Hung

by Legaleagel

Chapter One - New kid at school

Billy West sighed and turned his gaze to the classroom window. It wasn’t that he was normally a bad student, but on this hot May afternoon he was having trouble concentrating on the dull lesson. The teacher was Mr. Harrison, a young fresh faced man in his late 20s, and he was currently outlining the town’s early history. Usually Billy enjoyed this subject but in this case he couldn’t keep his mind focused on the problems facing the early settlers.

Instead he found his gaze drawn to his window side view of the school playing fields where the cheerleading squad was holding its afternoon practice. Currently they were all bent over in a line, their panty clad teenage buttocks on display for everyone to see. If Billy didn’t know better he’d swear they were engaged in a conspiracy to drive his frustration past breaking point. In particular his eyes were drawn to Tammy the head cheerleader and the way her skirt flipped up whenever she moved allowing him an unrestricted view of her long toned legs and panties so tight they appeared sprayed on. Of course she was three years older than him and the chances of her being aware of his existence let alone talking to him were less than zero. With a sigh Billy looked away, back to the lesson.

From his quick glance around the classroom it looked like most of his fellow students felt the same way he did, slumped in their chairs counting the seconds till the end of school. Of course, most of them had the excuse that they had been born here and so had probably heard the story of the early settlers a dozen times before.

To his right sat his only friend Ross who was currently doodling in his exercise book, no doubt thinking about his new games console at home. In front was Sally the resident class nerd who was probably the only person paying close attention to what Mr. Harrison was saying. As usual she was dressed in a conservative fashion although he suddenly noticed that her jeans had slipped down slightly. Leaning forwards slightly as unobtrusively as possible he realized that he could just make out the top of her underwear poking over the top and…he frowned that couldn’t be what he thought it was? It looked like Sally had the top of a tattoo on her lower back just covered by her pants? It was difficult if not impossible for someone his age to get a tattoo and he couldn’t see Sally as the type of girl who’d want one.

“Billy?”

He was shocked out of his daydream by Mr. Harrison’s voice “Billy, as a newcomer to our town what do you think about this?” He looked up to find Mr. Harrison looking at him expectantly from the front, his eyebrows raised.

Billy gulped slightly, he didn’t have a clue what the teacher had been talking about and decided to take a wild stab at an answer before it became obvious he hadn’t been listening “Its really interesting, sir” he ventured, painfully aware as he said it how sycophantic it made him sound. Obviously the class did to as they are tittered, enjoying his discomfort.

There was a half second pause where he was genuinely worried that Mr. Harrison might ask him to elaborate on this but apparently satisfied the teacher nodded, “I’m glad to hear that someone finds it interesting. What do you think about the land purchase Simon?” he asked suddenly rounding on a boy on the front row who had been laughing slightly louder than the rest.

Billy breathed a sigh of relief as it was Simon's turn to be put in the spotlight. He’d just managed to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation. He had been scared that he might have been called to the front of the class to give the answer, an act that would have revealed the slight bulge in his pants caused by his earlier view of the cheerleaders and Sally's panties. The last thing he needed at the moment was to be branded anymore of a freak or an outsider than he already was.

Tommy had only been at the school two weeks and he didn’t feel any more settled then when he had first walked in through the school gates. By nature he was a shy boy who looked slightly younger than his fourteen years due to his short height and slight build. In truth there was nothing in particular to distinguish him. His grades weren’t especially good and while never being picked last for any of the sports teams he was never going to be a jock. So far the only person he’d really gotten to know was Ross who was also considered a bit of a geek and social outcast. In Ross's case it was due to his temperament and build, in Billy’s it was due to his unusual upbringing.

Before his mother had decided to move them out to this quiet mid-western town, Billy had spent his life flitting between the wilds of Canada and big city life in Toronto and Vancouver. Big city life he understood and countryside life he understood, small town life and suburbia was something else entirely as far as he was concerned.

His parents’ frequent movements had been due to their profession as medical experts working in the field of new diseases and medicines. They’d always moved from hospital to hospital and had done financially well enough out of it to be able to spend several months out of every year in their log cabin in the Rockies, conducting their own private research. Then of course his father had died suddenly of a heart attack and his mother had decided that what both her children needed was the stability of a permanent home and a new start and had moved them out to this small town in the middle of nowhere.

Billy’s mother had taken up the role of director of the towns' one and only abortion clinic, which covered the local area and even some larger nearby cities that for whatever reason didn’t have one. Somehow she had used her contacts in the scientific establishment in Washington to wrangle the funding for it. While Billy supported his mothers career choice he did wonder why it had to be something that caused so much controversy. Since they’d arrived in town they’d received quite a few pieces of hate mail in the post and a local priest had actually taken the step of denouncing her from his pulpit one Sunday. While the town’s population on the whole seemed religiously moderate they were by nature conservative and so while they hadn’t been hostile they hadn’t exactly been welcoming either. Of course this had had a knock on effect at school and Billy had had to endure a few comments from students about his mom’s job. By and large he was good at ignoring them. The worst moment was when he’d been informed in the school cafeteria by a few members of the school Christian society that he wouldn’t be welcome as a member. Actually Billy had no interest in joining the Christian society to read the Bible and sing hymns, which is mostly what they seemed to do, but such public rejection still hurt. What was worse was that the head of the Christian society was Melissa a tall fair haired girl he'd actually had a bit of a crush on. Of course this was before he discovered she was the daughter of the preacher that had denounced his mother. She’d clearly seen it as her duty to continue her fathers work within the school and had made several snide remarks to Billy in the corridor.

Conversely his sister had taken to big town life like a duck to water instantly fitting into the high school and becoming popular. Billy had hoped that some of this popularity might rub off on him, but so far if it had he hadn’t noticed it. He got along with his sister with the usual frictions of sibling relationships but he certainly wasn’t as close to her since their father had died and she’d formed a new circle of friends here. From a few snatches of overheard conversations in the restrooms he’d gathered that his sister was considered one of the school’s lookers. One of the elite girls reserved for the football team or other members of the school elite and to be lusted after by everybody else. Even Billy as her brother had to admit that she’d blossomed in the past two years going from the freckled tomboy that he used to climb trees with to a sophisticated young woman.

Eventually after what seemed like a lifetime the bell rang signaling the end of the class and also the end of school. Mr. Harrison had to raise his voice over the scrape of chairs being pushed back and general scuffle as students tried to escape as quickly as possible.

“Ok class, I want you to get the assignments done over the weekend and if you could all refrain from doing them last thing on Sunday evening that would be great”.

This drew a slight knowing chuckle from a few members of the class but otherwise it was ignored as everybody was mainly concentrating on gathering up their bags and heading for the door chatting amongst themselves about their plans for the weekend, all thoughts of learning gone. Billy himself was halfway out of the door, into the corridor when he heard his teacher call out after him “Billy, can you stay behind for a minute?”

Billy sighed, “Yeah, sure Mr. Harrison”. He dropped the rucksack from his shoulders and turned to face the teacher fully expecting a lecture on the fact he hadn’t been paying attention in class.

Mr. Harrison was a youngish teacher in his late 20 about five foot eleven with tousled brown hair, glasses and a casual attitude. He was never going to be classically good looking as he was a bit too geeky but he had an easy affable style that made him popular with students.

“Is it ok if I have a quick word?” he asked leaning back against his desk “you don’t have plans I mean?”

Billy shrugged in a non-committal fashion. Actually he’d been planning to walk home with Ross and knew he’d be waiting for him outside the classroom, but also knew that if this took any longer than a few minutes he’d probably start off without him. Frankly he’d do the same in his position.

Mr. Harrison looked him full in the eye, “It’s been what…? Three weeks since you started school, how’s it going so far?”

Billy made an effort to pull himself together a bit. The last thing he wanted was for the teachers to start feeling sorry for him or word to get out that he was going crying to the teachers about his lot in life.

“Its good thank you sir, I’m getting the hang of the school and the lessons”.

“And making friends?”

“A few”, Billy nodded

“Ok, well this goes against what I normally tell people but for the time being just keep your head down and try and fit in….I know moving to a new school isn’t easy”. He looked down for a second and then back up and grinned “I bet your sick by now of people telling you that this school isn’t too terrible”. He grinned again, “Well it’s true”.

Billy sighed inwardly, obviously Mr. Harrison hadn’t really taken a proper look at him. If there was one thing Tommy was good at was keeping his head down and fitting in. Not through any special effort on his part but because he was so thoroughly unremarkable. There wasn’t anything about him that stood out for people to notice.

Mr. Harrison had obviously found a theme he enjoyed talking about. “When I was a teenager I was an army brat, every year or so we’d move to a different camp or even a different country. I never really settled down till I came here but once you get to know people you'll find that they're pretty decent”.

Billy studied him curiously finally deciding that he might as well contribute to the conversation properly “and you’re really happy here?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be? Look small town life isn’t so bad, its not all picket fences and David Lynch movies...actually maybe that’s a bit before your time. Anyway I’m sure before the summer holidays you’ll make some more friends and then you’ll get up to the usual adventures boys have”.

Again Billy shrugged “Yeah, I suppose so”.

“Well think about what I said over the weekend. Remember when you get to this age you start making your own family to surround you. Now you better be getting home”. For a second he caught Billy's eye properly and Billy got a weird feeling that the family comment should mean something but just as quickly Mr. Harrison had turned and was using a cloth to wipe the chalk lesson plan off the board.

Billy took this final slightly cryptic remark as a sign that the talk was over and gratefully scooped up his bag and headed out the door into the school corridor. As he’d predicted, Ross was nowhere in sight meaning he’d have to walk home on his own.

His main worry was making it back home in one piece. Just the week before, he had incurred the wrath of one of the school bullies and his gang of hangers on. Bobby Maxwell was three years older then Billy and considerably bigger. Billy had made the mistake of bumping into him in the cafeteria spilling Bobby’s drink. At the time Bobby couldn’t do anything in retaliation but had made it quite clear when he got hold of him outside the school gates then he’d be handing out a beating. So far Billy had managed to stay out of his way through a combination of skill and luck. However he’d also had to endure taunts from various members of Bobby’s gang when he passed them in the corridors. Normally he counted on the vast exodus of students at the end of the day to provide him with both cover and protection. Now the school was deserted he’d have to just try and make sure he got home as quickly as possible without running into any of them.

The school was a typical product of 1950s American architecture with wide spaced out corridors with room for lockers down either side and Billy hurried down the main one towards the exit as quickly as possible. He was just outside the school nurse’s office when he heard raised voices coming from inside. Billy didn’t intend to eavesdrop but as he drew closer he moved slightly toward the wall so he could hear what was being said. From the tone of the voices it sounded like an argument. Gradually as he strained to hear he realized who it was speaking. The first voice belonged to the school nurse Ms Michaels which made sense as it was her office….the second voice he suddenly realized was Principal Madison’s. He’d only heard her speak a couple of times at a few assemblies she’d taken but it was definitely her voice. Currently it was her doing the talking.

"No, Sarah, I can't allow it..."

Chapter Two - The Plot Thickens

Pressing up close to the door Billy strained to hear what was being said.

“I don’t see that we have a choice” Nurse Michaels was arguing “You know as well as I do, he’s the most promising candidate we’ve got at the moment”, she paused and then said in a softer voice “and ultimately it’s not up to you”.

Principal Madison bridled “While he’s still a student at my school I still have some say in the matter. I’ve spoken to James about this and he shares my concerns”.

“Oh, James worries too much,” Michaels scoffed, “I sometimes wonder if he enjoys membership at all.”

“Hmm, that’s funny, I don’t recall you saying that on Saturday night,” The Principal challenged her,

“But this time I agree with him, Ryan’s got a bright future in this town and I don’t want to see him mess it up by antagonizing the council”.

“Only if he fails. If he wins he’ll get a seat and we’ll finally be able to counter Harlan’s influence. The other members aren’t as fixed as you think, James has spoken to them. Masters has some sympathy for us, the others are just set in their ways, they just go along with Harlan because he’s been in charge forever. Plus times have changed, its not like thirty years ago, even if Ryan loses what’s the worse they can do?”

“I’m still not sure” the Principal insisted but the tone of her voice made it clear her resolve was weakening.

Nurse Michaels pressed home her advantage “Also how many times does a place become available. This might be the only opportunity we have for the next five years or more, also” she paused clearly unsure how to go on “I’ve been talking to Caroline again…”

There was a slight hiss from Principal Madison and her voice became noticeably frostier “What about?”

“She says she’s almost perfected it”.

“And she wants a guinea pig to test it on? You can tell Summers it’ll be over my dead body. End of discussion”. The Principal was clearly angry about this as her voice had risen noticeably “Anyway it might not even come to a contest, we don’t even know how many people, if any, are going to throw their hat into the ring”.

“Well Harlan’s going to definitely try and put his son up, the chance to consolidate his hold on the council would be to big to pass up. Harry might stand but we both know he doesn’t stand a chance. I think Ryan would have an excellent chance”.

“Well…the gathering won’t be until October, that gives us six months…” she broke off “What’s that noise?”

Billy had been concentrating so hard on their conversation he’d missed the loud buzzing coming from his school bag. He swore under his breath and quickly moved away from the door before either of them could come and investigate the sound. Dodging round the corridor he slipped into the nearby boy’s restroom, the most convenient and safest hiding place he could think off. Entering a cubicle he shut the door and retrieved the buzzing pill box from his bag.

Billy had been born with a slight hormone deficiency; in part this explained his slight build and short stature. Luckily because both of his parents were Doctors it had been spotted very early on in his life and a suitable program of treatment devised. In practice this meant that he had to take a small pill four times a day that boosted certain hormone levels. When he’d first been old enough to understand what was wrong with him he’d been angry for weeks, his rage focused against his parents for unwittingly passing this condition onto him via recessive genes. It had seemed so unfair… not only that he was always going to be smaller than the other kids growing up, even his own sister, but he was stuck having to take medication for it for the rest of his life, a fact drummed into him from early childhood.

The only time he hadn’t was twelve months previously when he and a few friends had gone to summer camp together. He’d forgotten to take the pills with him and had been so swept up in the excitement of camp that he hadn’t noticed till he arrived home. Both his parents had been frantic with worry and he’d been given a long lecture about their importance. Actually as far as Billy could see he hadn’t suffered any ill effects, but then he wasn’t a Doctor and he’d seen the genuine fear and concern on his mothers face. Soon after that incident she’d bought him a special container that held his supply of pills and was programmed to alert him four times a day to take them. He was normally pretty good at remembering them though so rarely had to hear the reminder buzzer.

As he hid inside the cubicle he pondered over the exchange he’d just overhead. He couldn’t make sense it. Nurse Michaels wanted a student from the school called Ryan to take part in some sort of contest or challenge but Principal Madison was against it and James agreed with her. He knew Mr. Harrison’s first name was James so it might have been referring to him but he couldn’t be sure, likewise with Ryan as there must be several students with that name in a school this big. But what exactly was it that the Nurse wanted them to do and what had she been doing on Saturday night that James had in someway been involved in? Also what council had they been referring to? It couldn’t have been the town council as no one under 21 was eligible to sit on it plus the elections weren’t until November not October which was when Principal Madison had mentioned a gathering. He frowned there had been other names mentioned that he wasn’t familiar with. Harlan, Brooks and Masters, they certainly weren’t teachers at the school. If he hadn’t been such a newcomer to the town maybe the various names she’d mentioned might mean something to him. However the last name, when the Principal had become extremely angry, Caroline…what was it?...Summers, that was it, Caroline Summers. That name was familiar and Billy was sure he had heard it somewhere before. He’d have to have a proper think about that later, maybe ask his mother.

He waited five extra minutes till he was sure the coast would be clear and then left the restroom hoping desperately he wouldn’t run into anyone between here and home. His hopes were dashed as he turned the corner into the main corridor to see two figures leaning against the lockers, and for a worried second he thought it might be Nurse Michaels and Principal Madison but a second glance revealed that one of the figures was distinctly male, the other was…the breath caught in his throat.

Leaning against a locker was Tammy, the head cheerleader he had been fantasizing about earlier. She had changed from her cheerleading outfit and was now just wearing jeans and a crop top. On most girls this would have been hot but on Tammy it was genuinely mouth watering. The crop top left her smooth toned stomach on display while providing a stunning view of her more than ample cleavage. Large and pert her breast were nigh on perfect, sitting high on her chest defying gravity in the way only a 17 year olds could. In fact as he drew closer he could make out the tell tale twin bumps that even he knew meant she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her nipples were erect. All of this was topped off with a classically beautiful face framed by golden shoulder length bangs and full lips that put Angelina Jolie’s to shame. She was like a young Britney Spears, a perfect playboy centerfold in the making.

Billy had no real interest in any sort of sports but had already attended several of the schools football games to see her and her fellow cheerleaders in all their glory. Watching her out on the field bounce and wriggle to the music contorting her body into positions she knew must drive men absolutely wild was a huge turn on. She was a natural at it too. Some girls went through the routines with a permanent frown as they struggled to stay in time or remember a particularly tricky routine while others did the same but with a fixed unnatural smile they wore in an attempt to hide their concentration. Tammy on the other hand moved as if she was one with the music and if she was genuinely enjoying it. She had a way of looking at the crowd that made it seem she was making individual eye contact with everybody in the stands and that she was doing this dance just for them. When he watched her he also felt as if she was about to wink at him at any moment, a sign she had spotted him and appreciated his support.

The idea that only a thin layer of cotton separated her breasts from Billy’s gaze was an immensely appealing one. However the problem was these breasts were currently being pressed against Ryan Jones the captain of the football team. Ryan was everything Billy wasn’t, at least six foot three and seemingly built of solid muscle. What was most irritating though was the fact that Ryan was a really nice guy. He was a hard worker in his studies and was always seemingly pleasant to everyone. In his first week of school Billy had dropped his books in the corridor and Ryan had bent down to help him pick them up. In every other school Billy had ever been in a jock behaving in this way was almost unthinkable especially to someone as manifestly out of his social league as Billy was.

It suddenly twigged in his mind. Ryan must be the student the Nurse and Principal had been discussing. He wondered if he knew he was being talked about like this by the members of staff and should he tell him what he had heard but then decided against it. Firstly it wasn’t really any of his business, secondly he’d been eavesdropping and thirdly Ryan might already know about it and not appreciate his affairs being talked about. Of course the biggest problem was that despite Ryan’s friendliness he had no idea how he might initiate a conversation with the giant footballer, especially with Tammy there as well.

As he got closer he saw Ryan lean in and whisper something in her ear. It was probably obscene as Tammy reacted with a shocked giggle and pressed into him squashing her big breasts onto his chest in a way that made them bulge even more. Billy felt his penis stiffen and he shifted his bag round so he would be provided some cover as he passed.

Right at this moment he’d have given absolutely everything, even his eternal soul to swap places with Ryan. To have Tammy’s breasts pressed against him, her hot breath on his neck and the promise of the evening to come. The idea that those succulent juicy lips would in all likelihood be pressed against Ryan’s cock tonight, her tongue running all over its length, her soft fluttering kisses…

Ryan looked round suddenly and registered that Billy was there, “Hi Billy” he greeted him.

“Uh, hi Ryan” Billy stuttered back, shocked back to reality by the unexpected greeting. He knew that if he tried to converse with either of them right now he’d either make a complete fool of himself or they’d notice the bulge in his trousers so he quickened his pace slightly

“Billy” this time it was Tammy who’d spoken. He spun round hardly daring to look her in the eye “can you tell your sister that if she’s still interested she can try out for the squad next Wednesday after school”.

“Uh yeah sure” he said with a bob of his head desperately trying to keep his eyes fixed on hers and not allowing them to drift down to her cleavage. To avoid this he glanced across slightly to Ryan who was showing polite interest and his eye was caught by a small silver badge pinned to Ryan’s football jacket. It looked like a small horse or donkey reared up on its hind legs. For the second time in under an hour Billy was hit by a strange feeling of familiarity. He’d seen the symbol somewhere before, he just knew it but where and when he couldn’t place. If Ryan saw him staring he didn’t show any sign just squeezed Tammy’s ass as she gave Billy some additional information about the tryouts. “I’ll tell my sister when I see her tonight,” he told her.

“Thanks champ” she said flashing him a dazzling smile before turning her attentions back to Ryan, a clear signal that Billy’s presence was no longer needed. If this was a bit curt Billy didn’t notice, he walked away on cloud nine, his heart soaring.

Tammy Mills had spoken to him! Not only that but the most desirable girl in the school knew his name. He didn’t know his sister was interested in cheerleading, she’d never shown any interest before now, but if she and Tammy could become friends then she might come over to his house for a sleep over or something. Billy decided that when he got home at the first available opportunity he’d slip away upstairs and jack off over the image of Tammy he now had in his head. His penis was so hard it physically hurt and he could feel it throbbing in his trousers.

Outside it was still bright sunshine as the spring weather was slowly morphing into what promised to be a long hot summer. At the last minute he thought better of exiting through the main school gates and walking home through the streets. Bobby Maxwell’s gang was likely to be hanging out in town this evening celebrating the end of school for another week and their main haunt was McCaughey’s coffee bar which was directly on his way home. Instead he decided to cut across the teachers’ car park and the playing fields to walk through the woods to his home. It would add an extra twenty minutes to his journey but it was a pleasant evening with a slight smell of pollen in the air. Also the exercise would probably do him good. His mother was always hassling him to try and get fit. A healthy mind in a healthy body was her mantra.

He was halfway across the now deserted parking ramp when he heard someone calling out after him.

“Billy, Billy West!”.

Chapter Three – A Walk in the Woods

He turned to find Miss Roberts his English teacher striding towards him. If Tammy was a blonde nymphet then Miss Roberts was a Mediterranean beauty from some epic Greek poem. She was tall and statuesque with dark curling hair that a better read student might have called Amazonian, but Billy thought made her look like Wonder Woman. As usual for her she was dressed in an extremely formal black jacket and skirt with white shirt, an outfit that could have led to her being mistaken for a business woman rather than a lowly paid teacher. The ensemble was completed by a pair of glasses that she liked to absently take off and suck on the ends of when she was concentrating on something.

While Tammy was only three inches taller than him, with Miss Roberts it was nearer a full foot. He knew from having consulted one of his mother’s medical textbooks that the average height of for a fourteen year old boy was five foot five inches. The last time he had been measured he was just over five foot one making him significantly shorter than most boys his age and many of the girls too. His sister was three years older than him was already fully grown at five foot seven.

His mother had tried to reassure him that it wasn’t a big deal and that he still had a couple of years left to go through a growth spurt, but Billy was well aware that his hormone deficiency made that unlikely. He was probably stuck being this lousy height forever. The chances of meeting a girl he wanted to go out with a guy shorter than herself was practically nil. The other disadvantage of course was people assuming he was much younger than he was and correspondingly addressed him like a child which he hated.

However one currant advantage of his lowly stature was that Billy had a clear eye line view of Miss Robert's prominent cleavage that neither bra, shirt nor jacket could fully hide despite their wearer’s best efforts. Due to her quick walk across the parking ramp she was breathing more heavily than normal making her breasts rise and fall in a way that Billy found faintly hypnotic.

She’d taken up her job at the school a month or so before Billy’s family had moved to the town and he had quickly discovered to his delight that she lived next door to him. However so far he hadn’t seen much of her outside school hours. She didn’t seem to go out that often so his opportunities for voyeurism were limited. He hoped the better weather would change that, the idea of being able to see Miss Roberts in a string bikini sunbathing in her backyard would be like a fantasy come true.

