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

CHAPTER ONE

Jane White, an attractive and soft spoken brunette, turned shyly to her fiance and said, "Don, darling, take me to bed. Please, right now." Don Davis gawked at her. They'd been spending a quiet evening in Jane's home, sipping drinks, watching television, when suddenly, this. "What did you say, Jane?" he asked.

"Take me to bed," she repeated urgently. "Make love to me, Don."

Don just stared for a long moment as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then he said, "But darling, don't you want to wait till we're married?"

Jane's heart sank.

She was thirty-five years old, not getting any younger, and she'd hardly even been kissed before she met Don. She was dying to know what sex was like, but the wedding was six months away. Even more, she wanted to know what Don was like in bed. For the past few weeks she'd been worrying about it, wondering if Don was really man enough to please her.

It wasn't that she didn't love him. The moment she met Don, a fellow teacher at Oakdale High School, she'd known he was the man she'd been waiting for all those years. She'd never married because she was choosy, wanting a husband who thought like she did, who shared her beliefs. But there was something not quite right about their relationship. Don had never once tried to take her to bed.

Jane had been pursued by other men, and though she'd saved her virginity for the right one, she knew that a normal man would at least try to get her into bed. Don didn't try. He seemed content to wait months and months till they were legally married. The most she ever got out of him was hugs and friendly kisses.

Jane had had enough. She had to know if her fiance was really a man in the fullest sense of the word.

"No, Don," she said softly but firmly, "I don't want to wait. I love you, and I want you now. Don't you want me?"

Don, an attractive but mild-mannered man of forty, looked like an athlete turned professor. His tall body was lean and hard-muscled, his face tan and healthy, but his horn-rimmed glasses and modest suits gave him a meek and harmless appearance. Jane had been longing to see him with his clothes off. She sensed that his strong hard body would turn her on like crazy.

"Of course I want you, baby," Don said nervously, "but I want everything to be perfect for us. I don't want us to do anything we'll be sorry for."

"How could we be sorry for making love?" Jane said. "We love each other, Don. It would only be natural to express it as fully as we can."

"And what if you got pregnant?" Don asked. They didn't intend to have children but to devote themselves to teaching.

"I'll take care of that," Jane said with a grin. "I'm a modern girl. There'd be nothing to worry about. Please, Don, if there's something else holding you back, it's only fair to tell me."

Don reddened a little, but he replied firmly, "No, it's just a matter of principle, Jane. I don't want us to look back and feel guilty because we didn't wait."

Jane gave a small exasperated sigh. Usually Don was so sensible and good and tired about everything, but when it came to sex he seemed to be living in the Victorian Era. What was the matter with the man? Was be concealing some terrible defect? Was it possible that he couldn't make love at all? Jane had to know.

"I could never feel guilty about making love with you," she said firmly. "Besides, Don, it makes good sense to find out if we're compatible that way. What if we get married and find out we're not good sexual partners? I insist, Don. I want to know now."

Don was reddening all the way down to his socks, but when he saw the look of determination in her eyes, he knew that arguing would do no good. His fiance was gentle and modest, but when she made up her mind about something, that was it.

"All right, Jane," he said, "you win. I just hope you won't regret it."

"Never," Jane said with a warm smile.

Her heart began to pound. The moment had finally come. She'd waited a long, long time, but she was glad she'd waited for the right man. She didn't want to lose her virginity in some sleazy overnight encounter, didn't want her first lover to be someone she didn't care for. It had to be Don or no one. But thirty-five years was a very long time to wait for sexual release, and Jane was impatient to get started.

She stood up and said, "Come on, darling, let's go in my bedroom. We don't want to make love on the couch like a couple of guilty kids."

Don looked very uneasy as he got up and followed her down the hall to her room, but Jane figured it was just shyness and that he'd warm up once they got started. She recalled a few times when he'd kissed her and it threatened to get out of hand, his tongue straying hungrily into her mouth. He'd always stopped himself in time, but now he didn't have to.

What would it be like? Jane knew all the technical details of sex, having read everything she could lay hands on, but she still had no idea of how it felt. She'd never been undressed in front of a man before, never been caressed. She felt both nervous and excited. She knew she was a normal, healthy woman with normal needs, but she'd denied herself far so many years, she didn't even know how to respond. She hoped she wouldn't be too awkward.

They entered the bedroom, and Jane turned on just one small bedside lamp, bathing the room in a mellow glow. She turned to Don and smiled, but he still looked nervous. He only managed a weak grin. Wanting to set him at ease, Jane walked up and put her arms around him and gave him a brief but urgent kiss.

