Lessons in Love

"Please, Miss... " Johnny whispers.

I stand still for a moment, gazing at his body, his exposed erection. Against my will, I find myself remembering our earlier encounters, yet I hesitate. In the back of my mind I am formulating a plan.

"Cover yourself, Johnny," my voice sounds deep and husky.

"Miss?"

"Cover yourself and come with me." I walk away from him, toward the parking lot and my car. Johnny runs to catch up to me and falls in step at my side.

"Johnny, we are going to continue our lessons. I will hear no argument."

"Yes, Miss," he answers, sounding almost disappointed.

"You will have to work doubly hard now, Johnny. There will be extra lessons now as well as those we worked on before."

"MISS!" Johnny begins to protest. "MORE??"

"Get in the car," I murmur, unlocking the door and walking around to the driver's side. As I slip in, I buckle myself and place the key in the ignition. "We are going to begin your extra work today, Johnny. You will call your parents when we get to my house and let them know you will be staying for dinner. We have a lot to cover."

I heard him sigh deeply and mumble something under his breath. I almost laughed aloud, knowing that he would certainly be surprised to find what his extra lessons would entail.

Seeing him with Clarissa Marshall was a definite turning point. He couldn't wander around getting girls pregnant because he was not thinking beyond his desires. I would teach him. Teach him how to please and be pleased... Safely.
 
Johnny

He sits quietly in the car as they drive to Chowdry's house. She doesn't say another word but instead curses the motorists in front of them.

"Oh come on! Move it!" she growls.

She looks really mad!

He has seen her strict before. But not like this. Finally they get there.

"Come along, Johnny. Don't dowdle." She snaps, getting out of the car.

Why did she catch me? I am really gonna get it!

"Wash your hands while I make a phone call to your parents."

"Yes, Miss."

When he returns from the bathroom, he sees that she is still on the phone.

"Now make sure that you and your husband have a nice break this weekend."

Putting the phone down, she turns to him...
 
I set the telephone back into its cradle...

as Johnny reenters the room.

"My parents, Miss? Are they going somewhere?" he asks nervously.

"Yes. Your father has a business trip and your mother is going to accompany him. You will stay here with me. There will be much for you to learn. Yes... " I hoped that I would be able to remain stern. Stay in control of my own desires. After all, this was in the boy's best interest. Was it not?

"Miss? I don't have my books," Johnny stammered nervously.

"No worries, Johnny. For this you won't need books that I cannot provide from my own library. Now first things first. Follow me."

"Well, come on!" I called over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen and put on an apron. "This is where we began, Johnny, and this is where we will begin again. Just in a different way."

I began taking vegetables from the crisper and placed them on the cutting board. Removing a knife from the butcher block on the counter, I turned toward him with a smile.

"M... m... miss?" Johnny looked at me wide-eyed, as if he would break and run at any moment. I knew that he was looking for a way to get out of this, but I was sure he would not mind once we began.

"Is that all your vocabulary consists of anymore, Johnny? Miss? Cut these vegetables up while I begin the rice. We will have vegetable curry, I think. You cannot concentrate if your stomach is growling the whole time."
 
Johnny

He stands stupidly by the board. He doesn't know what to do. His parents never made him do chores around the house in his life.

Slowly, he starts to splice...
 
While we worked together to prepare the dinner...

I began to think about how I would begin with Johnny. Should I explain a little bit of what the extra lessons were going to entail or just begin? Finally deciding that he would be far too distracted if I explained anything in advance, I chose to wait until we had finished eating.

An hour and a half later, dinner finished and the dishes washed and set in the drain to dry, I asked Johnny to follow me into my office.

"Sit in your regular place, Johnny" I said as I pulled my own chair up to my desk. I waited for him to be seated before I continued.

"I know you are wondering what this is all about. I will explain all of it in good time. Slowly and step by step. You will do as I say and I want you to understand that this is all for your own good."

