THE TEACHER'S TOY

Part 2

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"Tommy, I will see you after school," Ms. Bligh said sternly.

"Yes, Ma'am," Tommy replied, noticing that Becky Thomas, who sat next to him, was looking at him smirking with contempt.

The past several weeks had been very confusing to the eleven year old. On the one hand, he knew what to expect once school was let out for the day. On the other hand he didn't know what to expect. Would he strip naked and be paddled first or would she skip the paddling and go directly to molesting him? Regardless of what lay ahead, the stiffie in his pants told the tale.

He found it curious that he actually enjoyed a paddling, just so long as it wasn't too severe, as Ms. Bligh did get carried away some days. But whether it was a fun paddling or a painful severe paddling, he always got a hard-on, and given the circumstances, a condition he didn't understand. He especially liked it when she stroked his bare buns with the paddle and/or her hand before giving it a smack. Three smacks were the best he thought, as after the third, she'd often run her hand between his legs from the back and fondle his balls. He didn't know why, but the paddling or the anticipation of the paddling always made his dick very hard.

And now, two hours before class was over, he was hard, very hard. Unfortunately, it was bent in an awkward manner. Looking from side to side to be certain he wasn't being watched, he slid his hand down his jeans to straighten his dick out. It was only then that he that saw Becky was indeed watching with her mouth agape. He tried to be nonchalant about it, but the damage was done. By this time tomorrow, everyone in the class will have heard Becky's story about how bad, stupid Tommy was playing with himself during class. Except he wasn't Stupid Tommy anymore, as he was now at the top of the class in grades. But he was still Bad Tommy, otherwise he wouldn't be in trouble with Ms. Bligh day after day.

Tommy, like he did most days now, sat at his desk when all the other kids excitedly filed out to go home for the day. There was a well established routine where he'd work on his homework assignment while Ms. Bligh worked at her desk grading papers. After twenty minutes or so and the hallways had grown quiet, he get up, close and lock the door and block off the little window in the door. Then he'd approach Ms. Bligh's desk and wait for her to tell him to proceed. Even that had now been reduced to a simple nod. A simple nod and the strapping eleven year old stripped naked for his teacher. It was a bit chilly now, but that didn't matter to Ms. Bligh, she wanted her toy boy naked, totally naked and totally available to her, besides the chill air made his nipples stand out.

She calmly studied his nude form, especially his pecker as it stood straight out from his body. He was already bigger than some men she knew and he was just starting to grow. Someday, she knew, that dick would be a real pussy pleaser, or she hoped, a pussy punisher. But right now, it was mainly just her toy, as was the rest of the boy.

"What did you do wrong today, Tommy?" she asked.

"Becky saw me putting my hand down my pants," he replied.

"And why were you putting your hand down your pants?"

"To get comfortable?" he replied.

"Are you comfortable now?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Come closer." Tommy stepped up to his teacher who reached out and fondled his cock. Looking up at him as she molested his dick, she smiled at her toy boy who smiled back. Things had gone smashingly well so far, she thought.

He let her touch him anyway she wanted and as she played with his dick it looked as though she was going to go straight to jacking him off. That was okay with Tommy, as he'd get that good feeling he craved and still be home in time to play with his friends. It was funny how it just seemed to feel better when Ms. Bligh jacked him off than when he did it himself at night. But then she stopped and let go of his hard dick.

"Have you ever sucked one of your friends' dick?" she asked.

"No! I mean, no, Ma'am."

"Has one of your friends ever sucked your dick?"

"No, Ma'am."

"No one has ever sucked your dick?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Well," she said with a smile, "then we're both in for a treat." Tommy didn't know what to think.

She rolled away in her desk chair from her desk and told him to sit on the desk, facing her. Quickly he complied with the request. Once he was situated with his legs hanging off the side, she rolled back and between his legs. He watched as she took his still hard cock in hand once again. She played with it for a moment, watching carefully his facial expression.

"You're really going to like this, Tommy. I promise." Then she dipped her head into his bare lap and kissed the head of his dick. Looking up momentarily, she could see that he did indeed like that. She dipped her head again and slid the boy's glans between her lips.

