Chapter 2

Rona leaped to her feet, shaking with shame and anger. "You two get away from there!" she said. The twins, giggling crazily, ran away from the window, off over the school grounds.

Rona shuddered. They'd seen her putting her hand up her skirt, caressing herself. It was terribly humiliating. Thank God she'd noticed them before she went any farther. What if they'd seen her sticking a finger up her cunt, frigging herself? In any case, that settled it. The twins had pushed her too far. She had to do something about them.

All year the Mills twins had been disrupting her class, taunting and humiliating her. She wouldn't stand for it any more. She knew from their records that their mother was dead and that they lived with their father, a successful businessman. She decided to call him and arrange a conference.

She went to the school office and dialed Kurt Mills' business number. When he answered, his voice was deep and pleasant. Rona said coolly, "This is Miss Carter, Jon and Joy's home room teacher. I've been having some difficulties with your children, Mr. Mills. I'd like to speak to you about it. Could we make an appointment?"

"Of course, Miss Carter," he said warmly. "How about dinner tonight?"

Rona was taken aback. "Well, it's hardly a social occasion, Mr. Mills," she said. "It's serious business. Perhaps it would be better to meet here at school."

"Why not mix pleasure with business?" he said. "I'd like to meet you, Miss Carter, get to know you, and dinner would give us plenty of time. I could pick you up around seven."

Rona gave in. The point was to see him, it didn't matter where. When she got home, she debated on how to dress. It was a dinner date, perhaps calling for something fancy, but in the end she decided to wear one of her sensible tweed suits and to keep her hair in a prim bun. After all, it was business, not pleasure.

Kurt Mills turned out to be breathtakingly sexy. Rona had never met a more attractive man. He was about forty, powerfully muscled, and ruggedly handsome. He had thick black hair that was beginning to turn silver at the temples, and he had a charming friendly manner. She could easily see how he became a success in business. He could probably charm the socks off anybody.

Rona struggled to keep their meeting on a business-like basis. She kept looking at Kurt Mills and imagining how he'd be in bed, how exciting it would be to make love to him. Stop it, she thought angrily, he wouldn't want YOU....

"So what's this trouble you've been having with my kids, Miss Carter?" he said pleasantly. "Tell me about it."

"They're disruptive," said Rona. "They pay no attention in class, they get the others to laughing." She blushed as she spoke. She could hardly tell him that his son stared at her tits all the time.

He sighed and chuckled. "Well, Jon and Joy have always been a handful," he said, "especially since my wife died several years ago. I know I haven't been strict enough with them. I'll have a talk with them, Miss Carter, and tell them to shape up in class. I'm sorry for the trouble they've caused you."

Rona was very pleased with his cooperative attitude. When he took her home, she invited him in for a nightcap. She couldn't help gawking at his body as he crossed the living room and selected a comfortable chair. His shoulders were so broad, his waist and hips so trim, and the muscles positively bulged under his sleeves and pants legs. My God, to have a lover like that ... Rona almost laughed aloud. No one wanted her, a grim old spinster.

"I hope you'll pardon my saying so, Miss Carter," he said abruptly, "but you're a very attractive woman."

Rona blushed right down to her toes. "Why, uh, thank you, Mr. Mills," she said awkwardly.

"Call me Hurt," he said, reaching out to take her hand. He drew the blushing schoolteacher down to sit on the arm of his chair. "You could be even more beautiful if you'd let your hair down and wear more feminine clothes," he said. "Here, let's try this."

He deftly pulled the hairpins out of her bun, and Rona's thick brown hair tumbled down to her waist. "Nice," he said. "Here's another improvement you could make. Don't wear your clothes buttoned all the way up to your chin. Show off those great tits of yours."

Rona blushed furiously. He suddenly unbuttoned her blouse halfway and drew it open to show the ripe deep cleavage of her large breasts. "Fantastic," he said, openly admiring her cleavage. "You shouldn't hide them, Rona."

Blushing hotly, she leaped from the air of his chair and drew her blouse closed. "Mr. Mills," she said coldly, "this was to be a business meeting. I don't like your language, and I don't like your manner. I think you'd better leave."

He laughed and sprawled more comfortably in his chair. "Rona," he said, "how long has it been since you got laid?"

"WHAT?" said Rona.

"You heard me. You act so jumpy, so nervous, that I just assumed you need a good hard fuck. If a woman doesn't get laid often enough, she gets irritable-like you."

"How dare you?" Rona said angrily. "Get out of my house, you-you PERVERT!"

Kurt Mills laughed again, got up, and walked over to Rona. He swept her into a powerful and embrace and kissed her hungrily, digging his tongue deep into her mouth. Rona gave a muffled gasp and pushed desperately at his broad shoulders, but he was much stronger than she was. He kept his mouth glued to hers, working his wet tongue wickedly in her mouth, and he slid one big hand down to cut her wriggling buttocks.

Rona felt suddenly hot excitement. She was outraged at Kurt Mills' behavior, but she couldn't help responding to the hard pressure of a male body. It had been so long, twenty years now, since she'd been held and kissed. Even as she protested and pushed at him, she felt her pussy growing red-hot with need.