He nodded as I continued on.

"I know that Sex Education classes are part of the curriculum at school. What I don't know is how much they teach you, as I have never taught one myself, nor have I sat in on any. Today I saw that you are obviously not well-instructed. You have much to learn. We will work on the premise that you have learned nothing and will begin at the beginning as I mentioned in the kitchen. Personal hygiene."

"Personal hygiene, Miss?" Johnny stammered.

"Yes, you know. Cleanliness is next to godliness and all that drivel you've probably heard all of your life. Well, it isn't drivel. It is something that should be uppermost in your mind. People will judge you by your personal appearance in most facets of life, both publicly and privately. That is where we will begin. Now follow me."

I stood and left the office, climbing the stairs. I felt the slightest twinge as I remembered the last time he and I were on these very steps together. No, Anju! That is not what this is about, I admonish myself as I reach the landing and open the door to the guest bath.

Still unsure, Johnny hesitates at the doorway.

"Come in. Hygiene. Remember?" I said as I started the water running in the shower. "Now undress."
 
The tone in her voice tells him that she will brook no argument.

Trembling the boy starts to undress, his fingers feeling clumsy as he tries to undo his shirt buttons.

"Here! Let me help!"

He watches, hardly daring to breathe as she quickly takes his shirt off.

"You do the rest."

With her eyes on him, he takes off his shoes, his socks. Then his trousers. Leaving only his shorts on.

For some reason, even though they have had sex before. It is like a dream, as it has never have happened. Now, he finds he can't pull down his pants. Instead he just stands there shivering...
 
"Well, Johnny? What are you waiting for?"

The boy just stands there in his boxers, shivering. I know it's not cold. Could he suddenly have become shy? Impossible. I reach out and pull them down over his hips.

"Now step out of those things and get into the shower. Don't be shy," I admonish. "Just think of this as a lesson in cleanliness."

Somewhat reluctantly, Johnny climbs into the shower stall and stands under the running water. I hand him a wash cloth and a fresh bar of soap. "Use it. All over. The shampoo for your hair is there." I indicate a bottle on a corner shelf with a tip of my chin.

"B... but, Miss. I... "

"No buts, Johnny. Wash."

Sliding the glass door closed, I watch to see what he does. I can see his silhouette through the bevelled glass, but he is just standing still. "Wash. Your entire body. If you do not, then I will have to wash it for you."

Johnny slowly begins to lather up the cloth and rub it over himself lightly. I see that I am going to have to show him what I mean. Shaking my head, I unbutton my blouse and remove it, followed by my skirt and my stockings. Leaving my bra and panties on, I step into the shower with him. After all, this is for his benefit, is it not?
 
Johnny

In the wet confines of the cubicle, he has slowly started to wash himself when the door open and Mrs Chowdry steps in.

He stops immediately as he takes in her body, just wearing a bra and knickers.

"Give me that. It is important that you do this right." She says, taking the soap and cloth from him.

But he is not listening, just looking. His eyes hungrily devouring her form even as his penis which has been limp during all this leaps into colossal arousement.

"Now. We first start with your....oh!" He stiffens even more as he sees her looking down at his arousal.

His mind fogs over with lust...
 
When I see his erection...

I am more certain than ever that I am doing this for his own good. If he becomes aroused this easily, and for no apparent reason, then he will be shagging every girl in school. Unacceptable behavior in my mind. At least that's what I try to tell myself... rationalizing my emotions.

I open the bottle of shampoo, indicating that he should close his eyes. "Head to toe, front to back," I say quietly as I pour some into my hand and rub it in with my fingertips. Johnny leans his head back. His erection, jutting out, bumps against my belly as I massage his scalp, spreading the shampoo through his hair.

"Okay, now... Step back and rinse the shampoo out," I instruct him as I begin to lather the cloth to wash his body. Beginning with his face and neck, I move lower to wash his arms and chest, his sides, his thighs. Everywhere except...

