Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

Valerie Fenton! You're crackers! Absolutely nuts! Stop it this instant! She commanded herself all the way back up the hill to the classroom, forcing her mind and her body away from such silly ruminations about a man she hardly knew. Ridiculous!

The afternoon sun was blazing straight through the windows of the school when the dismissal bell rang. The scrambling and the yelling began. Suddenly Valerie was very, very tired. As the children filed out, jostling and joking, but remembering to straighten desks when she reminded them, the weariness descended on her like a cloak. Part of it was the strain of having the superintendent here and her ridiculous imaginings about him.

At last the children were gone and she wandered hollowly about the big room, watering the plants, putting books away, picking up jackets and depositing them in the lost and found box. It was a good school, she thought inanely, as she looked around at the empty desks where so much of her young life had been invested. It is a good school! Taylor Crane could fry in hell!

Locking up the big outside door, Valerie thought she heard something. She listened, standing very still on the schoolhouse porch but she heard only the wind through the cypresses, blowing off the sea inland. Jumpy. She was just jumpy and nervous because of that cold man coming down to criticize and sneer.

Valerie stiffened. There it was again. Voices. She was absolutely sure this time she heard voices. Surely all the children had gone long ago. She slipped down the steps and listened again.

"Ohhhhh… yesss… fuck me, Bobby… fuck me…!"

Valerie stopped in her tracks, sure this time that her imagination had gone wild. God, she must be hallucinating here in broad daylight! She hurried around the end of the building and waded through the tall golden oats toward the bluff that rose up a hundred yards behind the school.

"Fuckkkkkkk… that's it, baby… Fucckkkk…

Sucking in her breath fearfully, Valerie scraped behind the thick scabby bark of the huge oak tree that the younger children climbed so gleefully. She leaned against it, her heart almost thudding out of her breast. She waited. This time she wasn't imagining things. The terrible words had come to her ears as clearly as if she were in the same room with… who? Who could be out there in the brush?

"Harderrrr… Bobbyyyyyy… harderrr…"

Valerie's chin ventured upward to rest on the crotch of the tree trunk where it parted in heavy armed welcome. She strained to see who and what. And then she saw two white girlish legs raised in the air above the waving oats. Oh God! A few steps further and she'd have stumbled over the couple. Hippies. It must be hippies out rutting in the bushes like animals. The highway was full of them all the time.

A rush of wind flattened the oats and Valerie saw Bobby Landers! Oh God in heaven! It wasn't hippies. It was Bobbie Landers. Bruce's boy! Bobbie! Fifteen years old and he was lying between a pair of naked white thighs and fucking his strong young cock as hard as he could into the depths of some girl's more than willing body.

Valerie felt faint and weak. How? How could a student of hers behave in such a way? She leaned heavily against the tree unable to tear her eyes away from the incredible sight of the two young animals mating in the tall grass almost under her very nose.

"That's itttt, Bobby… fuck me with your big cock!"

The boy willingly dived into the pink slit between the girl's legs. Valerie could even see the tiny crumpled bud of the girl's rectum. Dear heaven! It was Jennifer Crist. Thirteen year old Jennifer Crist. My God! She was a child but she was talking like a slut… a whore… a harlot! It couldn't be… it just couldn't be! But even as the words pronounced themselves inside her head, Valerie knew that she was fighting what her own two eyes were witnessing! Those children were… but that word would not force itself even to sound within her brain. Those children had named it accurately but… she… their teacher could not. FUCKING, you ridiculous twenty-five year old virgin… they're fucking! They know exactly what they're doing. This isn't any first time performance for either of them.

What… what are you doing to her? Valerie's mind raced frantically to find a way out of the unbelievable situation. But, as she watched, Bobby just smiled more broadly and fucked into the girl's body, propping himself in a push-up position on his elbows.

Jennifer squirmed below him as he reached into her clothing and grabbed one of her budding young breasts, pushing back the opened blouse and exposing his actions to Valerie's horrified gaze. The young girl, seemingly just past puberty, acted entirely at ease under his virily driving young loins and the boy kneaded at her small, firm tit with lustful vigor.

Fighting frantically to release herself from this nightmare that she now realized did not belong to her haunted imagination, she almost broke into bitter laughter, remembering her feverish feelings when Taylor Crane had only touched her arm. Mad! She must be mad, Valerie thought wildly.

Despite her revulsion at their vile actions, she was greatly concerned about Jennifer's safety. The girl seemed too young to really understand what she was doing to herself, but seemed to have complete trust in Bobby who was now gleefully pinching and pulling at the hardened nipple of the girl's smooth exposed breast.

The boy's hand left Jennifer's chest and he adjusted his stance, placing both hands firmly on the ground above her shoulders. Suddenly, he deftly lodged his lurching cock deeper between the pink moist flanges of the girl's cunt, then with an enormous thrust rammed the brutal instrument into the moist, ready slit, forcing a deep groan from Jennifer's open lips.

Imagining the girl in unbearable pain, Valerie almost lunged forward to try to pull the demonically grinning boy from Jennifer's ravaged young loins. She was again held back by the incredible curiosity that was gnawing at her. As she struggled madly with herself, she saw Jennifer's hips begin a rhythmic rotation as she lay under Bobby, skewered on his invading cock. The staggering realization came to Valerie that this girl was no novice at such lurid actions.

The young teacher tried to block out the depraved spectacle before her, but couldn't. She had to look… the hellish exposition was mesmerizing her. Not six feet from where she stood the youthful couple were heaving and bucking in an obscene fucking unison. She could see the tiny pink ridges of Jennifer's moist young pussy clasped tightly around the base of Bobby's glistening cock as he thrust into her with each savage stroke. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded in the air and the thud of his sperm laden young balls slapping against the young girl's willingly upturned ass-cheeks joined it melodiously.

As Valerie watched in a near-coma of horror and fascination, she felt again the hand of Taylor Crane creeping around her arm and brushing her breast. Though her mind was repelled by the debasing exhibition before her, she could feel the tips of her breasts tightening to tiny buttons under her sweater. Her eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she saw Bobby's heavily surging cock sliding up and down through the bearded, mouth-shaped opening of Jennifer's cunt. She knew she should reach out and tear them apart, but the tightness in her throat would not permit it. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the tree trunk, but still the vision of Bobby's rampaging prick, wet and shining, buffeting into the moist softness of Jennifer's nakedly clenching little vagina, raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes tightly but still could not blot out the lewd vulgar picture. The couple's loud gasps and the wet sucking noises of their fucking drifted to her ears, magnifying the image a thousand times.