Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.******At age 40, Julia McD. still has a good figure, even though her breasts are starting to sag. She is slightly plump, her buttocks weave and her torso has a rhythm that causes the boys in the all-boys school to snicker behind her back. Julia admits having had several affairs with adult men."There was another teacher that used to fool with me. He would use his fingers on me, to pull on my clitoris, and to pry apart my vaginal folds. He's slide his two fingers in and out and help to get me excited."Then I'd use my hands on him and slide his flesh; he had a long foreskin and it sort of repulsed me. I always liked the 'clean cut' types of boys. But I'd play with him, then when he would get all rigid and hot, he would take me."How did Julia feel about this so-called normal sex? "It left me feeling sort of empty. I mean, not empty in that sense of the word because that man was well built and he knew how to plow into a woman; but the way we'd just diddle one another, and then play around, and have sex, it was sort of too conventional."Julia has had a penchant for oralism as far back as she could remember. "I want to feel as if I am in charge and in full power. With my mouth, I have the power that I always wanted. Then I'm in control. It's not the same as if I spread my legs and roll my breasts and then a man takes me. I have no control over that. No, it's when I use my mouth that I'm the master. Also, I like when someone uses his mouth on me. That way, it excites me and it can last for a half hour or more before I go off."When a man takes me the usual way, it's over in just a few minutes. You know how women are slower in arousal and how they like to have the heat build up slowly until it envelopes the entire body. Well, when a man uses his mouth and lips on me, then it can last for a wonderful eternity."Julia is a dramatic teacher at an all-boys school in a smaller suburb of a mid-western state. She arranged for a class play to be performed. It involved the wearing of special types of old English costumes. It took place during the era of Robin Hood and this called for the wearing of ballet like tights.
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At age 40, Julia McD. still has a good figure, even though her breasts are starting to sag. She is slightly plump, her buttocks weave and her torso has a rhythm that causes the boys in the all-boys school to snicker behind her back. Julia admits having had several affairs with adult men.
"There was another teacher that used to fool with me. He would use his fingers on me, to pull on my clitoris, and to pry apart my vaginal folds. He's slide his two fingers in and out and help to get me excited.
"Then I'd use my hands on him and slide his flesh; he had a long foreskin and it sort of repulsed me. I always liked the 'clean cut' types of boys. But I'd play with him, then when he would get all rigid and hot, he would take me."
How did Julia feel about this so-called normal sex? "It left me feeling sort of empty. I mean, not empty in that sense of the word because that man was well built and he knew how to plow into a woman; but the way we'd just diddle one another, and then play around, and have sex, it was sort of too conventional."
Julia has had a penchant for oralism as far back as she could remember. "I want to feel as if I am in charge and in full power. With my mouth, I have the power that I always wanted. Then I'm in control. It's not the same as if I spread my legs and roll my breasts and then a man takes me. I have no control over that. No, it's when I use my mouth that I'm the master. Also, I like when someone uses his mouth on me. That way, it excites me and it can last for a half hour or more before I go off.
"When a man takes me the usual way, it's over in just a few minutes. You know how women are slower in arousal and how they like to have the heat build up slowly until it envelopes the entire body. Well, when a man uses his mouth and lips on me, then it can last for a wonderful eternity."
Julia is a dramatic teacher at an all-boys school in a smaller suburb of a mid-western state. She arranged for a class play to be performed. It involved the wearing of special types of old English costumes. It took place during the era of Robin Hood and this called for the wearing of ballet like tights.
"There were two boys-about 18, I think. So handsome, with the long hair they wear these days, right over their foreheads. There's blond Brucie and his close friend, the redheaded Peter. Both are like sleek young animals with smooth bodies, cherubic faces that still have some baby fat, bright eyes that are sensual and the way they move themselves, it's enough to make me grow hot and have a climax just thinking of them.
"Well, I decided I was going to have them. You can imagine how frustrated it if for me to see these virile young boys virgins letting all of it go to waste. I know they play with themselves and that's what makes me so mad. Here I am, ready to take it and here they are, wasting it while using their hands on themselves. So I made my plans."
Julia McD. then told of how she seduced and debauched the two boys.
The school was going to put on a play during the era of Robin Hood in Merrie Olde England. Julia arranged the stage setting, rehearsed the boys, and took the only female role for herself. (This was an all-boys school, as you may recall.)
She went into the dressing room on the afternoon of the final dress rehearsal. Backstage in the musty old theatre used for the school plays it was a hubbub of excitement. The boys all giggled as they talked about the play. Their voices could be heard across the thin plywood partition that separated the makeshift dressing rooms.
Julia was aware that somebody at some time in the past had bored peep holes through the partition. She felt herself grow hot with desire. She would strip herself naked, if only for a few moments, and let the boys get a peeping eyeful.
But she had to wait because the two boys she especially desired, Bruce and Peter, would be the last ones to get into their costumes. She waited until the boys' dressing room was quiet.
