"Teacher turns on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Egan Norma)

CHAPTER NINE

The silent exchange of stares seemed to last forever. Jane felt like her whole life was going down the drain as she watched the horrified expression on Don's face. She couldn't lose him, she just couldn't. She suddenly wrenched herself forward and managed to escape the brutal impalement of Kirk's prick.

"Don, help me," she gasped. "I'll explain later, but please get this creep away from me."

Kirk was drawing back his arm to hit her, but Don got there first. Tough tall and rangy and meek-looking, he turned out to have great strength. He clipped Kirk neatly on the jaw, and the boy sat down hard, shaking his head dizzily. Jane seized her rumpled dress and wrapped it around her naked body.

"In his jacket," she stammered, "some photos. They have to be destroyed."

Don didn't stop to ask questions. He seized Kirk's leather jacket, searched it, and brought out the envelope of incriminating photos. To Jane's horror, he opened, it and glanced quickly through the shots of her and the boys – but he didn't say a word. He just put the pictures in the fireplace and lit a match to them.

"Thank God," Jane sobbed.

"There was something else in his jacket," Don said grimly.

He picked up the jacket again and took out a Polaroid camera. Jane shuddered. Obviously Kirk had intended to take more pictures of her. Don opened the camera and dumped out the film. Kirk was regaining his senses, and he leaped angrily to his feet.

"Hey, watch it," he said, "that's an expensive camera."

"You should know," Don answered. "You ripped it off." He watched Kirk go pale, then continued, "The cops were at the school Friday looking for leads, and they described stuff that's been stolen lately. I'm willing to bet I'd find plenty of it at your house – and with those buddies of yours, Joey and Snake."

Kirk flushed and grabbed for his clothes. "AU right, all right," he said, "you win. Just keep quiet about this, and I won't say anything about her."

"That's not good enough," Don said. "You and your pals have to return all that stolen stuff. You'll get off with probation that way. You ever say a word about Miss White or even speak to her again, and I'll see that you go to jail for a long long time. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, I get it," Kirk said sullenly. He finished dressing and stalked out the door.

Alone with Don, Jane suddenly felt very self-conscious. She blushed deeply as she turned to face him, her rumpled dress clutched awkwardly around her body. It was just a matter of saying goodbye with dignity, now that he knew what kind of person she really was. But she found it very hard to speak.

"I can't thank you enough, Don," she said. "You saved my life, saved my career. I just wish you hadn't had to see me like this. Those terrible photos, and then – well, me with Kirk."

"Jane, go put something on," he said coldly. "I want a complete explanation of all this – but not while you're freezing to death."

Jane reddened and hurried to her room where she put on a cozy blue terry cloth bathrobe. When she returned to the living room, Don had made strong drinks for them both. She sat on the couch next to him and sipped her drink gratefully. She needed it before she could talk about the terrible things she'd done.

"Don," she said finally, "I just didn't seem to be able to resist Kirk. I mean, I hated him, but when he touched me – well, I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't control myself. I've thought a lot about it, why I behaved that way with someone I despised. And the only thing I can think of is that I had no other outlet. I waited a long long time for sex, Don, but when you didn't respond, I – oh, God, I satisfied myself with those sadistic little hoodlums. I'm so sorry. I know – I've ruined it for us."

Don sat silently for awhile, sipping his drink. She couldn't read the expression on his face. Finally he said, "Jane, I made a terrible mistake. This has all been my fault. It isn't that I didn't want to make love to you. It's that I wanted you so damned much, I thought I'd scare you off. I was afraid to let go with you before we were married."

Jane stared at him. It sounded too good to be true. Could Don, the pussycat, really be a tiger in disguise? According to him, his passion was so violent that he couldn't release it on her, fearing she'd be turned off. That really didn't sound like Don. He was just trying to spare her feelings. Jane smiled sadly and patted his hand.

"It's all right, darling," she said, "You can tell me the truth. You probably never were very hot for me in the first place. Too bad, because I was always wild for you. But I could tell by the way you hung back that I didn't really turn you on, and…"

"Bullshit," said Don.

He whisked her drink out of her hand, set it aside, and lunged for her. Jane gave a squeak of surprise, and the next thing she knew, he was pinning her down on the couch, his long hard body pressed hotly against hers. He ground his mouth over her lips, kissing her savagely, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Jane felt shock – and excitement. This was the way she'd always wanted Don to be.

"You want me to prove what I said?" he asked huskily.

Jane quivered with horny delight. "Yes, Don, I do," she said. "Please prove that you really want to marry me."

