Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

Don sat silently for awhile, sipping his drink. She couldn't read the expression on his face. Finally he said, "Jane, I made a terrible mistake. This has all been my fault. It isn't that I didn't want to make love to you. It's that I wanted you so damned much, I thought I'd scare you off. I was afraid to let go with you before we were married."

Jane stared at him. It sounded too good to be true. Could Don, the pussycat, really be a tiger in disguise? According to him, his passion was so violent that he couldn't release it on her, fearing she'd be turned off. That really didn't sound like Don. He was just trying to spare her feelings. Jane smiled sadly and patted his hand.

"It's all right, darling," she said, "You can tell me the truth. You probably never were very hot for me in the first place. Too bad, because I was always wild for you. But I could tell by the way you hung back that I didn't really turn you on, and…"

"Bullshit," said Don.

He whisked her drink out of her hand, set it aside, and lunged for her. Jane gave a squeak of surprise, and the next thing she knew, he was pinning her down on the couch, his long hard body pressed hotly against hers. He ground his mouth over her lips, kissing her savagely, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Jane felt shock – and excitement. This was the way she'd always wanted Don to be.

"You want me to prove what I said?" he asked huskily.

Jane quivered with horny delight. "Yes, Don, I do," she said. "Please prove that you really want to marry me."

He rolled off her, picked her up, and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Jane trembled in his arms, praying that he was telling the truth. She knew now that she was a hot-blooded woman, a woman with years of sexual starvation to make up for, and that she needed a hot-blooded man to do the job. Could Don be the one she'd been looking for all the time? Again it seemed too good to be true.

In the bedroom he set her on her feet and kissed her again hard and hungry, running his hands up and down her tall lusciously curved body. She could feel him trembling – but with timidity or lust? She'd soon find out. The next few minutes would, determined whether she could really marry Don Davis.

"Undress me," he said roughly.

Jane felt a wicked thrill as she sank to her knees and began taking off his shoes and socks. The experience with Kirk had been degrading and frightening, but it had taught her about her real self, the self she'd been suppressing all those years. Inside the quiet modest schoolteacher there was a wicked slut, a wanton woman who loved rough no-holds-barred love-making. She prayed that Don would meet her needs.

He stepped out of his shoes and socks, and Jane rose to remove his tie and jacket and shirt. She noticed that his face was flushed, but she wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or lust. She pulled his t-shirt off, tousling his thick brown hair. A powerful wave of lust shook her as she admired his hard hairy chest. She kissed him there, greedily and lustily, before reaching for his belt.

Her hands were trembling by the time she got to his fly. She knew it wasn't nerves. It was violent unashamed horniness. She could hardly wait to get him naked, to touch and taste and explore his exciting muscular body, to feel his cock inside her. Don had always turned her on like mad. Kirk's effect was nothing compared to what she felt for her fiance.

With shaking fingers she finally managed to unzip his fly and help him out of his pants. Only his jockey shorts were left. Jane felt another dizzying wave of horny longing as she stared at his crotch and saw that it was hugely tented. His big hard cock bulged obscenely, threatening to burst right through the cloth.

Don was trembling slightly as she lowered his shorts, breathing hard, flushed in the face. Jane brought the elastic waistband gently down over his powerful erection, then whisked the shorts down to his ankles. She got them off, then swiftly returned her eyes to what attracted her most, his fiercely erect meat.

It was just as she remembered it from their one and only fuck, a magnificent thick eight inches of silky pale cock, the head huge and hard and purple. It sprang stiffly from his crisp brown bush, hugging his flat belly, the shiny head oozing big bright bubbles of cock-juice. His handsome rosy balls were swollen up round and tight. Jane felt steamy saliva pooling in her mouth.

"Oh, Don!" she gasped. "My God!"

She couldn't control her wicked horny impulses. She seized the hard throbbing stalk and drew his huge knobby cock-head down to touch her lips. She kissed it hotly, then opened her mouth and inserted the huge hard head, letting it rest on her tongue. Don gasped and shuddered. She started to suck slowly, longingly, on the big juicing cock-head.

She felt she'd be content to stay like that forever, on her knees, sucking slowly and deliciously and strongly on his huge handsome cock, giving pleasure to the man she loved. Glancing up, she saw that Don was beet-red in the face, his nostrils quivering, his eyes rolling. He panted and quivered as she sucked him, and his fingers strayed into her thick glossy brown hair and caressed her there.

Jane began to ease more and more of his thick hard meat onto her tongue. It was a huge prick, bigger than Kirk's, and it stretched her small mouth widely, but she felt only excitement as she eased the stiff stalk toward her throat. She opened her silky wet throat and took in the great bulbous head of his dick. His swollen hot balls came to rest against her chin.

"Oh, Christ, Jane," Don moaned, his fingers gripping convulsively in her hair.

Jane began to suck with real hunger now, fast and hard, keeping the huge hard head of his dick lodged snugly in her throat. Her saliva boiled and gushed around his slick meat, and her tongue tickled and lashed the cock she adored. She tasted his cock-juice for the first time and found it better than Kirk's, much better. She had no reservations at all about blowing this man, eating his come.

"My God, my God," Don was moaning, his voice hoarse with pleasure, his fingers caressing feverishly in her hair.

More and more of his delicious cock-juice dribbled out onto her tongue and down her throat, inspiring Jane to suck his prick even faster and harder. With Kirk there had always been, bad feelings, an undercurrent of hatred, but with Don she could let herself go completely. Her loud, greedy, uninhibited sucking told him how much she wanted him.

"Jane!" he gasped. "That's beautiful, honey, just beautiful! Christ, I've been daydreaming for months about you blowing me, but I never dared ask. I thought you'd be turned off."

Jane gave a muffled snort of laughter. For months she had been fantasizing about blowing him, but she was afraid to mention it for fear of disgusting him. Well, she'd show him just how "turned off" she was. She sucked harder and harder, applying powerful vacuum pressure to his big tasty prick, till Don was groaning and dizzy with pleasure, almost losing his balance.

"Oh, Christ!" he gasped. "That's enough, baby, you're gonna make me come. Let's save that hard-on."

But that plea gave Jane an idea. If he really wanted her, if he was as horny for her as he said, he'd get another hard-on. It would be a test – a test she was very eager to make. She salivated hugely as she thought of eating his come. She reached around him, cupping his taut-muscled ass, and held him in place, his drooling dick trapped in her mouth and throat.

"Jane, damnit," he panted helplessly, "let go or I'll shoot my load. I swear to Christ – ahhhhhh!"

Jane felt a huge blast of hot jism that overflowed her throat and filled her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, making loud sucking and gurgling noises. His convulsing prick went on shooting the thick tasty cream, but she swallowed it as fast as it came. Don wailed with pleasure and jerked his squirting cock in her mouth till it was exhausted and limp. Then he staggered back dizzily and sat on the edge of the bed, panting and flushed.