybe it would even be a child's fairy tale. At least please be a very,
very short story.

"Now, you scrunch over close to me. It's kind of a long story."

Oh man! When will this end?

"Mr. Petersunn does tend to write long stories but, you know, Tommy, I prefer
them that way. I like how they slowly build up, flirting with the ending,
slowly building up to the climactic ending."

His climax would come after the story, and he was indeed in a hurry to get
there.

"I'm going to read to you the story about how 'Chrissie and Michael Lead the
Way.'"

'Great,' he thought. 'It is going to be some children's story.'

"It's from a very nice website, Literotica. It's a wonderful story about
Chrissie and Michael, who must go to college one day without any clothes on
whatsoever."

'What!?' His ears perked up.

"Now, Tommy, I must first tell you that all of the persons in this story are
eighteen years old, just like you. It would be very wrong if one of them one
was not, wouldn't it?"

"Oh yes, Miss Landers." He breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was so nice to
hear her finally acknowledge his age. Thank goodness she wasn't actually
delusional. On the other hand, oddly enough, hearing her acknowledge that she
knew his real age kind of diminished the playful pretending, at least just a
little bit.

She began to read to him the story of Chrissie and Michael. It was not a
children's story. In fact, it was pretty interesting: how Michael had to
masturbate in front of a human figure drawing class, squirting his stuff all
over the floor, and then there was the prostate exam that all the pretty coed
nurses gave him in another class. He particularly liked the part where Michael
wound up ejaculating all over Beth's face.

Tom was understandably fascinated, and aroused. "Do they really do things like
that?"

"Oh yes, dear," Miss Landers replied. "This is actually a true story about
Abberville College. You might consider applying there."

Tom had indeed heard of Abberville College. He was actually thinking of going
to Livingston College, but this sounded a whole lot better. "Wow, I can't
believe they actually go to classes naked."

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

It had sounded like a lot of fun, until she put it like that.

She read to him about how Ms. Billingsley played with Michael's penis beneath
the table during the formal luncheon and, quite naturally, Miss Landers
reached under the bed covers to handle Tom's erect penis as she did so. It was
excruciatingly arousing, having your own hard cock fondled and caressed while
the pretty Miss Landers read to you about how Michael's was stroked near to
orgasm by the buxom Ms. Billingsley. She slid her clenched fist up and down
his hard dick beneath the covers, the blankets going rapidly up and down with
the pounding of her fist, as she read about Ms. Billingsley doing the same
thing to Michael's stiff, hard cock. She read about how hard it was for
Michael to avoid ejaculating all over Ms. Billingsley's hand, and Tom suddenly
felt a comparable urge to do likewise.

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

"Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry," Miss Landers said, halting her stroking of his cock.
"Are you having some difficulty yourself?"

His balls were really aching. He had been again so close to cumming. "Yes, yes
I am," he confessed, so hoping that she would find it in her heart to let him
have relief, as Mrs. Canfield had provided for Michael in human figure
drawing.

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

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

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

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

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

He surely might if he didn't take care of himself first. The fact was that he
did have them for a little while when he was a kid, before he realized that he
could avoid them, most of the time, by jerking off when he went to bed. In
fact, at times jerking off to fantasies about Miss Landers, which didn't help
him lose his erection now, her being right in bed with him at the moment.

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

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

It was indeed a long story, but one for which it wasn't hard to stay awake,
nor hard to stay hard. In fact, Tom was surreptitiously playing with himself
beneath the blankets. That was one big advantage in being under the covers. He
bent up his right leg to make a little tent that would hide the sight of the
movement of his hand.

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

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

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

"Yes, ma'am." he gasped.

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

"No, ma'am."

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

Unlike his own, he thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here, Tommy, and let Miss Landers give you a kiss."

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

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

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

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

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

"You watch outdoors for your parents' car. They should be coming home soon
and, if they do, it would probably be best for you to get right into bed."
Frankly, if they did suddenly arrive, it would be unlikely that Miss Landers
would be able to get downstairs and dressed in time, or at least it would be
pretty close. Nor would he even likely tell her that they had arrived. He was
not about to let this end prematurely now.

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

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

He smiled.