He rolled off her, picked her up, and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Jane trembled in his arms, praying that he was telling the truth. She knew now that she was a hot-blooded woman, a woman with years of sexual starvation to make up for, and that she needed a hot-blooded man to do the job. Could Don be the one she'd been looking for all the time? Again it seemed too good to be true.

In the bedroom he set her on her feet and kissed her again hard and hungry, running his hands up and down her tall lusciously curved body. She could feel him trembling – but with timidity or lust? She'd soon find out. The next few minutes would, determined whether she could really marry Don Davis.

"Undress me," he said roughly.

Jane felt a wicked thrill as she sank to her knees and began taking off his shoes and socks. The experience with Kirk had been degrading and frightening, but it had taught her about her real self, the self she'd been suppressing all those years. Inside the quiet modest schoolteacher there was a wicked slut, a wanton woman who loved rough no-holds-barred love-making. She prayed that Don would meet her needs.

He stepped out of his shoes and socks, and Jane rose to remove his tie and jacket and shirt. She noticed that his face was flushed, but she wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or lust. She pulled his t-shirt off, tousling his thick brown hair. A powerful wave of lust shook her as she admired his hard hairy chest. She kissed him there, greedily and lustily, before reaching for his belt.

Her hands were trembling by the time she got to his fly. She knew it wasn't nerves. It was violent unashamed horniness. She could hardly wait to get him naked, to touch and taste and explore his exciting muscular body, to feel his cock inside her. Don had always turned her on like mad. Kirk's effect was nothing compared to what she felt for her fiance.

With shaking fingers she finally managed to unzip his fly and help him out of his pants. Only his jockey shorts were left. Jane felt another dizzying wave of horny longing as she stared at his crotch and saw that it was hugely tented. His big hard cock bulged obscenely, threatening to burst right through the cloth.

Don was trembling slightly as she lowered his shorts, breathing hard, flushed in the face. Jane brought the elastic waistband gently down over his powerful erection, then whisked the shorts down to his ankles. She got them off, then swiftly returned her eyes to what attracted her most, his fiercely erect meat.

It was just as she remembered it from their one and only fuck, a magnificent thick eight inches of silky pale cock, the head huge and hard and purple. It sprang stiffly from his crisp brown bush, hugging his flat belly, the shiny head oozing big bright bubbles of cock-juice. His handsome rosy balls were swollen up round and tight. Jane felt steamy saliva pooling in her mouth.

"Oh, Don!" she gasped. "My God!"

She couldn't control her wicked horny impulses. She seized the hard throbbing stalk and drew his huge knobby cock-head down to touch her lips. She kissed it hotly, then opened her mouth and inserted the huge hard head, letting it rest on her tongue. Don gasped and shuddered. She started to suck slowly, longingly, on the big juicing cock-head.

She felt she'd be content to stay like that forever, on her knees, sucking slowly and deliciously and strongly on his huge handsome cock, giving pleasure to the man she loved. Glancing up, she saw that Don was beet-red in the face, his nostrils quivering, his eyes rolling. He panted and quivered as she sucked him, and his fingers strayed into her thick glossy brown hair and caressed her there.

Jane began to ease more and more of his thick hard meat onto her tongue. It was a huge prick, bigger than Kirk's, and it stretched her small mouth widely, but she felt only excitement as she eased the stiff stalk toward her throat. She opened her silky wet throat and took in the great bulbous head of his dick. His swollen hot balls came to rest against her chin.

"Oh, Christ, Jane," Don moaned, his fingers gripping convulsively in her hair.

Jane began to suck with real hunger now, fast and hard, keeping the huge hard head of his dick lodged snugly in her throat. Her saliva boiled and gushed around his slick meat, and her tongue tickled and lashed the cock she adored. She tasted his cock-juice for the first time and found it better than Kirk's, much better. She had no reservations at all about blowing this man, eating his come.

"My God, my God," Don was moaning, his voice hoarse with pleasure, his fingers caressing feverishly in her hair.

More and more of his delicious cock-juice dribbled out onto her tongue and down her throat, inspiring Jane to suck his prick even faster and harder. With Kirk there had always been, bad feelings, an undercurrent of hatred, but with Don she could let herself go completely. Her loud, greedy, uninhibited sucking told him how much she wanted him.

"Jane!" he gasped. "That's beautiful, honey, just beautiful! Christ, I've been daydreaming for months about you blowing me, but I never dared ask. I thought you'd be turned off."

Jane gave a muffled snort of laughter. For months she had been fantasizing about blowing him, but she was afraid to mention it for fear of disgusting him. Well, she'd show him just how "turned off" she was. She sucked harder and harder, applying powerful vacuum pressure to his big tasty prick, till Don was groaning and dizzy with pleasure, almost losing his balance.