Tommy gasped at the feel of his cock being engulfed by the warm wet mouth and at the feel of her succulent lips caressing his cock, sliding first down and then back up, pausing there as she ran her tongue over the boy's sensitive glans. It was more than the boy could take and he immediately began shooting off in her mouth. Thinking that she would be enraged at his actions, he tried to pull away from her, but she held fast, drawing the sweet cum from his balls. A moment later, it was over. He was soft and she let his dick go.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he pleaded. "I didn't mean to..."

"Shhhhhh, baby," she cooed. "It's okay, it's okay."

"You, you mean you're not mad?"

"Heavens no! It was a little quick, but it still fun. We'll have to do it again. Would you like that?"

"Uhhh... Yes, Ma'am! Yes, Ma'am!"

"But you're going to have to do something for me too." She didn't elaborate, so he didn't know what she had in mind, but she stood and as she unbuttoned her blouse, he suspected that it was going to be fun. With her blouse unbuttoned, she carefully laid it on the edge of her desk. Then reaching back, she unfastened her bra. A moment later, the first pair of tits Tommy had ever seen since he was a baby was before him. And they were nice tits, firm C Cup tits that looked bigger than they were on her petite frame. She arched her back, thrusting her firm breasts forward.

To Tommy, they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He knew about tits, or at least what their clothed outline looked like and sometimes he ogled a little cleavage here and there. In fact he'd ogled his mom's cleavage and especially his best friend's older sister's tits and cleavage, but he'd never seen bare tits before, except in magazines purloined from his best friend's dad. These tits were in the flesh; they were in a word, breathtaking.

She gently cupped and hefted each, one at a time, then squeezed them together, all the while watching the nude boy's reaction. One glance at his groin confirmed the reaction she expected. "You like my breasts, Tommy?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he gasped.

"Are my breasts as pretty as your mother's breasts?"

"I... I... I dunno. But yours are awesome!"

"You think so?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Would you like to touch them?"

He wanted to shout out his answer, but the words wouldn't form and he stood dumbly staring at his teacher's lovely bare tits. To help him along, she reached out, took his hand and placed it on her tit. As she studied his handsome face, she noted with amusement that his wide eyes were glued to the tit in his hand.

Tommy had never felt anything so soft before, so soft, yet firm and pliable. He gave a tentative squeeze and looked up to be sure it was okay and was greeted with an amused smile. He gave it another squeeze and then began to explore it's secrets, especially the quarter sized brown aureole with its thumb thick nipple capping it. Instinctively, he rolled the protruding nipple between his thumb and index finger, then grasping it tenderly, pulling it out and letting it snap back. He glanced up again and saw that Ms. Bligh had her eyes closed, but still smiling.

Without any coaching from his teacher, he reached forward with his free hand and took her other tit in hand, this time closing his thumb and finger around the nipple right away. He saw how she moved her head back and arched her back, thrusting her tits towards him and heard the low murmur coming from her throat. He didn't know why, nor did he think about it, but he instinctively leaned forward and sucked an erect nipple between his lips. He felt her hand on the back of his head and heard her plainly and clearly moan, "Yes!" Tommy was naive, but far from stupid, and knew he had permission to play.

Without any warning, she pushed him away. "We have to stop doing this here," she said by way of an explanation. "Get your clothes on!" Tommy was a little slow to react and she swatted him on his bare butt. "I said, get your clothes on!"

Confused, Tommy scrambled to get his clothes on while Ms. Bligh put herself back together too. When they were both dressed, she commanded, "Come with me." Not knowing what else to do, he followed her out of the classroom and out into the faculty parking lot where she directed him to get in her SUV.

"Where are we going?" he asked as she pulled out her parking space.

"To my house," she replied. "Then I'll take you home."

"But my bike! It's here at school! I need it to get to school tomorrow."

"Oh, for heaven's sakes," she replied irritably. She whipped the SUV around and stopped by the bike racks. There was but one bike still there.

"Get your bike and put it in the back," she ordered. "Be quick about it!"