Then she heard Bruce's familiar and piping voice, still in the throes of adolescent change, come up with:
"Hey, don't we get to wear any jock strap? Man, I can't go out on the stage with this showing." He laughed as the other boy remarked, "That thing is as big as your leg. Bet you'll get all the girls excited. Hey, what do you do to make it so big? Fool with it? Bet you fool with it in the bathroom."
Nervous and embarrassed laughter followed.
Julia's face flushed with excitement as she bent to peep. She knew the boys would not yet peep because they were talking. Usually, when they peeped they were extremely quiet, save their belaboured and sexually aroused shallow breathing.
Her eye fitted the small peep hole and she almost swooned to see a near-naked blond Bruce, his strong young 18-year body as sturdy as a colt. He had well-rounded buttocks, the backs of his thighs were smooth and pink; there was the promise of broad shoulder muscles. His deeply indented spinal column was flanked with protruding wing-like shoulder blades. Each movement was an athletic rhythm. When he turned, his shocking maleness was revealed in its semi-flaccid state. The huge pouch with the twin orbs was proof that Nature had made him sexually developed; he was, in the poetic sense, a boy with the body of a man. He was still innocently unaware of his power. Set in the golden mesh, his enormous pride was trigger-sensitive so that when the near-nude Peter sideswiped a hand, it was enough to make Bruce grow red-faced with embarrassment.
"Hey, lemme alone," he gasped in a choked tone. At the same time, his turquoise blue eyes took in his buddy's wire-thin but supple body, the red hair making him all the more fresh and alive. He, too, was generously endowed, and set in the midst of the rust-hue was his enviable power.
"We better get a move on. When I take off my clothes, I get so hot I just can't stand it. Damn it," Peter slithered into his tights and tried to stuff his rigid power within the doubly-enforced crotch, "I sure hope it doesn't show. Maybe I should have taken an ice cold shower to cool off."
The other boy, flushed and excited by being naked and alone, piped up, "Want me to give you a hand job?" Peter used lewd language. "I'm no queer, damn you." Seeing the two young studs, their muscular sinews bulging with the vitality of sensual pre-adolescence was enough to make the peeping teacher feel the heat envelope her senses. To add to her sexual frustration was the spectacle of young bodies in old English type costumes that outlined firm buttocks, smooth limbs and the noticeable bulges. The boys, themselves, were often so innocent of the power they stuffed into their trunks and their starry-eyed gazes made them all the more appealing.
Just then, a knock was heard on the door. Julia instantly straightened up. "Yes?"
"About eighteen more minutes before curtain time," piped up the falsetto boy of the school who was acting as a stage manager. "Get ready, please."
"Very well," Julia said in a too-loud voice, hoping the two boys in the adjoining room would know of her presence, "just let me get dressed."
There was a strange muffled silence. Julia felt the heat rising. She knew what the boys, Bruce and Peter, were going to do. The sudden silence indicated they were aware of her presence and were going to peep.
Quickly, and trying to put on an innocent and unknowing mien, Julia stripped out of her dress. She could feel their hot eyes through the peepholes. She felt the crawly sensation of arousal when she heard a distinct chortle, "Lookit that pair she's got on top. Bet she's hot to trot."
"Shut up!" came the other boy's whispered command. "Want to get us in trouble?" The rest of his lewd words were garbled.
Julia's body was tingling with fire now as she enjoyed this exhibitionistic display. She had a strange thrill out of knowing the boy virgins were peeping on her. She feigned looking for some misplaced items.
As she bent over, clad only in a pair of too-tight panties and a halfcup bra, she could feel their google eyes on her spread-eagled flanks. She wriggled about, letting her breasts roll to add to the excitement.
When she stood up again, she now turned to face the peep hole. Quickly, she reached behind, unhooked her bra. When her huge globes bounced forth, the enormous nipples as huge as big red erasers poking impudently, she could hear Bruce exclaim, "How'd you like to get that?" Then he was whispering and the two boys made typical boyish giggles and derisive laughter; it was all supposed to be hushed and quiet but the teacher heard it all. "Quiet ... I sure hope she pulls down her panties. I wanta see her...." He used the slang expression for the vagina.
Julia's figure, as stated earlier, was showing signs of sag but to the boys, it was a soon-to-be-nude figure and in their pop-eyed and gaping innocence, it was all they cared about. They had not yet matured enough to know about selectivity and beauty. So they were aroused even though Julia might not have the same influence upon more sexually matured males.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we see one reason why adult teachers favour and seduce young boy students; there is little chance of disappointment or even failure because the young boys are immature and non-selective and will become stimulated with any female of any age. Thus, the adult woman teacher need have no doubts about pleasing a partner. She is confident that she will succeed.)