I make him turn so that I might wash his back. As my hand guides the cloth covered with the creamy soap, languorously over his back, I feel Johnny's muscles ripple under my fingertips. Feel him moving against my hands.

"Rinse." My voice is barely a whisper, knowing where I will be washing next.
 
Johnny

"Rinse."

He feels himself being pushed under the jet, washing away the soap.

"Now turn."

He turns, facing her again with his swollen shaft pointing straight up towards her. He sees that her hair is now soaking, along with her bra and panties. The sight almost causes him to launch himself at her but he manages to hold back - just. Instead, he just watches her...
 
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The soapy washcloth in my hand...

I stand poised as Johnny turns. I can't fail to notice his erection bobbing between us, bringing back memories of another time...

Control, Anju. You are teaching Johnny. Giving him lessons to help him learn to retain control of his senses. Don't forget that. How will it seem if you cannot follow the very principles you are trying to instill?

Holding eye contact with Johnny, I begin to wash his neck and shoulders. My hand moves deliberately down over his arms and chest, lathering his body. And now...

Johnny looks at me. His questioning eyes wide, his body trembling. Is he afraid or nervous? Taking the bar of soap up after rinsing the cloth I lather it once more, smoothing it over his belly and washing the tight mass of dark curls that surround his still erect penis.

"It is important that you keep yourself clean, Johnny. You understand?" I ask as I envelop his penis within the soft, sudsy confines of the cloth, washing the length of him. My hand moves slowly down over his testicles and behind, then back up again. I can feel him swelling, growing thicker as I continue to wash.

Soaking wet from the spray of the shower, I can feel a different dampness gathering in my most intimate of places as I continue. Looking up at the boy, I see his jaw is slack and I can hear his breath coming in shallow gasps. His hips begin to rock with the motion of my hand.

He can't be? Is he going to ejaculate? Do I permit it? Perhaps the release will make it easier for him to concentrate on his lessons. What are you thinking, Anju?

Looking up, I see that Johnny's eyes are now open and he is staring boldly into mine.
 
Johnny

He groans as he feels her hand on his pulsing hardness, the water raining on his body.

Opening his eyes, he looks directly at her face, minutely examining her face, taking in the way her nose is formed, her chin, her mouth.

That mouth!

He finds himself hungrily looking at her lips. So thick and full. He wants to kiss them, to rub his lips against hers.

"Miss?" He says with a new sense of confidence. "I need to kiss you." His mouth moves closer and closer to hers.

"Johnny. No..." She starts to protest, only to be cut off as his mouth finds hers, his hand grabbing her soaking panties and ripping it off her. A moment later, he has his middle finger slide up to the knuckle inside her hot, wet vagina...
 
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"I need to kiss you."

but my protest goes unheard as Johnny covers my mouth with his own. My panties torn away, he slides his finger into my vagina.

No! I can't let this happen again! I'm only supposed to be teaching him...

My body betrays me as my hips begin to rock against his hand, my own still stroking his engorged erection. Why is it that he has this effect on me? May the gods help me, I want him so badly. I need him!

I cry out as Johnny pulls his finger out of my aching pussy. He grabs my leg, raising it up around his hip as he crouches down pulling free of my hand. I can feel his cock, bobbing between my legs as he lifts me, searching for the entrance to my most intimate of places.

"God, Johnny! We shouldn't. We mustn't," I murmur into his mouth, not meaning a word of what I am saying.

"Mmm hmm," he replies intent only on his goal to enter me. A gutteral moan escapes me when Johnny quickly lunges upward, the swollen helmet of his shaft spreading me open as he impales me.
 
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Johnny

Once fully inserted, he starts hammering away. Each time almost pulling completely before slamming his huge hard erection back into her clutching depths.

"Tell me, Miss." He gasps between thrusts. "Tell me how much you like it. How much better than I am than Mr Chowdry. How much bigger I am."...
 