Normally she was fairly relaxed and easy going like Mr. Harrison which made her a popular teacher but now she was frowning and looking uncharacteristically severe.

“What are you still doing on school grounds” she snapped “There aren’t any after school clubs running today are there?”.

“I, I, I…” Billy stuttered.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”, she demanded and then totally unexpectedly broke into a broad smile and he realized with a sudden burst of relief that she was only pulling his leg about being angry.

“Relax Billy, I was just wondering why you were heading home so late”.

“Mr. Harrison wanted to speak to me, Miss,” he answered, partly truthfully, electing to leave out the part were he’d been eavesdropping on other members of staff and then hiding in a toilet cubicle.

“Was he? Well he should be more considerate in future keeping students behind on a Friday afternoon. If I had my car I’d offer you a lift home, as we are neighbors after all, however as the weathers so lovely I decided to walk”, she paused as if weighing something up in her mind “As we’re both going the same way do you want to walk home with me?”.

Billy’s nodded trying hard not to appear too eager. This and being acknowledged by Tammy was the best thing to happen to him since he’d started at this school. The opportunity to spend time with his favorite teacher who was also a total babe! Already his fertile mind was thinking ahead, wondering if he could somehow transform this one off stroke of luck into a regular occurrence. He had a sudden image of him and Miss Roberts walking home together several times a week, maybe him getting a lift to and from school when it rained, perhaps even being invited in for a coke…

“Billy?” he realized that she’d asked him a question and he'd been so engrossed in his fantasies that he'd missed it.

“What was it Mr. Harrison wanted to talk to you about?” she repeated.

He shrugged, trying to act casual like it was no big deal, “Just stuff, making sure I’m doing ok, fitting in making friends, that kind of thing”.

“And are you?”

“Oh yeah sure” he lied and then as an after-thought to move the conversation away from himself, “and you Miss?” The moment he asked it he regretted it. It was far too personal a thing to ask a teacher but she surprised him by treating his off the cuff query seriously.

“I’m doing ok, it just always takes me a while to find my feet whenever I move to a new town. Currently I’ve been spending a lot of time indoors fixing up the house. I’ve hardly had the chance to look round the town properly or meet any new people so far”.

“Well” Billy suggested “you must meet lots of new people at school. Staff that is, not students” he hastily corrected himself.

She pulled a face “You’re kidding right? I spend enough time with my colleagues at work. I wouldn’t want to spend time with them outside…”, she bit her lip, obviously aware of how that sounded “…listen Billy…”.

Billy cut her off “don’t worry Miss, I know what you mean”.

She smiled, reassured “Thanks Billy”.

Knowing she’d overstepped herself she kept the rest of the conversation to questions about Billy’s school work and how he was finding the town. She also asked about his mother and her work. It seemed that unlike the Reverend Peterson and the Christian society Miss Roberts was an enthusiastic supporter of abortion rights and the clinic his mother had helped set up. Just on the off chance he asked her if she’d heard of a Caroline Summers. She shook her head thoughtfully, “it doesn’t ring any bells, is she a student as the school?”.

He assured her it was just a name he’d overheard. Her reaction to it had seemed pretty genuine to him so either she was an amazing actress or she knew nothing at all about whatever it was Nurse Michaels and Principal Madison had been discussing.

Gradually the conversation drifted onto musical tastes. Billy had always been rather tongue tied and shy talking to women who weren't in his family but with Miss Roberts, outside the pressures of school he could converse easily with, and to his surprise even make her laugh.

It turned out she was a big fan of a rock band that was playing in the town stadium the next night and was hoping to go and see if she could get tickets. Billy tried to answer her questions as best he could, throwing in the odd joke or questions of his own about her likes and dislikes. He really wanted to ask her why she’d moved here but feared it might be too personal a subject. He also wanted to find out what her first name was, it seemed awkward always calling her Miss Roberts or Miss. He knew it began with an S but he couldn’t find a natural way to drop the question into the conversation.

As they walked through the trees she slipped off her heels to walk bare foot which reduced her height slightly so Billy didn’t have to strain his neck so much while talking to her. She also shrugged off her jacket and carried it over her shoulder giving him an even better view of her amazing breasts. They were significantly bigger than Tammy’s and obviously needed a bra to help fulfill their true potential. Finally she removed her glasses and tucked them into her shirt top pocket. Without them her face looked younger and he realized that she could only be in her mid twenties. Maybe that was why she wore the glasses he wondered, to appear older and more authoritative in front of the students and less like an object of lust for teenage boys. Perhaps that was why she worse the smart jackets as well, instead of casual wear favored by most of the teachers.

All too soon for Billy’s liking, they emerged from the trees onto the grassy meadow that bordered their street. The whole area was part of a new development that had sprung up only five years ago. The military base on the edge of town had expanded significantly in size in recent years and this had brought new wealth and more people to the town that was reflected in its growing suburbs.

Billy’s house was constructed in the style of a New England colonial home. All of the houses in this neighborhood were built in a similar fashion with either one, two or three bedrooms. This area was popular with families and young professionals, close as it was to the town centre but also the woods and fields nearby. He knew for a fact that several kids from his school lived either on the street or nearby, but most were from different years. The only proper friend he’d made at school so far, Ross, lived just two streets away.

Miss Robert’s house was one of the smaller ones, obviously designed for a single person or couple and they reached it first.

“Well thank you for walking me home Billy” she said shrugging the jacket off her shoulder and reaching for her keys.

For the past few minutes Billy had been frantically trying to think of a way he could ask her in to have a drink at his place. The possibility of introducing her to his mother seemed his best bet. However, whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a shout from the kitchen door at the side of the house.

“Billy, come in right away, we’ve been waiting for you before we started dinner”.
Standing there was his mother in dress and apron and obviously in no mood to be trifled with.

Despite this Billy gave her a look that would have given Medusa a run for her money. “Mom, I’m just saying goodbye…”.

“Right now I said”, the tone of her voice was unequivocal and seemed fairly final and so gave Miss Roberts an apologetic look and she nodded understandingly.

“Don’t worry about it, if your mother gives you any hassle I’ll talk to her for you and tell her that it was my fault you were late, better yet I’ll tell her it was Mr. Harrison’s fault”. She shot him a conspiratorial wink and a final flash of that amazing smile before walking up into her house leaving Billy staring after her full of a mixture of lust and regret.

He hadn’t even been able to find out what her first name was and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to get to speak to her again like this. Another shout from his mother reminded him about dinner and reluctantly he turned towards his own home.

Doing as his mother instructed he entered the house through the front door and slipped off his shoes. He could hear voices coming from the kitchen and remembered what his mother had said that morning over breakfast about his sister bringing some friends home for dinner. He’d been hoping to just grab a sandwich and hurry upstairs to the privacy of his room so he could fantasize about either Tammy or Miss Roberts, or better still both of them together!

Walking into the kitchen he found his mother bent over the side board dishing out the food while his sister and two other girls were sat round the big wooden kitchen table deep in discussion. He vaguely recognized the girls from school, Sarah and Jay who his sister had taken to hanging out with. Sarah was a tall willowy blonde whose family had moved here from England a couple of years ago as she still had the accent. Jay was a shorter darker skinned Hispanic girl originally from Mexico.

His sister Melissa barely looked up and only acknowledged his presence with a quick nod before returning to the girl talk, a typical instance of the way she’d become more and more distant from him lately. Billy took his customary seat at the dinner table and waited as his mother began to dish out the Pork chops and new potatoes she’d been preparing.

The girls dominated conversation over dinner mainly with talk about the upcoming wedding of Sarah’s older sister. Despite only knowing the family for a short time his sister had managed to become a bridesmaid along with Sarah and Jay. Their talk was all of planning and dresses with his mother throwing in the odd comment about her experience with her own wedding. It showed in part how far his mother had come since his father’s death six months previously. It wasn’t that long ago that any mention of her husband would have sent his mom into tears and she’d have to go and be alone in her bedroom but recently he’d noticed a real improvement in her. Obviously the task of uprooting the family to a new town combined with the stresses of a new job had helped keep her mind off the past.

During a lull in the conversation he related Tammy’s message to Melissa about her invitation to try out for the team.

“You’re trying out for the cheerleading squad?” his mother asked her with raised eyebrows, obviously in some surprise. “I always thought you said you hated the idea of cheerleading”.

His sister blushed. “Well I thought I’d just give it a go this one time” Melissa admitted looking decidedly embarrassed. Billy guessed it was probably because neither Sarah nor Jay were on the team and they looked like the kind of girls who’d been rejected for not fitting the classic cheerleader look. Sarah for being too tall and thin and Jay for being short and voluptuous.

His mother still looked uncertain, “Well as long as you make sure it doesn’t distract you from your studies I suppose its ok”.

“I think it’s a great idea” Billy piped up, keen to encourage any possibility of Tammy becoming a family friend.

“No one asked you” his sister told him, Sarah and Jay both giggled.

“Melissa, don’t talk to your brother like that. You should be grateful to have a sibling that supports you” his mother gently chided her, then turning to Billy “By the way, who was that woman you we’re talking to, out there in the yard”.

Billy jumped at the opportunity to bring his teacher into the conversation, “Miss Robert's mom, she’s my English teacher at school. She was just telling me how much she admires your work”.

Melissa looked at him skeptically, “Yeah right shorty, more like you were just using the opportunity to peek down her dress”. Sarah and Jay both laughed at this again leaving Billy red faced, partly as it was uncomfortably near the truth.

“Melissa!”, his mother shot her a warning look, more upset about the awkward reference to Billy’s height than the suggestion he was ogling his teacher, “Well I’ll have to pop round and speak to her sometime. I’ve been meaning to talk to the neighbors properly for months but I’ve just been so dreadfully busy with the clinic and the house, she must think I’m incredibly stand-offish”.

“Well as long as she’s not a friend of the God squad” Melissa muttered under her breath, so quietly that Billy was the only one who heard it.

As they were clearing up the plates after the meal his mother announced she was going away on the Saturday morning for a two day out of town medical conference as a replacement for a colleague who had to drop out at the last minute. Melissa and her friends were planning to attend a concert of the rock group Miss Roberts had mentioned so Billy was going to be left to his own devices.

He was secretly pleased about this, it meant he’d have the house to himself on Saturday night and he’d be able to have Ross come over to play video games and maybe he could bring his collection of porno mags. They could also have a proper discussion about the mysterious conversation he’d overheard. Maybe as Ross was a town native, born and breed he’d recognize some of the names. At the very least he could tell him about his brief encounters with Tammy and Miss Roberts.

As soon as he could Billy excused himself from the company and rushed upstairs to his room. However he quickly discovered that he wasn’t going to get his long sought after privacy. He normally waited till night time for masturbation after everyone else had gone to bed or did it on the extremely rare occasions that the house was empty. Through the wall of his bedroom he could hear his sister and her friends talking, obviously it was about boys as their conversation was frequently interrupted by the occasional loud giggle or shriek of laughter. From down the hall he could hear the rhythmic clicking of his mother at the computer keyboard in her office as she worked on her conference paper.

He grumpily decided that any attempts at jacking off would be impossible with so many people nearby who might decide to walk in on him. Flicking off his trainers he sat on the bed and switched on his games console planning to spend the evening exploring the streets of Liberty City which soon engrossed him.

He heard Sarah and Jay leave around ten and the light in the hallway turned off around half ten, usually a good sign that his mother had done the rounds locking up the house and was heading to bed herself.

“Good night Billy” she called out to him.

“Night Mom” he responded.

“Don’t stay up too late playing on that machine of yours.”

“I won’t.”

Once he was sure his mother was actually in her bedroom and her light was out he quickly turned off his games console and changed for bed climbing under the duvet just to be on the safe side. Reaching down he slid his hands into his boxer shorts to massage his penis. He gave a small sigh of relief as his hands finally touched it, something he’d been dying to do since the history lesson that afternoon when he’d first seen Tammy and the other cheerleaders practicing their routines. Bearing in mind how stiff and turned on he had been for much of the day he knew it was going to be a big load when he finally came so quickly made sure a box of tissues were at hand.

Apart from the dim glow of the street lights outside his room was in complete darkness. Thinking about Tammy he began to slowly stroke his cock feeling it expand pleasingly in his hand as he became more turned on. The particular image he had fixed in his mind was Tammy in her cheerleaders outfit bending over to show off her cleavage. He tried to imagine what Miss Roberts would look like in a similar outfit.

Sighing softly he fixed on a particular fantasy. The three of them together, Billy sitting in a chair while the two women posed for him as he directed, each wearing the schools tight cheerleaders outfits.

Legs apart he’d get them to rub against each other till their hard nipples would be visible through the soft cotton of the tops, their big ripe breasts straining to be released from the confining material. He’d have them kiss, Miss Roberts bending slightly and Tammy on tip toes to make up for their difference in height. He could just envisage their tongues swirling together as they hungrily devoured each other.

Then he’d have them bend over hands on their ankles so he could survey their big ripe asses so ready for his hands to run all over them, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. Taking the white cheerleading panties he’d pull them up tight so the thin cloth disappeared into the cracks of their asses leaving each set of cheeks completely naked for him to kneel down himself and pepper them with kisses and worship them with him tongue getting them nice and wet.

His cock was now at its full size and he frantically rubbed at it under the bed. It felt the biggest it had been for ages. God, maybe he should borrow Mom’s ruler and measure it. He’d never done so before and had been vaguely surprised when some of the other boys at school, including Ross had regarded it as weird that he hadn’t by that age and didn’t have a clue what size his dick was hard. Back when his father had been alive and they’d live in either log cabins or small apartments he hadn’t had much in the way of privacy so tended to masturbate only when he was in bed, under cover of darkness.

Of course he’d been measured for his complete medical at age 12 to see how the hormone replacement therapy had been going and he’d come to a distinctly unimpressive one and half inches but of course that had only been soft and at that age he hadn’t really understood the significance of the measurement. Tomorrow he’d do as Ross suggested and find a ruler to examine himself, but that was definitely a job for tomorrow. Right now the only thing he was going to do was make sure he came.

He speeded up even more and could feel himself reaching the point of no return. The cum churning in his balls, eager to be released and spurt out.

In his minds eye he could imagine Tammy and Miss Roberts now kneeling before him their tops lifter up revealing their big bulging breasts, their face just inches away from his cock, their tongues flicking out of their mouths in hunger. Desperate to taste it, desperate to taste and touch his cock and drink his cum. It was all that mattered to them, pleasing him. Miss Roberts lunged forwards and with her wet warm mouth engulfed…

Billy was suddenly blinded by a burst of light coming from the window in the house opposite his and his hands left his cock, mere seconds from climax. As his eyes adjusted to the light he looked across and what he saw took his breath away.

Chapter Four – A Shared Experience

The light was coming, not from the street but from the house next to his, Miss Roberts’s house. Propping himself up on an elbow he could see the window directly across from his was lit up giving him a clear view into the bedroom within. Previously it had always had a blind drawn over it and while light had occasionally spilled out from its edges he’d never been able to see inside before. The room appeared fairly basic with just a double bed facing the window and a few wardrobes and cabinets lining the walls. Otherwise it was shorn of decoration which made him guess that it was one of the rooms Miss Roberts had just recently finished doing up. Standing in the centre of it was the reason he had caught his breath, it was the object of his lust, Miss Roberts herself.

She had changed from their encounter that afternoon. Instead of her smart work suit she was wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants and an oversized blue shirt, her hair drawn up into a tight bun. The clothes were flicked with white paint and Billy guessed she must have spent the evening doing further DIY work. She was currently a whirl of activity, busying herself around the room, tidying away piles of ironed shirts, trousers and underwear in the many wardrobes.

Billy watched with rapt attention. Even though there was nothing sexual about her actions the feeling of spying on her like this gave him a shiver of excitement up and down his spine. Eventually she finished putting the clothes away and picking up a towel exited the room through a door to the right of the bed.

Billy thought quickly. If her house was of a similar design to his own, that meant that in all likelihood the door led onto a small bathroom like it did in his mother’s room down the corridor. His guess was quickly confirmed by the steam appearing where she had left it slightly ajar. Presumably after her hard work she didn’t want to go to bed dirty and sticky, especially on such a hot night and was taking a shower. His heart skipped a beat as the realization of what this meant hit him. She might actually come out in her towel and get changed in front of him. He might get to see his English teacher naked!

Billy waited impatiently for her to finish, every second hoping against hope that she’d get changed for bed where he could see rather than the bathroom. While he waited he ideally toyed with his cock, rubbing it beneath the privacy of the duvet. It had lost some of its stiffness but the dull aching throb was still there, a constant reminder that he badly needed to come. He would have satisfied this urge right now but he didn’t want to do it when there was the possibility of seeing Miss Roberts even semi-undressed. He hungered for a better look at those amazing breasts and long slender legs. Somewhere in the back of his lust clouded mind Billy knew that spying on her like this was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself now even if he’d wanted to. In some intangible way he felt that this brought them closer together.

Presently the steam thinned and Miss Roberts emerged wrapped in the towel her long damp hair hanging down her back. Struck by a sudden inspiration Billy carefully reached down to his bedside cabinet and after a quick rummage discovered the bird watching binoculars his parents had bought him on his last birthday to use at camp. Raising them to his eyes he focused in on her.

The towel was a large one covering the swell of her breasts but he now had a clear view of her legs and the tops of her thighs. Walking over to a chest of draws she removed a few items of clothing and then walked back into the bathroom. Billy almost swore, he’d been so close, so close to seeing the object of his lust undressed.

However lifting his hopes once more she quickly re-emerged now wearing a short cream nightshirt that barely reached down to her upper thighs. A fact that allowed him to glimpse the pair of white panties she had on that barely covered her modesty. Instantly his cock surged back to full stiffness and he had to struggle not to cum there and then.

Approaching the window she slid it open and leaned out taking in the night air, breathing deeply in a way that made her breasts rise and fall under the nightshirt. For a horrified second he thought she was looking straight at him and he was glad that his duvet meant his erection was hidden. However after a moment or two of holding his breath he realized that with the lights off and his curtains partly drawn there was no way she could see him in the darkness of the room unless he drew attention to himself. He was as good as invisible while having an almost unrestricted view of her.

Leaving the window open she approached the bed and swung herself onto it switching on the small bedside lamp as she did so. Stretching out she made no attempt to get underneath the sheets. Instead she leaned over and picked up a small book from her bedside cabinet and started to read. Re-focusing the binoculars Billy couldn’t make out the title but the lurid image on the cover of a semi-naked intertwined couple made it clear it was an erotic novel of some kind. The sort of thing that used to be passed around at school in the locker rooms before the internet rendered printed pornography obsolete.

From the look on her face Miss Roberts was clearly enjoying it as she was reading quickly. With one hand holding the book the other slowly moved up her nightshirt and clumsily undid the top button. Billy almost bit his lip as she undid the second and then the third and pulled the material apart slightly giving herself better access to her breasts.

What happened next was something that he’d never forget. Even with all the marvels that he would subsequently experience Billy would always remember that moment as with agonizing slowness the shirt opened and her breasts spilled out. Billy felt his chest tighten and his heart was beating so hard against his ribs he felt sure that someone must be able to hear it, his breath was coming in short gasps as he struggled to stay calm.

He could actually see Miss Robert’s breasts. They were even better than he’d imaged and he’d been completely mistaken in his earlier guess. Even without artificial support they stood firm on her chest with no sign of sag. Her nipples were large and puffy contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. He felt his mouth dry and his tongue automatically lick his lips as he felt the sudden urge to lean forward and fasten his mouth around them and suck.

With her long fingers she began to caress herself before reaching for the right nipple and squeezing it slightly. Even though he couldn’t hear her, the look on her face and way her mouth opened in a small “oh” of pleasure told him exactly what reaction it had caused. She continued like this for almost twenty mouth watering minutes, slowly caressing one breast then the other, every so often squeezing or pinching the nipples till they were both erect diamond sharp points. Quickly looking down Billy could be in no doubt as to the effect this was having on her as a large grey patch on her white panties began to appear, attesting to her arousal.

As if reading his mind she parted her legs more to give him a better view and reached down with her hand to stroke herself. Her fingers found the top of the panties and quickly burrowed under making them bulge outwards as she skillfully played with her clitoris. As if in unison he felt his own hand move back down to where his erect penis jutted out from his boxer shorts. It was still fully erect and slippery with his pre-cum. Not bothering with the tissues he began to run his hand up and down it savoring every electric, spark like sensation of his palm on the sensitive skin. He began to thrust his hips, subconsciously matching the rhythm of hers as he felt his foreskin rub against the bulbous head of his penis causing fresh pre-cum to pour out further lubricating it. This made the skin more slippery so he had to squeeze down harder with his hand in order to get a grip, further increasing the amazing sensations he was experiencing.

God his cock was hard, he felt like he had an iron bar between his legs. Every cell was engorged and stiff with blood causing veins to bulge out so he could feel them running up and down its length, criss-crossing its surface. He felt a slight euphoria and dizziness and realized his brain must be furiously producing endomorphins to match his arousal heightening the pleasure his cock was giving him.

Billy was aware that girls masturbated but had never seen it before outside of a few downloaded internet clips at friends homes. The nearest he’d been in real life was hearing occasional sounds coming from his mother and sisters room and it hadn’t taken a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. He knew he ought to have tried not to listen but he’d always found something hypnotic about the sound of a woman playing with herself. The way their breathing would speed up into short gasps, and the odd muttered word or sentence as they brought themselves to orgasm. It would never fail to arouse him despite his attempts to do math equations in his head in a futile attempt to distract himself.

Even though he couldn’t hear Miss Roberts he could guess that she was making similar sounds from the way she was breathing in short pants and the red flush and slight sheen of sweat that had enveloped her upper body. She was obviously now finding the panties too restrictive as she momentarily stopped her frantic hand movements and deftly removed them giving him an unrestricted view of her most intimate area. He’d seen pictures in his mother’s medical textbooks but had never dreamt he’d see one like this. Through his binoculars he could see the folds of skin that surrounded it along with the fact that unlike the pictures in the books Miss Robert’s was clearly fully shaven.

She resumed touching herself, the erotic novel now discarded as unnecessary. With one hand she was frantically rubbing the upper part of her pussy he knew to be her clitoris while with the other she was pushing her index and forefingers deep into herself up to the knuckle. Clearly this still wasn’t fully satisfying her as again she paused and reached over to the cabinet drawer and withdrew a large thick vibrator. Billy guessed with a slight pang of jealousy that it was at least eight inches long and several inches around. Holding it by the base she slowly inserted it into her vagina. It was obviously a stretch for her, the expression on her face was one of pain mingled with ecstasy and her eyes were wide in a way he’d never seen before. She looked like she was staring vacantly right through him her pupils unfocussed. Slowly she eased the massive thing into her, inch after inch disappearing into her body. If he hadn’t seen it he would never have believed it that such a large object could fit inside his teacher like that.

The entire process took about five minutes with Billy hardly daring to blink for fear he might miss some detail. Even though it was a struggle for her it was also clearly a huge turn on, as the damp patch on the bed illustrated, along with the female juices glistening on her pussy lips and the vibrator itself. Once it was fully in she paused for a second, savoring the experience of being completely full, then started to pull it out again till there was only an inch inside and then pushed it slowly back in. She repeated this action again and again, each time thrusting fractionally faster until she was ramming it back and forth while resuming playing with herself, her hand occasionally darting up to squeeze a nipple and then back to her groin.