"Darling," she laughed, "don't be so nervous. You'd think you were the virgin, not me."

He managed a chuckle. "I just want to do right by you, that's all," he said.

"You will," said Jane. "Let's get undressed."

Don fumbled nervously with his tie while Jane kicked off her shoes. She knew he'd had other girls, but she thought it odd that he was being so nervous and hesitant. He seemed to be taking far too long getting out of his clothes. Jane couldn't delay. She whisked off her pantyhose and hurriedly unbuttoned her dress. Don suddenly stopped moving, his eyes focused hotly on her tall lush figure.

Ah, Jane thought, maybe this will turn him on. If it excited him to watch her strip, fine, she'd make, a show of it. Smiling enticingly, she faced him as she opened her dress and let the silky garment slip off her shoulders and waft to the floor. She stood there in her lacy blue bra and panties, knowing there was plenty for a man to look at. She wasn't a young girl any more, but she still had a damned nice body.

Jane was tall, about five-eight, and perfectly proportioned, with long lovely legs, trim rounded hips, and a tiny firm waist. Her breasts were large and jutting, not a trace of sag. Her rich glossy brown hair hung to her shouldcrs. She had large dark eyes and a white flashing smile. There was nothing to turn a man off.

Still facing Don, smiling, she reached around and unhooked her bra. Don's blush deepened, but he didn't look away. It was as if he couldn't look away, his hot eyes riveted to her chest as she slowly drew away her bra. Jane's magnificent breasts, like large round melons, gently jiggled into their natural pout, capped with small rosy nipples. Dan's eyes widened.

"My God," he said hoarsely, "You're beautiful."

That was encouraging. "Thank you, darling," she said. "I bet you're pretty nice yourself, but I'll never know unless you start undressing."

"Oh, sorry," he said with an embarrassed laugh. "I was busy looking at you."

He began fumbling with his tie again, but he was looking intently at Jane as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her little blue panties and began lowering the garment slowly. She meant to tease by doing it gradually, but she was also starting to feel a little shy. After all, no man had ever seen her naked before.

She didn't mind showing Don her tits, she wasn't self-conscious about that, but it was different when it came to her pussy. Very slowly she inched down her panties, and as the first glossy brown pubic hairs sprang into view, her blush deepened. Don's eyes were glued to her lower belly, and as she inched her panties lower, he licked his lips.

Well, did she want to lose her virginity or not? No point in being shy about it now. Blushing but determined, Jane suddenly whisked her panties all the way down and stepped out of them. Her glossy little brown bush was a delightful puff of delicate curls, and Don's glowing eyes showed that he liked it. Still he hadn't even got his tie unknotted.

"Darling, am I going to do this all alone?" Jane teased. "I was hoping to have a partner."

Don't voice was hoarse with lust. "Sorry," he said, "I just couldn't take my eyes off you. I'll be right with you."

Jane walked over to the bed, her large round tits bouncing enticingly. She lay down on her back, brazenly parting her legs a little to give Don a tantalizing glimpse of her pretty pink slit. It embarrassed her, but she was willing to do anything to fire him up. As she lay there and watched, he finally took off his clothes.

His body was everything she'd hoped for and dreamed of. He removed his jacket and shift, and Jane feasted her eyes on his hard lean chest with its thick thatch of brown curls. He got out of his shoes, socks and pants, and she admired his taut-muscled long legs. But of course the most interesting sight was yet to come. Jane had never seen a cock before.

She tried to contain her excitement, only blushing a little as Don removed his shorts. Her blush deepened when she finally saw his prick a thick soft pale appendage dangling loosely from a crisp brown bush. She feasted her eyes on his limp wagging rosy balls and red-capped milky pale cock. She thought the whole thing was beautiful.

She'd seen pictures of cocks before, photos and paintings of naked men, but they couldn't compare with the reality. She felt a hot burst of lust as she eyed a real cock for the first time. She felt a sudden glowing in her pussy, a swelling and moistening, and her heart pounded with excitement. Don stood there blushing and naked, as if hesitant to approach her.

"Come here, darling," she said eagerly. "Hurry."

He took a deep breath and strode over to the bed, his flaccid pale dick waggling crazily. Jane couldn't take her eyes off it. She knew from her reading that it was limp and little, but it looked enormous to her. She wondered if her virgin cunt could take his erect cock. She sure as hell was willing to try! She was so tired of being a virgin, of being left out of life's greatest pleasure.