"Tell me how much better... "

How does he know? How can he tell? Gods he feels so good... I have never known such pleasure.

"Please... Please Johnny" I plead, reluctant to answer yet aching for him to fuck me.

"Tell me, Miss! Tell me," he demands as he thrusts insistently in and out.

My body aches for release. What if I don't tell? Will he stop? I don't want him to stop. I don't ever want him to stop.

"You are bigger, Johnny. You are better! Please... Please just..."
 
Johnny

The verbal exchange almost arouses the boy further. The fact that he is bigger than her husband and she has admitted it almost makes him cum. But not quite.

Grabbing hold of her arse, he helps her push into him, meeting his every power thrust.

"How..much... bigger...Miss?" (meaning her husband's cock). "Am...I....harder....thicker....longer?" He groans between thrusts...
 
"How much... " he demands, needing to know everything...

I gasp as Johnny thrusts into me, my body banging against the wall. Wrapping my legs around him I rock my hips back and forth, grinding against him.

Lost in the fiery passions of his youthful lust, I make mewling sounds. Pleading. Begging. Wanting more... and more of him.

"Half again as big," I groan, tightening my muscles around his swollen cock. I'm so wet. So ready. "I want... I need... Please!"

"Tell me, Miss!" he demands once a gain.

"Thicker... " I scream. "May the gods help me... thicker!"
 
Johnny

Fuck!

Her words makes him move faster. Their bodies colliding with a wet slapping sound.

Suddenly he stops and pulls out, causing Chowdry to gasp.

"What....?"

"I want you to say that you will stop fucking your husband." The boy says, his voice laboured. The need to continue shoving his thick shaft into her almost driving him mad. "I only want you to say that you will only fuck me."

He looks at her face, his erection throbbing against her wet sex...
 
I can't believe what he is asking of me...

Stop having sex with Sanjit! How can you? He's your husband! I argue, my conscience in conflict with my body. Just face it, Anju. Sanjit doesn't please you. He has never pleased you. Only himself. He isn't excited by you. Say it! Tell the boy what he wants to hear. Tell him that you will do as he asks.

I reach out to take Johnny's penis in my hand, but he steps back.

"You can't mean this... You don't know what you are asking of me... " My eyes plead with him to rescind his demand while my body aches to be taken.

"I do. Now tell me! Tell me that you will not fuck anyone but me!" Johnny's lust-filled eyes are gleaming as he stares at me. Demanding me. Willing me to be his alone. Completely and totally.

You want him, Anju. You know you want him more than you've ever wanted anything before. Why shouldn't you be happy for once in your wretched life. Sanjit won't care. He doesn't want you... I open my mouth to answer him, but nothing comes out. Why should Johnny want me? There are so many his own age. Younger. Prettier. Sexier.

"Anju!" The sound of the boy using my given name startles me from my musings. Crushing me against him, he whispers hoarsely in my ear. "Tell me, Anju. Only me. Tell me now!"

"I will! I mean... I won't! Oh, Johnny... I don't know what I mean anymore. Whatever you want, Johnny... I'll do whatever you want! I will be yours alone. Just... just... "

A look of triumph in his eyes, Johnny's mouth hovers over mine as he murmurs between my parted lips, "Now tell me what you want, Anju."

"YOU!" I scream. "May the gods help me... I want YOU!"
 
Johnny

I have won!

The boy grins at the realisation that Anju Chowdry is his. Suddenly, so sure of him he smiles at her as he places his large helmet against her netherlips and slowly pushes in. Noting with satisfaction her loud groan as he slips in deep.

"So you want me?" He asks as his groin hits hers, pressing her small brown body against the wall.

"Yessssss!" She sighs.

"And you will do anything?" He asks as starts to grind his groin against hers.

"Oh Gods! Yessssss!" She says.

He looks at her as she lays against the wall, her eyes closed. He remembers all the times she had given him detection for breaking some stupid rule or made him pick up litter which hadn't even been his.