"Oh, Christ!" he gasped. "That's enough, baby, you're gonna make me come. Let's save that hard-on."

But that plea gave Jane an idea. If he really wanted her, if he was as horny for her as he said, he'd get another hard-on. It would be a test – a test she was very eager to make. She salivated hugely as she thought of eating his come. She reached around him, cupping his taut-muscled ass, and held him in place, his drooling dick trapped in her mouth and throat.

"Jane, damnit," he panted helplessly, "let go or I'll shoot my load. I swear to Christ – ahhhhhh!"

Jane felt a huge blast of hot jism that overflowed her throat and filled her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, making loud sucking and gurgling noises. His convulsing prick went on shooting the thick tasty cream, but she swallowed it as fast as it came. Don wailed with pleasure and jerked his squirting cock in her mouth till it was exhausted and limp. Then he staggered back dizzily and sat on the edge of the bed, panting and flushed.

"Bitch," he chuckled. "I wanted to save that cock-stand. I'm supposed to be proving something, remember?"

"Oh, you can still prove it, darling," Jane purred. "I'll help you."

Standing in front of him, she untied her robe and drew it open and let it slip from her shoulders. She was totally naked underneath. She saw Don's eyes widen in hot appreciation as the robe fell to the floor and revealed her magnificent body. She stood there brazenly, a little lusty grin on her face, and let him look.

His hot eyes focused on her big melon-size tits, when theft creamy smooth skin and dainty rose-colored nipples. Then his gaze traveled slowly down her sleek curved belly to the pretty little triangle of glossy brown muff-fur. Jane wantonly thrust her belly forward and parted her legs a little, giving him a peek at her luscious ripe red slit.

"It's all yours, darling," she purred, "every inch of it, now and forever. You can do anything you want with me, Don."

As she spoke, she watched his limp wet prick stiffen and rise into a heavy thick column of hard white flesh.

"Now prove your point," she said.

Dan's arm snaked out as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly to him. She stumbled between his hairy hard thighs, and he closed them to hold her there. He buried his flushed face in her fragrant soft bush, breathing hot and hard. Jane felt a dizzying wave of lust, her eager pussy creaming a big flood of juice that trickled down her legs.

"Gee," Don teased, "I always thought you were a nice girl."

"Sorry," Jane laughed, "but that meek and respectable spinster schoolteacher has had hot pants for you since the moment she saw you."

Don chuckled. "It was mutual," he said. "The first time we met, I wanted to throw you down on the floor, right there in the principal's office, and ball you silly. I guess we haven't been communicating very well, lady."

"Let's communicate right now," Jane suggested wickedly. "What would you like to tell me?"

"This," said Don.

He pressed his face into her glossy brown muff again and stuck out his long slippery tongue and wriggled it down into the thick fur till he was tickling the small hot nub of her clit. His tongue tip pressed hungrily against the scorching-hot lump of flesh and flicked eagerly back and forth.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Jane gasped. "Oh, God, yes! Lick my clit darling, I love that more than anything. Oh, my God, yes!"

Don's hot slick tongue rimmed lashed and massaged her greedy little joy button, and Jane moaned with pleasure. Her aroused pussy creamed more and more floods of steamy juice that gushed down her inner thighs. She swayed dizzily in Don's embrace and clawed his shoulders. His lashing tongue thrilled her far more than Kirk's because she wanted him totally.

After a few moments of wicked tongue teasing, Don emerged from her moist deep muff and eased her onto the bed. Jane didn't need encouragement. She looked at him with hot wide eyes as he arranged her to his satisfaction. He laid her on her back and stuffed a pillow under her pert little ass, raising up her lovely scarlet pussy. He eased her legs far apart, bending them back at the knees, opening her completely to his horny gaze.

Jane felt no shame, no urge to close her legs. She felt that her whole red scorching-hot slit belonged to him and that she wanted him to feast his eyes on it. That was just what he did, hungrily taking in her little scarlet lump of a clit, her plump swollen pussylips with theft dainty fringe of brown curls, the wet shadowed mouth of her cunt, and the little light brown pucker of her asshole.

"Miss White," he said solemnly, "how'd, you like to have your pussy eaten?"

"I'd love it, Mr. Davis," she said primly.

Don chuckled and knelt between her soft pale thighs. His head dipped down into her steamy exposed pussy, and Jane creamed hugely just from the excitement of his hot moist breath fanning her aroused gash. Then she felt his firm lips sucking in the fat little bump of her clit, sucking it hard and fast and greedily.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Jane wailed. "Yes!"

