Nick Eastwood - No virgin schoolteacher

Miss Jamie Johnson was trying to conduct a lesson in English grammar, but it wasn't easy to keep her students' attention on a Friday afternoon. It was the last class of the day, and all the kids kept glancing longingly at the clock.

They probably had fun-filled weekends to look forward to, dates and parities. Not Jamie. Her students might be the last people she'd see till Monday. She didn't look forward to another lonely weekend in her apartment. She wished she had a date, too.

She tried to imagine the kind of man she'd go out with. He'd be handsome, of course, and very intelligent and a real gentleman. He'd, be interested in books like she was. Perhaps they'd go to an art museum, then to dinner, maybe even dancing.

"Hey, teacher, you're daydreaming," somebody called.

Jamie blushed hard.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she exclaimed. "I guess we're all anxious to leave. And since it's almost time for the bell – class dismissed."

The kids let out a whoop of joy and stampeded for the door. Jamie started gathering up her things, ashamed of herself for letting her mind wander like that. It was so silly of her to daydream. She knew perfectly well that she'd never date, never get to know any men.

Nick, the class troublemaker and clown, lingered behind the other students. Finally only he and Jamie were left in the classroom, and he wandered over to her desk, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Doing anything this weekend, Miss Johnson?" he asked.

"Very funny, Nick," Jamie said.

"Hey, no kidding," he said. "I wouldn't mind taking you out if you'd just fix yourself up."

"What do you mean?" Jamie said.

"Get some sexy clothes," Nick grinned. "DO something with your hair, get rid of those dumb glasses. You could be a really good-looking woman."

"Thanks for the advice, professor," Jamie said dryly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want to get home."

Nick didn't move right away. He stood there a moment and let his eyes drift slowly up and down Jamie's body. She was so shocked, she couldn't speak. Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her blushing and confused. Men always had that affect on her, no matter what their age. They scared and puzzled her.

She knew what Nick had seen, a petite but curvy young woman in her mid-twenties with naturally copper-colored hair and a pretty face. He's right – she could have been very attractive if she'd tried. But up to this point in her life, she hadn't wanted to try.

Jamie Johnson was terribly afraid that if she looked attractive, some man might come on to her.

She drove home to her apartment building and checked the mailbox before heading upstairs. There was a large package for her in a plain brown wrapper, and she couldn't think what it was. She hurried to her apartment to open it. When she got the wrapping off, she was blushing and smiling at the same time.

Now she remembered. She'd ordered the book months ago. It was an illustrated manual of love-making techniques. Jamie was very curious about what men and women did in bed together, but she'd been too ashamed to buy such a book in a store, so she'd ordered it by mail.

The lonely young teacher forgot about making any dinner for herself. She couldn't wait to get to that book. She took a shower, then slipped on a robe, and settled down on the couch to read. The moment she opened the book, she turned brick red. It was a lot more explicit than she'd expected.

There was hardly any print, just big color pictures of couples doing everything imaginable to each other. An attractive young man, and woman were in each photograph, and they seemed to be having a lot of fun. In the first photo they were fucking in the traditional missionary position.

"Oh, my goodness!" Jamie breathed.

She knew that a decent, respectable woman would have rewrapped the book immediately and sent it back. It wasn't the kind of thing for a spinster schoolteacher to read. But she couldn't put it down. She started flipping through the pages, her blue eyes getting wider and wider.

"For heaven's sake!" she gasped. "Oh, my gosh!"

By the time she finished leafing through the book, Jamie was on overload. She had to put it down and close her eyes. She hadn't dreamed that sex was so complicated, so, well, kinky. But then she'd only known what her parents had taught her, and clearly that wasn't much.

Here she was, just a few years till her thirtieth birthday, and still a virgin. She'd never been out on a date. She'd never even held hands or been kissed. And her strictly religious parents had sent her to all-girl schools, even an all-girl college, where she'd never had a sex education course.

"No wonder I'm so dumb," she sighed.

Well, she had a lot of learning to do, and she intended to spend the evening slowly reading that sex book and finding out the facts. She looked carefully at each picture and tried to imagine herself as the girl in the photo. It had a strange effect on her.

Her pussy started to get hot, and then sticky cream began leaking from her virgin cunt. She felt her gash swelling, and then she was squirming restlessly. It took the man-shy spinster a while to realize that the photos in that book were making her horny.

In one photo the girl was on her hands and knees, the young man kneeling behind her. His cock was long, thick and hard, and he was just starting to insert it in the girl's cunt. It was into her maybe an inch, and she had a very excited expression.

Jamie tried to imagine herself in the girl's place, a man's thick hard cock poking into her untried pussy. It seemed wickedly exciting, but she just couldn't get any idea of how it would feel. Maybe she could devise something to aid her imagination.

She'd need something the size of a cock and as she looked around the little apartment, she saw it – a banana in a basket of fruit. Carrying the book, she drifted over, picked up the banana, and wandered into her bedroom. She felt a little dazed. Her pussy seemed to be on fire.

She'd never had that sensation before. She was all wet and steamy between her thighs, and she had the wicked urge to touch herself down there. Mother had always warned her that she'd go straight to hell if she did that. Jamie wondered if her mother could have been wrong.

She set the book and the banana on the bed, then shed her robe. Naked, she crawled onto the bed and crouched in the same position as the girl in the photo. She picked up the banana and tried to stick it in her curd. The experiment was a failure. She couldn't even find her cunt.

"Darn!" she moaned.

She rolled over onto her back. It might be easier that way. Grasping the banana, she set the tip against the tiny moist mouth of her virgin cunt. She pushed a little and felt her delicate cunt lips spreading very wide. She kept pushing till she'd penetrated herself about an inch.

"Ohhhhh, wow, ohhhhhh!" she moaned.

It was such a strange sensation. Her tender pussy lips felt stretched almost to bursting, and she was sure her cunt couldn't take something that big. Yet she felt a wild excitement, an urge to push the banana in deeper. Taking a big breath, she pushed some more.

"Unnnnnnhh, ohhhhhh!" she gasped.

It hurt a little, yet she couldn't stop. She'd never felt this excited in her life, not even when she won a scholarship to college. She kept pushing the thick fruit deeper into her untried twat, hurting and lusting at the same moment. She pushed till her cunt was crammed full.

The spinster schoolteacher lay there wide-eyed and panting. Her cunt was crammed, just as if a hard cock had been thrust deep into it. This was how it felt to take a cock. Jamie was blushing, kind of shocked with herself, yet she had to admit she loved the sensation.