Don slipped onto the bed beside her and took her in his arms. Jane went to him eagerly, touching his hard naked flesh for the first time. Her fluffy brown bush pressed against his soft warm cock, and her big melon-shaped tits flattened against his hard hairy chest. This was where she belonged, and she knew it. She gave a purr of contentment and Don began to kiss her.

He was less shy this time, working his tongue into her mouth, running his hands eagerly over her silky curved body. Jane didn't feel shy at all now, eagerly cupping his tight round ass, wantonly tickling his limp dick with her curly little bush. Everything felt so right, so good, to her. It was silly to wait for marriage to fuck the man she loved.

"Ummmm, darling, I feel so excited," she said. "Please don't hold back. Make love to me now."

As she spoke, she wiggled her furry little muff against his soft cock again – and to her surprise and delight, Don's drowsy warm prick suddenly went hard. She felt it butting strongly against her naked belly, pawing long and thick and very stiff, lying like a steel rod between them.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"Sorry? Why?" said Jane. "It's what we want, isn't it?"

"Yes, but not so soon," Don said. "We don't want to rush."

Speak for yourself, Jane thought.

But he wasn't kidding, he really wanted to take his time. Jane was waiting eagerly for him to thrust that big hard cock between her legs, but instead he rolled her onto her back and cupped her big ripe breasts, gently molding and massaging the hot satiny flesh. Her large pale globes almost overflowed his hands. Don trailed his thumbs back and forth over her dainty dull-rose nipples, and Jane felt a shock of pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Don," she sighed, "that's very nice."

She hadn't realized that her tits could be a source of erotic pleasure, but she was learning fast. He gently squeezed her big hot jugs and massaged the delicate nipples, and Jane quivered with sensual delight, her pussy going suddenly wet and swollen and hot. Her, bashful fiance knew how to make love, how to turn her on, just as she'd hoped. She'd been sure there was a tiger lurking behind that modest image.

Don bent down and kissed her hot silky tits all over, his mouth wet and hungry. Jane moaned with delight and ran her fingers through his thick brown curly hair. As he bent over her, feasting on her lovely tits, she could see his erect cock for the first time, and the sight aroused her almost unbearably.

It had looked big before, but now it seemed enormous. Jane stared at eight inches of thick taut pale meat, the fierce erection hugging his belly snugly. The stalk of his prick was milky-pale and laced with the faint blue veins. The head was huge and knob-like, a dull purple, and there was a dark slit of a mouth oozing a tiny pearl of cock-juice.

Jane couldn't remain passive. She'd waited far too long to be with a man. She wanted to touch, feel, explore his handsome lean body. While Don crouched over her, hungrily kissing her full swollen tits, she reached out eagerly and laid her hand on his stiff thick cock. Don flinched violently, moaned, and then went still as she touched him.

Jane felt hot excitement as she touched a cock for the first time in her life. Don's fiercely swollen prick was hot, smooth, and silky, a delight to touch. She ran her fingers swiftly up and down the stiff stalk, feeling its incredible hardness, its lively throbbing, its radiating heat. She tickled her fingers into his crisp brown bush and down onto his hugely swollen red balls. Dan flinched and moaned again as she cupped his hot nut sacs.

"Baby," he said hoarsely, "go slow. Don't get me too excited."

Jane was disappointed. She wanted to throw caution to the winds and do every crazy thing she could think of. But Don continued his gentle caressing and kissing of her lush ripe boobs, setting the pace. Impatient but obedient, Jane gave his big hot swollen balls a gentle caress before moving her hand back to his cock. She curled her fingers around the fat stalk and pumped swiftly upward to the fat hard purple head.

More hot sticky juice had trickled from his cock-head, and Jane wickedly smeared it onto her fingers to make them slick. She cupped the bulb-like head of his prick and began to massage at eagerly, knowing from his moaning and trembling that he was very sensitive there. More hot juice bubbled out onto her stroking fingers, and Don began to breathe raggedly. Suddenly he reached down and took her hand off his cock.

"That's enough," he said. "I don't want to lose control."

Jane could have moaned with frustration. She wanted so badly to play with his handsome hard cock, to excite him into shameless lust. Why was he holding back? Why didn't he want to get excited? It was as if he were afraid to let himself go. She wondered what he was hiding.

Don must have sensed her impatience, because he distracted her by suddenly slipping his hand into her crotch. Jane gasped and flinched. No man had ever touched her there before. She felt his firm hand cupping her moist hot pussy, gently squeezing the swollen aroused flesh. She felt a dizzying wave of lusty excitement.