Tommy scrambled out the car, unlocked and retrieved his BMX bike, then put into the back of his teacher's black SUV. As soon as he was seated with the door closed, but before he had his seat belt on, she was driving away.

It only took a few minutes, as Ms. Bligh lived very close to the school, and the garage door was closed behind them. As she escorted the boy into her kitchen, Tommy wondered what she was up to.

"Would you like some milk and cookies?" she asked in a velvety smooth voice.

"Uh, yeah, sure!" he responded.

"Yes, Ma'am!" she sternly corrected.

"Yes, Ma'am," he squeaked thinking that he was about to get his butt blistered.

"That's better," she said calmly. "Now, while I get you your snack, I want you to undress."

"Everything?"

"Of course everything! I want you naked, Tommy, butt bare naked."

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered as he kicked off his sneakers and began to disrobe.

By the time she set the cookies and glass of milk on the table, Tommy was starkers. Turning to her nude eleven year old student she commented, "You're a handsome boy, Tommy. I especially like you nude. You're really quite beautiful nude, like a Greek boy-god."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Now, come and have your snack. But don't dawdle. We don't have all day."

He wanted to ask her why she'd brought him there, but then thought better of it, as he had long concluded the woman was indeed crazy, and could fly off the handle at him at any moment for the least provocation. How else to explain her behavior? She was nuts! But, she was also fun and quite unlike any adult he'd ever met.

He ate the two cookies she'd put before him and drank the small glass of milk she'd provided. He wanted to ask her for more cookies, but thought better of that too. Besides, she was nowhere to be seen. He got up, took his plate and empty glass and put them in the sink like his mother had taught him to do.

He carefully approached the doorway leading to her living room and cautiously looked inside. She wasn't there either. He stepped into the immaculately furnished room and suddenly she appeared in another doorway. She had changed out of her school clothes and was now dressed in a short silk robe.

"What time does your mother get home?" she asked.

"Uh, six," he answered as he studied her long shapely legs.

"It's a quarter past four now," she said. "That gives us an hour and a half or so. So, come along with me."

She turned and disappeared down a hallway. Tommy followed and was soon standing inside her bedroom. He'd never seen anything quite like it before. There was the big four poster bed made up with a rich red comforter and piled with fancy pillows. There was a richly upholstered settee and mirrors everywhere, on the walls and even some on the ceiling above the bed. There was a large ornate dresser and a bronze statue of a nude man in one corner. Then there was another thing. He'd never seen anything like it before, but it was upholstered and shaped like the letter "M", only it was lopsided with one hump higher than the other.

"Come closer," he heard her say. He stepped up to within three feet of her. Her hands went to the belt of her robe and untied it and let the robe fall open. Tommy gaze was now fixated on the partially covered nude form before him. She smiled, not that he noticed, and began to work the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall only to be caught in the crook of her arms, exposing her tits and clean shaven pussy to the naked boy. She watched his eyes as they roamed over her nudity and was amused by his awestruck expression. 'Such a delightful boy,' she said to herself.

Her arms dropped and Tommy watched the thin robe flutter to the floor. Now she was as naked as he was, and...

"You're so beautiful," he muttered.

"You think so?" she replied stifling a laugh. "What do you like best about me? My tits," and she caressed her large breasts, "my tummy," and she circled a finger around her deep navel, "or down here," as her finger trailed down from her navel to her clean shaven mons and the closed top of her slit. "Or do you like this the best," she said turning to give him his first look at her well toned shapely ass.

"Gosh, Ms. Bligh..."

"Oh, please, call me Virginia."

"Uh, okay, Ms... I mean, Virginia."

"So what do you like the best?"

"I like it all," he honestly appraised.

"Good answer, Tommy. Now, how did you like sucking on my nipples at school?" she asked while circling her stiff nubs with the fingers of both hands.

"I liked that a lot!"

"Good, so did I. Would you like to do that again?"

"Oh, hell, yes!"

"Tommy! There's no need for that kind of language!" she scolded.

"No, Ma'am, I mean, yes, Ma'am."

"So you want to suckle at my tits?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Why, Tommy. You have an erection." Tommy looked down and sure enough... He quickly covered his unruly member with his hands.

