Ms. Jones Interrogates Joey

"Have you ever had any sexual activity?" Ms. Jones asked.

"No," Joey replied curtly.

"And when was the last time you masturbated?" she asked, catching him off guard.

"Uhm," he struggled to think of a believable lie, "I would say... definitely before my mission..."

There was an uncomfortable silence before Ms. Jones asked, "And were you looking at pornography or...?"

"No," Joey replied too quickly, "no pornography... I was just... touching myself," he admitted with an embarrassed half smile- half frown.

"Hm... okay," she said lightly, "have you ever done anything else?"

"No... never, nothing else," he said.

"Why are you fidgeting and looking away, then?" She asked softly.

"I... I don't know," he replied, suddenly aware of the fact that he was twisting the missionary ring on his finger.

"So, you've never kissed a girl? Or maybe even gotten a bit handsy with one?" she asked with an air of suspicion.

"No..." he answered with less confidence.

"Joey, it's okay. You can tell me. I'm not here to judge you or condemn you," she promised.

When he didn't admit to anything, she continued. "It's come to my attention that one of your companions has admitted to something pretty serious. And it involves you."

Joey shifted in his seat as he remembered the night he and his friend went to the cinema with two local girls and engaged in a bit of heavy petting.

"I- I don't want to get sent home," he finally blurted out.

"I'm not going to send you home. Nobody is," she promised.

"Well..." he muttered as he looked around, "um... about a week ago... Mike and I went on a sort of double date... and one thing led to another and we ended up... m-making out with some girls," he admitted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I see," Ms. Jones said.

"-but I don't have any immoral feelings like that anymore... I don't want to do it again..." he lied through his teeth.

"I didn't suggest that you had any immoral feelings in the first place... Are you saying that you did?" she said, trapping him with his admission.

"... I don't have any immoral thoughts about women..." he tried to backpedal, but it was too late.

"Be honest," Ms. Jones demanded softly as she sat up a bit in her chair and leaned closer to him, looking into his eyes intently, "Are you sure?" she asked, never breaking eye contact.

Joey stared at her for a while before his eyes darted down to her breasts. Her sweater hugged them perfectly. He imagined what they'd feel like in his hands before he snapped out of it and looked into her eyes again, "yes..." he said quietly.

"Would you be willing to prove that?" Ms. Jones asked with a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.

"Umm.. yes miss," he answered nervously.

"Good. Stand up and take your clothes off."

Joey hesitated for a moment before standing up and following her order. He took his shoes off, then loosened his striped navy blue tie and slipped it off over his head. Then he unbuttoned his white dress shirt and his black leather belt and trousers and took them off, leaving him in nothing but his black socks, garters, and briefs.

As he stood there in the dimly lit church office, he suddenly became intensely aware of his heart thumping. It seemed of utmost importance to him to stand completely still. Seconds felt like minutes as Ms. Jones sat in her chair staring at him. Was she waiting for his breathing to show some irregularity that would betray his thoughts?

Ms. Jones stared at his tight black briefs before looking up at the nervous boy in front of her. "Are you hard because you're thinking about me touching you?" she asked in a quiet and confident voice.

He avoided her gaze as he mumbled something close to a "no."

"Or is it because... you liked taking your clothes off in front of me?" she teased.

He shook his head, with his eyes still on the floor, "No..."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Joey," she commanded gently and he obeyed.

Ms. Jones lifted her small manicured hand and gently rubbed his rock-hard cock so lightly that it felt like a feather. He inhaled sharply as he watched her hand move up and down his shaft.

"It seems like you're enjoying this," she teased.

Joey tried to hold back a moan, "I-I'm not," he lied. His dark green eyes scanned Ms. Jones in her chair. He noticed her breasts rising a little faster and her soft pink lips parting with anticipation. Her pencil skirt had risen a bit due to her shifting in the chair. He saw her long nylon-covered legs and imagined them wrapped around him as he fucked her. This wasn't the first time he imagined that exact scenario. The mere sight of her beauty was enough to make any boy squirm in his seat whenever she walked by.

"Don't lie to me, Joey," she slid her hand up onto his tight abs and chest as she stood up. She looked at his cute nervous face for a moment before placing a kiss on his lips. He stared back at her with confusion before leaning toward her to kiss her back.

"You are a," ... "very bad boy," ... "Joey," she said breathlessly in between kisses as she reached down to feel his big cock again. She teased it through his briefs, expertly playing with his balls and then rubbing up and down his shaft, stopping to feel his sensitive tip. He moaned and tilted his head back in pleasure. When she stopped touching him, he looked at her expectantly.

"Take these off," she instructed with a finger slipped under his waistband. He obeyed almost immediately, making her chuckle under her breath. She watched his hard cock spring up as he slid his briefs off. Then she sunk to her knees and looked up at him while teasing him with her soft hands.

"Has any girl ever sucked your cock, Joey?" she asked in a mischievous tone.

"No miss," he replied promptly, blushing harder than ever.

"How often do you *actually* touch this..." she kissed his sensitive tip, "beautiful, big cock?" she asked, looking up at him with piercing hazel eyes.

Joey bit his lip and hesitated, "every... every few weeks," he lied.

"I think you touch yourself a lot more than that," she rebutted in a sultry tone. He felt her soft wet tongue lick the length of his sex before wrapping her lips around it. Her tongue felt like magic and he couldn't hold back his moans anymore.

"Isn't that right?" She asked again.

"y-yes miss, oh god," he admitted, his eyebrows furrowed and his green eyes shut in pleasure as she began sucking him. He felt the instinctive need to put his hands in her soft brown hair so he could gently thrust deeper into her mouth. He'd never felt such magnified pleasure before. Of course, he'd shamefully imagined doing this countless times with almost every attractive woman he had ever known. But this was far better than his imagination.

Ms. Jones gently tried to push away from him, but her efforts were futile. Even though he was far younger than her and far beneath her in terms of authority, he was still much bigger and stronger than her. His muscular arms were no match for her. It seemed like her devious plan to tease him all night wasn't going to happen. She was gagging on his virgin cock as he took control... and she loved every second of it.

"Ahh, oh god, oh fuck... I'm gonna.. oh," he moaned as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. With a final thrust, she felt his hot cum coating her throat. He let go of her soft hair and panted as he watched her swallow his load.

"I'm so sorry... oh god. Am.. Am I in trouble?" he asked, looking at her with puppy eyes.

Ms. Jones licked her lip and fixed her hair a little as she stood up, "Yes. You are. But I know exactly how to deal with naughty boys like you." She started gently rubbing his too-sensitive cock and he whimpered.

"Oh god, stop! Stop," he begged quietly, looking into her eyes and trying to move her hand away. It was hard to overpower her without the sudden masculine boldness that came over him earlier.

"You speak a word of this to anyone, and there will be consequences," she whispered threateningly in his ear, "Do you understand?"

"Yes. Yes!" he answered desperately.

Ms. Jones finally relented with a smirk, "Good. Now get dressed and get out of my office."

He stumbled away from her and threw his clothes on as quickly as he could, almost falling over when he stepped into his trousers. When he closed her door behind him, he was almost certain that he heard her moan ever so softly inside her office.