Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

As Joe's cock pumped out its remaining liquid into her hungrily swallowing mouth and throbbed into stillness, Valerie desperately lifted her head to catch the last thin streams which ran down his cock and she tried to take the deflating prick back between her lips.

"Please, oh for God's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck me, fuck me now!"

Joe chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her across from the girl. "Not with my little girl to keep you warm," he said with a leer.

"Dear God," Valerie breathed. What now… what does he mean? I'm going out of my mind. Jennifer's… Joe's daughter!… her lickings… are driving me wild! And her father egging her on!

Valerie raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl nestled her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her kneeling body, the crude figure of Bruce humping away with increasingly savage strokes into Jennifer's tightly clenched little rectum. She let her eyes rove over the loveliness of the girl's voluptuous nakedness, and she felt the soft kisses on her skin and the hot puffs of breath on her creases and the magic tongue licking her vaginal cleft, simply licking in long strokes from top to bottom, not entering yet, but causing Valerie to raise her loins with each slow licking of her sensitive cuntal lips. Her clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle and she hissed and squirmed and writhed insanely… then as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped.

Valerie couldn't stand it. She had been played with and brought along to such a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release! She rolled onto her stomach that was knotted with tension and several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others, who had, at different times, released their animalistic passions around Valerie. The man who'd sucked the woman off and Mike crawled over to the naked young teacher and moved Joe aside so that they could lay beside her and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing ceiling-ward.

"Christ look at them go!" Joe said.

Mike could only groan and then place the young teacher's fingers around his prick just as the man had done on the other side of her. Automatically Valerie's soft fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke them rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo of Jennifer's oral fucking that continued from underneath and Bruce's sodomic perversion. Mike cupped one of Valerie's breasts as Jennifer moved her hands to spread the steaming cunt before her.

"Somebody, please fuck me!" Valerie screamed. "I need a cock! Do you hear? Oh God, somebody stick their cock in me! Please!"

"Are you really ready, baby?" Bruce laughed harshly.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, I am!"

"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!"

"Yes! Yes!" Valerie cried, as she thrust her nakedly quivering buttocks up as high as they would go.

"Get ready for the finest 15 year old fuck you ever had," Bruce said, and then he snapped out, "Bobby!"

Valerie felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery hard, cock rub along her legs. Her brain reeled! Again and again the shaft danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and with a moan of desperation Valerie reached back and impaled her half-crazed vagina full upon it.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as the long thin prick soared up in her cunt, quelling the burning demon which almost tore her innards asunder. The cock burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls of her vaginal tunnel.

And then she twisted around, only this time to caress and encourage the man who had been so kind to her, and she froze!

Oh my God, she screamed inwardly… It's Bobby! It's Bruce's son, one of my students, who's fucking me! A low helpless wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and forth as the brutal young cock expanded inside her cunt like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it… she couldn't stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations… he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful… absolutely the finest!

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh," Valerie said in muffled squeals, "I'm… I'm… going… going to… cummmmmmmm!"

"Fuck back at the boy, damn you!" shouted Bruce, "Pound that ass of yours tight up there!"

"Yes… yes… yessssss! MMMMmmmmmmmm!" Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

As Valerie cried out with her impending climax, Bobby suddenly gave a savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thickly scalding young male cum, and he flooded her vagina with jackhammer lunges full of his hotly virile sperm. Long jets of it ricocheted off the smoothness of her cuntal walls and streamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.

She came, screaming wildly from the size of her release and she heaved her buttocks back against the pounding loins of the boy as his cock continued to empty up inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust crazed system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla! Faintly she heard Bruce cry out guttural groans and Jennifer howl, but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a heavy black faint engulfing her semen filled body…

Sometimes the mind goes mercifully blank and will not yield up its more painful contents immediately. Valerie opened her eyes to the bright sunlight streaming through the bedroom window and at first did not realize that she was in her own room. The dresser looked alien, the lamp a stranger's, the drapes foreign. She was in bed, some bed, somewhere and her head felt terrible, her mouth caked and raw.

When she tried to move, her muscles and bones protested. At last she sat up. The bedclothes fell away from her naked torso and the pale odor of sexual aftermath hit her nostrils. Something clicked in her tired brain and she knew where she was and what had happened to her. She fell back against the pillows and thrust her screaming sobs deep into the pillows.

As the horrors of the night came roaring through her brain in three dimensional playback within the confines of her head, she wept the despair of the damned. All the tears and sobs and agony of the world seemed to be pouring from her tortured throat and eyes. It was as though she mourned the dearest person she'd ever known, taken away by a dreadful tragedy that could never be reversed. But even the grief of the damned does not stop the vital processes of a living body. At last, spent and hopeless, she dragged herself to the bathroom.

The class was already in session when she arrived. Mike was standing at the front of the big room handing out papers to the children in the upper grades while the lower division students were already working with bent heads at their desks.

"You're late, Miss Fenton. You're tardy," Cynthia Colby teased in her little clear voice.

Valerie nodded dumbly and walked slowly through the rows of children to the front of the room, looking at the floor, rather than meet Mike's eyes or those of the children. She had no idea how she could get through this terrible day but it seemed even more terrible to stay at home with only her thoughts to occupy her mind.

Bravely, she went to the front of the room and took one of the papers Mike was handing out. It was the mimeographed copy she had made of Andrew Marvell's poem TO HIS COY MISTRESS, as part of their study of the Renaissance and Elizabethan England. Mechanically, she began to read the poem aloud as she always did. Despite her lateness she must make this like any other school day for the children.