Billy continued to watch while rubbing his cock imagining just what it must feel like to swap places with that dildo. How his cock would feel inserted in Miss Roberts hot liquid hole. How tight it would be, squeezing his cock in a way that his hand could never hope to emulate. Throwing caution to the wind he pushed the duvet covers away onto the floor so he could fully watch himself masturbate. He no longer cared about being seen, by Miss Roberts or anyone else. All that mattered was that finally the dull throb in his groin was finally going to be sated.

His cock stood there in the dark, held in place by his hand, jerking and twitching , agonizingly close to cumming. He’d have to measure it in the morning he decided, just to see how it compared to Miss Robert’s dildo. He wanted…No, needed to see how big he was in comparison to the thing giving his teacher such amazing pleasure.

While frantically still pumping his cock with his right hand he reached down with the left to cup his balls. They seemed bigger than ever, he could almost feel the sperm churning within them, desperately seeking release. Skillfully rolling them around in his palm he felt their heavy reassuring weight. Every woman he’d been in contact with that day had contributed to their contents. The cheerleading squad gyrating on the playing field, his momentary glance at Sally’s panties, Ryan and Tammy making out in the hallway, Miss Roberts walking home with him and the four women he had shared the dinner table just a few hours previously. Each and every exposure to feminine charms had caused his teenage cock to stiffen and his balls to go into overdrive, mass producing yet more sperm in the hope that they would get to fulfill they biological duty to impregnate and breed. Billions upon billions of individual sperm that now just had to come out, had to or he might burst.

Across from him, Miss Roberts was clearly approaching her own climax. Her head was thrown back, while her hand was almost a blur as she pumped the vibrator back and forth into her pussy. With a final push she rammed it in and it happened. Her back arched and her hips bucked forward off the bed as she stabbed the artificial cock deep inside, several fingers joining it for good measure while the other pressed down on her clitoris twisting and pinching it. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her hips thrust forward desperately trying to drive more of the vibrator inside her.

Billy had once read in one of his mother’s books that you really saw someone’s true personality when they achieved orgasm, their inner self. He felt incredibly privileged that he was the only one getting to see this miracle, his teacher, normally so reserved, so prim and proper, naked and writhing on her bed. A perfect woman with the body of a Greek Goddess, reaching the peak of physical nirvana and letting herself go in front of him. His English teacher, Miss Roberts was a horny sex Goddess and he was watching her cum.

It was this thought that finally triggered him off.

He was unable to hold back any longer and nor did he want to. With a groan Billy let himself go and grabbed his cock with both hands squeezing it till he thought it might explode. His cock which had been quivering and jerking in his hand, almost with a life of its own stiffened and swelled, seemingly growing larger and longer, stretching his palms even further apart.

The first giant glob of cum erupted from it spraying his upper chest quickly followed by a second and third. Normally when he came the first shot was the most powerful and he usually only managed two or three before declining to a dribble. Now if anything, his second burst was more powerful than the first and they continued one after another bathing his chest and bed in cum as he clenched his teeth consumed by the pleasure. The woman and the boy came together, sharing a mutual moment of intense ecstasy, separated by twenty odd feet, two panes of glass and 13 years age difference.

As the orgasm rolled on he felt as if every drop of blood in his body was now pumped into his cock making it grow as big and stiff as possible leaving the rest of him limp and weak. It was if it was no longer a cock attached to his body but now he was just a body attached to his cock, a cock fulfilling its ultimate potential. All thoughts of Miss Roberts vanished from his mind. All that mattered now was his cock and the wonderful sensations it was giving him. He stared down at weakly in awe. In the dark he was only able to make out its outline as it convulsed and bucked but it seemed to him that for the first time in his life he fully appreciated the wonderful thing that lay between his legs. He’d been masturbating for almost two years now and while he’d always enjoyed it, he had never experienced anything quite this mind-blowing before.

Finally at long last he was exhausted, all the cum wrung from his balls. As he lay there in the darkness recovering he glanced across to the window. Miss Roberts was still lying on the bed, an exhausted but satisfied look on her face almost identical to his own. Apparently it had been as good for her as it had been for him. He allowed himself a slight smile at the thought that he and Miss Roberts had masturbated and orgasmed together. Idly he reached down and ran his finger through the thick cum that covered his chest and raised his hand up letting it slide down his finger before dripping down again onto his chest, proud and admiring of the potency it symbolized.

Across the way from him Miss Roberts suddenly gasped, sat up straight as an arrow and her hand struck out knocking off her bedside lamp plunging her room into darkness and Billy into a blind panic. Oh God, had she seen the movement when he raised his hand? Jesus, what was he going to do now?

Cursing himself for being so stupid he mopped up the spilled cum as best he could while desperately trying to think what to do next. While she might have seen him it was almost impossible to prove that he had been watching her. Also even if she did suspect she couldn’t say anything without mentioning what she had been doing in her room without the blinds drawn. However it almost certainly ruled out any repeat performance and whatever chances he might have had of him befriending her. He lay there in his bed in the darkness tossing and turned for a while, half expecting the door bell to ring, running over various possibilities in his mind before eventually tiredness overcame him, and he collapsed into a deep but troubled sleep.

Chapter Five – An Unexpected Invitation

“No way, that is so cool”.

It was the next morning and having woken up late Billy had decided to ring his best friend from school Ross to tell him about his experience the previous night. To tell the truth he was dying to tell someone but obviously any adult or member of his family was out of the question. Equally he couldn’t just go blabbing it round school as either no one would believe him or he’d get both himself and Miss Roberts into trouble. This left Ross who he was now talking to on his mobile. It turned out that his plans to have Ross come over that night were going to frustrated by the fact that Ross and his family had been called out of town to visit his ill Grandmother, and he wasn’t likely to be back at school till the middle of the next week.

At first Ross had been amazed when he described walking home with Miss Roberts but when Billy started to tell him about watching her masturbate it had taken all his powers of persuasion to get him to believe that he wasn’t making it up.

“I’m really serious, she was just lying there playing with herself on the bed. I could see it all from my window.”

Ross let out a low whistle “Man, I’d give anything to see that, you’re already so lucky to be living next to the hottest teacher at school and now it turns out she’s a nymphomaniac exhibitionist”.

“I don’t think she’s an exhibitionist” Billy corrected him “She couldn’t have known I was watching for starters”. He decided to leave out the part of the story where she’d acted startled and quickly switched off the light when he’d drawn attention to himself. Seeing your teacher naked and touching herself was cool, getting caught doing it wasn’t.

“I wish I’d stayed over at your place last night instead of being dragged out of town to hang around in a hospital corridor” Ross grumbled, then his voice brightened “Hey, do you wanna come over after school sometime next week, when I get back? I’ve got some plans I want to discuss with you”.

Their talk turned to the end of year school dance. Traditionally every year the school had a big party held in the school gym which students would attend. Not really knowing anyone Billy hadn’t been planning on going but Ross was now talking about the possibility.

“I’m thinking of asking Sally Carter” he admitted.

“Sally Carter, the class brain box?” Billy asked incredulously.

“Yeah sure, think about it, no one else is likely to go with me. Sally’s such a geek I’m sure she’ll be glad of any male attention. With the romance of the dance I’ll able to get to second or third base at least. She’ll be like putty in my hands. Anyway”, he complained bitterly “I feel like I’ve got to even up the playing field here. We used to be the only two boys in our class who hadn’t seen a girl at least semi-naked, now thanks to Miss Roberts it’s just me”.

Privately Billy thought the chances of Sally letting Ross get anywhere near her breasts, or any other part of her body for that matter, were slim to non-existent but he kept that thought to himself. That said he reflected, if it was a tattoo that he’d seen on her back, she might be a lot wilder then anyone had guessed.

Saying goodbye to Ross he decided to go and get some breakfast before figuring out what to do with the day. He came down the stairs two at a time full of the joys of spring. It was the beginning of the weekend, the sun was shining, he had the house to himself tonight and best of all he’d seen his English teacher naked and there was the possibility he might get to see her again assuming he didn’t do anything stupid. His fears of the night before had evaporated with the morning sun. She might not have seen him at all, and even if she had seen something it had probably only been a vague movement in the dark. Nothing strong enough for her to make a concrete accusation about and anyway she didn’t even know it was his bedroom, for all she knew it might have been his sisters or mothers.

He bounced into the kitchen and froze in his tracks. Through the window he could see his mother in the garden talking animatedly to Miss Roberts. His mother was in her suit, soon to head off for the conference while Miss Roberts was in a flowery summer dress. Her mother waved goodbye to her and walked across the yard and into the kitchen.

“Hi sleepyhead” she greeted him “I was just talking to your teacher Miss Roberts”.

He nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak.

“She explained why you were late for dinner yesterday, frankly I’ve half a mind to give this Mr. Harrison a call, keeping pupils after school indeed”. She started to go through her pockets looking for her wallet while Billy watched her warily. She’d done this before, acting all sweetness and light before trying to catch him off guard with an accusation. He’d always found the best defense was to stay mute and try not to give anything away.

His mother continued as if he had responded to her comments, “Anyway she was saying how much she supports our work at the clinic. It’s nice to see there are at least some feminists in this town. She came in for coffee and I gave her a quick tour round the house”.

“You did?”, Billy tried to keep his voice level and not show any surprise.

“Yes she’s doing some home improvements to hers and was curious as to how our place compared, especially the upstairs. Of course I had to tell her that we’re still doing the place up ourselves and hadn’t fully unpacked yet but I showed her my bedroom. I even had half a mind to open the door and let her see inside yours, but I decided she wasn’t quite ready to see the pit your room resembles especially with you still snoring away in the midst of it”. She gave him a quick grin to show she was joking “You must be as fresh as a daisy getting eight or nine hours sleep last night”.

In actual fact he hadn’t slept well at all. He’d woken up several times in the night with a straining erection and the image of Miss Roberts writhing in ecstasy fixed in his brain. Only by furiously jacking himself off had he managed to get it to go down letting him fall back to sleep. In total he estimated he had done it six times, a personal record.

Billy smiled uneasily back at his mother. Miss Roberts presumably hadn’t mentioned anything to her but now she definitely knew which room his bedroom was and that it was directly opposite hers. If she saw anything else suspicious from now on, she was going to know it was him.

His mother finished her rummaging having finally found her wallet and keys “By the way Melissa is going to be out late tonight at that concert of hers so I’ve arranged for a babysitter”.

“Mom!, I don’t need a babysitter, I’m 14 years old for God’s sake. Ross never has to have one”, even as he said it he realized how whiny and immature he sounded.

She tried to placate him “I’m sure you don’t, it’s more to stop me from worrying, you know how I fret”. She held his gaze daring him to object and he found himself sulkily backing down.

“I’ve asked that nice Mary Waters from down the road. She babysits for one of the nurses at work and she says she’s excellent”.

Mary was a 16 year old who went to the same school as Billy and was a tall gangly girl who normally had her head in book, usually a romance novel or sci-fi novel. Frankly his mother could have picked someone worse but it was the principal of the thing that upset Billy the most.

However before he could object further there was a loud car horn from the street. “Oh! That’s my taxi. I need to be at the station in twenty minutes if I’m going to make it to the conference on time”. She bent over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek “Now remember you’ll be the man of the house while I’m away. Try to get on with Melissa and don’t fall out”.

Yeah right, thought Billy, if I was the man of the house I wouldn’t need a babysitter. However he kept this to himself as he could see his mom was stressed and so instead tried to reply as brightly as he could.

“Don’t worry about it Mom we’ll be fine”.

She gave him a quick smile and dashed out of the door her briefcase swinging wildly in her hand as she went.

“Have a great trip” he called after her departing back and briefly watched as she climbed into the taxi and it pulled off in a cloud of dust.

Well now he had the entire house to himself till seven o’clock and Mary arrived. He consulted his watch, it had already gone ten and he could count on Melissa being out for most of the afternoon at the Mall with her friends. She’d probably pop back sometime around six to eat and then head straight back out again to the rock concert.

After fixing himself a large breakfast, as he felt extra hungry after the night’s exertions, he took his morning hormone pill and wandered back upstairs to his room. The blind was down on Miss Robert’s window once again and the very thought of it made him feel uneasy. However it also made him remember his earlier promise to himself to measure his penis. He searched around his room for a tape measure but without any lucky before being hit by a sudden inspiration. He crossed the hall and entered his mothers office where there was bound to be one amongst the stationary.

The office was dark and shadowy. It was originally meant to be a storage space rather than a place of work which explained its cramped size and only having the one small window. Every wall was lined with bulging bookshelves and the floor was covered in stacks of folders, papers and medical journals. Billy had to tread carefully from one clear space to another for fearing of upsetting one of the piles and sending them all over like a domino rally.

The desk, if anything was even worse, with his mother’s old computer on it and four or five trays containing even more stacks of paper. After he couldn’t find any sort of ruler on the desk he started looking through the desk drawers. The first two were full of old medical journals which he ignored but the third made him pause and look closer. It was full of opened envelopes, all fairly recent as they bore either the address of the house or his mother’s clinic and they’d only moved in two months previously. Picking some up he began to look inside. What he discovered made him feel sick.

It was piles and piles of hate mail. All directed at his mother and the abortion clinic. Some of them just contained straight forward abuse while others were direct threats of violence. His mother had previously laughed off the few letters Billy had seen as the work of cranks but she’d obviously received a lot more then she’d let on and had tried to hide it from him and Melissa. He felt a sudden involuntary shiver, it was hard to believe there were so many people in the town who’d write stuff as unpleasant as this. Of course it might not be lots of people it occurred to him, just one extra crazy one. Somehow this thought didn’t make him feel any better.

All thoughts of finding a measuring tape or ruler now gone he started to go through the letters. They were all similar in tone, some handwritten, some typed. None though he noted were actually signed by the person who had written them. However all made mention of God’s will which made him suspect that the Reverend Peterson’s sermons at the Baptist Church had had more effect then he’d realized.

Angrily he stuffed the letters back into the desk draw. The contents of the letters had filled him with a rage that he didn’t know what to do with. There was one final piece of paper at the bottom of the pile he quickly glanced over. It was a medical report that had somehow got mixed in with the letters. A document on the effectiveness of some new drug his mother was testing. He returned it to the drawer with the letters and left the office banging the door behind him as he did so.

He felt like he wanted to punch someone or something. It would be easier if there a tangible person he could direct his rage against but while he suspected what sort of people were sending the letters he couldn’t say for sure. Even speaking to the Reverend Peterson or his stuck up daughter Clarissa, head of the schools Christian society about it would do more harm than good.

Suddenly he remembered something his father had once told him. That the best thing to do with pent up anger or energy was to just try and burn it off as quickly as possible. Normally he’d have gone for a run but it was too hot for that, instead he decided to head into town and go for a swim at the pool. Taking a second to get his swimming gear into his bag and changing into shorts and a T-shirt he headed out the door.

Outside it was less stifling with a fresh breeze blowing down the street that instantly cooled him down. The main pool that everybody tended to use was in the centre of the town and Billy quickly made his way along the streets. Gradually suburbia began to give way to shops and the streets began to take on a more uniform aspect before finally settling into the traditional block system of most American cities. Compared to the places where Billy had grown up Burlington was tiny in comparison but one advantage was that you could get to most places simply by walking.

Thanks to Mr. Harrison’s history lessons Billy knew the town had been settled in the early 19th century as America gradually spread out West across the continent displacing the original indigenous population. Its early wealth had come from its role as a frontier outpost and then as civilization rolled on past it, farm land and mining wealth became the town’s big earners. Of course now the mines had been exhausted the town had gone through some tough times before the army base had been set up and expanded in the late 1970s.

Turning a corner Billy founded himself on the town square, a large pleasant patch of grass set aside for picnics and recreations. In the centre of it was a large stone statue of the town’s founder Henry Burlington, who had also lent his name to the original settlement. Even taking into account that the statue wasn’t to scale Burlington had clearly been a large man. The statue was wearing what looked to Billy like a David Crockett outfit complete with cap and had a stern expression on his face, only somewhat spoilt by the bird that had decided to use him as a toilet making his moustache whiter than the rest of him.

Passing by it his eye was caught by the inscription on the statue. Not the words themselves but the emblem above. Roughly half a foot high was a small image of a donkey rearing up on its hind legs carved in bass relief against the stone. Normally Billy wouldn’t have given it a second glance but he was struck by the similarity to the small silver badge he’d seen on Ryan’s football jacket the previous day. They must be linked somehow. Perhaps the donkey was the local symbol of the town. The football team themselves were the Bulls and some poor soul had to spend the matches in a badly made mascot outfit that vaguely resembled a bull but he’d never heard anything before about a donkey.

Billy still had the nagging feeling that he’d seen part of the symbol before that even, but he couldn’t place where. He decided that if he had time after his swim or if not on Sunday he’d pop into the library and do a little research, both into the donkey symbol and the names he’d heard Principal Madison mention in the Nurse’s office. He had meant to ask Ross about them but in all the excitement of relating his experience with Miss Robert’s he’d completely forgotten.

The pool was part of a larger sports complex that doubled as the town hall and sports centre to the right of the square. Billy was just climbing the steps when he felt a powerful hand close on his shoulder. He was roughly spun round to find himself facing Bobby Maxwell leering down at him with several members of his gang just behind.

Billy looked wildly about him, hoping to spot someone he could appeal to for help. However there was no sign of a cop anywhere nearby and the few pedestrians didn’t look like the sort who would stop to help some kid they didn’t know against a gang of youths.

“I’d been hoping I’d run into you” Bobby grinned showing his teeth, “you’ve not been avoiding me have you?”

“No” Billy muttered trying his best not to look intimidated and failing.

“Good, because I haven’t forgotten about that incident in the cafeteria where you spilled coke all over my jeans”. He turned back to his gang “what do you think we should do with him?”

Catalina, Bobby’s Hispanic girlfriend smirked “I think you should teach the little shit some manners”.

“Sounds like a plan”, Bobby turned back to Billy “I think a beating would be good to start off with, although maybe somewhere a little less public” he leaned forward closer so that Billy could smell his putrid breath and whispered, so quietly that only he could hear “and later maybe why don’t you introduce me to your sister, I’m sure me and the boys could have some fun with her…”.

Suddenly all the pent up rage inside Billy that he’d been storing up over the past few months spilled over. His anger over his Dad dying, having to move to this stupid town, not fitting in at school, his lack of growth and the letters his mom had received. Closing his eyes he swung with his fist with all his might and heard a satisfying crunch, opening them he saw Bobby lying on the floor in front of him.

The punch hadn’t actually been that hard but Bobby hadn’t been expecting it and it had sent him sprawling, his gang members leaping out of the way as he fell backwards.

“Why you little…”. Angrily he lurched up and Billy had the sudden cold realization that now he really was going to get a beating.

“Hi guys, what’s going on here?”

Billy had never been so glad to see anyone in his entire life. Mr. Harrison had just strolled up behind the gang, a rucksack slung over his shoulder. His tone was easy as usual but the slight edge behind it made it quite clear that he knew exactly what was going on. With the appearance of an authority figure Bobby’s gang instantly began to drift away, becoming very interested in a shop window across the road, leaving just Billy and Bobby standing in front of the teacher.

“Well…?” he prompted them.

It was Bobby who spoke first “Nothing…Sir”. He shot Billy a quick venomous glance that made it quite clear what he expected to hear.

Billy didn’t misinterpret it “That’s right, we were, er….just talking”.

“Really, how nice for you” Mr. Harrison commented in a neutral way that suggested that he didn’t believe a word of it.

He turned to Bobby “Well I think you should be off Robert, you still have that report to turn in for Monday, and I’d hate for you not to do a good job”. He smiled broadly radiating insincerity and watched as Bobby picked himself up and stumbled off shooting a quick look of hatred back at Billy.

Billy suddenly realized that he’d been holding his breath and slowly let it out. He’d still have to deal with Bobby and his gang at school on Monday but for the moment he was ok.

“You alright, Billy?” Mr. Harrison asked turning back to him.

“I’ve been better” Billy admitted surprised at his own honesty in front of the teacher.

“Seriously?”, Mr. Harrison raised his eyebrow “you sure you don’t want to make a proper complaint about Bobby. I could speak to him again”.

Billy shook his head with more bravado then he felt “Nah, I can handle Maxwell”. In actual fact he’d like nothing more than for Mr. Harrison to do something about Bobby but he was smart enough to know that squealing on him would only cause bigger problems in the long term.

If Mr. Harrison found this statement ludicrous, to his credit he didn’t show it. He just nodded and changed the subject. “So, you going for a swim, then?”

Billy shrugged, “Well it was a hot day, I wasn’t doing anything else plus my mother keeps bugging me about getting fit”.

“Really, mine too” Mr. Harrison sympathized, “Actually I’m just here because the shower in my apartments broken”.

They fell into easy banter as they climbed the steps and Billy found himself finally beginning to relax. Mr. Harrison stayed behind in the entrance hall to book a badminton court for the next day while Billy entered the changing rooms and quickly put on his swimming shorts. Luckily the room was quite crowded, full of guys who’d had the same idea he’d had that a swim was a good way to cool down on a hot day. He preferred the changing area to be packed; less attention was paid t him that way. At the age of 14 Billy still felt extremely embarrassed at the idea of taking his clothes off around other guys.

The pool itself was equally full. Men, women, teenagers and children were everywhere, splashing up and down or just wallowing in the cool water and Billy quickly joined them. For some reason all he could focus on were the women and teenagers in their swimsuits. Some were quite revealing and he got an excellent view of cleavages as they swam past him. There were several girls there from his school and the private academy on the other side of town, most older than himself and he couldn’t help but stare at their nubile bodies that he normally only got to see covered in clothing.

Above the pool there was a lifeguard perched on a high stool. A blonde woman in her early thirties that he knew was also a nurse at his mother’s clinic as she’d been invited round for dinner one evening. Outside of her nurse’s uniform she had a killer body that looked amazing in the red lifeguard’s swimsuit, much sexier than in her normal work clothes. As he swam Billy tried to turn his mind to other matters, mainly because he didn’t want to get an erection in the pool. He knew it was normal for teenage boys to fantasize about women and think about sex a lot but recently that’s all he seemed to do. Maybe there was something wrong with him? Maybe Ross had the right idea, if he actually got himself a girlfriend he wouldn’t fantasize quite so much. But who could he possibly ask out?

After about an hour of vigorous swimming up and down he’d had enough and climbed out, heading to the locker rooms. This time they were pretty much empty and he quickly got his clothes out of the locker and started changing. As he began Mr. Harrison came in, also dripping wet and went over to his locker. Luckily it was at the other end of the room, Billy liked his teacher but getting changed in close proximity to him might be a little weird for both of them. Against his will though, Billy’s eye was drawn to the prominent bulge in the front of his teacher’s swimming costume. Mr. Harrison clearly had a pretty big penis down there, no wonder he was always so confident and self assured. Feeling embarrassed Billy turned away.

As he was pulling off his trunks they caught on his own penis, the material rubbing against the naked skin. For a second his mind was drawn back to the sight of all those bikini clad women around the pool and against his will his cock began to swell, quickly doubling in length but still relatively floppy. Oh God, not now he thought. If anyone from school saw him with a semi-erect cock in the male changing rooms his life might as well be over. He tried to start doing his times tables in his head, a trick that usually worked for getting rid of unwanted boners.

As calmly as he could he glanced round to make sure no one else was looking and found Mr. Harrison staring at him, an odd look on his face that Billy couldn’t quite identify. It looked like surprise mixed with something else but he couldn’t be sure what. Either way it unsettled him. It had never occurred to him that Mr. Harrison might be anything else than heterosexual and certainly not the sort of teacher that would letch after his students, male or female. Feeling uncomfortable he hurried to get dressed as quickly as possible and exited the changing rooms.

