Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

"God! Oh, God! Valerie, Baby! I'm there… right with you! Damn! It's pumping me dry! Oh, God… what a gorgeous cunt!" he groaned and collapsed on top of her, his penis still jerking deep up inside her sperm flooded belly.

They lay for long minutes. Time receded for Valerie into the shrouding mists of sensuality as she lay under the big red haired young man, her brain mercifully suspended and shut off. The incredible peace and fulfillment permeated every cell of her flesh and she was content to only feel, to be, without reason, logic, morals, values or convictions, unidentified, amoebic, merely an animal responding instinctively in the long chain of evolution.

Taylor Crane put the phone back in its cradle gently. His hand was shaking from the effort to restrain himself from slamming it down in Mrs. Potter's ear. The rumors were all over town now, each one more exaggerated than the last. That damn Valerie Fenton had gotten the whole town in an uproar over Rio Sur. Even the paper had come out with a pointed article… clearly, the bitch had everyone on her side. She'd gotten to a lot of parents already.

That McIlhenny guy must be dense as hell. Taylor got up wearily, popped a couple of aspirin in his mouth from the bottle in his desk and gathered his briefcase. Surely that smart ass McIlhenny had read his meaning. Should have gotten to that Fenton bitch by now. But, maybe not. Maybe you had to spell it out for him. Taylor hadn't thought it would be necessary after looking over his personnel folder. Christ! The stud couldn't keep his hands off teachers or girl students. The folder was studded with complaints which is why Crane thought he was probably the perfect choice to soften Valerie Fenton up. Hell! You want anything done these days you had to do it yourself.

Driving up the winding road high above the Pacific, Taylor Crane acknowledged to himself that it wasn't just the necessity of getting Valerie Fenton into a teaching slot in one of the town schools that prompted his decision to see her tonight. While trying to plot strategy in his head, the thought of that. luscious Scandinavian goddess was fusing his cock into a painfully imprisoned cannon in his pants.

Valerie finally got out of the shower, her body tingling from the needle sharp spray of hot water. She couldn't seem to take enough baths these days. Blotting her tanned nakedness with a huge fluffy towel, she thought about the guilt that she tried by multiple bathing to wash away. At least the psychologists would see it that way. First Bruce Landers and then Mike McIlhenny. Something had snapped inside her. It was as though all her careful New England upbringing had held the dam of her own awareness all these years; once that dam was broken, the flood of her repressed sexuality had come pouring out in a torrent. How else could she explain to herself her outrageous behavior with two different men in the space of a few days. It was horrifying simply because it was such a complete reversal of her whole self.

Dropping the towel she looked at her mirrored flesh with loathing and suspicion. The high full breasts, patched with white skin over the very ends where her bikini had stopped the sun. Another strip of white flesh showed just above her golden pubic hair where the tiny bikini pants had shielded her. The rest of her long curving body was golden tanned, sleek and voluptuous. Even the sight of her own body could arouse her now. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to weigh her own ripe heavy breast and felt an answering twinge in her golden haired pussy. Oh God! It was wrong, terribly, hideously wrong! With a little cry of humiliation, Valerie whirled and threw on a thick terrycloth robe to cover her own arousing nakedness.

The door chime echoed through the little cottage in a querulous two toned scale. Valerie jerked the pins from her top-knotted hair and pulled her robe high around her throat. She padded quickly across the carpet and opened the door a cautious crack.

"Yes?"

Taylor Crane looked down his nose at her imperiously and stepped in without a word. "Oh Dr. Crane… I… excuse me.. I wasn't expecting anyone…"

"Obviously." His eyes swept over her from bare feet to flowing blonde hair that hung in long pale strands down her back. The thick bulky terrycloth robe had the odd effect of making her look fragile despite her magnificent height and proportions.

"I… ah… do come in." Valerie felt her heart almost beating out of her breast. What on earth was the superintendent doing here at night? The memory of her ridiculous emotional outburst in his office flushed her cheeks.

"I'll just get some clothes on," she murmured in confusion. "Perhaps some coffee? I'll make some."

"Don't bother. This won't take long. Sorry to have disturbed you at home but I think it's time we had a… serious talk." The tall man sat in the middle of Valerie's couch as though he were occupying a throne. He watched her like a beast of prey who had spotted his quarry and could afford to wait and play with it a bit. Her robe, thick as it was, could not hide the beautiful young curves underneath it. Valerie was perched precariously on the edge of a chair, poised as if for flight, one long slender golden thigh revealed where the robe parted. The long blonde hair curled in damp tendrils around her beautiful concerned face.

"I told you before that perhaps we should see each other in more social circumstances. Glad you were home tonight." Valerie nodded dumbly, too afraid to speak, for Crane's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than familiar way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver in her belly and her throat was dry.

"Would you happen to have a drink in the house?"

"Oh… yes… forgive me for not suggesting it. Is gin all right?"

"Fine."

When they were back in the living room with martinis on the rocks, Valerie curled up at one end of the couch, clutching her glass as though it were a life raft. Taylor Crane looked very different to her. A sport shirt open at the neck and casual slacks revealed the lines of his tall powerful body. He looked younger but not less formidable. She waited for him to begin the conversation, wondering why she was both afraid of him and attracted to him. He was trying to ruin her career so how could she possibly be attracted to him? Perhaps the very strangeness of the man, his remoteness, his coldness… and then there were those abrupt shifts to frankly sexual stares.

She watched him take a long pull at his drink as he glanced at her bookshelves. The gin felt like a warm helping hand in her stomach, the glow spreading through her in little fingers of heat.

"Valerie," Crane said, sitting down beside her abruptly on the couch. "I know how you feel about Rio Sur but I'm prepared to offer you something very attractive to take its place." His voice was ominously silky.

"It's a good school, Mr. Crane, in spite of what you think."

"Taylor, please. We're talking as friends now, Valerie." His hand came out casually and caught a strand of fine blonde hair. He toyed with it.

"You look more womanly with your hair down."

Valerie looked at the carpet, not daring to meet his eyes. "You… you were saying you had something to offer me." Under the thick robe she was suddenly very conscious of her nakedness, When she should have been worrying about protecting the school and trying to persuade him to her point of view, she was beginning to feel her own newly freed awareness. It was crazy. How could she hold onto her own sanity if this continued! Bruce had unleashed something in her, she realized, that must have been straining for a long time to come out. Was she really like this underneath…? Was this the true Valerie Fenton coming out… a sensual minded slut? Oh God! Valerie took another long drink hoping the alcohol would somehow give her back the courage of her convictions.