Kurt broke the kiss and began easing her down onto the floor. Rona gasped with shock and tried to fight him off, but he merely laughed and pinned her hands behind her back with one big fist. She was lowered helplessly to the carpet, her great firm tits heaving violently. To her embarrassment, a couple of buttons popped from her blouse. Kurt chuckled.

"You shouldn't keep those gorgeous knockers penned up," he said. "Obviously they want out. Here, I'll help them."

He tore her blouse right down the front, exposing her straining white cotton bra. Deftly he reached behind her and unhooked the bra, and Rona couldn't help sighing with relief as the cruelly tight band fell away. Kurt swiftly stripped off her torn blouse and her bra, leaving her naked to the waist, then flipped her onto her back again. It all happened so fast that Rona had no time to react.

She lay there panting and blushing while he gazed hungrily at her huge naked breasts. "Jesus Christ," he said in awe, "I've never seen tits that big before. Yet they're so beautiful-firm and round...."

He reached out and cupped two great fistfuls of creamy white breast. Her huge silky tits overflowed even his big hands. Her breasts were hot and throbbing with life, the nipples going taut and erect against his palms. He squeezed the big chunks of tit-flesh hungrily.

"Stop that," Rona said desperately. "Let me go.

I won't stand for this."

"Oh?" said Kurt, chuckling. "What are you going to do about it?"

Rona swung her arm with all her strength behind it, aiming for his face, but he caught her in mid-swing and easily pinned her arm behind her. Rona cried out in pain. He eased his grip but kept her arm firmly pinned.

"You can't possibly fight me off," he said mildly. "I'm much stronger than you, and I know wrestling and karate. You don't have a chance of getting away. So why don't you just relax and enjoy it, Miss Carter? I can tell it's been a long time since anybody made love to you. You probably need it pretty badly."

The awful thing was, he was right. She had gone a long long time without a man, twenty horny and lonely years, and she desperately needed to be fucked. Even as she wept and struggled, her starved pussy was burning with need. She was too proud to admit it, though.

"Let me go," she said desperately. "This is rape-I hope you realize that."

He laughed again, that infuriating cocky laugh. "It won't be rape for long, baby. I'm going to make you want it."

"NEVER," said Rona hotly.

"We'll see," said Hurt. "I bet this turns you on."

He jammed his hand up her skirt. Rona tried to close her legs, but she was too late. He already had his hand on the crotch of her panties. "You're hot," he said, "burning hot down there. Come on, Miss Carter, confess, you're horny."

"I am not," she said indignantly.

He chuckled and slipped a finger inside the tight crotch of her panties. Rona gasped and struggled as she felt his stiff finger easing along the hair-fringed line of her slit, touching her most intimate parts. He fingered and tickled the bumpy little mouth of her anus, then moved on to tickle and press the plump hot lips of her pussy. He moved on again till he was fingering the hot little bump of her clitoris. When he touched her there, Rona felt a sharp streak of pleasure running through her belly. She recalled vividly how Professor Wiggins had got her so hot and horny by rubbing her there.

Kurt was a much more expert lover than the professor. He seized her tiny clitoral shaft between his thumb and forefinger and began to rub and tweak the sensitive little organ. Blinding pleasure rocked her body, and Rona helplessly groaned. Her cunt churned with arousal and spat out a thick steamy load of pussy cream right into his hand.

He grinned down at her. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said knowingly. "I felt you cream, Rona. I know you're getting hot for it."

"No, I'm not," she said, weeping with shame.

She knew how transparent her lie was. His palm was soaked with her horny juice, and he could see her flushed face and bright eyes. He knew she was aching for sexual release. Still her pride, her dignity, wouldn't allow her to admit it. She had to go on protesting. She was no whore.

Kurt rubbed her silky little slit-shaft faster and faster, melting her whole belly with pleasure. Cream flowed relentlessly from her long-famished vagina, soaking his hand. Rona fought it, tried to blank her mind and ignore the delicious feelings he was giving her, but it was no use. She wanted it, needed it, too much. She felt herself growing limp and dizzy, sinking down onto the floor.

"Yes, that's it," said Kurt, "lie down, relax ... Let me get you hot ... Let me play with your pussy ... "

His words were scandalous, and it was a dirty, terrible thing he was doing to her, tweaking and rubbing her naked clit, yet Rona couldn't bring herself to stop him. For the first time in twenty years a man was making love to her, stimulating her starved body, and she was thirsting for more. She was terribly ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help it.

Kurt began easing down her panties. He gawked hungrily at the fine dilky brown pubic hairs that sprang into view, and he was delighted when he got her panties down over her buttocks and saw that she had a very small dainty triangular mons-muff.

She was a beautiful woman, even though she tried to hide it with her mannish clothes, prim hair-do, and aloof manner.

"NOOOOO," she said, moaning and writhing. It was a feeble protest, for she didn't stop him when he pulled her soaked panties off over her feet and tossed them aside. She didn't stop him when he pushed her shapely legs wide open and exposed her naked wet pussy.