Mr. Harrison caught up with him on the sports centre steps as he made his way out.

“Billy” he called after him “can I have a quick word”.

Billy had a strange sense of déjà vu as this was almost exactly what he had said just the other day when giving his pep talk. He swung round to confront his teacher, this time a little more warily, on his guard for anything too out of the ordinary.

Mr. Harrison was clearly uncomfortable and when he talked seemed to be looking at a spot just over Billy’s right shoulder instead of straight at him like he normally did.

“I was just thinking…this is awkward…anyway look, I’m a member of a club you might be interested in joining”.

Billy hadn’t been expecting this “a club?”

“Yeah, it’s a club for the especially gifted and I think you might qualify” he broke off and frowned “look maybe I’m jumping the gun here, you might not be eligible to join, there are a lot of rules and you’d have to be tested”.

“Tested?”

“Yes, its…er…look you’ve heard of Mensa right?”

“Of course, my Mom’s a member” Billy replied with pride. While he himself was nothing special his mother was to all intents and purposes a genius.

Well it’s a bit like that but unique to this town”, he paused and shuffled looking at his feet, it was possibly the only time Billy had ever seen the teacher lost for words “anyway I think you might get a lot out of it but I’ve got to do some research first. Would you be interested?”

Billy found himself nodding “Yeah sure, why not”.

Mr. Harrison looked relieved “Good, look I’m sorry I can’t say anything more detailed at this stage but trust me, if you qualify you’ll understand why”.

He quickly said goodbye and dashed off leaving Billy standing on the steps more than a little perplexed.

Mr. Harrison had said it was for the gifted, like Mensa. He frowned trying to think back through his classes. He wasn’t stupid but he’d never shown any particular sign of brilliance, ever. In all aspects Billy was a distinctly average student. Hell, he was a depressingly average kid in all respects. He couldn’t think of a single occasion where he might have given Mr. Harrison or any other teacher an indication that he should be a member of some sort of brains club. That sort of thing was for bookworms like his classmate Sally. He was struck by a sudden thought, what if Mr. Harrison expected him to take some sort of IQ test? What if it was in front of the other members like in a Spelling Bee? He wasn’t sure he could stand the humiliation when it turned out how unimpressive he actually was. A nasty thought occurred to him, maybe Mr. Harrison only thought he was gifted because his mother was a genius? If so he was going to be disappointed.

He worried about this all the way home, his earlier concerns about the letter, Bobby Maxwell and Mr. Harrison staring at him in the changing rooms entirely forgotten. After a brief detour to the supermarket he got in around six to find the house still empty; but the huge pile of dishes in the kitchen was evidence that Melissa and her friends had been in, eaten and left again. Probably off to try and find a bar that would serve them before heading to the concert. This meant he’d have the house to himself for an hour or so before Mary arrived at seven. Quickly making himself a sandwich and taking another hormone pill, he decided to head back upstairs to risk looking is his sister’s room for a measuring tape or ruler.

As he passed the hallway he noticed a red light flashing on the phone that indicated a phone message. Pressing the play button he heard the familiar tones of his mother.

“Hi, Melissa, Billy, I’m just phoning to say I that I got to the conference safely. The hotel it the usual slum they put us up in at these things but I should be back tomorrow before dinner. I hope everything’s going ok, if anything happens, remember you can reach me on my cell phone…”.

The machine buzzed to indicate that it had run out of space. His mother had a habit of rambling in her messages. He was just about to continue upstairs when he saw that the red light was still flashing indicating another message. Just out of curiosity he pressed the button again. This time it was a woman’s voice he didn’t recognize.

“Hi Sarah, hope the conference went well and you had a good journey. Just calling to say the lab results are back and on your desk for Monday morning. I think you’ll be presently surprised about the effect that was recorded on the test subjects”.

Obviously, someone from his mother's work…boring! Dismissing it from his mind he went upstairs. This time a quick search in his sister’s bedroom, something he’d never have done if she’d been about, yielded him a rather battered twelve inch wooden ruler. Perfect for his needs.

Ensconced in the safety of his room, hefting the ruler in one hand he started to unbutton his shorts with the other so he could get himself hard to measure himself properly. He was just about to pull his cock out when the doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was twenty to seven. If it was Mary she was early, damn. He hurriedly began zipping himself up again. As he was leaving his bedroom the doorbell rang again.

“I’m coming” he called. Dashing down the stairs he pulled open the door and stopped short as the person in front of him wasn’t who he was expecting.

It wasn’t Mary from down the street, it was Tammy Mills, the head cheerleader, he’d seen making out in the school corridor on the way home yesterday.

“Hi, Billy” she said grinning down at him “I’m afraid Mary couldn’t make it tonight so she sent me over in her place”.

Chapter Six – Adventures in Babysitting

For a second all he could was gawp at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Partly this was a reaction to her unexpected appearance at his door and partly because of her outfit. In deference to the heat she was wearing a pair of impossibly short Daisy Duke cut offs and a white tank-top that barely contained her D cup breasts. Her long hair was tied back in a pony tail that made her look like a blonde Lara Croft.

“Can I come in?” she asked, speaking with the Midwestern accent that marked her out as a town native and swept past him before he had a chance to answer leaving him dumbfounded in the doorway.

“I’m just getting myself a coke” she called from the kitchen “is that ok?”

He followed her in to find her bent over peering into the fridge, her faced bathed in its light. He tried his best to keep his eyes off her denim clad ass.

“Only regular” she noted, looking up at him “you don’t have diet?”

“I can go to the store and get some” he hastily offered, mentally chastising himself for drinking the last can that afternoon.

She laughed good naturedly, “Billy I was kidding, jeez, you need to lighten up a bit”, she paused “unless of course you were implying that I actually need to lose weight”.

This time he knew she was joking and laughed uneasily along with her as she poured them both a coke. “I’m afraid Mary’s been taken ill with a sore throat, but she called me up and I owed her a favor so here I am. I hope your mother won’t mind me taking over”.

“No, she’ll be fine” Billy reassured, her offering a silent prayer of thanks to Mary for falling ill and delivering Tammy Mills into his home. “Would you like me to show you round?”

She picked up her glass and took a sip, “Lead on”.

Billy hadn’t had many babysitters before, mainly because it had always been rare for both of his parents to be out at the same time. On the few occasions he had been babysat they’d normally been middle age ladies who’d sent him to bed early while they watched TV downstairs, coming up to check on him every so often. Tammy was different in that she actually seemed interested in talking to him as a person, a fact he had a hard time coming to terms with. Why would the best looking girl in school be so nice to him?

Maybe it was because his sister was trying out for the cheerleading team and Tammy didn’t want to make a bad impression with his family, but the more he thought about this the less sense this made. Tammy was the most popular girl in school and Queen Bee of the cheerleading squad, she didn’t have to court favor with anyone. His sister was popular but not to the extent that it would threaten Tammy. Also while athletic she’d never done cheerleading before in her life and places on the team were notoriously competitive, if anything he should be trying to impress Tammy on his sister’s behalf rather than the other way around.

Also it was a little bit weird she was babysitting him at all. She’d never struck him as the kind of girl who needed the money or had the inclination to do it, especially on a Saturday night when she’d normally be out partying. He wondered what kind of favor she owed Mary to be doing this. Whatever it was she didn’t seem bitter about it as other girls might have been. On the contrary she was bright and breezy as he showed her round the house, first the ground floor and then the upstairs. He found himself telling her about his Dad’s death and his family’s move to Burlington while she listened with a sympathetic ear. He paused outside his door, just about to suggest heading downstairs again and maybe watching some TV…instead she interrupted with an idea of her own.

“So, aren’t you going to show me inside your room?” she inquired

“Er…my room?”

She nodded “Yes, your room. Isn’t that normally where you and your friends hang out? As I’m babysitting you we should hang out, right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure” he stuttered and led her in.

Opening the door he breathed a sigh of relief, while it was typically untidy at least he’d picked his dirty clothing up off the floor that morning and put them in the laundry basket. Without waiting for an invitation she immediately flopped down on his bed stretching out in a way that showed her amazing body to its best advantage. Actually almost any pose would have shown her teenage body to its best advantage. She surveyed the room with a confident eye, completely unfazed by being in a boy’s bedroom. Billy stood near the door, hesitant to join her on the bed for fear of appearing too forward, even though it was his room.

She obviously noticed this as she beckoned him over, patting the duvet next to her “Come and sit down, I won’t bite”. Rather gingerly Billy settled on the bed beside her trying to make sure that he kept a respectable space between them.

They sat there is silence for what could only have been seconds but seemed to Billy to be dragging on for eternity until he finally had to say something to fill the void.

“Sorry this is a bit strange for me” he said, feeling almost that he should be apologizing for something, but was unsure what.

She tilted her head to one side “Why’s that?”

“Well you know…”, he stumbled over the words desperately wishing he hadn’t started but now committed “Its not everyday I get the most popular girl in school sitting on my bed.”

“The most popular girl in school? Where?!” She spun round looking around her and for a spilt second again Billy thought she was being serious till he saw the broad grin on her face.

“Come on Billy, you are going to have to lighten up, and you can start by dropping this crap about me being the most popular girl in school.”

He couldn’t let this go unchallenged “Tammy, you’re easily the most popular girl at Burlington High.”

“You think so?” she asked frowning slightly “If I am I don’t think it’s worth the hassle. If I’m the most popular girl in school why have I only got four or five real friends? Why do I spend all my time worrying about how I look? Do you know how early in the morning I get up to start putting my make up on? I spend a small fortune on clothes and everyday I worry I’m going to make a social faux-pas and look like an idiot in front of everybody. Everybody always expects me to be something I’m not, especially when my mom was head cheerleader and so I had to be head cheerleader”, she pulled a face “that was made clear to me at a very young age”, she caught herself mid-rant and smiled.

“Wow”, Billy frowned “I had no idea…”.

“Really, it’s not a big deal” she interrupted him, “the last thing the world needs is another middle class white girl wringing about how unfair her life is. It’s just sometimes it’s nice to let off steam, especially when everybody thinks you have the perfect life”.

“Well its easy for you to say” he told her, surprised at his own boldness “you’ve been blessed with great genetics, look at me, you could line me up with every other kid at school and I’d never stand out from the crowd”.

She looked at him incredulously “You think I always looked like this? Up until the age of fourteen I was a gangly girl with crooked teeth and bad skin who only stood out because I was half a foot taller than all the other girls in my year. I had friends I hung out with and life was fine. Then suddenly one summer I just developed” she indicated down to her body with a flip of her hand, “I got breasts and hips and filled out in the right places and suddenly everybody is making ugly duckling to swan comparisons and all these girls who never spoke to me before want to be my friend” she paused, “Look, promise you won’t go repeating this?”

“I promise”.

“Well Ryan, my boyfriend moved here when he was 13 and he was the skinniest little kid you ever saw. Then just like me, one summer puberty hit and he just shot up. He got muscles all over and with a good diet and a lot of gym work look at him now. I mean you’re what, still only 14? There’s plenty of time for you to develop”.

Billy thought about his growth hormone deficiency and the pills he had to take four times a day. He wanted to tell Tammy about it but she seemed to really like him, there was no point letting on now what a medical freak he was.

“I suppose you’re right” he said instead, “Still, it’d be nice not to be just so incredibly average. You know have a special talent, stand out from the crowd a bit”.

“Billy” she grabbed his head with one hand and forced him to look her in the eye “I don’t ever want to hear you saying that. No one is average. Everybody has something special about them, some talent or gift. You just haven’t figured out what yours is yet”. As she gave this speech for a second he saw her eyes flick down his body but she caught herself and returned her gaze to his.

Changing tack she caught sight of his games console, “Oh cool a Playstation 3. I so wanted one of these for Christmas but my parents decided to spend the money fixing my teeth instead”. She flashed him a dazzling smile, showing them off “I think I’d have preferred the Playstation 3, got any good games for it?”

This was finally an area where Billy felt properly qualified to speak with confidence and so quickly ran through his collection of games, Tammy showed an enthusiastic interest and a surprising amount of knowledge about video game history.

She picked up his copy of Soul Calibur 4 “This is multiplayer isn’t it? Fancy having a game? That is of course assuming you don’t mind having your ass kicked by a girl?”

For the next two hours they played a variety of video games sitting side by side on the bed. Every so often she would shift position and her arm or leg would brush against him. The first time it happened, he involuntarily jerked away but gradually became used to the feeling of her skin touching his. He got an erection fairly early on but thanks to his baggy shorts and by lying on his front on the bed, his hands dangling over the end, he managed to keep it hidden from view. Unlike the night before this wasn’t a painful aching one. He didn’t get fully hard, instead it just felt pleasantly swollen. Every so often when he thought she was paying particular attention to the game he would shift slightly on the bed rubbing it against the material sending shivers of pleasure through his body. As they played he found himself talking to her about all sorts of things, his problems at school, Bobby Maxwell bullying him, his plans for the summer. He didn’t tell her about some of the weird stuff that had happened to him lately as he didn’t want to disturb her, especially as some of it might involve Ryan. She listened seeming to understand and in return told him about her life growing up in Burlington and her plans for her and Ryan to go to college together if they could get scholarships.

“I can understand wanting to get away from this place…” Billy said without thinking.

She half shrugged “Oh the town has got a lot of hidden attractions. Sometimes you just have to know where to look”.

“You know the thing I hate about these games” she opined after an hours frantic playing where Billy had beaten her roughly two times out of three.

“It’s the way the women are portrayed. I mean…” she gestured toward the female character she was currently controlling “look at the size of her breasts, if she was real there’d be no way she’d be able to stand up straight”.

Actually the size of the female characters breasts was one of the chief reasons why Billy had bought the game. Luckily his copy of Dead or Alive Beach Volley Ball was still in a box under his bed. He suspected Tammy wouldn’t approve.

“I mean real women don’t look like that” she continued “It’s like all those magazines that portray woman as blonde bimbos when you know they’ve all been photo-shopped to within an inch of their lives”.

Billy hadn’t been expecting this kind of talk from her, after all she was the head cheerleader. She was the last person he thought would be discussing the evils of consumer culture.

“I suppose it’s because people want to fit in” he suggested carefully “People want to look good and like looking at good looking people”.

“You mean the way you’ve been secretly try to glance at my ass for the past hour when you think I’m not looking?”

She laughed at his horrified expression “Relax, you’re a teenage boy that’s what teenage boys do” she grinned seemingly completely at ease talking to him about this “unless you were gay of course, although I’ve even turned a few heads in gay clubs. I’m used to all the guys at school staring at me, including some of the girls and most of the teachers”.

Billy was open mouthed “Even Mr. Harrison?”

“Oh, especially James” she giggled, casually using Mr. Harrison’s first name in a way Billy would never have dared “He just loves my breasts, but then he doesn’t have to live with them 24/7. Do you know how hard it is to run with these? Having to change into a sports bra whenever I want to do anything even mildly athletic?”

Billy found his gaze drifting down to them, staring at the way they bulged slightly as they pressed against her tank top and the duvet as she lay next to him on the bed. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself “They’re perfect”.

“You really think so?” she mused “I always thought they were too big”.

“Oh God no” he reassured her “they’re amazing”.

“Miss Robert’s has a bigger pair than mine” she teased him “I bet all you boys love to drool over them. But I bet hers are fake though, mine are 100% guaranteed real”.

“They are” Billy agreed although in truth he wouldn’t have known one way or another. He meant it as a statement of fact but she took it as a question.

“Sure they are, fake ones don’t feel this good”. Before he could stop her she’d sat up, taken his hand and placed it on her right breast “There see what I mean?”

Billy did see or rather feel and he felt his whole body freeze as the palm of his hand pressed against her breast.

“Come on” she urged him “You can’t tell just by touching them like that, squeeze a bit.”

Incredibly carefully he squeezed and felt the warm flesh give slightly under his hand. He could feel her nipple harden even through her bra and he stared up stupidly into her smiling face feeling more so than ever that he must be dreaming this.

Somewhere down below the doorbell rang.

Billy sprang back like he’d been shot but Tammy just stood up calmly as if nothing had happened. “That’ll probably be the friend I invited round to study. I hope you don’t mind” she checked her watch “anyway you should be going to bed now. It was nice talking to you to Billy, hopefully we’ll be able to see more of each other if your sister makes it onto the team”.

She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead “Night, sleep well”.

Billy desperately wanted to point out it was only nine o’clock, way before his normal bedtime but somehow the words wouldn’t come and he just watched as she left the room and went downstairs to the front door.

Initially Billy did actually make an effort to do as she said and go to sleep. He lay on the bed tossing and turning as thoughts of what might be happening downstairs ran through his mind. Who was down there with Tammy, was it another girl and if so which? Was it a boy? Could it be Ryan? They might actually even be doing it! The thought of the jock and the cheerleader having sex in his house filled his head and once more he felt his cock swelling.

He strained to hear but couldn’t make anything out, but that didn’t prove anything. The floors of the house were extremely sturdy and with his door closed anything could be happening below. Creeping down to spy on them was out of the question as they’d be sure to hear him on the creaking stairs. He could always claim he was just heading down to the kitchen for a glass of water but Tammy would make sure he went straight back to bed and stop whatever she was doing, assuming of course she was even doing anything.

He had sudden burst of inspiration. In the garden there was an old elm tree. The children of the previous family who had owned the place had built a tree-house in it; and while that had mostly fallen apart, the old rope ladder they used to climb was still attached to the branch near his window. His mother had forbidden him from using it as she was worried about its safety, but it was the only discrete way down to the garden.

Approaching the window he judged that the branch looked sturdy enough that it would take his weight. Sliding the window up he noticed that the blind was down on Miss Robert’s window opposite. That was one small mercy, she was probably at the rock concert his sister and her friends were attending. If he was going to fall and make a fool of himself he’d rather not have her see him do it.

Carefully and slowly he climbed onto the window ledge and on the second attempt managed to grab hold of the branch. It had enough give in it for him to be able to pull it nearer and he was able to hook his foot onto a rung before swinging himself out. The branch creaked ominously and he caught his breath but it held and he quickly climbed down praying that no eagle eyed neighbor would spot him and mistake him for a burglar.

He hit the ground with a soft thump and as quietly as possible moved over to the patio and large French doors that opened up into the living room. The sofa faced the garden so assuming Tammy and whoever it was were actually in there, he’d have an excellent view of whatever it was they were doing. Luckily there was a large bush growing to one side of the French doors he could conceal himself in. Cutting it down had been on his mothers list of things to do this weekend before she had been called away to the conference but for now it would provide excellent cover. He pushed his way in trying his best to ignore the stings of the brambles. It had cooled significantly now the sun had set but it was still warm enough that he wasn’t cold in his shorts and T-shirt. Pushing himself as far towards the front of the bush as he dared he peered into the living room.

Chapter Seven – Beating around the Bush

Pushing himself as far towards the front of the bush as he dared he peered into the room. Tammy was sitting on the sofa next to Steve Reiner, one of the star Quarterbacks on the school football team. He was a farmers’ son and his physique reflected a lifetime of helping his father in the fields, muscles showing all over his body. He was probably the biggest guy on the team making even Ryan the Captain look small in comparison. While he always seemed good natured enough around school he was well known for not being the sharpest tool in the box, spending more attention on cars and girls than his books.

Currently his full attention was focused on Tammy. They were entwined, his big arms wrapped around her, his mouth pressed against hers. He broke off from their embrace, “Are you sure this is ok Tammy?”

“Its fine” she reassured him “Billy’s fast asleep upstairs, his mothers away at a conference and his sister Melissa isn’t going to be back from the concert till gone twelve”.

Steve looked surprised, “The kid you’re babysitting is Melissa West’s brother?”

Tammy pouted prettily “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on her too. She’s only been at the school a month and already half the football team is falling over themselves to date her”.

He coughed and blushed, “Er, that isn’t what I meant. I was just surprised is all. Isn’t her mom the one the Reverend and Clarissa are getting all hot under the collar about?”

Tammy rolled her eyes, “Yeah, but I can think of lots of things the Reverend preaches against that you like doing” she whispered, daring him to disagree with her “now do you want to sit here discussing civil rights or do you want to enjoy yourself?”

Somehow Steve was still finding the willpower to resist “Are you sure? I mean about us doing this…what with you and Ryan…when you invited me over tonight…I mean he is my friend”. Never eloquent at the best of times, Tammy’s skilful fingers brushing against his body were making it increasingly difficult for Steve to string a coherent sentence together. Watching from the bushes Billy couldn’t blame him, in fact he was amazed at his restraint. If he was in that position he wouldn’t have thought twice about it.

She smiled and patted his arm “Don’t worry about Ryan, he’s still my boyfriend and I love him but he’s busy tonight and I thought you and I could get to know each other a little bit better”. Her smile broadened to a grin and her eyes narrowed “you know, have some good old fashioned all American fun” her voice lowered becoming sultry, “I won’t tell him if you won’t…?”

Taking this as an invitation Steve leaned in and kissed her again, even more aggressively than before. Even from his position in the bushes Billy could tell it was a deep kiss and involved tongues. At the same time he was doing this Steve raised his hand and started to massage her breasts through the tank top. She responded with a slight moan making it clear that his attentions were not unwelcome. Billy felt a stab of jealousy, just half an hour earlier it had been him pressing his hand against those breasts. His cock ached at the memory and he gave himself a quick squeeze through his shorts that just further aroused it.

For a while they continued like this, kissing on the sofa, Steve playing with her breasts as she ran her hands all over his body. It was only when he tried to actually lift her top to get her breasts out that she protested, playfully slapping his hand away.

“Steve, no! We can’t do that, not with Billy asleep upstairs”.

The tone of her voice though didn’t sound particularly upset, more like she was admonishing a spoilt child. It didn’t seem like Tammy at all, at least not the Tammy he’d been speaking to upstairs. Then she’d been a kind thoughtful girl, a little uncertain of herself and her place in the world. He’d felt that she’d really opened up to him in his room when she’d told him about her insecurities and tried to reassure him about his. Billy was no great expert in human nature but he could swear that that had been the real Tammy. The girl on the sofa seemed like someone else entirely, almost like she was playing a role for some unseen audience.

She was currently reaching down and massaging Steve’s groin through his jeans. “How about I give your dick some attention instead baby” she murmured softly kissing the nape of his neck “I promise you’ll enjoy it”.

He answered with a groan and leaned back to allow her better access as she started to kiss down his body. At the same time her busy hands were unbuttoning his shirt and she began to rub her body against his, her breasts pressing against his muscular chest. She licked and kissed his skin all over, occasionally moving across to nibble and suck on his nipples, before resuming her downward journey. By the time her mouth got to the top of his jeans she had already undone his belt and started to unzip them.

Billy felt a sudden stab of loathing directed at Steve and to a lesser extent Tammy. He couldn’t believe they were doing this in his mother’s house, especially while she was being paid to babysit him. However while this was running through his mind his hands were moving downwards with a life of their own, pulling his cock out of his shorts. He was already hard and it stood out at a solid 45 degree angle to his body radiating heat in the cool night air. He began to play with himself, luxuriating in the feeling of his foreskin being pulled back to reveal the large purple head of his penis.

He knew he was taking an awful risk by doing this outdoors but couldn’t help himself. He felt compelled to play with himself as the erotic scene unfolded indoors. Also the danger of being caught intensified the experience. He took a quick glance around him but the houses of either side were dark and the garden had high fences all round it protecting him from prying eyes. As he turned back to watching the living room he didn’t see the blind covering Miss Robert’s window twitch back to one side.