The two peeping boys grew hot and perspired as they saw Julia hook her fingers into her elastic band. Then the 40-plus teacher slithered out of her panties and her naked vulva groove and hirsute-adorned genitalia was exposed to the boys.
She could feel her heart pounding as she simultaneously felt their hot gazes on her most intimate womanhood. To add to the excitement, she ran her fingertips up and down her inner thighs, then she just fondled her raised woman mound.
The boys were now rigid. They felt the sweat pour down their armpits, soaking their tights. Bruce was saying in a tight voice, "I'd sure like that. Never knew Miss McD ... was that hot. OOO, maybe she'll stick her fingers into it ... "
Peter was crouching low. "Hey, you're getting so damn big," he was heard to say. "Want to rub it?"
But then, just as the nude schoolteacher was thrilling to this exhibitionistic display, the warning bell sounded. She cursed under her breath. She would have thrilled to put on a masturbation-tease before the boys but now it was time to go on stage.
"I'll have to hurry," she said, but already she formed plans for getting the two hot-eyed boys in her clutches ... and in her mouth!
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a final rehearsal for the play. The teacher put the boys through their routines, all the time aware of the hot flush of anxiety of both Bruce and Peter. Time after time, they were caught looking at the teacher in more than just a casual way. And Julia, herself, continued to instinctively look at the well-filled elongated crotches of all the boys, growing tingly and frustrated with anxiety.
"I think we're going to have a good show, boys," announced Julia at the end of the rehearsal. Surrounded by vibrant young bodies, flushed with youth, made her feel more younger than she cared to admit. "I know well have a wonderful performance."
As anticipated, the school play was quite a rousing local success. All the while, Julia kept making plans. She had to have the two boys, to feel their mouths on her and to orally rape them, or she would go out of her mind.
The desire was incensed to furnace heat when she saw their trim loins, their well-rounded buttocks and the gluteal muscles moving in innocent rhythm. They had an athletic grace that whetted their lascivious appeal. If Julia did not have them, she would go crazy!
Then, the day after the play, she told Bruce and Peter, after having dismissed the class, "I would like to speak to both of you ... privately."
The boys, stammering and shy, shuffling in their shoes, looked from one to another. "Yes, ma'am."
Then she came to the point as the other boys left the room, "I have several training records and tapes that I want both of you to study. You didn't do so well in the play. You need some extra lessons. If you expect to pass, then you'll need to rehearse speech and elocution with these records."
"Yes, ma'am," said the shy Bruce, his blond hair adding a cherub-radiance glow to his pink, round face. His petal pink lips looked fetching. "Where shall we listen to the records?" He kept looking at her ample bosom, remembering their warm nakedness when he peeped.
"I have them at home." She noticed the flicker of their eyelids. She spoke quickly and managed to keep her cool. "It's suggested that both of you come to my home at least two evenings a week. It's best that you do this as soon as possible because we're nearing the mid-term exams and your marks are very low. If you show good work when you listen to the audio demonstrations, then I should be able to give you a passing mark."
"Well, if you say so," mumbled the red-haired Peter. His hair was the colour of a brilliant rust; his bright blue eyes were as sensuous as his full lips. He, like the other boys, wore tight pants as per the current "mod" style. His thick trunk and the bulge of his life was his highlight. Yet, the frustration of it was that he and the available girls of the town were still childishly unaware of the power that he had. The teacher would change it all. "When can we come?"
She looked over an appointment book and feigned a schedule. She stuck a pencil point in her mouth, instantly wishing it could be this boy's rigid organ so she could bring him to a peak and initiate him into the rites of Eros. She sucked the pencil point as she cogitated.
Then the teacher said, "I suggest both of you be at my home this coming Tuesday, at about 7 o'clock. That'll give us time to have dinner. I'll set up the equipment and note books. We may even make some tape recordings. My address is 69 Main Street." She assumed her typical professional attitude. "Be prompt!"
It was an eternity before the appointment hour arrived. As if wanting to store up her own sexual energies, Julia refrained from self-excitation. When the boys came to her study, she was now so aroused with anticipation, she could scarcely control herself. Now she would orally seduce these two boys.
THE STUDENTS FORCED INTO PERVERSION
Julia, the teacher, pretended giving the two boys their elocution lessons, filled out some charts, then she stretched and yawned, letting her big breasts roll around for the boys' shy and giggly embarrassment. She noted they were perspiring and were already excited.
"Wed, you did quite well. I think I'll be able to give you a passing grade if you keep this up. But you'll have to come here at least twice a week, even more. Does that interfere with your plans, boys?"
Bruce scratched his blond head. "No, ma'am, we don't have much else to do except look at television."
That was when she asked, "Don't you go out with girls? You shouldn't work and study all the time. I think you would appeal to a girl. Both of you are rather good looking. Or, don't you care for girls?" She crossed her legs, letting her mini skirt ride up high, to expose the smoothness of her ample thighs.
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