"Oh, silly, boy, put your hands down so I can see you... That's better. You have a lovely penis, Tommy. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

Tommy blushed red, swallowing hard before whispering, "No, Ma'am."

"Your mother hasn't told you what a lovely penis you have?"

"No, Ma'am!" he blurted.

"Well, she should. Tell me, what has your mother told you about your penis?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? She hasn't told you what it's for?"

"No, Ma'am," the tortured boy replied.

"Do you know what it's for?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Then tell me."

"Ummm, to pee with and ummm..."

"To play with?" she offered.

"Uh, yeah, but..."

"Your mother let's you play with it?"

"No, Ma'am, she doesn't know that I..."

His teacher laughed softly. "Oh, she knows, Tommy. She knows."

"She does?"

"Of course. She's your mother.

"Now, seeing that your mother hasn't educated you in sexual matters, I will do that for her. Would you like that, Tommy?"

"I, I guess..."

"I take that as a, 'Yes, Ma'am.'"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Very well. Let me show you something I've been dying to teach you."

She stepped forward and knelt before the naked boy. Taking his erection in her hand she looked up into his eyes, eyes that were as wide as saucers. She smiled at him and then lowered her full supple lips to kiss the tip of his dick. She'd done it once before, still Tommy couldn't believe that anyone, and that included crazy Ms. Bligh, would kiss his dick, but then she slid her sultry lips over the circumcised head and his knees nearly buckled.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, then instantly regretted his choice of words as he now expected a stern reprimand. But to his surprise, she didn't say anything nor do anything except take the whole of his pecker into her mouth. For young Tommy, nothing, absolutely nothing ever felt better than what Ms. Bligh was doing to him at that moment and he was afraid to even breathe, lest she stop. She didn't stop. Indeed, she began sensuously sliding her full soft lips back and forth over his young adolescent cock and while doing that, dancing her tongue all over the underside of it. Within seconds, he felt it coming. With a mixture of ecstasy and horror, he came in her mouth. He tried his best to stop it, but it continued to pulsate and squirt his nut juice into her mouth. Now he was going to get it! The first time was an accident, but to his surprise, she didn't stop and punish him for the indignity, but kept sucking and sucking until he went soft in her mouth. The head of his prick became suddenly super sensitive too, causing him to involuntarily jerk every time her wandering tongue swiped across it.

She leaned back and let the adolescent cock slip from her lips, a long strand of foamy spittle mixed with the boy's cum connected his prick momentarily to her lips before it broke and dripped onto his bare foot. She smiled up at him, licking her lips. "Do you know how good you taste?" she asked him. Tommy, his eyes still wide from the unexpected events, merely shook his head. "Well, you do," she added.

Standing before her boy toy, she asked, "Would you like me to do that again sometime?"

"Oh, yes, Ma'am!" he blurted out. "That was awesome, Ms. Bligh!"

"Oh, please, Tommy, call me Virginia when we are alone. Save the Ms. Bligh for school or when we are out in the public."

"Yes, Ma'am." Whatever she wanted him to call her, he knew better than to reply with just a simple, yes, no, yeah, nope, okay, or whatever.

"Now come here, baby," she said invitingly. "Time for you to do something for me." He was already standing almost eye-to-eye with her, but didn't question her when she placed a hand on the back of his head and drew his face down and into her soft pliable breasts, raking her tits back and forth across his face, tracing invisible doodles with her nipples. Tommy delighted in this new game, but didn't know what he should do with his hands, so he left them dangling awkwardly at his side. But even if he was clueless as to what to do with his hands, Virginia Bligh certainly knew what to do with hers and took his rapidly stiffening cock into her hand to fondle. It only took a few minutes to revive his erection and once she had him hard, she slid down to her knees once again, kissing down his naked body along the way until she took his revived cock into her mouth for the third time.