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

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

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

He thrust his pelvis forward, driving his cock deep down into her mouth,
briefly causing her to gag, and then as quickly pulling back, not so far as to
pull his cock entirely out of her mouth, but just enough to provide room to
again thrust forward, then back. Back and forth he went, rapidly and
repeatedly, fucking her face, her mouth, with as much frenzy as he had licked
her clit.

And, Miss Landers returned the favor by keeping her tongue always in play.
Licking and lapping away at the repeatedly thrusting and receding head of his
dick.

It felt so good, and looked even better. For a moment he forgot about the
direction to keep an eye out for his parents, as the view beneath him was so
much more interesting, so much more satisfying: the pretty, sweet face of Miss
Landers, being fucked by his big, manly stiff dick, his cock sometimes going
deep down into her mouth, sometimes poking at nooks and crannies of her soft,
yielding inner cheeks, sometimes colliding with her licking and lapping
tongue.

She repeatedly would gag when he drove too far, but she didn't seem to mind.
It only increased her own sense of urgency and excitement. She reached for his
balls, very carefully so, as she knew how tender they were and as soon as her
fingers made contact, he released his load into the receptive mouth of his
babysitter, his teacher. And, it was quite a load indeed.

A young man such as Tommy naturally had quite a bit of sperm to release, and
quite a bit had been generated over the hours of her continued, sustained,
ruthless stimulation. The first blast hit the roof of her mouth, the second
smacked right on the back of her throat, causing her to cough and gag, but she
didn't want to let him escape. None of it should get onto the bedding. She had
to take it all. She tried to shift the bulb around, trying to find new places
to release its sticky gobs of gruel, but it wasn't easy as her mouth quickly
filled with his gism.

Miss Landers was surprised at how much cum he had. He was, after all, just a
little boy. But, of course, in fact, he was a robust young man with testicles
that were literally bursting at the seams, a difficulty soon felt as well by
Miss Lander's mouth.

Tom was oblivious to her dilemma. He was lost in his ecstasy, the intense
relief and release of his orgasm, coursing through his body, his legs
trembling with weakness, his heart pounding, his head feeling faint. He just
gave himself over to the pleasure, the base, fundamental waves of pleasure
sweeping through his entire body and exploding out through his cock into Miss
Lander's womanly mouth.

Miss Landers did her best to open her throat, to let some slip down, to
swallow, but it was such a sticky, thick gruel. She closed her eyes and
concentrated on keeping her lips tightly closed, waiting and hoping as her
cheeks filled and expanded that she had enough room to take it all, that her
cheeks would continue to give, would continue to swell, that the reservoir
would not burst its seams like a collapsing, crumbling dam that just had to
eventually give way to the increasing volume and pressure of the boy's rising
level of cum.

When he was finally done, when no longer any more appeared to be coming, Miss
Landers squeezed the remaining drops from his cock and then released the bulb
from her mouth, being careful not to let any of it spill out onto her breasts,
the pillows, the bedding.

"Are you okay, Miss Landers?" Tom breathlessly asked, his brain dizzy with
delight, noticing for the first time the distress she was in.

"Imth finth," she slurred.

"Are you sure?"

"No, reathly, ith wsth waith." She waved him off, having to get at least some
of it down in order to be able to speak.

Tom smiled with relief, gratification, and triumph. What boy would not feel
good, no even great, after blowing such a huge load into his pretty teacher's
mouth.

As she continued to work on swallowing his thick, sticky gism, she crawled out
of bed and motioned for him to get back under the covers. "Here nowth, geth
some rest." She licked at her lips, her teeth, and the insides of her cheeks,
trying to clean herself off like a cat who just finished a very wonderful but
sloppy meal.

When he got back under the covers she tucked him in and bent over toward him,
her breasts nearly falling out of her brassiere. Her ability to speak now
largely recovered, she said, with a smile, "Maybe next time you can put your
pee-pee in another one of my holes?" She even gave him a little kiss on the
forehead. "But, of course, I suppose I won't be coming back, as you have been
such a good boy."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied in sweet, blissful satisfaction as she picked up her
panties, and slipped back into her heels. As she was about to leave the room
she turned back and said, "Sweet dreams, Tommy," and then softly shut the door
behind her.

He would sleep so well that night, and he vowed that the next time his parents
left him home alone, he would have another party.