Inside Tammy was teasing Steve further. Her mouth hovered tantalizing inches from his groin but she hadn’t yet taken the final step. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling of power she held over him. The six foot six Quarterback acting like putty in the hands of the teenage girl.

She looked up at him, an impish grin on her face “Want me to stop?”

Steve’s voice came out as a croak “God, no. Please don’t…”.

She licked her lip staring wolfishly at his groin, “What’s the magic word?”

“What?” his lust clouded brain was clearly in no state for riddles although Billy doubted he could have answered correctly at the best of times, “err…please…?”

She stuck out her tongue, “Spoil sport, its Open Sesame”. She elongated the words, savoring the moment as she pulled down the zipper on his jeans, her eyes staring directly into his as her hand reached inside, fishing for his cock, and pulled it out.

For a second it looked as if her façade vanished. Billy could swear that a look of disappointment mixed with distaste crossed her face. She moved round slightly readjusting her position on the sofa and Billy got a clear view of what she was holding in her hands.

Now it was Billy’s turn to be surprised. For such a big guy Steve had a really really small dick. Tammy’s entire hand was wrapped around it and only the tip was visible but she had quite small hands herself so Billy estimated that his cock could only be around five or so inches long. In proportion to his height and muscular body it looked even tinier. Then the answer occurred to him; for some reason it must still be soft, all of Tammy’s teasing and cajoling had failed to get it hard, that was why it looked so small. Then she moved her hand away and he saw the truth. It was hard, it was standing stiffly upright, leaking pre-cum but still only five inches. Billy stifled a gasp, that couldn’t be true. It had to be a mistake, a trick of the light caused by his distance from them and the angle Steve was sitting at.

Tammy seemed to have the same thought as she tugged at his jeans to give her better access. This gave Billy a clearer view too and there was no mistaking it, Steve’s penis could only be about five inches long at best. Billy took a quick glance down as his own organ jutting out from his groin and removed his hand so he could better compare them. His was clearly bigger. He felt a sudden feeling of elation. He Billy West had a bigger cock than a 17 year old muscle bound Quarterback. His cock seemed to swell and grow even more at the thought.

Meanwhile Steve’s face was a mass of confusion as even through his lust addled brain he seemed to have sensed that Tammy’s mood had changed, “I thought you were going to suck…?”

“You thought wrong” her tone was polite but firm, the playful Tammy of just a few moments ago now gone. With some effort she managed to inject some softness back into her voice “Are you really going to say no to a hand job?”

Steve had had his male pride hurt by her perceived rejection although he clearly hadn’t worked out why. Billy could see the conflicting play of emotions across his face as these feelings struggled with his lust. In the end his lust won as all three of them knew it would.

She spat on her hand to provide some lubrication and began to rub her hand over his cock getting it nice and sticky. To Billy’s untrained eye it looked like the earlier expert administrations of earlier had vanished, all she seemed concerned with was getting Steve to cum as quickly as possible. If Steve had had anything else on his mind except his own pleasure he would have picked up on how perfunctory her efforts were.

Billy’s efforts mirrored hers, his hand sliding up and down his long length exulting in the sensations it gave him but also in the sense of superiority he now felt over Steve. Sure, Steve might be bigger and older but Billy was bigger and better where it counted. He was certain that Tammy wouldn’t have looked so dismissively at his cock and refused to suck it, instead giving a measly hand job. Instead she’d have treated it with the respect it deserved. He frowned, where had that that thought come from? Respect? Why would Tammy respect his cock? From somewhere his subconscious immediately replied; because I’m big. I Billy West have a big cock, not just a big cock but a pussy stretching monster of a cock.

New ideas and thoughts completely alien to him were flooding his brain as he jacked his meat, he wasn’t sure where they were coming from but they felt instinctively right. If he’d been asked he wouldn’t have been able to articulate them but they seemed like some inner truth that had always been inside him that he was only now becoming fully aware of. His cock deserved respect. He looked down at it bulging in his hand, how had he never realized this before? All the women around him should be respecting his cock, not just Tammy and the other girls at school but his teachers too, Principal Madison, Miss Roberts and her big fucking breasts…he groaned at the thought. But this went beyond age or race or position; all the women of the town should pay their respects, even his….mentally he drew back, unable to even complete the thought, the final taboo.

His hand speeded up matching Tammy’s stroke for stroke. Her hand sped up and down Steve’s cock, (admittedly not a very long journey) faster and faster and then it happened, both boys erupted although the results were markedly different. Steve humped his hips forwards and came, sticky cum dribbling from his cock and running down over Tammy’s hand. Billy arched his back and rammed his groin forwards as with both hands he pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go desperate to orgasm. White frothy seamen exploded outwards, flying several feet through the air with an intensity that surprised even him. Spurt after spurt of hot creamy cum, splattering against the bushes leaves and branches. His cock jerked wildly hitting the brambles as it did so but he didn’t mind the tiny stabs of pain. If anything they intensified the experience as he orgasmed and it was all he could to avoid crying out.

As he finished coming he shook himself, he’d been thinking about something just before he’d cum, he knew that much but he couldn’t remember exactly what it was. Something about respect…? He frowned and shivered, whatever it was it had gone, swept from his brain along with every other rational thought when he’d exploded. Sensing movement to his right he glanced upwards. Miss Robert’s house was still dark but it looked like the blind covering her window was moving as if someone had pulled it back a bit. He studied it with some alarm but then decided he must have been seeing things as it was now still. Either that or she’d left the window open a crack and it was just flapping in the breeze. Satisfied that he was still unseen he turned his attention back to the room.

On the sofa Tammy was wiping Steve’s cum from her hand with a cloth from her pocket. He was laying back on the sofa his jeans and underwear round his ankles a dazed expression on his face, “Wow, baby…”

But before he could even finish the sentence she cocked her head to one side a look of panic on her face. “Do you hear someone moving about upstairs?”

“What…?”

She shook him angrily and hissed “I think Billy’s woken up, quick, you better get out of here. If he catches us down here I’m going to be in all sorts of trouble”. Quickly she helped the protesting jock back into his clothes and pushed him towards the door. It was only once he was out and she’d turned back towards the window that Billy could see the smile playing on her face. He was certain that this was another piece of her play acting. She hadn’t heard him upstairs. It had just been a convenient excuse to get rid of Steve.

She waited until his car had driven off before pulling her mobile out of her jeans pocket. Billy watched as she dialed a number, twirling her blonde hair in her hand while it rang.

“Hi, how’s it going?” she asked breezily bouncing down on the sofa.

Frustratingly for Billy he was only able to hear her half of the conversation and there were several points where she just listened, nodding occasionally or throwing in the odd yes or no.

“Yeah I’m over there right now” she laughed “You’ll never guess who I’ve just had over”.

She listened as the person on the other end of the phone ran through a few names, “No…, no… oh you’re hopeless, it was Steve Reiner, you can tell Ryan that he was a shower not a grower…No, I’m serious, big Steve Reiner…it looks like he wasn’t just short changed in the smarts department. God when I got it out I felt like asking him where the rest of it was. I almost couldn’t bring myself to touch it”.

She frowned as the person on the phone asked a question and then pulled a face, “…Of course not, he’s up in his room, credit me with some discretion”.

Another laugh and a long pause.

“I don’t see why we have to wait until tomorrow and all your cloak and dagger tactics, I could do it right now, no bother. Hell, I was up in his room earlier and let him have a feel of the girls…Seriously, he was practically drooling over me when he answered the door. When I was in his bedroom he’d have cum if I touched him” she giggled again, “No way, he’s a sweet kid, anyway no one would believe him anyway”.

She stood up and started pacing the room and Billy had to move back into the bush to avoid being spotted.

“Well remember” she added “I’m doing this as a big favor to you, personally I think James has lost the plot this time. Billy’s a sweet kid but I really don’t think he’s got what it takes. I mean he’s only 14 years old. If James is right it’ll be a fucking miracle”.

Billy flinched slightly at her use of the words ‘sweet kid’.

“He’s into the usual things” she continued “Video games, movies, nothing out of the normal, nothing that might cause problems. I’ll be seeing the sister on Wednesday, she’ll be trying out for the team”, a pause and then another laugh “No the cheerleading team, Jesus, she’s only been at the school a month or so. Anyway I think she’s besotted with Ryan, that’s why”. She raised her voice obviously talking to someone in the vicinity of the other phone “Did you hear that lover?, Apparently Melissa West has a crush on you”.

Billy was really confused now, from what she’d just said it sounded like she was now addressing Ryan but earlier she’d just confessed to inviting Steve over.

“Really, he did, did he?” she gave another dirty laugh “Should I be feeling jealous…? Well remember its fun now but you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow. That reminds me, can you put the stud on for a second”.

There was a slight pause as the phone was passed over from one person to another and then she continued.

“Hey lover, yeah, I know, I’d rather be there with you too…When you see James tell him I’ve done as he asked but it wasn’t easy getting hold of those concert tickets at short notice and passing them on to Mary. God she was whiny, she kept asking me why I was giving them to her and offering to cover the babysitting as well. You’d think she’d never heard of not looking a gift horse in the mouth”.

“Can you put Rachel back on?....Oh she’s got her mouth full at the moment. Well in that case I wouldn’t want to distract her. See you tomorrow”.

She flicked the phone off and turned on the TV, settling back on the sofa to watch a late night Talk show. Billy watched her for a little while longer until he decided that nothing else was going to happen and suddenly it occurred to him that now Steve was gone Tammy might make good on her threat to go up and check on him. Walking in through the front door wasn’t an option so he’d have to risk the rope ladder again.

Climbing up it proved significantly more difficult than climbing down and several times he thought the branch wasn’t going to take his weight and snap. However eventually he made it to the top and with a great deal of effort managed to swing himself across to the open window and lever himself in.

Exhausted both from the climbing and masturbation but also his earlier session at the swimming pool he quickly undressed and clambered into bed. His earlier guess proved correct as shortly after there was a soft tap on the door “Billy, you asleep?”
He didn’t answer but feigned sleep as the door inched open letting light from the hallway flood in. After a second it closed again and he heard her go back downstairs.

Lying on his back he pondered what he had just seen and overheard. Neither Tammy’s actions with Steve or her phone call later made much sense to him. She was meant to be Ryan’s girl yet had just cheated on him, but the phone call implied that he knew about it. She’d also clearly stated that she’d had a ticket for the concert but had given it to Mary in order that she’d be the one to babysit him. Not that he was complaining, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of a motive for this unless of course she’d been desperate to get it on with Steve and needed a place to do it, but a girl like Tammy must have a thousand and one places she could have gone better than a strangers house.

The only names she’d mentioned during the call he couldn’t identify was James and Rachel. There were several kids at school called James, but she’d also mentioned it earlier when speaking to him about Mr. Harrison. Could they be one and the same, and if so, could Tammy’s conversation have anything to do with Mr. Harrison’s club he wanted Billy to join? Tammy had talked about Billy’s personality quite a bit, maybe she’d been sent over to check him out, to make sure he wasn’t a creep. If so who was this Rachel that was spending time with Ryan?

He sighed, his thoughts were running away with him into the realms of fantasy. Why on Earth would Mr. Harrison send a 17 year old student to spy on another of his students, and for that matter why should she agree to do it? Every new fact he discovered only seemed to prompt yet more questions. Well beginning tomorrow he was going to start trying to get some answers. He resolved to head down to the town library and do some research. There must be some record of a club for high achievers in the records. Alternatively he could look into the symbol of the donkey he’d seen on the statue or the various names he’d heard Nurse Michaels and Principal Madison discussing on the Friday evening.

However for the moment a more pressing problem confronted him. Looking down he saw the familiar bulge in the duvet that indicated he’d become erect again. Reaching down and fondling it his mind drifted back to Tammy and Steve. One thing that had been clear from the call was that she’d been distinctly unimpressed with the size of his cock. What had she said again…short changed in the dick department? His was definitely bigger than that, it was bigger than he’d suspected. When had he had this sudden growth spurt? He didn’t remember being this big before and he certainly hadn’t been when he’d had his medical check-up a year ago. Maybe it was worth consulting one of his mother medical textbooks, that and measure his dick so he new exactly how big it was.

Meanwhile Tammy was still downstairs, he imagined walking down the stairs and taking it out to show to her, asking her to measure it for him and he excited squeal as she fell to her knees in front of him. Would she be that impressed? He resumed his fantasy from last night imagining her bending over him on the sofa her mouth wrapped around his cock blessing it with soft reverential kisses. After the show downstairs this was too much for him and he came again, quickly grabbing his bedside tissues to make sure it didn’t stain the sheets.

Glancing across he saw the blind was still drawn over Miss Robert’s window, he must have been seeing things earlier he decided. He’d had a very weird last couple of days and it was obviously making him jumpy. Turning over he fell into a light sleep but like before was tormented by erotic dreams and woke several times bathed in sweat and with an erection that strained painfully against his boxer shorts. Each time he jacked off and this lessened the ache but it didn’t fully soften and go down until the sixth time. As he finally fell asleep he heard the town clock tower chiming two o’clock in the far distance and the creak of the front door down below as his sister returned home before sleep took him once more.

Chapter Eight – Facts and Figures

The next morning he woke up even later then usual, even for a Sunday. His first thought was that the events of last night must have been a dream but their vividness in his mind didn’t begin to fade as dreams normally do, it had unquestionably been real. He considered phoning Ross again before deciding against it. It had been hard enough convincing him he’d seen Miss Roberts masturbating. He was never going to believe what Tammy had gotten up to with Steve in Billy’s lounge.

Getting up he quickly dressed and took his morning pill. Making his way down the stairs he heard raised voices coming from the kitchen. Walking in he found his sister Melissa and her friends Sarah and Jaye sitting round the table poring over a large pile of fashion magazines featuring bridal wear.

“How was the concert?” he asked casually as he got a carton of juice out of the fridge.

His sister looked up from the magazine she was browsing through “It was great but more importantly how was your evening?”

“My evening?” He decided to act dumb “what do you mean?”

“I mean when I got back home last night I found Tammy Mills on the sofa watching TV “what happened to Mary?”

Billy shrugged “Why didn’t you ask Tammy?”

Melissa narrowed her eyes “I did, she gave me some bullshit story about Mary being ill and her covering for her”.

“Why was that bullshit?” Billy asked, although he had a horrible feeling he could sense where this was going.

It was Jaye who answered “Because when we came out of the stadium I saw Mary in the parking lot with her boyfriend. She’d obviously just been to the concert”.

“Then obviously she lied to Tammy and convinced her to cover for her” Billy suggested “why are you having a go at me about it?”

Melissa seemed genuinely angry, “Well I’m going to speak to Mom about it and I’ll be speaking to Mary at school on Monday. When Jaye came and told me about it I went to look for Mary but couldn’t find her so I had to rush back here because I was worried you’d been left on your own”.

“Look, I had someone here with me, isn’t that the main thing and it’s not like you’ve never cut class or anything. Why don’t you just drop it, its not like I’m going to need a babysitter again any time soon”. Billy wasn’t sure why he was trying to cover up Tammy’s lie but he felt instinctively that it would be for the best if Melissa and his Mom didn’t get drawn into whatever it was Tammy was up to. That’s something he wanted to discover for himself.

Melissa shot him a suspicious look but went back to the discussion over bridesmaids dresses with the other girls. Billy got on with making his breakfast. As he did so Sarah, the only person not to have spoken during the discussion shot him a quick smile. He smiled back. While she was fairly attractive he didn’t normally go for willowy blondes. He preferred woman with larger breasts. However she was still hot and her English accent was extremely alluring, it made even mundane phrases sound seductive. He made a mental note that he’d have to try and tag along when they tried the Bridesmaids dresses on. He was sure Sarah and Jaye were going to look like knockouts in them.

“Right” his sister said “we’re heading into town to look at materials and hang out at the Mall. Do you need a lift in?”

Billy shook his head “Nah, I’ll be fine. I’ve got some school work I’ve got to get done” he lied. This suited his plans perfectly. He had several things he wanted to do that would require privacy. He waited until they drove off and finished his breakfast before making a start.

Dashing upstairs he popped into his mother’s office and grabbed a couple of medical textbooks from the shelves and went into his room and closed the curtains. Sitting on the edge of the bed he opened the biggest book and flicked through to the section dealing with human genitalia, specifically the male penis. He’d had the basics of human reproduction explained to him by his parents and at school but was astonished at how much information there was on it. He quickly skipped over the section on diseases and genetic problems and finally found the sub-heading dealing with penis size and growth.

With some surprise he noted that someone had already read this section before him. Several passages had been underlined in pencil and copious notes made in the margins in a hand he didn’t recognize. The notes didn’t make much sense to him as they were mostly comprised of either technical terms or chemical formula. Whoever had written them had clearly been enthusiastic though, judging from the number of exclamation points used. Struck by a sudden thought he turned to the other textbooks and quickly rifled through them. All of the sections on penis development and size had been similarly annotated in the same handwriting. His mother lent her books out freely to colleagues and students studying under her so there was no way of telling when the notes had been made or by whom. It would be nice to know who had taken such an interest in this topic though, he thought, as they were clearly an expert and there wasn’t anyone else Billy could comfortably ask about it.

Eventually after looking through a couple of the books he found what he’d been searching for. A detailed table with notes, showing penis development relating to age. Apparently the average sized penis was six inches long. Billy felt a thrill run up his spine as he read those words. Six inches was the average. He was sure he was bigger then that. After a lifetime of being thoroughly average or even sub-average in terms of his build it was great to think there was one area he really excelled in.

Reading on he noted with interest that most boys of 14 like himself were on average four or five inches long, only developing to their full length when they were between 16 and 17. He was obviously an early developer then. As he examined the pages and diagrams he felt his cock stiffen in his jeans. Unzipping them he laid his semi-hard member along his leg admiring its thickness and the way the veins ran up and down its surface. Just out of curiosity he carefully pulled back the foreskin and examined the large purple head. Up until the age of 12 Billy had only used his penis for urinating, and even once he’d discovered its role in procreation and the pleasure it could bring through masturbation he’d never really thought too much about it or looked at it closely, in the same way he’d never been drawn to examine the soles of his feet. Masturbation had always taken place in the dark or under cover of his sheets so he’d never taken the opportunity to examine his penis in detail.

He ran his index finger slowly over the big purple head. It tingled slightly as he did this but not unpleasantly so. Leaning back on the bed he continued reading while he slowly/playfully massaged his cock. Through the skin he could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat and it struck him as amusing that this would be a much more accurate way to take his pulse.

He discovered reading that penises varied a lot in size in terms of both length and girth and often one had little correlation with the other. The smallest cocks on record were a tiny two inches erect. There were pictures of this and he felt sorry for the guys that suffered from this condition. He knew what it was like to be bullied for not being as big as the other guys during school sports. However at the same time he also felt a weird feeling of superiority that almost bordered on contempt. He did his best to ignore this as it clearly wasn’t their fault they were that small.

He also found that often cock size when flaccid had no bearing on their erect state. He guessed this is what Tammy had meant when she’d referred to Steve being a shower not a grower. The largest cocks on scientific record were truly massive with examples in the books of up to twelve inches or more. Billy gasped at this. Twelve inches, that was a foot long! He could barely imagine any human penis reaching that size or how could anyone use it if they did? Frustratingly none of the books had images of these whoppers. He also noticed that while he’d been reading about these super sized cocks his own had reached full stiffness. Bobbing along his leg, it was unable to rise fully up by virtue of its mass and weight. This both disturbed and excited him and he wondered if maybe he had any homosexual urges. Certainly the thought of massive cocks in his mind intrigued him and whenever he tried to picture one and what it would look like, his own would jerk and spasm as fresh blood pumped into it. As he’d never had any real sexual contact with girls or boys yet he wasn’t certain what to make of this, but so far all of his masturbation fantasies had been heterosexual so he guessed he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

He was just about to close the book and make a start on actually measuring his penis when a sub-article caught his eye. It was called “The role of penis size in popular culture and mythology”. Reading through it Billy noted with interest that many societies and religions across the globe had elements of penis worship within them. The book showed pictures of Aztec, Egyptian and Native American statues of small figures sporting giant erections. In these cultures the large penis was seen as a symbol of strength, potency and fertility especially in places where having many children was seen as all important. Apparently in some of these tribal societies social rank was decided by penis size with the larger males taking several wives and even fathering children with the wives of their smaller rivals. For some reason the idea of this excited him and he thought back to the previous night with Tammy and Steve. In retrospect he’d have loved to have been able to stride out of the bushes into the room and take out his erect cock to compare it with Steve’s puny organ. It would have been great if Tammy could have measured them both so they could really see beyond dispute who was really the bigger man.

Closing his eyes Billy groaned at the mental image and his hand squeezed down on the slippery head of his cock now drenched in pre-cum. With a great effort he managed to restrain himself. He still wanted to measure himself and for that he needed his cock at full attention. Standing up he decided that if he was going to do this he was going to do it properly. He made doubly sure the curtains were drawn and no one could possibly see in and then stripped off all of his clothes. Feeling extremely self conscious he stood in the middle of the room examining himself in the wall mirror. In almost every aspect he was an unspectacular specimen of manhood. He was short with thin arms and legs and hardly any muscle development worth mentioning. He was good looking in a bland kind of way but there was nothing to distinguish him from any other 14 year old school boy.

Except for one thing. His cock was huge. Its weight meant it didn’t stand upright properly like most in the medical books but stood out in an almost straight line swaying in the air. Beneath it hung two extremely large balls. He didn’t have much in the way of public hair but that didn’t bother him as its absence just made his cock look even larger especially when compared to the rest of his underdeveloped body. If any other part of him, a hand say or his head had been this radically out of proportion he knew he’d be considered a freak. Hell, many might still think him a freak because of this. Tammy had been disappointed at Steve’s five inches but that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted something like this. The thought chilled him. What if he was too big? What if no girl wanted to go near something so large? He was seized by a sudden strong desire, he had to know how big he was. Grabbing the tape measure he did as the textbook instructed and unrolled it along the length of his cock starting where it met his stomach.

It was almost eight inches long from base to head. He measured twice to make sure. He knew from the medical book that this made him big, not massively so but in the top two percent of the male population. On the one hand he was relieved and on the other disappointed. Obviously he hadn’t wanted a freakishly large cock that scared woman away and his current size was far beyond his expectations but somewhere deep inside he wished he was just a little bigger.

Another thought occurred to him. The book said puberty continued until 17 or 18. He hadn’t noticed the massive growth spurt that had produced this change in his body. Maybe it was still going on. Perhaps the rest of his body would develop so he wouldn’t look so out of proportion or maybe…he gulped at the thought…maybe his cock would get even bigger. The idea thrilled him and he found himself almost praying it was true. He quickly took other measurements and found his girth to be roughly six inches round meaning that apart from its unusual size hic cock was roughly in proportion in terms of length and girth.

He’d never taken much notice of his hormone imbalance. Once it had been explained to him and he’d gotten over his initial anger he’d always just accepted it as a fact of life. Now he wished he’d paid more attention to his mother’s lectures. He also briefly wondered about his hormone supplements he still took four times a day. Could these have anything to do with this sudden development? He decided to have a quick look at his private medical records in his mothers study once he was finished here.