Tommy couldn't believe what his teacher was teaching him, or rather couldn't believe that his teacher was doing what she was doing. Dumbfounded, he looked down at her gobbling his dick again. This time, however, he lasted a whole lot longer and enjoyed the sensations emanating from his prick. He felt his cum building once again and this time he let it build until he erupted in her mouth again, unconcerned that there would be any adverse repercussions. Better still, he truly felt and enjoyed the blinding rapture as it radiated to every part of his body, leaving him breathless and unconcerned about a possible adverse reaction from her.

When the boy opened his eyes, she was inches from him, looking up into his eyes. "Did you enjoy that, baby?" she asked fondling his wet dick and young balls. He still wasn't quite able to speak, so he nodded and smiled, hoping that she'd know what he meant without becoming angry at him. "Now it's your turn to do that for me," she added.

What she was asking took a moment to register on his young dopamine addled brain, but whatever it was she wanted, he was willing to do it. It wasn't until she had guided him to her bed and laid down with legs lewdly spread, that he thought to ask what she wanted, after all, how could he blow her when she didn't have a dick?

She was amused at his total naivety, a naivety that she was determined to soon dispel. He was so precious standing there looking at her cunt as she played with herself. "I want you to lick me," she explained diddling her clit, "right here."

"Do I have to?" he asked while skewing his face.

"Yes, you have to," she replied. "Now, don't make me angry with you, Tommy."

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. He really didn't want to do it, to put his mouth down there, but he didn't want to anger her even more. He looked up from her cunt and implored her with his eyes.

"Do it, Tommy."

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered.

"Now, crawl up here and eat me out," she firmly ordered, "and don't stop until I tell you to stop."

He was very familiar with that tone of voice and knew better than to disobey her. He crawled up on the big bed between her legs. As she had had all of her pubic hair removed by electrolysis years before, she was perfectly barren, just like a Tommy had been just last year. He stared, mystified at the sight before him, her reddish inner labial lips protruding from her slit as if they had been squeezed out and glistening with her dew. He'd never seen anything like it before, except perhaps the wings of a moth. As he drew close, he caught the pungent scent of an aroused female for the first time.

"You can touch me," his teacher said. "In fact I want you to touch me."

Tommy reached out to touch and tap the protruding lips, finding them to be very flexible and elastic. Splitting her apart with his index finger, he discovered the slick moist interior, and pushing a lip to the side, he saw how pink the interior was. Hesitantly he slid his finger up her channel and discovered a bump near the nexus of her folds.

"Mmmmm, right there, baby," he heard her whisper. "Yes, right there. Rub it right there." His exploration of her pussy interrupted for the moment, he did exactly as she told him. "Mmmmmm, yes, that's it, baby." A smile spread across his face, he was pleasing her! He continued to rub around and over the mysterious bump and the longer he did it, the more she seemed to enjoy it. "Don't stop," she implored, "don't stop, baby, don't stop." She began squirming, then humping against his swirling index finger. She muttered something unintelligible and suddenly clamped her legs together tightly, trapping his hand between her legs, still he continued swirling around the nubbin, his task made all that more difficult as she was now bucking on the bed, the bucking becoming more pronounced by the second, until she froze and just trembled as if being electrocuted. He then heard her exhale sharply just before she collapsed onto the bed, her body suddenly completely limp. Even so, he continued to rub her clit until she grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

For a long moment she lay still, holding his hand, her breathing labored.

"Are you okay, Ms. Bligh?" the boy asked genuinely concerned.

"I'm great, just great, Tommy," she whispered. "Thank you, baby. You're a sweet boy."

At that point he didn't have a clue as to what to do next, so he did nothing and just lay there between her legs. As he lay there he noticed that her pussy looked different than before. The protruding labial lips were now pronouncedly engorged, swollen and redder than before. They were also very wet, as was his finger which he brought to his nose. In some ways the odor was familiar, reminding him of his arm pits after playing all day, but the smell wasn't offensive, but alluring. Having passed the smell test, he put his finger in his mouth for his first taste of a female's pussy. Other than being salty, it didn't taste like anything he'd tasted before and like the aroma, the taste was alluring.

He looked up between her legs and at the source of the pleasant aroma and taste and remembered why he was here in the first place. "I want you to lick me," he recalled her saying. "Right here," and right here was mere inches away. He scooted up a little, stuck out his tongue and swiped it up between her pussy lips.

