Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

Her belly started jerking uncontrollably then as she felt the head of his screwing penis swell up larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to start spewing out hot male cum at any moment, and, oh God, maybe even make her pregnant, but the growing spasms in her own belly were the focus of her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her insides exploded all around by the hot bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her womb. Then, suddenly, his huge cock sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the length of the long thick cock like a great roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her warmly sucking womb.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh! Ooooooooooooooo! AAwwwwwwwwwggggggghhhhhh!" She screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, sticky cum from his own climax. She could feel every drop of the passion-driven liquid bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response. She jammed her groin up as tightly as possible against the jerking cock inside her, and her wildly contracting cunt erupted like a spewing volcano with her own joyous cum.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwgggggggg!" Her scream echoed around her head as the wetly searing passion in her body soared to a wild pinnacle of delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her impassioned body, and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of pleasure at every tiny opening to her body. She arched her widespread buttocks up to receive all of the hot squirting fluid she could get, and her own milk-white cum gushed up her hungrily contracting passage over the jerking thick cock to spill out around its hair covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. It seemed to go on and on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.

"If old Bobby made out as good as I did today, he did pretty well," Bruce breathed heavily against her ear, completely spent and satisfied. He nuzzled her neck appreciatively, nipping and kissing the flushed flesh of her collarbone. "Hurray for hypocritical virgins. They're the best kind," he whispered against her still warmly pulsing skin.

Valerie lay as if dead, eyes closed against the deepening afternoon sky and the bushy bearded face that had in one short hour divided her life into "before" and "after." Dimly her brain began to bleat faintly in some dark recess, trying to arouse the guilt and shame her lusting body had buried in the tides of sensation that had changed her life forever.

Oh God, don't let me be pregnant from him! Please don't let me be pregnant!

One of those bright autumn days of orange sun, shining water and warm air, summer in any other region, came brilliantly through the windows of Valerie's cottage high up in the pines above the Pacific. Her own face beamed idiotically back at herself in the bathroom mirror. Smoothly tanned and flushed with sleep, hair tumbled in a cascading stream around her shoulders and down her back, the depraved behavior of yesterday afternoon was miraculously not engraved in her face.

She looked clean and young and warmly female even to herself. How could it not show? How could she have engaged in that wild lusting with Bruce Landers and not reap the ravages of it visibly?

There had been the multiple scrubbings last night, the scouring of her body inside and out, the weeping and finally the exhausted sleep. But now she was ravenous and only the tenderness of her vaginal walls and the heavy blossoming of her breasts that she could feel under her nightgown gave evidence of her downfall. The nipples were so tender that they felt raw against the soft nylon and she could see the pink tips under the gossamer fabric, turgid and tingling.

Eating scrambled eggs and ham on her tiny terrace she thought about her predicament, vaguely trying to formulate some plan. Her stomach only clamored for more food and she ate ravenously. The more she tried to get her thoughts back to the business of the day, the more she saw Bruce Landers in her mind's eye. His bearded face and powerful body kept intruding and she kept wondering if she would see him today. It was ridiculous! How could she feel anything for a self avowed dropout, a man with a degenerate son who would most probably get her in deep trouble if she wasn't careful… a man who raped her casually and laughed about his son's debauchery.

Sternly she finished her breakfast, fed the cat, dressed and put the breakfast dishes in the sink. Clearly, she had to get herself in hand. She couldn't let this hippie, this profligate who had fled from society precisely because he couldn't handle its responsibilities, turn her head and influence her own goals. New England history was full of such men and they always turned out bad, destroying everything around them. A small sinking stab of feeling gripped her stomach for she realized after yesterday how easy it was to be influenced by them. Well, she would simply have to be doubly on her guard.

"Miss Fenton… Miss Fenton… Miss Fenton." She was greeted by screaming children jumping up and down in wild excitement. "We have a new teacher… Look… look… he's here!"

A tall grinning young man propped lazily against the storage shed got up languidly to greet her as Valerie climbed the path to the school. He unwound his body as though it were a loose spring and there was a lithe grace to his movements that was almost feline. His head was large and leonine which only added to his catlike appearance. Collar length reddish hair and a square jawed face with mocking green eyes grinned laconically at her.

"Good morning," Valerie smiled uncertainly. "I'm Valerie Fenton."

"You sure are," he agreed. His cat eyes traveled over her open necked sweater, lingering at her lushly outlined breasts and sweeping down her knit clad hips to her tanned legs and feet in neat pumps. "You surely are," he breathed suggestively, his eyes assessing her openly.

Valerie's face burned and she dropped her eyes in confusion. One hand went to her hair that she had coiled neatly in a corwn??? on her head. "I… ah… can I do anything for you?"

"Well, I should say you could," he answered in that breathy voice that brought another flush to Valerie's cheeks. "Ah… I'm Mike McIlhenny. Mr. Crane sent me down to help you. Said you needed some help… on the playground." The slight emphasis on the word play sent Valerie's color rising even higher. God… what was the matter with her?

"Oh yes… he said he'd send somebody. I'll show you around later. It's time to start school now and I'll be busy with the children for a bit. Why don't you look over the sports equipment here in the shed and… ah… perhaps make a list of things we need." She brushed past him then and almost fled up the hi-fi??? with the children racing after her to the school house steps.

Everything went wrong from that first moment. It was as though the kids had to try out the new man by behaving badly; only their testing of him put Valerie in the difficult position of looking out of control. She was furious with them and with the smirking young man, who swaggered finally through the classroom to bark at the unruly students. They followed him out onto the playground docilely and were soon shouting and whooping gleefully in a wild game of tag.

Valerie stood at the window, watching, and for the first time in her life, actually swearing under her breath for long minutes. Stop it she told herself sternly, but the fury went on twisting her stomach into knots. Through a haze of anger she watched Mike McIlhenny get all the children involved and playing. He moved with an effortless grace, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling visibly under his striped T-shirt. Valerie started??? guiltily when she realized she was actually wondering what those powerful arms would feel like holding her. My God! What had happened to her since yesterday?