Firstly though, he had a rampant cock to take care of. Holding it firmly in both hands he began to pump it back and forth watching himself in the mirror as he did so. Lifting it experimentally he saw with some satisfaction that when pressed against his stomach it reached past his belly button. Increasing the speed he thought back to his words of last night, I Billy West have a massive cock. Now he was no longer hidden and was alone in the house so he could say them out loud.

“I have a massive penis/”

The words pleased him, this gift was nothing to be ashamed of so he repeated them and then a variation.

“Billy West has a really big dick”. He jacked his cock even faster pushing his groin forwards as his did so. The effect of reading the medical textbooks as well as the visual stimulation meant he came faster than usual as he shouted out as he came, vast spurts of seaman spraying out, splattering against the wall mirror and stick to it.

“I’ve got a fucking massive cock.”

As he slowly came down from the orgasmic high he was seized by a sudden impulse. He reached along with his hand and scooped up some of the thick seaman that was dripping from his cock. Putting it to his lips he tasted it. He’d never felt the slightest urge to do this before but now the impulse was overwhelming. The cum tasted sticky and slightly salty in his mouth along with a flavor he couldn’t quite place but it was a symbol of his size and he relished the feeling as he swallowed it.

He froze as a voice interrupted his thoughts, calling from downstairs.

“Billy? Is that you?”

Chapter Nine – A Visit to the Library

Two courses of action presented themselves to him. Either stay still and hope whoever it was didn’t come up, or try and get dressed in record time and brazen it out. He chose the former and froze, hardly daring to breath as he listened carefully for further sounds.

“Is that you up there, Billy?”

Shit, whoever it was, was coming up the stairs. Thinking fast he bundled his discarded clothes into the laundry basket and dived into bed pulling the duvet up to his chin.

“I’m in here” he called.

It was Sarah who opened the door and stepped in.

“Are you ok?” she asked, concern in her voice “I came back because I forgot my wallet and I thought I heard shouting”. She glanced at the window “and why are the curtains drawn? You can’t have gone back to sleep at this hour”.

“I don’t feel well” he lied “I thought I’d go back to bed for a lie down and fell asleep and had a nightmare. I must have been shouting out in my sleep”. From the corner of his eye he could see the wall mirror which still had his cum splattered across it. Sarah currently had her back to the wall but if she turned round she was sure to spot it and put two and two together.

Luckily she seemed genuinely worried about his condition and kept her focus on him “You might have a fever” she suggested. Coming nearer she sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on his forehead. “God, you’re burning up”, she snatched her hand away “and drenched in sweat. Do you need me to do anything or get anyone?”

Billy felt a momentary twinge of guilt. Both his temperature and the sheen of sweat on his brow were a result of his prolonged masturbation session rather than any real illness. He felt bad about deceiving Sarah like this, especially as she’d always been nice to him, but he didn’t feel he could possibly tell her the truth.

Billy shrugged, too caught up in the lie to back out now. “I’ll be fine, I just need some rest. My Mom will be back later this afternoon anyway”.

“That’s ok then, but if anything happens call Melissa on her cell phone”, her voice softened “I know she’s been giving you a hard time recently but things have been tough on her too. It’s not easy moving to a new town” she sighed “I can’t imagine it’s been easy for any of you”.

“When did you move here?” he asked, suddenly realizing he didn’t know anything about Sarah except what little his sister had told him.

“When I was nine. My father works in civic planning, we used to live in Bristol”, she noted the confusion on his face “It’s in England, near Wales. We came here to make a fresh start. My older sister stayed behind as she was just starting university. She lives in New York and London these days, but is getting married here because the rest of the family lives here”. She suddenly checked her watch “I’ve rambled on. I better get back to the dress shop otherwise the others will be wondering what’s happened to me”.

She got up, patted her dress down and headed towards the door. She paused for the moment halfway across the room and for a second he thought she’d spotted the mirror but instead she bent down to pick up a couple of the medical textbooks he’d been studying. She glanced at the titles “The human body, a guide for students?” She turned back to Billy “isn’t this a bit advanced for your classes?”

“They’re my moms’, I was just having a look at them because I want to study medicine when I’m older”. This was a complete lie as Billy had no real interest in the subject at all, but it seemed to satisfy Sarah.

“That’s cool, my older sister’s a Doctor and I’m thinking of becoming a nurse. I was actually going to ask your mom if I can do some work experience at her clinic”.

“Well she’s always saying how short staffed they are down there and as a friend of Melissa’s I’m sure she wouldn’t have a problems with that. Do you want me to mention it tonight?”

Sarah grinned “Thanks Billy, I'd appreciate it. Now you stay tucked up and get plenty of rest. You want to be fit and healthy tomorrow for school, right?” She winked and left his room leaving Billy breathing a huge sigh of relief that his activities hadn't been discovered.

Cautiously he climbed out of bed and retrieved his clothing from where they had been thrown and slipped into them. He’d been extremely lucky there. If she’d noticed the globs of cum on the mirror he’d have been sunk. Using a tissue he managed to clean them off and carried the pile of medical textbooks back to his mom’s study.

He knew his medical file was stored, along with Melissa’s in his mother’s filing cabinet which was usually kept locked. That was because it was where she put her private research files and confidential information about patients. It had been impressed upon him at a young age that he should never look in here, and normally he never would have if it hadn’t been for his burning curiosity. The way he rationalized it to himself was that it was his medical file so he had a right to see it.

Quickly finding the key on a nearby shelf he opened the cabinet and searched for the right file. Eventually he found it and inside was a copy of his birth certificate and the results of various medical exams over the years. Surprisingly he couldn’t find any mention about his hormone condition. He’d been told it was quite rare so had been expecting a ton of material on it. Maybe it was kept elsewhere, perhaps at her office. What he did find which was interesting was the results of his last examination. Flicking through it he noted that he hadn’t grown much height wise over the past year and that the flaccid size of his penis wasn’t much bigger than when it had been measured. This meant that while he was an unimpressive three and a half inches soft he more than doubled in size when hard to eight inches. No wonder he hadn’t picked up on this minor miracle sooner.

Returning the file to where he had found it he re-locked the cabinet and decided to continue his investigations down at the town library. Of course there was some small risk he might run into Melissa, Sarah or Jaye, or they might return looking for him but he could always brazen it out and claim he was feeling better. Grabbing his bag he headed out the door and into the hot sunshine.

The journey was relatively uneventful except for one small incident. The streets were fairly deserted compared to Saturday, with everybody either resting at home or at church. Indeed as he passed the town’s main Catholic Church he noticed a large crowd gathered outside in the graveyard. They were all dressed in black, obviously for a funeral and he wouldn’t have given it a second glance if there hadn’t been so many people attending. They easily numbered in the hundreds and he recognized several of the figures as teachers from his school. Principal Madison in a tasteful black suit was there along with Nurse Michaels who he spotted because of her fiery red hair. Joining them was Mr. Harrison looking his usual dapper self and Miss Harding’s the gym teacher. The rumor going round school was that she was a lesbian because she had short hair and wore trousers, even when not teaching gym, but Billy found that hard to credit. Today she was wearing a black dress, which with her short dark hair made her look almost elfin.

Principal Madison seemed to be in some distress. From the way her mascara was running she’d obviously been crying and she was dabbing at her face with a handkerchief. He saw Nurse Michael walk over and put her arm round her in an act of comfort and noticed that she was walking rather oddly in a stilted fashion. He assumed that maybe it was the high heels she had on. Then he saw something that really surprised him. It was Tammy and Ryan, he with his arm protectively round her walking across the grass. They were both respectably dressed and they went over to the group of teachers and started talking. There was nothing on Tammy's face that even hinted at what she had been doing the previous night. Not wanting to be caught staring Billy quickly crossed by and continued on his way.

As he walked his thoughts kept returning obsessively to his new found blessing. While he was obviously pleased to discover he was the proud owner of a massive penis the more he thought about it the less certain he became of what use it would be to him. It’s not like he could really show it to anyone, at home or at school. He knew girls were sometimes attracted to things like that sexually but how could he let them know he had it. Having an eight inch dick wasn’t the sort of thing he could easily bring up in conversation with anyone. Maybe if he got a girlfriend he could show it to her and she’d tell all her friends and it would become known round school but that still left him with the problem of finding a girlfriend in the first place. One of the medical books had mentioned the existence of “Size Queens”, women who had a fetish for larger dicks and were apparently extremely attracted to them. However he still had no idea how he could find a woman like that, it’s not as if they advertised their size queen status, and even if he could would his eight inches be enough to make her overlook his skinny build and age. He sighed, it would be horrible if having discovered what made him stand out from the crowd he then couldn’t tell anyone else about it.

The central library was an impressive granite and marble building close to the centre of town. It was one of the oldest surviving, and dated from the 1890s. Inside it was relatively cool compared to the heat outside and Billy made his way to the front desk where Mrs. Fox the head librarian was busy making repairs to some dog-eared hardbacks.

“Hi Billy” she greeted him looking up from her work “and what brings you here today? Shouldn’t you be out enjoying the sun?”

She was a buxom woman in her mid 30s of American-Chinese descent and one of the first people Billy had really made friends with in the town. She shared his love of books and was always happy to talk whenever he popped in. As usual she wore a low cut top that showed her assets to their best advantage. Billy had never seen a Chinese woman with a massive cleavage so he presumed that she’d gotten this from the American side of her family. Wherever they were from, they were truly awe inspiring, more than a match for any women he’d seen on the internet or magazines. He estimated that each one was almost the size of his head and obviously were straining against her bra.

“I’m doing a school project” he told her, which as he saw it was partly true “I’m looking for books on the town’s history”.

“Local history, hmmm” she frowned, sucking the end of her pencil in a way that made Billy feel weak at the knees. “That’ll be second floor, towards the back. Sadly there’s not normally much demand for that sort of thing”.

He thanked her and hurried towards the stairs. As he did so she called after his retreating back ,“and remember, we close early at six on a Sunday”.

It was a long climb up to the second floor and by the time he got there he was out of breath. This was where all the non-fiction and reference books were kept. At first he thought it was deserted but quickly realized that Miss Palin the assistant librarian was standing in between two of the shelves arguing with a shorter blonde woman. Miss Palin was a talk dark haired woman who looked and dressed like a librarian from a 1940s film noir. Actually she looked like a version of Miss Roberts where every feature had been slightly sharpened, from her impressively high heels to her cheekbones. She wore her hair up in a tight bun and her fashionably square glasses hung on a chain round her neck. Like Miss Roberts she was in her mid 20s but looked older, and as usual she was all in black and giving no quarter.

“I’m sorry but it’s a question of personal, not of access” she was telling the young woman who actually must have been the same age as herself. The tone of her voice suggested she wasn’t sorry at all.

“Look all I want to do is see the electoral register” the woman retorted angrily “As a journalist…, actually as a citizen its my right to see it”.

Miss Palin gave out a long sigh, as if she’d already explained this and couldn’t understand why she was having to repeat herself “I’m not disputing your rights, its just that we have only two staff on duty this afternoon. One member of staff has to remain with you while you look at the records which would mean we’d be understaffed in the main library. You’re more than welcome to come back on Monday when we have more staff on duty and I’m sure someone would be happy to help you”.

The female journalist glowered at her as if she was about to try a new argument and then thought better of it and biting her tongue stalked off towards the staircase. Miss Palin turned her icy gaze on Billy “Ah, Mr. West, I hope you weren’t eavesdropping”.

Billy new better than to try and argue with her. In actual fact she scared him to death. “No Ma’am.”

She smiled thinly “Good, now remember what I told you last time about making too much noise”. She walked off pushing her cart of books in front of her towards the service elevator and Billy risked sticking his tongue out at her back.

Following the shelves he moved deeper into the library, found the section he wanted and took down a couple of big tomes that covered local history. Setting these down on a reading table he began to look through them. He quickly started to wish he’d paid more attention during Mr. Harrison’s history classes. The books were all from the 1950s when there seemed to be a boom in interest in the towns history, probably because it was a hundred years since it’s founding. Looking through them he found a few references to societies in the index but they were the usual things like the Masons, Oddfellows, and Knights of Columbus. The only reference to donkeys he could find was the donkey the town founder George Burlington had ridden on when he’d first arrived. Apparently he’d been so fond of the animal that when it had died he’d had it stuffed and put on display in his home.

Actually this part of the history was quite interesting. George Burlington had come out West seeking his fortune with a small band of followers. As with many of these expeditions of the period it had been badly planned and had run into difficulties, with the onset of winter they could all have easily died. Somehow George Burlington had managed to befriend some of the hostile Native American tribes who had given them food and shelter. Abandoning plans to head further west he had founded the town which now bore his name, which had grown and prospered. What made the story really remarkable was that unlike similar settlements in other states the town had continued to get on excellently with the local tribe, trading with them on good terms and with many inter-marriages occurring between the townsfolk and the Native Americans. How Burlington had managed this wasn’t exactly made clear but one of the books hinted at his willingness to take part in some tribal ritual or custom that had earned him their trust and acceptance. He in turn treated them like brothers.

It suddenly struck Billy that he should be looking up the names Principal Madison and Nurse Michaels had mentioned on the Friday. Examining the index he discovered that all the names belonged to families who had either helped found the town or had arrived and risen to prominence and power in various fields. Several of them had sat or sat on the town council or in other positions of authority. For instance the main judge in town was a Judge Harlan which was one of the names he’d overheard being discussed.

Sitting back he frowned. He knew more than he did but none of it made much sense to him. Principal Madison, Nurse Michaels and other teachers at school were clearly in some sort of dispute with several powerful figures in town led by Judge Harlan. They’d mentioned a Council and a spare seat on it that would be competed over in October. They hadn’t been referring to the town council as there were no free places on it and the elections weren’t till the spring. So if not the town council then what? And part did they expect Ryan to play in it?

Maybe he shouldn’t try and see the whole puzzle at once, he should concentrate on one thread at a time. Start with what he didn’t know but could easily find out. Going over to the main table he found several copies of the local newspaper, the Inquirer going back over the past week or so. Flicking through a few issues Billy looked through the obituary columns for someone suitably important enough to have such a lavish funeral as the one he’d just witnessed. Apparently on the previous Saturday night, Roger Blake, former Principal of the high school had died of a heart attack. Well that explained what all the people and the teachers were doing there, but he couldn’t see how it might be relevant.

He was disturbed by a sound behind him. With the departure of the journalist and Miss Palin, he’d thought he was alone up here, but was obviously not. The sound was strange, like a weird gasping and it took him a second to place where he’d heard it before. Suddenly he realized, it was the noise his sister and mom had made when he’d overheard them playing with themselves at night. That meant that somewhere there was a girl masturbating in the library! As stealthily as he could he made his way through the shelves until he located the source of the disturbance. On the other side of the shelves in front of his he could see a girl standing with her back pressed up against the books. She had a book open in one hand and the other was lifting her skirt quite obviously pressed between her legs. Moving a little away, as he didn’t want to be seen Billy stepped back and knocked over a book on the shelf behind him which fell with a bang. Instantly the girl spun round and Billy saw with shock that it was Sally the class geek. The girl who wouldn’t say boo to a goose in school, and who always had her nose in a book had been masturbating in the library. Her face was flushed and she had a look of surprise on her face that must have mirrored his own.

He quickly ducked and scuttled away. While it had been her exposing herself he didn’t want to have been caught looking, especially as it would be her word against his. Glancing around he spotted a small door which he knew led into one of the private reading rooms. These were small windowless offices, less than two meters square, used by anyone wanting to study on their own or in absolute silence. Stealing in he flicked on the light and quickly closed the door. Apart from a desk and chair the small white washed room was absolutely empty. Settling himself down he glanced at his watch, it was five now, an hour to go before the library closed. He was betting Sally would be too embarrassed to confront him but equally he didn't fancy running into her on the way out. He decided to stay here till closing time and now he was here he might as well do some more research. Realizing he was still clutching one of the history books in his hand he settled down at the table and started to read.

He’d only been there for ten minutes and was getting into it again when he suddenly felt a movement behind him. The door opened and quickly shut again as someone stepped in and the light flicked off plunging the room into darkness.

Chapter Ten – An Oral Examination

“Hello” Billy ventured, more surprised than alarmed at this point “is anyone there?”

He sensed rather than saw the presence of another person in the small room with him. Whoever it was must have quietly slipped in and then turned off the light. Listening carefully he could just make out the faint sound of their breathing.

“Hello?” he asked again and still didn’t receive an answer. For a horrible moment he thought that it might be the bully Bobby Maxwell. He’d followed him through town and into the library and was now going to use the privacy of the reading room to beat him to a pulp. However that was a bit too subtle for Bobby and his gang. He’d have gloated at the very least, not this cloak and dagger routine. For a second his mind clicked on that phrase, he’d heard it somewhere before quite recently, but that was swept away as he concentrated on the current situation.

Now angry and little bit scared Billy stood up, scraping the chair back, and stepped forwards intending to switch on the light himself. Whoever it was standing there in the dark had other ideas though and intercepted him, pushing him back down on to the chair.

“What…?” Billy began but got no further as he suddenly felt hands pressing against his chest and then running down his body. Too surprised to react he just sat there as the stranger moved forward in the dark and he felt the movement of the air as they knelt in front of him.

“Relax” a female voice told him “just sit back and enjoy”.

The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it, especially as she was talking in an exaggerated breathy fashion, a bit like old films staring Marilyn Monroe. In order, he guessed, to disguise her identity.

He felt her hands on his jeans, running along his legs and then concentrating on his groin, scrabbling at the zipper. With practiced ease she slid it down and brutally pulled at his jeans wrenching them down to his thighs. Her hands then went to his white Calvin Kliens massaging his cock through them. Despite his initial alarm it had responded in the only way it knew how. It had started to expand and lengthen creating a sizeable bulge. Not wasting any time she pulled at the elastic and it sprung up and out into her waiting hands.

“Oh my God” it was Billy who spoke now. His cock was being held by a woman. A hundred possibilities flashed through his head and he realized that in the pitch darkness she was just as blind as he was. She wouldn’t be able to see how big he was. The same thought seemed to have occurred to her as he felt one hand grip the base of his organ and then the other placed on top of it before the first hand was placed on that, almost as if she was playing “one potato, two potato”. He wasn’t sure how accurate this was as a means of measuring size but the results seemed to have impressed her. She let out a low whistle.

“Oh my God, you are huge”.

Billy felt himself blush as the compliment, suddenly glad of the dark so she wouldn’t be able to see his discomfort.

“Thank you” he said unsure of how to respond under these circumstances.

She ran a hand up and down the length of his cock and he realized that either she had incredibly small hands or that they wouldn’t fully fit round it. This seemed to be the case as a second hand joined the first and then they were both working in unison gently stroking his massive organ.

She didn’t speak again but instead he felt her hot breath on the head of his penis, her mouth only an inch or two away. Agonizingly she dipped her head and he felt her tongue, warm and wet, lap round the shaft of his cock. Normally this would have exceeded any fantasy Billy had ever had, but he was frustrated by the fact he couldn’t see her doing it and also because it was the sensitive head of his cock that was screaming out for attention. Paralyzed he was unable to say anything though for fear that it might break the spell and she’d stop.

She carefully worked her way up his shaft with her tongue, coating every inch with saliva until it was slippery and wet. Then instead of fully taking his cock into her mouth as he longed for, she moved her head even further down and went to work on his balls. To help her in this Billy slid forwards in the chair till he was perched on the edge of it with his large heavy balls hanging down between his legs. Her tongue swirled round one and then the other, teasing and tantalizing the soft flesh. Then she carefully took each one into her mouth and Billy gasped as he felt the warmth enveloping them as her tongue lapped and massaged them. She moved back and forth from testicle to testicle while one hand remained on his cock slowly pumping it, keeping it rock hard.

Eventually she seemed to tire of this, and after giving each ball a farewell kiss she began to work her way upwards again. Billy feared she was going to tease him like before but this time there was none of that. He felt her hot breath on the head of his cock and then felt her mouth close over it and a slight stinging sensation. He realized with a shock that she was kissing his cock, first softly and then with more force till it was a full on French kiss. Her tongue was probing at the slit, pushing its way in and running up and down its length spreading the pre-cum all over.

All of this time his arms had been hanging loose at his sides. With her mouth concentrating on his cock her hands were now free and reaching out with them she took his hands in hers and guided them to where her head was bobbing up and down between his legs. Reaching down he touched her face running his hands over her soft skin as he felt his cock push out her cheek as he thrust it forwards. He could feel soft hair in his hands and he brushed it out of the way to allow easier access to his cock.

So far she had only taken the head into her mouth which comprised the first inch or so of his cock. Now though he felt her lips slide further down his shaft and realized that she was slowly swallowing it. A couple of time she had to stop and withdraw and spit on it to get it wetter but then she’d resume her downward journey. In the dark it was almost impossible to say how much she was taking but Billy estimated that it must be at least five inches or so. He could feel the head of his cock pushing against something that could only be the top of her throat. He had no wish to choke the woman so she wriggled in his chair trying to use his hands to push her head back slightly. She responded by grasping his hands firmly to her head and moving in the opposite direction. There was no doubting her intentions; she wanted him to push her mouth down further onto his cock.

Giving in to his desires with a groan Billy pushed her head down and with a slight popping sensation he felt the head of his cock push past the entrance at the back of her mouth and into her throat itself. It was an incredible sensation as he felt her tight throat muscles engulfing his cock. She clearly had experience of doing this as she hardly gagged at all and after a few seconds he let her up and she moved back to breath. Then he pulled her back down, this time taking even more of his cock into her throat.

Despite there not being any verbal communication they quickly established a comfortable rhythm with each seeming to know what the other wanted. He’d push her down onto his cock, letting her up to breath and then push her back down again. She voiced no complaint at this treatment and as she swallowed him down he noticed she was making a soft mewing sound of contentment. She was clearly enjoying this as much as he was, even though this had moved beyond being a mere blowjob, he was now actually fucking her throat. He was almost glad he couldn’t see it happening as he was sure the sight of his cock stuffed into a girls mouth like that would immediately make him blow his load.

“I….I’m about to cum”. He tried to warn her as he felt the familiar tingling build up in his balls that signaled eminent release. Instead of pulling back as he expected she instead forced her mouth down even further and he realized that her lips were touching his groin. Somehow, she had managed to swallow his entire cock all the way down to its base, something he’d seen in pornos but never thought he’d experience in real life, even before he discovered his tremendous endowment. All eight inches of his massive penis were now filling her mouth and throat.

This thought pushed him over the edge. As he came sperm gushed from his cock directly into her throat and she swallowed it, not missing a single drop as she gulped it down. As the flow lessened she withdrew slightly so the cock was no longer in her throat but her mouth proper and he felt her cheeks fill with cum surrounding the sensitive head bathing it. She held it in her mouth for a second and then swallowed it and set about cleaning his cock with her tongue, seemingly desperate to get every last drop of cum from it. He leaned back in the chair and luxuriated in the feeling of her warm mouth and tongue lapping away.

With such treatment he didn’t soften as he normally would have after coming, and within five minutes of her starting her oral ministrations he began to feel the need to orgasm slowly build again. He reached out, meaning to draw her mouth back onto his cock for another throat fucking session but she clearly had different ideas. Standing up she pulled her roughly to him and he felt her tongue push into his mouth. For a second he was too shocked to respond but then he kissed back, their tongues intertwining as he hungrily ran his hands over her body, roughly squeezing her breast through her top. Billy could taste his semen still in her mouth, but after his earlier experiences that day that no longer seemed quite as weird as it would have. He somewhat sluggishly realized that this was his first time properly kissing a girl. God, he had to be one of the few guys on the planet to get a blowjob from a woman being kissing them.

