Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

Augie rammed into her without mercy, coming to his own orgasm in a crescendo of furiously hard thrusts, the viscid milk of his sex rushing through him, hose-like, to jet into the warmly, moist depths of her tender walled rectal channel. He collapsed on top of her panting for breath.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OOooooohhhhhhhh! Ffuuuuuucccccckkkk itttt!" Valerie screamed as her womb flooded and her arching convulsing body jerked on wildly. She climaxed again and again, soaring on the wave afterward of incredible sensation that flooded her like ravaging tides eating away the shore.

She lay panting and gasping for breath, a deflated and defeated mass of helplessly quivering, well fucked female flesh. Dimly she was aware of leave taking, young cocks, deflated and spent pulled from the nakedness of her sperm-flooded body and she was alone. Her eyes fluttered open to find herself lying on the crumpled map of the world all spotted now with the thick white pools of her debauchery with the four young students.

The vast new forum hall at Monte Mar High School was filled to capacity for the regular school board meeting. The large audience of parents shuffled and whispered noisily as the board rambled through the agenda before them. Taylor Crane looked out over the audience, surveying his domain.

As the interminable business of the meeting dragged on, the audience became more and more restless. At last the board chairman, Martin Smith cleared his throat and began to read.

"Fellow Board members, Dr. Crane. The next item is the proposal to close Rio Sur School. As you know this is our only remaining one room school house. It seems obvious that this is a holdover from earlier times. We no longer live in a rural agricultural society and while our other schools have flourished and benefited from up to date methods, equipment and teachers, this one school has been neglected and allowed to deteriorate. I would like to put forward that this school is an aging eyesore that drags down the whole system. We inherited it from earlier boards who simply pushed the problem under the rug. I feel it's time we did something about it."

"Wait a minute. My kid went there!" A tall man rose to his feet shouting. "Miss Fenton helped him get a scholarship to a good college. She may be an old fashioned teacher but what's wrong with that? Just cause things are new don't make them better."

The uproar began. Taylor Crane watched and waited as it swirled around him. The emotional parents screeched loud and long and as usual, no one came up with a single valid argument to back up their statements of passionate loyalty to Valerie Fenton. It became painfully obvious that, with Crane's help, that the district was, in effect, supporting a private school for special students, at the expense of the entire system.

"Gentlemen," Taylor Crane stood up to his full height and looked around, waiting for the angry voices to cease. When the large room was absolutely quiet, he said in a calm and reasonable voice, "I should like to submit my report on the matter to the board." He handed around the typed report to the board members. "My recommendation, as you can see, is to close the school. I believe my findings are in order. The cost benefit analysis gives us the picture pretty clearly. Even if it did not, may I say that I feel there is no way to bring this school into the programs we have in progress in the other schools. That in effect we would be keeping open an aging, outmoded unit as a costly memorial to what some of the parents feel is an irreplaceable teacher. Gentlemen, I think you will agree that none of us are indispensable. In fact, it simply isn't good business to have any one teacher who cannot willingly and eagerly be assigned to any school in the district. No other teacher would have Rio Sur. So, should something happen to Miss Fenton, we would be forced to close Rio Sur anyway. I propose we do it now. I propose we adjourn to executive session and discuss the reports at this time."

When the board returned from their private executive session twenty minutes later, most of the audience had gone home. The verdict had become clear in the course of Taylor Crane's few well chosen words.

The chairman of the board rapped his gavel for attention even though the audience that was left was already quiet. "The board has voted unanimously to close Rio Sur School. Students living in the area will be bussed to town schools at the district expense and absorbed into other schools."

Valerie sat listlessly staring out the window of her living room. She knew there was the fatal school board meeting tonight but nothing and no one seemed to matter anymore. The school and all her ambitions and hopes seemed very far away, a memory from another life lived very long ago.

When the phone rang late in the evening, she stared at it stupidly, not knowing at first why it shrilled. Finally she picked it up. Her face emotionless she heard the news from Taylor Crane's own lips. It no longer seemed to have anything to do with her. The triumph in his voice was wasted on her. For the old Valerie Fenton no longer existed. She had been buried along with her rigid New England background, buried somewhere in the depths of the body of her new counterpart.

"Thank you for calling," Valerie muttered dutifully into the phone and hung it back in its niche.

Closing the school had only been a formality. The new Valerie Fenton would never teach again.

It was not a calling that would excite her nor would she feel fit to ever influence young minds again.

Idly she wandered around the cottage, looking at everything as though they were artifacts from a long ago age. A piece of paper stuck out of a book. She pulled it out and stood looking down at it for long minutes. The words leaped out at her and branded her mind with their rightness. They pointed the way to her new life.

…"then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honor turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust.

The grave's a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace."

It was true. Valerie Fenton, old fashioned teacher, had been living for twenty-five years in the grave of her own repression and no one had ever truly embraced her there. But in the past few days she had climbed out of that grave and embraced a new life. Bruce Landers had pulled her out of it.

The book and mimeographed paper fell from her hand as Valerie went to the closet and pulled down a coat to throw around her shoulders. The lights still glowed as she ran out the door, started her car and turned it down the road toward the canyon. Embraces awaited her, eager young arms to keep her from ever falling back in the grave.