"Ohhhhh, yes, darling," she gasped, "touch me there."

Don's expert hands explored her virgin pussy, briefly fingering her tiny red clit, her plump scarlet pussylips, the little recessed mouth of her cunt, even the wrinkled taut mouth of her asshole. She found his touch incredibly exciting. He started to stroke her moist little clit, sending delicious waves of sensation through her belly, and she helplessly jerked her lusty pussy against his hand.

"Don," she said huskily, "I know I'm ready. Please, make love to me now. I want it!"

"No, baby," he said softly, "You're not quite ready yet. Trust me. I'll know when."

Jane clawed the bed in her frustration. Dammit all, she'd been ready for twenty years and more, and it was killing her to wait. Her starved pussy felt boiling hot and soaking wet, and Don had that fantastic hard-on. What in hell was he waiting for? How much more turned-on could a woman get?

Jane was soon to find out. Holding her close, Don took her hot moist little clit between his thumb and forefinger and started to knead the slick button gently but steadily. Jane moaned loudly as she experienced the keenest pleasure of her life. In lonely horny moments she'd sometimes played with herself there, stroking her receptive little clit till she came, but it hadn't felt nearly so good as Don's knowing fingers. He kneaded her fat little button, rolled it between his fingers, and each movement made Jane squeal with pleasure and cream hotly.

"Ohhhhh, darling, yes!" she gasped, "that feels wonderful!"

She felt herself gushing hot sticky pussy cream all over his hand, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her instincts took over, and her long lovely legs parted wider and wider, showing Don her achingly swollen soaked slit. She pumped her hips helplessly in time to his strokes. She'd never been so desperately horny in her life.

"Don, far God's sake," she panted, "I'm ready. Please, darling, I'll go crazy if we don't do it now. Please!"

Don looked reluctant as he drew his hand from her soaked steamy pussy, but from the hoarse and urgent tone of her voice, he knew she wasn't kidding. He knelt between her spread legs and gently fitted the huge swollen purple head of his cock to the tiny wet mouth of her virgin cunt. Jane panted with eagerness, but Don only looked worried.

"Honey, are you sure?" he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't mind," Jane panted. "I want you, Don, I want you right now. Do it, Don, fuck me."

He reddened – she'd never used that word before – but he couldn't doubt her need. Holding her gently, he began to push his thick swollen cock into her untried narrow cunt. Jane felt the huge hard head popping into her, stretching her little cunt mouth almost to bursting, stuffing her virgin twat to fullness. She wasn't afraid. She loved it. Her eager box flooded around his slowly invading meat, making the way slick and wet.

"Yes, yes, Don, yes," she gasped, "put it all the way into me, darling."

But Don worked with maddening slowness. Probably he was trying to be gentle, easing his swollen prick at a snail's pace into her flaming-hot little box, but Jane was going wild with frustration. Her every instinct demanded quick hard deep thrusts, not this very gentle slow penetration. Desperately she slammed her molten pussy up to meet his hard impalement, forcing his thick meat all the way to her womb.

"Fuck me, dammit," she panted, too lusty to be modest. "Ball me! Do it to me! Stop being so damned gentle. I love you, Don. I want you!"

He slipped his hands under her pert round ass and drew her snugly to him, and Jane panted with eagerness, waiting for the hard deep fucking her body demanded. Instead Don balled her with slow shallow strokes, as if she were so delicate she might break. Jane moaned with disappointment. Still she was so aroused by now that even his gentle soft thrusts were enough to bring her off. She felt a sudden explosion of pleasure deep in her boiling little cunt.

"You're making me come, darling," she gasped, "oh, oh, yes, ohhhhhh!"

Her hot little hole gripped his meat fiercely as she came. Through her dizzying pleasure, she felt Don trembling, trying to hold off his own climax till she finished coming. As soon as her spasms died down, he moaned hoarsely and shot a steamy blast of jism into her tight little box.

"Oh, Christ, I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said, kissing her.

"No, dear, you didn't hurt me," Jane said dully.

Her disappointment was intense. She'd wanted wild, passionate, thrilling lovemaking, not this timid abort session that left her panting for more. Her disappointment deepened when Don immediately got up and left, saying that people might talk if he stayed too late. Jane lay in her bed seething with unsatisfied lust.

She loved Don very much, but he seemed unable to satisfy her in bed. Knowing this, could she marry him? She'd waited so long for sex, she refused to be cheated now. Would she have to look for another man?