For a moment they hung together like that kissing in the dark before she turned and he realized she had bent down over the desk. He felt a hand touch his own and push it against her buttocks. His hand touched smooth material and he felt her grope behind with both hands as she pulled her skirt up so it was round her waist allowing her to properly spread her legs. Instinctively understanding what she wanted he reached for her panties and pulled them down allowing her to step neatly out of them. She spread her legs further and grabbed his erect cock pulling it in to the mouth of her vagina.

“Inside me…now…I want to feel you inside me”.

Fumbling in the dark it took Billy a few goes to correctly line it up but he was helped in this by the fact that she was dripping wet. When he did eventually hit the jackpot, his cock slid into her like a hot knife through butter. Even with the extra lubrication provided by his pre-cum and her juices it was still a tight fit and Billy paused with about half his cock still outside, worried about hurting her.

She almost growled the words “Deeper…I can take it”.

Gently he pushed forwards and he felt his cock agonizingly slowly enter further into her. A couple of times he stopped and rocked back and forth slightly, letting her get used to his girth before resuming his journey inwards. Impatient as his slowness she reached behind with one hand and grabbing his t-shirt pulled at it, urging him on, and at the same time forcefully pushed back with her buttocks, impaling herself on his thick shaft. Billy gasped, all of his eight inches were now inside her and it felt exquisite. Every nerve ending on his cock seemed electrified and his foreskin was pulled back painfully from his cock head. Her insides felt tight and incredibly hot and for a moment all he could do was stand there his hands clutching her hips for balance as he enjoyed the sensation of being immersed in her up to the hilt.

Eventually though instinct took over again and he began to move his cock inside her. At first it was only by a very small amount, just a inch or so back and forth, but as he leaked more pre-cum he found it becoming easier and he began to withdraw more of his cock before pushing it back in. He did this extremely slowly, savoring every sensation and it would take up to a full minute for him to pull his cock back till only the head remained inside and then just as slowly he’d push it back in till she was full again.

He could only keep this up for so long however before he began to speed up, increasing the tempo. As he did so he felt her begin to respond beneath him. At first she had just stood there, bent over letting him do all the work but as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts she began to move too, writhing on the desk pushing back to meet his thrusts and then pulling away. Leaning forwards, supporting his weight on her back he pushed up her blouse pressing his skin against hers and placing his hands over where hers rested on the table. They were as close together as any two humans could be and he could smell the perfume wafting up from her body as he kissed the nape of her neck her hair tickling his nose as he did so.

If Billy had been thinking properly it would have occurred to him that now he was in a standing position and more in control he could have easily stepped across to the light switch and discovered who his mysterious partner was. As it was all of his attention was focused on satisfying his pleasure. Any move away from her would have meant removing his cock from her body and no force on earth could have made him do that.

He suddenly realized that she was muttering under her breath, a throaty half whisper that if he concentrated he could just make out “so big…so fucking big”.

“What’s that?” he asked hoping she might speak up and let him identify her “you like it big, do you?” Normally he would never have dared to speak to anyone like this but the situation itself was far from normal and her extreme reaction to his size had bolstered his confidence.

“So…god damn…fucking…big”, the words came out as a muffled groan but apart from the fact the accent was American he couldn’t make out who it might belong to. He never realized before now, shorn of all other identifications, how hard it was to recognize people’s voices. Especially when he could barely concentrate on anything except for the amazing feels building up in his groin.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that this was incredibly risky. The door wasn’t locked and anyone could walk in at any moment and discover them. Equally though he knew that he couldn’t stop. His mom, sister and his teachers could all have entered right now and he’d have been powerless to stop thrusting his hips…Hell he thought, the way I feel at the moment I could fuck every woman in town if they bent over in a row for me. For a moment that image filled his mind, Miss Roberts, his school Principal, Tammy, Sally, Sarah, Jaye, Miss Palin all bent over in a row, skirts pushed up, their underwear round the ankles waiting for him to fuck them…one after each other, could he be fucking one of them right now? The idea almost made him cum and he had to pause for a second to reign himself in. He was enjoying the experience far too much to cum too soon. His stopping caused her to let out a low moan of disappointment and as he stood still she tried to push her body further back against him, she was clearly now just as desperate to cum as he was. This filled him with renewed vigor and he started to fuck her again with a vengeance.

They were both thrusting hard now straining every muscle in their bodies. She seemed to be matching him stroke for stroke. As hard as he rammed it into her she pushed back with equally ferocity, slamming her soft buttocks back into his groin and squashing against his balls. Billy was sweating profusely and pausing for a second he pulled of his t-shirt leaving him practically naked. Leaning forward he ran his tongue over her shoulder tasting the thin sheen of sweat that covered her.

He rubbed his hands across her buttocks squeezing the pliant flesh between his fingers. Running his hands up her body he cupped her thin waist before continuing on to her breasts. He massaged them roughly, pinching the nipples, eliciting a moan of approval from her. Pleased at the response he pulled at them sharply before pushing her breasts together. The darkness seemed to accentuate their senses making every touch feel electric.

Finally though he could hold back no more and with a tremendous roar Billy came. He rammed his cock into her as far as it would go and felt his it pulse and swell as the cum poured out. Even though it was his third time that day he seemed to be coming as much as before, if not more. At the same time as his eruption he felt her start to spasm below him as she started to orgasm as well. Her internal muscles tensed around his cock and for a moment they fought each other. Her pussy trying to squeeze down while his cock expanded and bulged. It was so tight it was unbelievable, every nerve ending seemed on fire and he felt his cock head pushing against something which he assumed must be the entrance to her womb.

For minutes they stayed like that, locked together savoring it as the orgasm rolled over them both. Billy could feel his cum oozing round his cock inside her. He gave a few gentle thrusts to stir it around and it began to dribble out of her, over her legs and his balls. Gradually though he felt his cock begin to soften and with a wet sucking sound he slowly pulled it out. He slumped backwards onto the chair utterly spent, his cock flopping down on his thigh still dripping cum that spread across his skin and started to drip onto the floor. He’d fucked a woman. He’d fucked and cum in a woman and what’s more he’d made her cum with his cock.

Exhausted he looked up as his companion also began to stir. He heard a rustle of material and realized that she was hurriedly getting dressed pulling her skirt back down and re-buttoning her blouse. He wanted to speak to her but the words seemed to catch in his throat. What do you say to someone you’ve just enjoyed your first sexual experience with when you don’t even know their name? He didn’t even know what she looked like. Whether it was someone his own age, whether it was someone he already knew.

She brushed past him and he twisted round trying to catch her but as the door opened light flooded into the room and he was momentarily blinded. All he saw was a dark indistinct shape disappearing out into the main library before the door closed again and he was once more plunged into darkness. Groping and stumbling around he eventually found the switch and flicked it on blinking in the light. He was alone again in the reading room and he realized he was almost naked with his jeans and underwear round his ankles. Suddenly self conscious he pulled them up stuffing his still sticky cock back into his underwear. Returning to the desk for his T-shirt he discovered something else, a pair of black women’s panties on the floor by the chair. Picking them up he sniffed at them breathing in the scent of her pussy juices. He had fucked her but this was all he had to remember her by. He decided there and then that he was going to find her and return them and what was more he was going to fuck her again. This was the first step Billy had taken into the world of proper sex but he was determined he wasn’t going to wait a couple of years before doing it again. It had been far too good for him to deny himself those feelings. He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage it but Billy made a vow to himself to try in the future to have as much sex as possible and make full use of his wonderful gift.

Chapter Eleven – A Different Perspective

I slipped into the room holding my breath and flicked off the light. Luckily I knew the layout of the room fairly well from the couple of times I’d previously used it for sexual encounters. I just hoped that I didn’t trip over my own feet and end up on the floor. That would be an embarrassing end to this little escapade. I silently cursed the fact that I hadn’t thought of slipping my heels off before I came in.

“Hello, is anyone there?”

He sounded worried, the poor kid probably thought the fuses had gone or something. Little did he know he was about to hit the jackpot. When he’d dashed into the private reading room this was as perfect an opportunity as I was going to get. Technically it was still Sally’s job. She was meant to have let him catch her playing with herself in the main library and then use it as an excuse to come on to him and measure his length. When James had first suggested it I’d been skeptical. Firstly, I didn’t think there was any way a kid that young could have a massive penis like James had described. After all he’d only caught a momentary glance of it in the swimming poll changing rooms, and even he’d admitted it had only been semi-hard. The second problem was, would the club even admit such a young member, but James knew the rules and regulations inside out and was fairly confident. That left the difficulty of actually measuring his penis size which was easier said then done.

If it had been any regular guy, me or one of the others would have been more than happy to have come onto him and check him out. However Billy’s age proved a particular problem. If anyone older seduced him there was always the risk he might talk about it to outsiders and one of us would end up in trouble with the police. Of course we had enough club members involved in the law or with the town council, not to mention Judge Harlan, who could have hushed it up but it still would have been an unwanted complication. Especially with some of us plotting against Harlan and his little group, we didn’t want to give him any more leverage than he already had.

That left Sally, the only female club member the same age as Billy, who could legitimately seduce him without being arrested. It also helped of course that she was in his class at school. She’d been as skeptical as me about his supposed size but had readily volunteered and when she mentioned the fact that he often visited the town library on Sunday afternoons that had seemed like the perfect opportunity.

It had all been set up and ready to go, with me there to make sure nothing went wrong and to keep an eye on them. However he’d panicked before she could say anything and bolted. I’d followed, at a discrete distance of course, and watched him hide in here. It was then that the idea had entered my head. An incredibly naughty idea. Why couldn’t I slip in and measure him myself? With the lights off the room would be completely dark and there was no way he could possibly identify me. I had an hour till the library closed and I knew that on a Sunday afternoon like this and barring unforeseen circumstances there was no chance of us being disturbed. Sally would figure out what I’d done and she’d be angry, but she’d also keep an eye out for me. After all, I reasoned to myself, if he was packing and might become a club member I’d probably get to fuck him on a regular basis. I should get a feel for what I was in for.

He spoke again and I felt a momentary twinge of guilt for frightening him like this. Better start making up for it now then. Using his voice as a guide I stepped across to where he was sitting. He was trying to stand up and I gently pushed him back into the chair. Moving swiftly I knelt down between his legs and immediately began undoing his jeans. It was more difficult than I expected in the dark but luckily I’d had plenty of practice. Tugging them down I reached inside and ran my hands over his underwear.

When James had first rang me up on Saturday afternoon I’d thought it was about the meeting that night or possibly to discuss the Harlan situation. Instead what he told me seemed frankly unbelievable. I’d seen Billy West about the place but he’d never really registered on my radar before now. Because of his small build I hadn’t realized he was actually fourteen years old, I thought he was twelve. There were a couple of guys who I suspected might be packing but there was no way in a million years I’d have guessed Billy West might be one of them. Just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover.

“Relax” I told him, “just sit back and enjoy”. God, that sounded so corny. I’d practiced a couple of different voices at home in front of the mirror before role-playing but I’d never been any good at accents. The only one I could sustain for any period of time was my German accent but that made me sound like a cross between Marlene Dietrich and a comedy Nazi. In the end I simply settled for a breathy lighter version of my own voice and decided to try and avoid speaking as much as possible. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to.

It seemed to take me ages to get my hands on his zipper and I had to force myself to calm down and take it more slowly. The last thing I wanted was to do the boy an injury in my haste to get his cock out.

I used slightly more force then I’d meant to when pull down his jeans. My hands encountered his underwear and I ran my hand over the bulge. Jesus, it felt big, but that might just be because I could only feel it, not see it. I gripped the elastic and pulled it down releasing his cock. It had obviously been straining to be freed as it sprang out and it was only because I jerked my head back I avoided it slapping me in the face. Ok, this was it then, the moment of truth. Would Billy live up to the hype.

If there was one thing I prided myself on was my accuracy at measuring cocks with my hands. One night at the club Marie had challenged me on this and we’d had a competition. She’d argued that there was no way I could be as accurate as I was claiming, just using my hands. I was never one to turn down a dare so I’d proposed we conducted an experiment. Claire and Jennifer had joined me, partly because they wanted to try their luck as well and partly because they just loved sucking cock and this would offer an intriguing new twist on it. We’d lined up on our knees wearing blindfolds while a couple of willing volunteers had been sought to provide us with something to measure. Three random guys had stood in front of us and we’d gone to work on them with our mouths and hands. We got two minutes with each guy before swapping round until we’d tried all of them. Then we had to estimate how big each one was which would be compared to the clubs official records. I’d come top, much to Marie's annoyance and had been accurate in each case to within half an inch.

Peter had taken a photo which now hangs on the club wall. It shows all Claire, Jennifer and me just wearing our G-strings, suspenders and blindfolds kneeling on the floor. From that angle you couldn’t actually see what we were doing but the three naked guys standing directly in front of us doesn’t leave any room for ambiguity. One day I’d like to repeat the experience but with my hands tied behind my back. Having to estimate cock size only using my mouth, now that would be a challenge.

My hand gripped his cock at the base and I instantly knew that it was something special as it wouldn’t fully encircle it. Hardly daring to believe it I placed my other hand on top and then carefully took my hand from the base and placed it on top of that where I felt the spongy flesh of the head. He muttered something under his breath but I was too mesmerized by what I was holding to take it in.

Oh

My

God.

This boy has an eight inch cock, even bigger than I’d been led to believe, James had estimated it at seven. This had to be some sort of record. Sure there were bigger in town, but not as this age. Even Ryan hadn’t hit eight inches till he was sixteen.

“Oh my God, you are huge”. I hadn’t meant to speak but I couldn’t help myself. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Err, thank you?”, he clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction. Now I’ve complimented plenty of guys on their cocks before and responses to this have ranged from “really?” to “I know bitch”. If he’d answered with the latter I’d have probably stopped right there and left but I’d never been thanked so politely before. I stifled the urge to giggle. God he was such a little sweetie. Yeah, another part of me reminded myself, a little sweetie with a huge fucking cock that was now straining in my hands.

My instant urge was to put it in my mouth. Every instinct hardwired into my body told me what I should be doing, sucking on this cock like my life depended on it. From everything James had told me this boy was still a virgin. He was so shy in class it was painful. He’d probably never kissed a girl before let alone had one touch his dick. I was going to be his first proper sexual encounter. I was suddenly determined to give him the best experience I could. This kid was going to get the Rolls Royce treatment, not for him some unsatisfactory fumbling sexual experience with a classmate at a party or in a bedroom. I know I have the usual hang ups and insecurities most girls have but if there was one thing I knew I was good at was oral sex. I’d had plenty of practice on a variety of partners and could suck cock for the USA Olympic team if it ever became a sport.

I was pretty sure from the way he was breathing that if I sucked on the head right now he’d instantly orgasm. I wanted his first time to last a little longer then that. Sticking out my tongue I slowly licked along the length of it. Working hard I coated the entire shaft in saliva till it was nice and wet allowing my mouth to slide over it without friction. This would be invaluable if I was going to properly enjoy it later on.

Changing tack and grabbing his hips I pulled him forwards to get access to his testicles. Like his cock they were huge and I couldn’t help but imagine how much cum they must have stored up inside them. Opening my mouth wide I took one into my mouth. It felt like the size of a hard boiled egg and not for the first time I wished I could see what I was sucking on. For me part of the love of cock worship was the visual aesthetic. Just seeing a large cock was normally enough to get me drooling. Here I was restricted to just touch, smell and of course most importantly taste. For a second I considered turning the light on but caution overrode it. Billy might freak out and then I’d have to explain everything to him and that was really James’ job, not mine.

Enough teasing, time was ticking on and I just had to taste his meat properly. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. There are lots of different types of kissing and my first was the one I used whenever I first encountered a new cock. It was just a nice 'getting to know you' kiss. The sort of thing I’d give a guy when meeting him for the first time, a peck on the cheek or in this case a peck on the cock. It was an act of submission on my part. A physical gesture that symbolized my love for large cocks and the pleasure they brought me…and then I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and I was giving it a full on French kiss. My tongue slobbered across the skin, pushing itself against the slit tasting his pre-cum in a way that just wouldn’t have been possible with smaller organs.

It always seemed a shame to me that so few guys had never experienced the joyful experience of having their cocks French kissed. Of course so few of them had cocks worthy of this special treat. It took an exceptional kind of guy ,or set of circumstances to trigger that weird mixture of lust, worship and submission in me that made me want to take his penis in my mouth and treat it like the most important thing in the entire world.

A couple of us at the club had once had a discussion about this. Were we born Size Queens or was there some specific event or action that triggered it in us? Marie had argued she’d always been like this, even when she was a schoolgirl while Alex disagreed saying that it was only relatively late in life that she’d discovered this aspect of her personality. Personally I felt that it had always been in me somewhere but it had only been awakened when I’d experienced my first big cock and sucked on it. I’d always believed I hadn’t enjoyed performing oral sex on guys before that moment. God, I’d been so naïve. After that of course I was hooked.

Getting the bulbous head into my mouth was a bit of stretch but I managed it. It felt like I had a baseball in my mouth. I paused for a second letting it rest on my tongue before I started to give him a proper blowjob. At the last gathering I was ranked at number nine in the town. This year I was determined to improve on that so had been practicing hard, but finding suitable cocks to experiment on wasn’t as easy as you’d think.

Sure there were a lot of guys in the club, but some had non-initiated girlfriends or wives so weren’t always available. Others guys were always ready and willing but were crap at giving feedback. They’d sit there for an hour or so with a shit eating grin on their face while you used all your best moves to tease the cum out, but then they wouldn’t be able to critique the experience in terms of what was good or bad about it, what they particularly liked or how I could improve upon it. At least nothing useful beyond grunting odd words such as “harder” or “faster”.

James and Roger were the only guys I knew who could properly analyze the experience and suggest ways I could improve it. How long to lick the shaft for; the best way to play with their balls, how roughly I should suck the head and where it was best to use my tongue. All the things I needed to know to improve an ordinary run of the mill blowjob to a mind blowing experience. They were both connoisseurs of blowjobs, sure they enjoyed the more animal primal side of it too but they also appreciated the work and effort that went into it. Or rather Roger had, I reminded myself, he was gone now. Not wanting to think about that I threw myself back into my task with renewed vigor.

I started to work on swallowing Billy’s shaft, relaxing my mouth and throat muscles to take more of him in. It was now I was glad I’d worked so hard earlier coating it in saliva to help it slide down. I wasn’t as good as deep-throating as some of the other girls but I was working on it. Grabbing hold of his hands I placed them on the side of my head so he could control the speed and force of my swallowing.

This was my submissive side really coming to the fore. Marie had once explained it to me by saying that it was my way of abdicating responsibility during sex. I didn’t have to think or act, merely let whatever man was in control use my throat as just another hole to fuck. In return I got off on the humiliation and sensation of being so comprehensively used. Or at least that’s what she says. Of course, when I do it I’m being a submissive masochist, when I caught her being face fucked by Masters she claimed it was research.

Billy was being surprisingly forceful. Much more so than I’d have guessed him capable of. So many guys are scared of being rough even when the girl asks for it like that. That said, I couldn’t have asked him to stop if I wanted to, at least not without the words coming out as a strangled gargle. I wasn’t worried though, if I’d really wanted out his balls were within easy reach. As Harlan was so fond of saying, 'once you have them by the balls their hearts and minds will follow'. Luckily I had no attention of stopping him. He was fucking my throat now with everything he had. Six or seven inches of his cock slamming deep into and out of my mouth. Every so often I’d gag slightly but there was no let up in his oral assault. It was a good job I was well practiced at this otherwise I’d have had trouble breathing. As it was I was dribbling drool out of my mouth as my glands worked overtime pumping out saliva to ease the cock’s passage. Reaching down I burrowed my hand into my panties and started to frig myself, getting off on the unbelievable sensations in my throat and the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing. Sucking off a fourteen year old boy in a public library, I’ve done a lot of kinky stuff in my time but this had to be a contender for the top spot.

Bless him, he did try and warn me he was about to cum. He even tried to pull out so it’d spray over my face…and they say there aren’t any gentlemen about any more. Instead I jammed myself down impaling my throat on his cock taking all eight inches as he began to orgasm. The first spurt went straight down my throat, as did the second and third. Slowly and carefully I pulled back letting his penis slide from my throat and back into my mouth where he continued to cum filling my mouth with the warm sticky fluid.

Now every guy’s cum tastes subtly different and Billy’s was sweet, almost sharp, not the usual saltiness you get with some men’s sperm. I let it flood my mouth. Clearly he didn’t masturbate much as he must have been saving this load up for days if not weeks. Most teenagers I’d ever met couldn’t go more than a few hours before sticking their hands down their pants to jack off. In Billy's case there was so much of it, it was actually threatening to spill out of my mouth now so I swallowed it down, licking carefully round his cock to make sure I got every drop.

Taking a breather I leaned back on my heels. Now I was no longer concentrating on his cock I realized that the hard floor was really hurting my knees, what would I have given right now for a cushion. Well my job was done, I’d established that Billy was hung like a fucking horse and gone even further by giving him his first blowjob. If I had any sense I’d get out now and let James sit him down for that important talk telling him about the club.

Of course that’s what I should have done, but my pussy was telling me something else. While I’d been sucking I’d been frantically rubbing my pussy with my free hand and I was dripping wet. What I really needed now was a good hard fuck, the question was though could Billy deliver. Some guys once they’d cum, just went down and it’d take a good half hour or more before they were ready to go again. That’s why some of the older guys in the club rationed themselves carefully, only letting themselves orgasm at the end of the night when they'd enjoyed everything the female club members had to offer.

Keeping Billy’s cock in my mouth I resumed gently sucking on it, and as I hoped he didn’t go soft, instead remaining hard. A solid rod of flesh in my mouth. Carefully taking it out I stood up and bent over the desk. Reaching behind me I hiked up my skirt till it was round my waist. I’d almost worn trousers today which would have just gotten in the way so that saved me some bother. Normally I’d have preferred to lean over, my legs straight but today this wasn’t an option. Billy was shorter than me and he’d never get his cock in properly from that angle without standing on something. This position meant I was lower down but left me having to put all my weight on the desk with me legs spread wide like I was about to do the splits. It wasn’t especially comfortable but hopefully the pleasure would soon outweigh the pain.

“Inside me…now…I want to feel you inside me”. I sounded like I was almost pleading with him I wanted it so bad and Billy didn’t think twice, shuffling forwards till he was pressing against me. His inexperience clearly showed here and for a second I thought he was going to try and put it in my ass. Not that I had a problem with anal sex but I liked to make sure I was properly lubricated and stretched out before doing it, especially with such a monster. I was about to reach back and guide him in myself when he found the right hole and pushed it in. On his first thrust he got half of it in and I gasped out in surprise. It felt even bigger than it had in my mouth. I was glad that no one could see my face at the moment. For someone who had once boasted there was no cock too big for her to take I was sure my eyes must be popping out in a slightly shocked expression like a virgin being goosed at a party.

Billy was now hesitating and I guessed that after the initial lunge forward he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Deeper!” I growled through clenched teeth “Don’t worry, I can take it.”

Slowly he resumed pushing it in. Ideally I wanted him to thrust it all in, in one go, but for the moment I was satisfied for him to take it as his own pace. Also I didn’t want him to cum too soon, that would be too big a disappointment, especially after he'd performed so well so far. He began to slowly push it into me, stopping every so often to appreciate the warmth of my pussy round his organ. It felt wonderful but also excruciating at the same time. I wanted all of him in me now, damn it! Forgetting my earlier promise to let him take it at his own speed I reached behind me and pulled at his T-shirt at the same time pushing back with my hips. With a sudden rush he was all inside me and we were joined as one, a man (or boy in his case) penetrating a woman.