"Oh, god, yes, baby! Yes!" he heard her cry out, but her praise wasn't what he was paying attention too, his attention focused on the copious tasty juices he was now lapping up. After just the first few initial swipes of his tongue, he was trying to bury his entire face into her tasty snatch. He felt her hands at the back of his head, pulling him into her cunt and they both went wild. With his tongue he found the deep hole that eluded his initial exploration with his fingers and he probed it as deep as his long tongue could get and scouring as much pussy juice from her as he could get.

Virginia, who was still hot to trot after her first cum at the hands of her young student, let out a howl as another climax quickly over took her. Again her thighs clamped together tightly, trapping her toy boy's head to her cunt.

Tommy felt the vise-like grip on his head, and coupled with her holding his head to her pussy, he now found it impossible to breathe. At first he just held his breath, as he would if he was at the public pool, but unlike when swimming, he couldn't come up for air when he needed to. Concern soon transitioned into panic and panic into a swift graying, then unconsciousness.

Through the waves of ecstasy, Virginia noticed that Tommy, who had been beating on her with his fists, had suddenly gone very still. Somehow she managed to stop grinding his face into her cunt with her hands and at the same time relaxed her legs, giving the boy a chance to catch a breath of fresh air. As for Tommy, the next thing he was aware of was the feeling of a thousand needles jabbing his brain. That and Ms. Bligh asking, "Are you alright, Tommy? Tommy! Speak to me, baby! Tommy, can you hear me?"

"Oh, fuck," he moaned not at all sure if he was okay or not.

"Oh, Tommy! Tommy! Are you okay?"

"Uh, fuck... I guess so," he responded as his head cleared enough to speak. "I mean, yes, Ma'am. I think so."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Uh, I'm okay, Ms. Bligh."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... I mean, yes, Ma'am, I think so."

"I told you to call me Virginia when we're alone together."

"Uh, yes, Ma'am, I mean, Virginia."

"My goodness, look at the time! You've got to go home, Tommy."

"Uh, yeah... I mean..."

"Get up and get dressed. There's no time to lose. Come on, big boy," she implored as she lifted him to a seated position. Upright, she looked him over. He had a dazed look about him and his face was wet. She couldn't help but snicker, "You're just too cute, Tommy.

"Now come on, stand up. That's a boy. You're not still dizzy are you?"

"A little," the boy answered.

"Can you dress yourself?"

"I guess, I mean, yes, Ma'am."

"Then do it, Tommy. You have to get dressed and go home. Your mother will be home soon."

"Where are my clothes?"

"They're still in the kitchen where you left them," she replied.

"Oh, yeah," he said as he stumbled toward the door.

"Wait a minute, Tommy. You need to clean up first. You can't go home smelling like that."

"I like the smell," he replied.

"But your mother will smell it too and start asking questions. And we can't have that, can we?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Then come with me." She took his hand and led him to her master bath and into the oversized walk-in shower.

She turned the water on, the initial cold spray focusing his attention and kick starting his still stunned brain cells. "Oh, fuck!" he cried from the cold wet shock, but it only lasted a few seconds before the water turned hot.

"Scrub your face and hands real good, Tommy," his teacher instructed from the outside of the open shower door.

"That's good, that's good. Now out," she said reaching in and turning off the water. Tommy stepped out, dripping wet and was greeted with a big fluffy towel wielded by his teacher. He stood stock still, letting her dry him off until she had him turn the other way to dry his back. He then followed her to the kitchen, watching her naked haunches flex as she walked ahead of him carrying her robe. In the kitchen Tommy found his clothes and quickly dressed.

Once in the garage, she pushed the button for the door to lift and quickly ducked into her SUV, where she opened the powered liftgate so that Tommy could retrieve his bike.

"Take care, Love. I'll see you tomorrow!" she called out after him.

"Bye, Ms. Bligh!" he called back in return.

Once he was out of sight, she closed the liftgate and the garage door. Back in the kitchen she poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip and proudly said out loud, "He's mine!"

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