She went completely out of control, bucking her hips, screaming, clawing the bed, her hot pussy gushing out to soak his face. Dan's head bobbed up and down in her crotch as he sucked furiously on her erect and sensitive button. She almost fainted with pleasure, and in a matter of seconds she was having a body-rocking orgasm.

"Yes, yes,yessss!" she wailed. "You're making me come, darling, ahhhhhh!"

No sooner had her spasms died away than Don dipped his head even lower in her red-hot soaked slit and she felt his thick long tongue snaking right up her molten cunt. Although she'd just come like crazy, she was instantly aroused again, clenching anti squeezing his deep-thrust tongue with the satiny wet walls of her twat. He tongue-fucked her furiously, the long slippery organ jerking hard and deep in her creamy little hole.

"I can't believe this," Jane gasped, "but I'm coming again. Oh, ahhhh! Ohhhhhhh, yes!"

His tongue kept slamming deliciously inside her as she came, and when she was finished he tongued even lower in her flooded crotch and tickled the small puckered mouth of her brownie. Jane moaned with wicked lust. She screamed with pleasure and nearly rose off the bed as Don's slick long tongue crept into her tight little asshole.

"Oh, darling, that's good!" Jane gasped. "Put your tongue in my ass, yes!"

She wasn't sure how he did it, but in seconds she was having another howling climax. Don's thick wet tongue pumped deliciously in her tight steamy bunghole as the wonderful spasms shook her.

Finally she fell back limp and flushed and panting, and he raised his head and flashed her an impish grin.

"I imagine you'd like me to leave now," he teased. "You probably have papers to grade."

"Come here, dammit," Jane laughed, wrapping her arms around him. "You're not getting away till I'm thoroughly fucked."

"This is rape, you know," Don laughed, slipping his hard hot hands under her little round butt.

As far as Jane was concerned, this was the moment of truth. His foreplay had been delicious, the best ever, but would his fucking be the kind she had to have? She remembered the other time they'd done it, his gentle slow unsatisfying strokes, his all-too-quick climax. That wouldn't do. She had to be balled hard, thoroughly, savagely to satisfy all her long pent-up needs.

She trembled as Don fitted the huge hard purple head of his cock to her tiny but eager cunt mouth. He was trembling, too, at he pushed into her. It was slow, far too slow and gentle. Jane forced back tears of frustration. Eight inches of fantastic thick hard meat, and he wasn't using it. He was still treating her like a Goddamned china doll, as if she might break.

"Fuck me, damn it!" she groaned. "Really fuck me!"

Don looked down at her anxiously. "Honey," he panted. "I want to, believe me, but I'm afraid I'd be too rough."

"Do it, Don," she moaned. "Let's find out about each other. Everything. Right now. Do it just like you want to."

He saw that she really meant it. Then his long hard body was pressing hard on her, devouring her, and his giant cock began to slain in her tiny narrow cunt without restraint. Jane felt the breath knocked out of her, felt his huge iron-hard prick battering her womb, stuffing and raking her tight little box. He hadn't been kidding, it was rough. It was rough, and she loved it.

"That hard enough for you, baby?" he gasped almost angrily. "You getting it the way you want it?"

"Oh, my God, yes!" Jane screeched. "I love it, Don, it's perfect. Hard, yes, dammit, hard!"

He cast her one look of amazement and delight, then increased the tempo and force of his fucking till the bed started to creak and their bellies met in loud smacks. Jane moaned with joy and threw her legs around his pumping ass, digging his wonderfully long cock even deeper into her boiling-hot cunt. It was her dream-fuck, the kind she'd always wanted. Even Kirk at his most savage hadn't balled her like this.

"I love it," she babbled, clawing his sweaty hard shoulders, "I love it!"

Her only other worry was that he'd come too, like he'd done before, but again he astonished her. He pumped away like a piston, a tireless fucking machine, and she came again and again until her little flooded box was deliciously sore and satisfied. In fact she was getting more than she'd dreamed of.

"Darling," she said at last, "that's enough, for God's sake. I won't be able to walk."

Don kept slamming his huge rock-hard cock in her soaked little box. "I want you to remember this," he panted.

"Oh, I'll remember," Jane gasped. "Just come now, please!"

He obligingly flooded her with steamy thick come, groaning with pleasure, but he didn't roll off her. His limp wet prick stayed firmly lodged in her gripping little cunt. Jane purred with satisfaction, stroking his hard sweat-drenched body.

"You'd better leave now, Mr. Davis," she said primly. "I'm sure you have papers to grade."

He chuckled, but he didn't move. She felt his cock growing hard again.