Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

"Don't worry, baby… you won't!"

Three weeks now she'd waited but he made no move. She'd finally known that he wouldn't and had fallen back into wearing herself out with the horse and the school and the children and the garden. She'd lain awake many nights though wondering whose arms had welcomed him, what woman was accepting him and consoling him?

Bruce's boy was down there now with Jennifer Crist, his virile young cock sunk deep into willing young cunt flesh, open and pink like a wound that wept liquid that was not rotting, but fresh young lubricant from deep inside her fertile young body.

Suddenly, Valerie's attention was jerked back to the scene before her by a soul-searing groan that went on and on. She looked down to the ground and saw Bobby gasping and moaning with Jennifer more softly echoing his every sound. The boy pummeled his lust-hardened young penis heartlessly into the young girl's vaginal passage, plunging again and again. And then, Bobby began spewing his hot white load deep into Jennifer's upturned cunt, the force of his orgasm sending hot cascading sperm foaming back out of her thinly hair-lined young cunt-lips and down the desperately clenching cleft between her ass-cheeks. Almost insanely, the girl screwed her buttocks tightly onto the still squirting prick sunk deep into her belly, and as the boy gave one final lunge into her semen flooded cuntal passage, she let out a whimpering wail from between tightly clenched teeth, and Valerie saw her body shudder violently as a great crest of pleasure wracked her body.

"Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh…ggggggggaaaadddddaaaaammmmm," Jennifer screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, screaming out her orgasmic release, as young Bobby Landers stroked into her without mercy, until with a low guttural grunt, he drove deep up into her again to the hilt, holding himself down there for breathless moments while his hot white sperm still shot into the pale softness of the thirteen year olds hungrily accepting belly. Valerie thought she could detect the pumping action in his balls, tight up in the cleft, between Jennifer's rounded little ass cheeks, and she could see his puckered anus jerking and flexing as he came. Then, at last he collapsed on top of the girl, the full weight of him cradled between her still spasmodically clenching child-like thighs.

"God, damn, Jenny… I thought I'd never stop cumming!" he giggled.

Valerie's body was taut with the tension of the scene before her. The young couple lay exhausted on the ground. Biting her knuckles to keep her whimpers from becoming audible, Valerie somehow stumbled into the girl's bathroom and locked the door. When she was seated on the toilet, her ruined panties wet and slippery with her own damaging and desirous moisture around her slender ankles, the sobs came out in convulsive groans, as her middle fingers found the shamelessly slippery cunt lips between her legs and tried to ease the torturous need there. Oh God… Oh God… Oh God…

"Bruce?" Valerie knocked timidly at the door of the old house. Her heart was in her throat and her courage was failing now that she was here… but he had to be told. He had to be told about Bobby's behavior. She knocked again. Damn. Why didn't he have a telephone like everybody else? Then she wouldn't have had to face him. The old house just echoed with her knocks emptily, yet his truck was in the yard. Maybe he was down at the beach.

Following the bubbling little stream that led to the open sea, Valerie made her way through the heavy brush along the banks. Why bother? Suddenly, a thought depressed her even more than her already gloomy outlook. Supposing Bruce didn't believe her… suppose he defended Bobby… suppose he laughed at her…

At last she reached the heavy columns of the high bridge that spanned the canyon where the river trickled into the smooth Pacific. She rested a moment against the hard concrete buttress and then plodded on through the sand, cursing herself and Bobby and Bruce too. It would have been easier if she had never dated Bruce or had any kind of personal contact with him. She never should have, she thought grimly. Certainly he was like no man she'd ever dated before.

Pity mostly, at first, had been her motivation. Bruce Landers blended in well with the canyon people but he was a far cry from the correct college boys and young businessmen she'd dated previously. Bruce Landers was a widower with a teenage boy and because Bobby was in her school, motherless and not very well motivated, she'd felt sorry for him and his father.

Bearded and shabby in faded jeans like all the other hippie types in the canyon, Valerie had been amazed to find that Bruce had dropped out of a life very much like her own background when his wife died. An upper middle management man with a huge corporation he'd suddenly found his life didn't satisfy him anymore. A status drop-out was the way he described himself. He'd sold everything, packed up and moved to the canyon. Valerie presumed he lived on his savings for he never seemed to work except for odd jobs occasionally, gardening, carpentry. Mostly he did weird sculpture, fished, puttered at fixing up the old house he'd bought on the canyon floor not far from the beach. Her dates with him had been picnics on the beach, an occasional experimental movie at the college, a folk dance group at a neighborhood center in town.

"Hi!"

Valerie jumped, clutching her jacket, and then she saw him. Shirtless, squatting down in the sand, Bruce was busy bending scrap wire and pieces of driftwood into one of his sculptures. He grinned up at her, a dirty half naked savage. Strangely, his dark beard and unkempt hair made him look younger than his thirty seven years. He motioned for Valerie to sit down.

"How've you been?"

"Bruce… I… I… ah… have some bad news."

"Oh?"' he inquired casually, still twisting the wire and securing the gnarled wood. "What's that?"

"Well… well… Bobby… he…"

"He didn't get hurt?"

"No… no nothing like that."

"He raped a girl after school… in the field there…" Valerie blurted out loudly.

"Raped, huh?" Bruce laughed.

"You think that's funny!"

"Well, I don't hold much with this rape idea… usually doesn't work that way," he said calmly.

"But this girl is only thirteen years old!"

"Old enough then… so Bobby's growing up," he laughed shaking his head philosophically.

"Bruce… the girl… Bobby… I saw them!" Valerie exclaimed aghast at Bruce's calm acceptance of the news. "How can you sit there… as though…" Words failed Valerie, and an unreasoning anger rose in her. No wonder there was so much juvenile delinquency when a parent could take such an attitude.

"Tell me… did old Bob really give it to her?" Bruce laughed, rising to look closely into Valerie's face. He stood over her laughing like a bearded satyr, the muscles in his naked chest rippling powerfully as he rubbed the sand on his hands against his jeans. Valerie shrank instinctively back a step, her eyes drawn magnet-like to his naked brawn, the dark curling hair on his chest making a V down to his navel.

"You better wake up, Valerie… start living in the real world, honey. Why should I be outraged? My son's only doing what his instincts tell him to do… what any normal person does when he reaches a certain age. I'd be a hell of a lot more worried if he didn't get some pussy at fifteen."

"You… you're a monster, Bruce Landers… a…" Valerie sputtered wildly, a sudden fear clutching her for Bruce kept inching closer, leering down into her face.

"And you're a hypocrite, baby… a real first class hypocrite."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that… don't you ever…"

"Here… I'll prove it…"

All her anger and fear and outrage were suddenly stoppered by Bruce Landers' laughing mouth. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his mouth coming down on hers fiercely in a deep brutal kiss. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his filthy tongue that spewed such horrible words and she was claimed by his hard body in a vise like embrace. Valerie strained against him but he only wrapped her closer and began fucking his long tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands bit into the flesh of her buttocks and back, pulling her cringing body into his hard maleness. She could feel an almost instant bulge form in his jeans and it buried deeply against her belly. Its enormity was obvious even through the clothes. Gagging and choking on his invading tongue she tried vainly to spew it out but his lips were pressed against hers so ferociously that her own teeth were bruising her lips. He was devouring her and the smell of his hard male body was in her nostrils and she felt as though she'd faint there in the sand.