I flexed my internal muscles, squeezing down on his dick, drawing an appreciative groan from him, and he began to fuck me properly. He started incredibly slowly pulling it out half an inch at a time and I felt my inside tugging at him as he went as if they didn’t want it removed. Then when only the head was inside he paused for a second. Really, it was a shame he couldn’t admire the sight of his cock nestling between the satin smooth cheeks of my perfect bottom. Then he’d slowly push it back in again, just as slowly. Every time he repeated this maneuver I was surprised at his size all over again. I guess it was because he was pulling it out of me almost completely before filling me up again. If I didn’t know better I’d swear he’d done this before.

Gradually, almost imperceptibly he increased the pace, sawing in and out of me faster and faster. Initially I just hung on for dear life and let him use my pussy. I hadn’t been fucked like this for a long time. Probably because when I’m at the club there’s all the time in the world and the fucking is much more leisurely, more sensual. Not this animalistic pounding he was no subjecting me to.

I thought once he’d really gotten going he’d cum fairly quickly but the relentless non-stop fucking continued first for five minutes, then ten then fifteen. Like his cock size, if I hadn’t experienced it I wouldn’t have believed it. This kid’s stamina was incredible. Obviously that weedy body of his was hiding unexpected reserves of strength. I’d been fucked by guys on the football team who didn’t have this kind of forceful staying power. Clearly having him cum in my mouth first had taken the edge off for him.

There was something raw and primal about the way he fucked me and I began to respond in kind, pushing back with my hips trying to match every thrust with my own. Pretty soon we were slamming into each and sweat was pouring from every pore in my body. It dripped from my forehead making my eyes sting but I didn’t care. All that mattered was I was getting the fuck of my life. He ran his hands over my body pulling up my shirt and mauling my breasts pinching at the sensitive nipples. I was almost delirious with pleasure muttering under my breath “so big…so fucking big”. The words spilled out of me. Telling him how big he was, how good he felt inside me, how my pussy belonged to him. In retrospect I’m not sure how much was actually audible beyond garbled sounds coming from my mouth.

I could feel my orgasm building and I began to flex and work my internal pussy muscles as his cock also grew as it came close to cumming. If at all possible I wanted us to cum together. He was now fucking me like a madman, faster and faster and then it happened. I felt every muscle in my body tense and I was suddenly gasping as he grabbed my hips jamming himself in as far as possible so every inch of his massive length was filling me up and we both cried out as the orgasm washed over us. For a horrible second I thought he had lost control of his bladder and was actually pissing in me before I realized that he was spraying his cum inside me in an almost continuous stream. However much he’d cum in my mouth he clearly had plenty more to spare. I thanked my lucky stars that I was on the pill. Billy had shot enough sperm into me to knock me up a dozen times over.

My orgasm lasted a full minute as I writhed and jerked under him. His seemed to go on for just as long his body pressing down on mine till at last he slackened his grip and collapsed backwards leaving me sprawled over the desk, his cum dripping from my pussy, my body bathed in sweat.

“Fucking hell” I muttered under my breath, I felt like I’d run a marathon. I also realized the position I was in. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious I dragged myself up and did my best to pull my skirt back down into position. God knows what I looked like. From the sound of his breathing Billy was in the chair in a worse state that I was. I allowed myself a small smile, he better get used to it. It looked like he more then measured up and in the future he’d be putting his gift to plenty of use. I for one couldn’t wait to repeat the experience. But, for now, I better be getting out of here. I slipped across to the door and darted out closing the door behind me.

Sally was waiting for me outside, her hands down her skirt. She’d been listening at the door and obviously enjoying what she’d heard. Her mouth dropped open when she saw me and I guessed I looked a sight. Hair all over the place, rumpled clothing with most of the buttons on my blouse undone and cum dripping from between my legs.

“Well?” she asked “Is he…?”

The question almost didn’t need answering “like a fucking horse” I told her “now lets get out of here and over to James’ place. I’ll tell you about it on the way”.

Chapter Twelve – A Mystery Solved

Billy walked home in a daze. There had been no sign of anyone on the second floor of the library when he’d left the reading room and only Mrs. Fox down on the ground-floor locking up for the night. She’d said goodbye to him and he’d responded with a nod, still in a state of shock from what he’d experienced. He walked home his mind awhirl with conjectures and speculation to find his mother returned from her conference trip.

She greeted him as he came in. He felt a sudden biting desire to tell her what had happened to him in the library but just as quickly suppressed it. How do you go about telling your mom that you’ve you just lost your virginity in the dark with an unknown partner?

She’d changed out of her conference suit and was in her casual housework clothes in the kitchen, getting dinner ready, her usual cheerful self. Of Melissa there was no sign and he didn’t bother to ask. Doubtless she was having dinner over at a girlfriend’s house.

“How was the conference?” he asked as they sat down to eat. He felt ravenous and luckily his mom had prepared Spaghetti Bolognaise, the perfect energy food for a growing boy, especially one who’d had so much exercise that afternoon.

“Oh, so so” she answered with a wave of her hand “you always end up getting the same people at these things and the tired old debates and arguments that run on and on”. She rolled her eyes “Frankly I should have stayed at home. If I hadn’t been presenting a paper this morning I’d have skipped out early. Anyway that’s enough about my weekend, how was yours?”

Billy shrugged suddenly feeling very self conscious “It was fine, Ross was out of town so I went swimming and just hung around the house”.

His mother nodded approvingly “Well I’m glad to hear you’re finally taking my advice and getting some exercise. How was the library today?”

“It was fine…hey” Billy stopped and frowned “how did you know I spend the afternoon at the library?”

She grinned good naturedly and winked “Well I’ve got to keep some secrets back haven’t I. Otherwise how else am I going to keep you in line”.

Billy wanted to ask her more questions about this but didn’t want to make it look like it was something he was overly concerned about. Instead he changed the subject and asked where Melissa was.

“Oh, off with her friends as usual, I suppose I should have expected it at her age, especially when we made the move to this town its just I’m used to her being around the house more”. She said it lightly but Billy could tell that she was concerned about it.

“Would you like me to speak to her?” he asked with more confidence than he felt.

She shook her head quickly “No, I don’t want her to think I’m worrying. I’m glad she’s made so many friends, even trying out for the cheerleading squad. Anyway” she squeezed his hand across the dinner table “I’ve still got my man of the house to keep me company”.

Billy blushed a deep red but didn’t withdraw his hand, waiting for her to do so first. Instead he concentrated on his food. He ate quickly and unusually for him asked for seconds, leading his mother to comment on the fact that he must have had a busy weekend to be so hungry. She didn’t make any mention of Tammy replacing Mary on Saturday night for babysitting duties so either Melissa hadn’t told her or she didn’t think it worth worrying him about. He helped her with the washing up and turned to go upstairs before a thought struck him.

“Oh, by the way Mom there was a message for you yesterday on the answering machine”.

“Don’t worry I heard it earlier, it was just Caroline from the clinic letting me know she’d got some test results back”.

“Caroline…?” Billy asked.

His mother gave a theatrical sigh “Billy West, your memory is terrible. I’m sure I’ve mentioned her lots of time. Caroline Summers, she’s my research assistant down at the clinic…that reminds me I’ve been meaning to invite her round for dinner one evening. I’ll have to try and find a night when we’re all in”.

Caroline Summers! She was another part of the puzzle. Principal Madison and Nurse Michaels had spoken out a Caroline Summers wanting to perform some sort of test on school students and the Principal had reacted angrily to this claiming that she didn’t want her pupils used as guinea pigs. He’d have to make sure he was in when his mother invited her over as he might be able to slip in a few questions about her work.

As he lay in bed that night he racked his brains trying to remember clues that could identify the woman from the reading room. The trouble was he had only really had his sense of touch, smell and hearing available to him. True, she had spoken a few words but these had either been said using a disguised voice or cried out during the height of passion. He was relatively sure it wasn’t someone he knew well but as he’d only been in Burlington for two months that didn’t rule many people out.

He tried to concentrate on what his hands had touched. She’d had hair that at least came down to her shoulder although he couldn’t say with any certainty whether it was curly or straight. Her breasts had been substantial, he was sure of that. However he couldn’t be too sure of her height as for most of the time she’d either been kneeling on the floor in front of him or bent over the desk being taken roughly from behind.

He summed up his evidence. It had been a woman with hair and reasonably large breasts. Well that was about half the female population of the town. He sighed, this was hopeless. All he really had was a pair of fancy black women’s underwear which he’d concealed in the back of his wardrobe. Maybe it had just been a one off, a mystery he was never destined to solve. Maybe she made a habit of hanging around the library on Sunday’s sexually molesting the readers. He grinned at the absurdity of the idea. Hell, it that were true you wouldn’t be able to move in there for guys hoping to get some.

He turned over on the bed. Miss Robert’s blinds were still drawn over her bedroom window. Perhaps his voyeur session had been a one off too. He’d be back at school tomorrow. He knew it would be hard to look at her without picturing her face contorted in pleasure as she orgasmed, her huge dildo hammering into her pussy. He was also going to see Mr. Harrison again tomorrow for a history class. Perhaps he’d have a chance to get a moment alone with his teacher and ask him more about this club. He’d possibly have more details about whether Billy was eligible for membership or not.

Interrupting his thoughts Miss Robert’s window lit up and through the blind he could see her silhouette moving around the room. He watched with interest as she moved into profile and he was able to admire the curves of her body. Then he gasped as she came over to the window and he saw her shadow fiddling with something at it side and the blind slid up.

She was wearing a pair of tight low slung jeans but his gaze was instantly fixed on the top half of her body. Her breasts were pressed up and together by some sort of push up bra presenting a bulging cleavage that threatened to spill out of her white button up blouse. She couldn’t really have been dressed more to show off her great body if she’d tried. Billy’s hand when instinctively to his dick and despite the rigorous workout it had been put through that day it was already rising to attention. Even though he’d just lost his virginity a few hours ago he was still raring to go and hoped that he was in for a repeat performance of Friday nights masturbation session.

On the way home form the library he’d wondered if it was normal to think about sex and masturbate as much as he did before deciding that he was a red blooded American teenage boy. Everything he’d read in his mother’s books indicated it was perfectly natural for him to be obsessed with the idea of fucking and that playing with himself was a safe way of dealing with those urges. Of course recently he’d been going into overdrive but then who wouldn’t when these opportunities presented themselves?

Miss Roberts leaned forward and opened the window. He guessed she was taking the night air like she had on Friday. He watched as she breathed in deeply making her breasts swell and then she did something that took his breath away. She reached up and squeezed her breasts through her top, lifting them up slightly as if weighing them with her hands. Billy quickly glanced to the left and the right. The houses were set back from the street so there was no way anyone else could see unless they were directly in her line of sight. Either she just liked exposing herself like this or…or she knew he was watching. His room was the only one on this side of the house and he knew she knew which one it was.

She continued to play with her breasts, running her hands over them. Reaching up she undid the first button on her blouse revealing more of her cleavage to him. They were clearly two of the biggest breasts he’d ever seen and he tried to picture them wrapped around his cock as he fucked her cleavage. He’d never really thought about this sex act before but he was pretty sure that his cock was big enough now that he could easily slide it between her breasts while she sucked on him at the same time. Unable to stop himself he reached down and gave his dick a quick squeeze. He’d always used to enjoy touching himself before but after the events of this afternoon his hand seemed a poor substitute compared to the delights of a woman.

As if obeying his silent thoughts she lifted her blouse up, over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was now standing at the window fully lit up in just her jeans and bra. There was a look on her face that was half nervous and half excited and she bit her lip as she resumed playing with her breasts. Billy was now fairly certain that she was putting on this show specially for him. Why, he had no idea. He didn’t think he’d made that much of an impression on her when they’d talked on Friday and she’d never shown any interest in him before that. It suddenly occurred to him that it might have been her in the library. The idea that he might have fucked Miss Roberts made his cock swell even more and he felt suddenly reckless. It was if his confidence was directly linked to his cock. The bigger it got the braver he felt. He suddenly had an inkling of how jocks like Steve or Queen Bees like Tammy must feel all the time. Their physical perfection allowing them to stride down the school corridors as if they belonged to them. Using their attractiveness to lord it over their fellow students. Of course the jocks also had their raw physical power deriving from their muscle mass. Billy might still be a pretty puny kid but he now knew that in least in one area he was more than a match for them.

It was then that he decided to take a gamble. Emboldened by the memory of the way he’d made the woman in the library moan and orgasm he leaned across and turned on his bedside lamp lighting up his room. He was now illuminated and just as visible to her as she was to him. He was taking an awful risk in doing this as he could have misread the entire situation and she could go on and scream the place down and complain to his mom.

She did start slightly but otherwise didn’t react in a negative manner. They stood facing each other, woman and boy, teacher and student. It was hard to read the expression on her face but if anything she looked slightly relieved. Billy tried a weak grin and she responded with a reassuring smile of her own. He watched hypnotized as she reached behind her and undid her bra strap slowly removing it. Billy sighed as her naked breasts came into view. He longed to reach out and fondle and suck on them but was prevented due to the distance between them. Miss Roberts ran her hands down over them, squeezing the nipples. As she did this her eyes remained fixed on his carefully watching for his reaction, he almost felt like she was looking for his approval.

Who’d have ever thought that prim and proper Miss Robert’s had a kink for exhibiting herself to her pupils? Hell, for all he knew she might have already shown herself off to half the school. Maybe even fucked some of them. Perhaps she was just feeling horny and Billy was the only person nearby she could strip in front of. Lurid images filled his head, Miss Roberts trawling the town bars in skimpy outfits looking for sex partners and cheap thrills. However reality soon re-asserted itself, there was no way a teacher, especially one new to the school and area could behave in that way without everybody knowing about it.

Trying to keep his eyes focused on her face, despite the urge to just stare at her breasts he smiled and nodded. Despite the fact that he was half terrified he was trying his best to appear in control. That she was stripping for him, not the other way around.

She hesitated, seemingly reluctant to go any further. Walking over to her dressing table he saw her scribble something on a blank sheet of paper. Holding it up at the window he read what she had written “You next”.

There was no doubt as to what she meant. She’d partly stripped for him. Now she wanted him to do the same. He was only wearing the usual T-shirt and shorts he normally had on in bed. He didn’t much like the idea of being naked but he wanted to see her naked even more. Taking a deep breath he pulled off his top leaving him in just his shorts. She nodded and wrote something on the paper “and the rest”.

This was probably the hardest thing Billy had ever had to do. Everything else now seemed trivial and easy in comparison. Even his first fuck that afternoon in the library. Sure, he’d been scared at first but quickly pleasure and instinct had taken over and the rest had come easily. Also he’d been on the receiving end of someone else’s actions. Outside of family members when he was young and the changing rooms he’d never been fully naked in front of anyone before. There was the potential for so much to go wrong and he was almost on the verge of backing out of it and switching of the light.

Then he felt the reassuring weight of his cock pressing painfully against his shorts and he felt renewed confidence. Let me out it seemed to be whispering to him. I’m nothing to be ashamed of, show me to her. Concentrating on the voice Billy reached down to the waistband never taking his eyes off Miss Roberts. She nodded slightly, her tongue flicking across her dry lips, nervousness, expectation and excitement all playing across her face.

Hesitantly he unbuttoned his shorts and taking a deep breath tugged them down letting his massive cock spring up.

He saw her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth form a perfect “oh”, a circle of shock and surprise. It was difficult to lip-read at this distance but he could swear he saw her mouth “Oh my God”. Walking back over to the dressing table, Billy saw her pick something up and a fresh sheet of paper, he couldn’t be sure but she looked slightly unsteady on her feet. However there was no way for her to hide the damp patch between her legs visible on the crotch of her jeans.

She scribbled on the paper and held it up. It was a mobile number, presumably hers. Billy normally always used one of the house phones but his mother had given him a mobile for emergencies. Reaching for it he hesitantly entered the number and hit dial, staring at Miss Robert’s as he did so. She was staring too but her gaze was fixed on his cock. Her eyes still wide, tracing its movement as it bobbed around. She started, obviously surprised by her phone ringing and lifted it to her ear.

Chapter Thirteen – Breaking boundaries

However, the greeting Billy had been expecting bore no relation to her actual words.

“Oh my God Billy, your cock is huge!”

Her voice normally low and serious in school was now high and girlish with a slight hint of a stammer to it.

“Sorry…?”, even with her standing across from him half naked he couldn’t quite believe what she’d just said.

“YOUR cock Billy, I’m talking about your cock. You’ve got the biggest…” she stopped, suddenly embarrassed at her own candor.

“The biggest...?” he prompted her, wanting her… no needing her to say the words.

“You’ve got the biggest penis I’ve ever seen!” she said blushing.

This statement surprised Billy. He knew he was big. The studies in the medical textbooks had shown him that his eight inches put him in the top 10% of guys but he’d reckoned that a fox like Miss Roberts must have slept with her fair share of guys and with her looks could afford to be choosy. The idea that his was the biggest penis she’d ever seen made him swell with pride. His cock also seemed to be swelling, his heart beating faster as blood surged into it making it straighten and stiffen, the skin painfully stretched over the big purple head. Bobbing in front of him it almost looked like it had a life of its own.

Miss Roberts couldn’t take her eyes off it either, her pupils following every jerk as if she was hypnotized.

“So big!” he heard her mutter under her breath over the phone.

Billy watched fascinated through the window as her hand snaked down to her jeans and deftly undid the top button. More than anything now he wanted to touch and rub his cock but he was frightened that stimulating it in any way would cause him to cum and thus bring this amazing experience to an end. Miss Roberts didn’t bother to unzip her jeans but slipped her hand straight down the front. From the way her body stiffened and the slight gasp he heard over the phone he guessed that she was as turned on as he was if not more so.

“I want to see you.”

He said the words without thinking about it. It was just the first thought that entered his mind. Almost like he was operating on automatic.

She looked up surprised, momentarily distracted from her own pleasure.

“What…?”.

He continued unable to stop himself.

“I want to see you properly naked.”

She frowned “Billy, I’m not sure…”

“Take off your jeans”. Billy wasn’t sure where the words were coming from, or the tone in his voice but they felt right. Suddenly the idea of a schoolboy ordering his teacher to strip seemed the most natural thing in the world.

She still hesitated though, “Billy…”.

She broke off as he reached down and took his cock in his hand slowly pumping it back and forth making the large purple head start to drip with pre-cum that ran down the shaft giving the skin a glistening shine.

“Take off your jeans” he told her again and this time there was no mistaking the tone of his voice or the look on his face.

Not taking her eyes off his cock or the phone away from her ear she withdrew her hand from her jeans and fumbling slightly pulled down the zip. Because they were so low slung all she had to do was wriggle her hips and they dropped to the ground revealing her long tanned legs and best of all her drenched white panties. They were so slight that he could clearly see that she was completely shaven. Without asking she hooked her thumb into them getting ready to pull them down, too.

“Stop a second, I want to look at you properly”.

She hesitated but did as he said. The fact that her fingers were so close to her clitoris without being able to touch it was clearly hugely frustrating for her and he could see her rubbing his thighs together slightly in an attempt to provide extra stimulation. She was still blushing but clearly excited.

“Turn around,” Billy instructed her, watching closely as she shuffled round, kicking her now discarded jeans out of the way in the process. He almost came when he saw that what he had assumed were white panties was actually a thong. Her perfect buttocks were now presented to him in all their glory, just as thin strip of cotton dividing them into two like ripe peaches.

Trying to keep the tremor out of his voice he ordered her to bend over.

This time she did it at once, assuming the classic, ‘touch your toes’ pose that was normally used as a warming up exercise in gym class. She was now in the ideal position that had he been in the room, he could have stepped up to her and sunk the full length of his cock in without resistance. For a second he considered it. Actually leaving his room and slipping next door to Miss Robert’s house so he could take her properly. It would be dangerous but think of the reward. He imagined the heat of her body as he pressed into her and his cock sliding into her soaking pussy as her internal muscles squeezed and caressed...

“Billy, please…” She spoke to him again over the phone, her voice interrupting his fantasy, “I need to cum,” her voice was almost a whimper.

Billy got the feeling that the humiliation of her position and being ordered about by a boy, one of her own students no less, had made her even more turned on. Deciding to give her the relief she obviously so desperately craved he told her what she wanted to hear.

“Miss Roberts, I want you to play with yourself in front of me so I can see you cum while staring at my cock.”

With an almost audible groan of relief she spun round and sank down onto the edge of the bed her legs splayed apart giving him an almost perfect view of her pussy. As he’d suspected it was dripping wet with her juices. Like most boys his age he knew what cunnalingus was but it had never really appealed to him. Licking a woman down there had always struck him as faintly strange, but suddenly now he very much wanted to taste Miss Robert’s juices from her most intimate place. He wanted to kneel between her legs and feast on her pussy with his tongue in the same way the mystery woman in the library had knelt before him that afternoon and swallowed his sperm.

With a grateful sigh her hand returned to her pussy, frantically rubbing it, her thong pulled to one side to provide easier access, her eyes once more fixated on his cock. The force of her gyrations caused her large breasts to bounce on her chest, the nipples standing out like rock hard points that just begged to be squeezed and licked.

“Please,” she pleaded with him “I want to see to you play with it again. I want to see you cock cum.”

Billy wanted to comply with her request more than anything at this point but equally he didn’t want to look like he’d surrendered control of the situation. He found it hard to admit to himself but ordering her about like this was a huge turn on for him. After a life time of being subservient to most of the people around him it felt good to finally take control. The fact that she’d said ‘please’ gave him his cue.

“Tell me how big I am again,” he challenged her.

Her eyes widened slightly “Billy…”

“Tell me.”

“You’re big Billy, you know you are.”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

“You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Bigger then your last boyfriend?”

For a second he didn’t think she was going to answer and that he’d finally gone too far but she bit her lip and nodded.

“Much bigger?” he pressed her. He’d started playing with himself again. Starting gently he’d slowly built up speed till the pre-cum was flowing freely, lubricating his cock allowing his hand to become a blur as it sped up and down. Cradling the phone against his shoulder his now free hand joined the first pumping his cock as hard as he could. By bending his knees slightly he had managed to slow his impending orgasm but he could feel it fast approaching. That familiar feeling was building up in his balls, with the waves of pleasure running through his cockhead that signaled the moment of release.

She nodded again, her words spilling out in a delirium as “you’re twice as big as my last boyfriend Billy. I want you Billy, I want your cock inside me so bad right now. I want your cock, I want your big massive cock fucking inside me…”. She was babbling now, a stream of filth and obscenity, "I love your big cock Billy, I want it inside me filling me up right now, I want you cumming in me an....".

That was all Billy needed to here. Trying frantically not to cry out, his cock lurched in his hand with a life of its own. Its dominance re-affirmed by her words he had to catch hold of the window frame with one hand to prevent himself falling as his body spasmed. He couldn't hold it back any longer as his knees buckled and he gasped as he came, his cock shooting out stream after stream of thick cum that splattered against the window glass coating it with sperm.

He heard Miss Roberts cry out over the phone and then that was cut off as she dropped it and he saw both her hands plunge into her pussy as the sight of him cumming set off her own monstrous climax. She rocked back and forth on her bed, her mouth wide open in a silent scream as she orgasmed.

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