Every boy in school is scared of this woman and now I am fucking her!

The thought makes his erection flex inside her tight sleeve. She groans as she slowly starts to rock his hips back and forth.

"You like this don't you?" He asks.

"Yesssssss!" She answers.

A thought suddenly hits him. It excites him.

"And you want to do this all weekend? You and me in bed, fucking away? Me pounding you? Pounding you hard?" He asks.

"Ohhhh! Yesssss!" She gasps.

"And you are not going to fuck your husband anymore?"...
 
"And you are not going to fuck your husband anymore?"...

What are you doing, Anju? What are you thinking? I struggled with myself to stay in control, but I knew that it was no use. My body was on fire and all I could think of was putting it out.

With each thrust into my body, Johnny asked another question. I could barely form the words to answer, but I knew each one to be true. I wanted him to fill me. Needed him to fuck me. I didn't want anyone besides him inside of me.

"Ayee... " I screamed as his cock continued to spread me wider, my pussy so full I thought I would burst. "No... no one but you," I gasped. "So big... so hard... Oh... fuck... me... " each word a grunt as Johnny slammed into me, the force of his lunges pummelling my back against the wall.

I didn't care. All I wanted was him and his cock ramming into me, deeper and harder with each successive push.
 
Johnny

He pushes into her relentlessly, keeping his rhythm slow as he feels her again and again. Still talking to her as he moves.

"Miss?" He has decided to revert to address her in the same way one of her pupils would. He takes another moan as an acknowledgement.

"Miss? I need your help. On an assignment." He says...
 
My arms wrapped around Johnny's neck...

I comb my fingers through the hair on the base of his neck. Our bodies are wet and slippery from the shower and slick from our passion. I can't help moaning with pleasure as his hands support my arse, squeezing it as he lifts me up and down the length of his shaft.

My body screams with desire, wanting him to be everywhere at once. Inside. Outside. Against. The nipples on my breasts are hard and the feel of them rubbing against the transparent material of my bra makes me groan yet again. I want his mouth on them. Need his mouth on them.

I cup one and lift it, my fingers tweaking the hardened nub on the other through the lace as I offer it to him. "Suckle it, Johnny... I want your mouth... "

Johnny hesitates, calling me 'Miss' again. This time he is asking me for something other. A favor? Help with an assignment?

"Yes, Johnny... Yes. Whatever it is, I will do it. I just need... "
 
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Johnny

He can hear her desperation in her voice causing his heart to beat harder at the thought that she may agree to his idea.

"It's an assignment by Mr Muller, my Biology teacher."

"Mr Muller..?" She gasps, obviously not understanding what Johnny is saying.

"He says...*gasps*... that as women get older, they get less fertile." The boy says, still keeping his thrusts slow and regular.

"Fertile...?"

Johnny feels his excitement growing as he continues.

"I don't agree, Miss. I think women even, say, your age could easily get pregnant." At the word pregnant, he gives Mrs Chowdry a hard thrust.

"I bet that if we did this all weekend, I could easily get you pregnant." At that moment, he bends down and takes her nipple in his mouth...
 
What can he be thinking??

You've gone completely mad now Anju! Pregnant. He wants to get you pregnant! This is insanity!

Before I can respond, Johnny's mouth had found its way to my breast. Taking my nipple between his teeth, he bit gently at first and then more firmly causing me to cry out in pain. I could feel him undoing the clasp as he looked up, grinning.

How can I agree to this? How can I... Gods how can I resist?

Suddenly I begin to tense, all thoughts forgotten as I grind in small slow circles against his groin. Sensing my need Johnny begins to thrust faster, the sound of our wet bodies slapping together helps to carry me over the edge.

"Fuck me hard, Johnny! I'm cumming! Fill me with your hot seed!" I scream deliriously as spasms carom throughout my pussy, my muscles contracting around his throbbing cock.
 
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