Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

Despair descended on her as thick as the darkness that had fallen over them when Mike had snapped the light switch, for she felt the same betraying tingling along her nerves as that fateful afternoon with Bruce. It couldn't be… Oh God… not again. She couldn't allow her body to conquer her mind again! She had to resist! She had to…"

She groaned, but it was not a groan of sex or passion; the sound escaped from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat, but Mike McIlhenny heard and misinterpreted. He thought she had groaned in pleasure.

"Take it easy, Baby… There's plenty of time," he croaked, as he shoved her back on a bench and began kissing her neck, his tongue laying her, moistly, now poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges, giving her the shivers.

"You're a delectable piece," he hissed down at her on the bench, her thighs tightly clenched dreading his touch now and terrified of her own reactions.

His hand roamed down across her flat belly, on down the outside of a thigh then back up the smooth, warm cloth covered flesh to the juncture of her trembling thighs, pulling the zipper of her jeans down to expose her to his lustful gaze, as his hand snaked inside the opening and down in her panties to her soft, silky pubic hair. He grinned and used a finger, smoothly, inserting it into the thinly quivering crease at the top of her now helplessly trembling vaginal slit, and moving in to find the tiny, enshrined button of her clitoris, rubbing at it teasingly to excite the vibrant sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided down there in every woman regardless of how haughty she might appear to be.

Valerie cringed, inwardly, with each touch, her mind wrestling desperately with principles and value judgments, trying to rationalize for herself the what and why of what she was doing. She found no additional answers.

"Oh, please… Mike. Don't!" she moaned as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart and his fingers pulling and tugging at the jeans and the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing cuntal lips.

He smiled evilly then, twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he gave a heavy yank, tearing them away from her along with her paint stained jeans, the material ripping asunder, leaving her loins tremblingly naked and defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench.

"No! Oh, no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, a hand going, instinctively, down to cover her shame.

"Open your legs… Bitch!" he grunted. "I don't want to get rough with you… But if I have to, I will!"

"Leave me alone!" she flashed. "I-I just… can't…!"

"You want your job, baby? Or do I tell old Crane how you tried to seduce me… and some of the kids?"

"You… wouldn't…?!" She was aghast, visions of herself… a public accusation!

"Try me!" the sadistic athlete chuckled. "Now, do you get those legs open or not?"

Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, and she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the tanned, curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the thin pink slit, glistening hotly there in the moonlight, a golden ring of sparse, blonde hair lining the soft femaleness where the inner lips protruded, slightly, like a tiny, nether tongue peeping out.

Then it began!

She felt his finger moving on her… moving, as it traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked cunt, and she squirmed and shivered with abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing finger; then, there was a moment of strange masochistic warmth, of a pruriently??? delicious agitation she could not explain, as he wormed the finger deeper and deeper up inside her warm, moistly tremulant??? vaginal passage.

In her helplessness, something was happening to her, and Valerie could not explain it to herself. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seeming to center there where he fingered her signaling pleasure… forbidden pleasure!

Oh, God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy!

Valerie moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and an, as yet, unrecognized sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her loins surgingly responding to him, but not wanting to respond… not wanting it to happen.

Squirming her buttocks down into the hard school bench, she sought to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her moan changing to a helpless mewling whimper as his fingers taunted the tight sensitive little cuntal mouth, gently thrusting into it several times, then parting the softly curling pubic hair to make a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head of her erect clitoris. She felt the moisture seeping from her in the unwanted and forbidden sexual excitation that had now filled her whole being and she clenched her teeth to hold back a rising groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious feelings building within her!

No! Good Lord, no! It's wrong! So terribly wrong! I'm selling myself… God! Oh, Dear God! I don't know what to do! Help me!

Then, suddenly, she did know!

She couldn't let this virile male body do these things to her! What kind of addle-pated thinking had she been doing. Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away from her.

"No! Stop it! God damn you!" she snarled up at him. "Get off of me!"

Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Mike by surprise, but he was not startled enough to release her, let her escape him. He caught both her wrists in his steely-fingered grasp; his weight on her pinning her to the bench beneath him.

"You bitch!" he grated at her, forcing his hip and leg between her thighs, wedging them open, while his finger went on plundering the moist readiness of her gently clasping vagina. "You're going to get fucked, Baby… but nobody can ever say you were raped; because you'll be climbing the walls wanting it… begging me for it! So, relax… and cooperate!" he rasped down at her, his lewd smile twisted and cold on his face.

"No! Never!" she shrilled. "I'll never beg… for that!"

"We'll see!"

Then, slowly, Valerie stopped struggling and she relaxed, the insane horror of her helpless, completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. God! She was trapped! She could only half lie there and allow this young, cold-hearted man to do his will with her… let his hands roam at will over her helpless body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he pleased and then… when he was ready… he would take her sexually… violate her warm, young body and squirt his heated male sperm deep into her unwanting belly. Maybe even make her pregnant and if so-she would never know who had done it, he or the equally horrible Bruce Landers. There was nothing she could do now to stop him… and either way she was on the losing end. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. Now, the real irony was revealed to her. She was being used like she was nothing more than a whore!

The tears of her humiliation flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her for her own bodily reactions catching in her throat, as she found that the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her genitals brought uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the now openly seeping female slit between her legs.

His voice was low and tantalizing in her ear, his breath hot. against her, "Starting to feel good… isn't it…?" he teased.

Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words caught in her throat; she couldn't speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris causing her to work her writhing buttocks down hard to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sensations that coursed through her soft, vibrating pussy.