Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

His cock continued to spurt and throb for what seemed like an eternity, then it gradually stilled. Deep inside her he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the mouth of a dying fish. He looked down at her rapture closed eyes and the soft little smile on her lips, her tanned face young and vulnerable, the silken hair tumbled in long streaks of light across the pillow.

Knowing that women were most vulnerable to suggestion immediately after fucking, their brains fuzzy and grateful, he pulled out slowly and began kissing her long throat. His deflated penis came out of her sperm flooded vagina with a soft plop as he let his full weight crush her into the bed in complete relaxation.

"You're a great fuck, baby," he mumbled into the hollow of her shoulder.

"Ohhh," Valerie breathed, "It was wonderful..

"We can have lots of good times together," Taylor muttered gently, "but you've got to stop giving me such hell. Those damned mothers are driving me crazy."

Valerie was kissing along the muscular ridge of his naked shoulder. "Are you listening to me?" he demanded.

"Mmmm-mmmmm," she mouthed against his skin, nodding faintly.

"Well?"

"You want me to stop giving you a hard time," she said dreamily.

"That's right. You stop stirring up the parents and be a good girl. I'll give you that job at Castagna… and everything will be fine. We'll have some very good times together…" he whispered.

"Oww… Ohhhhhhh…" she wailed suddenly. Crane felt her struggling to move under him, her face twisted with pain.

"What's the matter?"

"Cramp… my leg… ohhh, please… move…"

The big man lifted his weight. from the long golden body; her thighs came together like scissors closing sharply and Valerie rolled into a ball on her side, rubbing the side of one thigh where it joined her hip.

The spell was broken. Damn bitch! Why'd she have to get a cramp right then? Crane got off the bed and stood looking down at the sleek golden flesh of her nakedly curved body.

At last the pain in her leg eased and Valerie met his eyes, suddenly cold and grey again. The huge naked man looked at her as impersonally as ever. She could see the glistening long cock hanging down now, wet with his expended semen and her vaginal juices, the pubic hair matted and sticky. It seemed impossible now that this hard man had taken her to such heights of ecstasy… that only a few moments before she had been wildly joined to him in the ultimate embrace. Suddenly he stalked into the living room.

Wrapped in a robe, her nakedness suddenly a terrible embarrassment, Valerie followed him. He was hastily throwing on his clothes, his face closed and inaccessible. She knew beyond any doubt then why he'd come to her… why he'd made love to her. It was simply another of his deals. His real motivation had not changed at all.

"It was only to make a deal, wasn't it?" she whispered, staring at the huge man who had made such wild love to her and was now jerking on his clothes matter of factly.

"I'm a reasonable man," he said smugly, shoving his shirt into his trousers.

"You're still going to take my school away… after…

"Fucking has nothing to do with business. You're getting emotional again."

Valerie winced at his use of the word and suddenly the pain and hurt stabbed deeply into her.

"The more unreasonable you are, the more you convince me that Rio Sur is something you can't handle."

"But, I have handled it… I can still handle it if you'll only listen… I swear I can…" her voice rose shrilly.

"The only thing you handle well is that swivel hipped little ass in bed, baby. You're pretty good at that."

"You're a monster… a cold unfeeling monster!"

"I offered you a good deal, baby, with some pretty good feeling thrown in. Are you going to take it or… you going to be stupid?"

All the hurts and humiliations came rushing back and with it the knowledge of her wild coupling with this cold brutal man who used her so casually. "No… no, I won't take it…

"You leave me no choice then," he said grimly, one hand on the front door. "By the way, since you're so sure you can handle anything at Rio Sur… I'm sending a few new students down to you. You'll find them a challenge, I think. Good night, Valerie, my dear."

Valerie stood shaking with anger, hearing the motor of Crane's car die into the distance. Without thinking, she threw herself into the bathroom and found herself standing under a warm shower, her mind a heavy wet weight and the tears pouring down her face in torrents with the spraying water.

The little school had never looked so gay, bright banners flying from the framed booths, the two by fours simulating the peaked roofs of 16th Century England. There were wandering minstrels playing flutes and guitars and hawkers verbally extolling their wares. Even the costumes of the children, hastily improvised from whatever their mothers had on hand, were bright and appealing. Valerie looked around the school yard and felt a surge of excitement and pride. They'd done a wonderful job. How could anyone want to close such a school? Only a maniac like Taylor Crane.

Valerie went over to sample the honey based "Mead," a non alcoholic version the children had researched and made. The cup of golden liquid was sweet and delicious.

"It's wonderful!" she approved, lifting her cup in a toast to the three sixth graders behind the table who were looking anxiously up at her. "You've done a great job. This ought to sell like hot cakes… pardon me, I mean, like hot cross buns," she laughed gaily.

Parents were beginning to trickle up the path, she noticed, but it was the school board that she was anxiously awaiting. The children had devised special invitations on pseudo parchment scrolls to all the board members. If they could be convinced of the effectiveness of Rio Sur then they could overrule Taylor Crane. The board had to come! But it was early yet, she told herself.

The "stable boy," Carey Horn, was dutifully leading Blue Boy, her horse, around the far meadow. Valerie walked over, holding up her long skirts. Their unfamiliar length was uncomfortable but the children would have been too disappointed if she hadn't dressed in costume too. An old peasant blouse with voluminous sleeves and a boned velvet waistcoat found in a thrift shop did very nicely with some old skirts and petticoats.

"Think I'm ever going to get any customers, Miss Fenton?"

"Oh, of course, you will, Carey. Look the parents are arriving already. You know the little children will want to ride." She patted the boy's thin shoulder reassuringly and gave Blue Boy a pat on the rump. She. had to keep the children's spirits up even though she was beginning to feel nervous. No. The board couldn't be so cruel as to ignore the children's invitations.

Afternoon wore into evening and the flame colored sun finally edged into the silvery Pacific. It was dark. The students and their parents had eaten hot cross buns, meat pies, roasted chickens, the plum puddings. The little children had all ridden Blue Boy and the minstrels had been through their repertoire at least a hundred times. Seedlings had sold well and kittens, home made leather bookmarks, candied apples and gathered aprons. All the parents had come with the exception of Jennifer Crist's parents. Some hippies had stopped and enjoyed the leftovers. A few aunts and uncles had even come but not one single school board member had bothered.

There was nothing to do but admit failure. An enormous depression and the utter fatigue of defeat had settled on Valerie like a heavy shroud but she tried valiantly not to let the children see it. It was for them her disappointment was bitterest. They had worked so hard and so long and deserved so much better than the indifference of their elders in authority. Oh God! People could be so cruel.