Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

"Ohhhhh, yes, darling," she gasped, "touch me there."

Don's expert hands explored her virgin pussy, briefly fingering her tiny red clit, her plump scarlet pussylips, the little recessed mouth of her cunt, even the wrinkled taut mouth of her asshole. She found his touch incredibly exciting. He started to stroke her moist little clit, sending delicious waves of sensation through her belly, and she helplessly jerked her lusty pussy against his hand.

"Don," she said huskily, "I know I'm ready. Please, make love to me now. I want it!"

"No, baby," he said softly, "You're not quite ready yet. Trust me. I'll know when."

Jane clawed the bed in her frustration. Dammit all, she'd been ready for twenty years and more, and it was killing her to wait. Her starved pussy felt boiling hot and soaking wet, and Don had that fantastic hard-on. What in hell was he waiting for? How much more turned-on could a woman get?

Jane was soon to find out. Holding her close, Don took her hot moist little clit between his thumb and forefinger and started to knead the slick button gently but steadily. Jane moaned loudly as she experienced the keenest pleasure of her life. In lonely horny moments she'd sometimes played with herself there, stroking her receptive little clit till she came, but it hadn't felt nearly so good as Don's knowing fingers. He kneaded her fat little button, rolled it between his fingers, and each movement made Jane squeal with pleasure and cream hotly.

"Ohhhhh, darling, yes!" she gasped, "that feels wonderful!"

She felt herself gushing hot sticky pussy cream all over his hand, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her instincts took over, and her long lovely legs parted wider and wider, showing Don her achingly swollen soaked slit. She pumped her hips helplessly in time to his strokes. She'd never been so desperately horny in her life.

"Don, far God's sake," she panted, "I'm ready. Please, darling, I'll go crazy if we don't do it now. Please!"

Don looked reluctant as he drew his hand from her soaked steamy pussy, but from the hoarse and urgent tone of her voice, he knew she wasn't kidding. He knelt between her spread legs and gently fitted the huge swollen purple head of his cock to the tiny wet mouth of her virgin cunt. Jane panted with eagerness, but Don only looked worried.

"Honey, are you sure?" he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't mind," Jane panted. "I want you, Don, I want you right now. Do it, Don, fuck me."

He reddened – she'd never used that word before – but he couldn't doubt her need. Holding her gently, he began to push his thick swollen cock into her untried narrow cunt. Jane felt the huge hard head popping into her, stretching her little cunt mouth almost to bursting, stuffing her virgin twat to fullness. She wasn't afraid. She loved it. Her eager box flooded around his slowly invading meat, making the way slick and wet.

"Yes, yes, Don, yes," she gasped, "put it all the way into me, darling."

But Don worked with maddening slowness. Probably he was trying to be gentle, easing his swollen prick at a snail's pace into her flaming-hot little box, but Jane was going wild with frustration. Her every instinct demanded quick hard deep thrusts, not this very gentle slow penetration. Desperately she slammed her molten pussy up to meet his hard impalement, forcing his thick meat all the way to her womb.

"Fuck me, dammit," she panted, too lusty to be modest. "Ball me! Do it to me! Stop being so damned gentle. I love you, Don. I want you!"

He slipped his hands under her pert round ass and drew her snugly to him, and Jane panted with eagerness, waiting for the hard deep fucking her body demanded. Instead Don balled her with slow shallow strokes, as if she were so delicate she might break. Jane moaned with disappointment. Still she was so aroused by now that even his gentle soft thrusts were enough to bring her off. She felt a sudden explosion of pleasure deep in her boiling little cunt.

"You're making me come, darling," she gasped, "oh, oh, yes, ohhhhhh!"

Her hot little hole gripped his meat fiercely as she came. Through her dizzying pleasure, she felt Don trembling, trying to hold off his own climax till she finished coming. As soon as her spasms died down, he moaned hoarsely and shot a steamy blast of jism into her tight little box.

"Oh, Christ, I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said, kissing her.

"No, dear, you didn't hurt me," Jane said dully.

Her disappointment was intense. She'd wanted wild, passionate, thrilling lovemaking, not this timid abort session that left her panting for more. Her disappointment deepened when Don immediately got up and left, saying that people might talk if he stayed too late. Jane lay in her bed seething with unsatisfied lust.

She loved Don very much, but he seemed unable to satisfy her in bed. Knowing this, could she marry him? She'd waited so long for sex, she refused to be cheated now. Would she have to look for another man?

When Jane reported for work the next morning to teach her English classes at Oakdale High, she was still feeling depressed and disappointed about her first experience with sex. As much as she loved Don, she felt he was a meek and uninspired lover that he could never satisfy the cravings she'd built up during so many years of spinsterhood.

Still when she saw him in the hall before classes, her face lit up. He was a sweet man, and she couldn't forget the nice times they'd had together. "Good morning, Don," she said cordially.

Dan colored slightly, no doubt remembering their love-making. "How are you?" he said, taking her hand. "I hope you're all right after – well, you know."

"Of course," Jane said, "I'm fine."

She went off feeling irritated. Why did he have to treat her like a china doll? She was healthy as a home, more than ready for the vigorous sex life he was denying her. She found herself, faced with a terrible dilemma – whether to marry the man she loved, even though she knew he couldn't take care of her in bed. That wasn't going to be an easy decision.

Her classes took her mind off her problems for the rest of the day. Jane was a popular and respected teacher, but the kids were still a handful, more interested in rapping and flirting than in learning English composition. There was one kid in particular, Kirk Stone, who consistently gave, her trouble. She dreaded the last class of the day, when Kirk would be there.

Kirk was eighteen, blond, and husky, and though he was an attractive boy and on the football team, he was also a delinquent. He'd been suspended from school twice and had appeared in juvenile court several times for joy riding and drinking beer under age. He was cocky and defiant, carrying out some private war against the whole adult world. Jane tried to get along with him as best she could, but some days nothing could make him behave.

Today was one of those days. Kirk was talking nonstop to another boy in the back row, distracting the rest of the class from the lesson. Finally Jane was fed up.

"Kirk," she said, "come and sit in the front row. We've had enough of your talking."

Kirk grinned as he gathered his books and came to the front row of chairs. He slouched insolently in his seat and didn't bother to take notes. He just stared at Jane, making her uncomfortable. Just as disconcerting, she couldn't seem to help staring at his crotch. Slouched forward like that, in such tight jeans, the soft lump of his cock was blatantly revealed. Perhaps that was just what he intended. A boy like Kirk would do anything to freak the teacher.

"Kirk," she said suddenly, catching him off guard, "I'd like you to explain today's lesson."

He reddened and said, "I, uh, didn't get a chance to do it, Miss White."

Jane sighed and said, "Kirk, at this rate you'll be lucky if you pass. I think you'd better stay after class and talk to me."