She was even beautiful there between her legs. Her slit was narrow and dainty, the flesh a healthy blushing pink. A fine light circle of brown hairs surrounded the moist naked flesh, and in the very center he saw the tiny dark mouth of her cunt.

"You haven't fucked much, have you, Rona?" he said. "You cunt is so small. How many men have you had?"

"It's none of your damned business, you rapist," Rona said indignantly. She was too ashamed to admit that in thirty-eight years she'd had only one lover, and that that had been a long time ago.

Kurt only laughed. "Well, I'll stretch that little hole for you," he said eagerly. "I've got just the right thing for the job. Look, Rona. Look at this. Does this turn you on?"

She looked, and he quickly unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. Rona blushed deeply, but she couldn't help staring at it. It was only the second cock she'd ever seen in her whole life. Right away she noticed that Kurt Mills' prick was much bigger than Professor Wiggins'. In fact it was gigantic. It was in full straining erection, and she guessed it to be a good eight inches long. It was also enormously thick. It sprang from a black and silver pubic bush, and below that hung his big swollen balls, a dull red beneath their black fur.

It was strange, but Kurt's cock and balls didn't repel her the way the professor's had. In fact she felt her mouth filling with saliva as she observed the monster prick, felt her pussy growing red-hot as she thought of taking that huge tool into her body. Oh, God, she wanted it so badly ... but she was a decent woman, and she wouldn't dream of asking for it.

Kurt studied her expression and understood it very well. She wanted him, but she was a repressed woman, a slave of morality and modesty. She couldn't admit her own desires. He ached to conquer her, to destroy that cool mask of hers. He moved over to her, started to mount her.

"Oh, NO," said Rona, "no, I don't want to...."

Kurt paid no attention. He crawled onto her, pinning her down with his superior weight, and while the helpless spinster sobbed and sought vainly to roll out from under him, he jabbed around urgently with his hard erect prick. Her pussy was steamy hot wherever he touched it with his bloated glans. At last he managed to wedge his fat drooling cockhead into the small recessed mouth of her cunt. He pushed hard.

"OOOOOO," Rona wailed. "AHHHHH, GODDDD, UHHHHHHH!!!"

For the first time in twenty years she felt a prick gliding into her body. Her mother's stern voice came to her: "Don't let a man touch you ... They're all animals...." The voice was quickly drowned by the fierce pleasure that rocked her body. Kurt's enormous thick cock fully stuffed her narrow seldom-used vagina and pushed all the way to her womb. It felt fantastically good to have that long hard prick in her famished cunt. She simply couldn't help herself. She moaned loudly, hoarsely, and let her thighs fall open to him. Her excited cunt creamed heavily around his impaling prick, making his way slick and easy. She felt his coarse pubic bush tangling with her soft mons fur, his huge fat balls gliding to rest against her quivering butt. He was all the way into her, and she loved it.

"Christ ... TIGHT!" Kurt gasped. "Baby, you're tight ... This is fantastic ... UM, UM, UM, YE AHHHHH!!"

He began to ball her in long slow deep strokes, as if he wanted to spin out the pleasure of fucking her exceptionally narrow snug cunt. Her wet velvety vaginal walls gripped his meat deliciously, and she was scalding hot in there. He moaned softly as he moved in and out of her, it felt so good. It was amazing that a woman of her age could have such a girlish vagina.

Rona lay limp beneath him, half in shock. Although she'd dreamed and hungered for this moment for many lonely years, she still felt guilty. Thanks to her parents' incessant preaching that sex is dirty, she felt she was doing something terribly wrong. It was wrong to fuck a man she wasn't married to, wrong to enjoy it. Yet at the same time it felt so damned good....

"Come on, Rona, don't resist me," Kurt said breathlessly. "Relax, enjoy it ... You know you want it."

Rona sobbed in shame. Yes, dammit, she wanted it, but she was a decent woman. She'd slipped up only once before, with the professor, and she still felt terrible guilt over that. Kurt's slow-sawing prick was driving her into a frenzy of bliss, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. She believed that only a slut, a bad woman, would admit her enjoyment of sex.

Kurt was beginning to feel frustrated. He wanted her total surrender. He could feel her feverishly hot vagina gripping him hungrily, her cunt-cream pouring out helplessly to drench his deep-digging cock. He heard her soft moans, felt her hips moving homily in time to his strokes. Yet her face was prim and expressionless. She was dying for his cock, but she refused to show it. He had to do something about that.

"All right, teacher," he growled, "I'll give it to you faster. You can't hold out forever."

He raised himself a little and began to ball her in swift hard jabs, his big stiff balls flapping loudly against her soft round ass. His hard cock-shaft rubbed back and forth over her tender clit, sending blinding waves of pleasure through her belly. That quick hard balling was going to be her downfall, she knew, unless she could resist it.

Rona clenched her teeth and tried not to think of how good it felt, how much she craved that rigid hot prick of his, but it was no use. It just felt too damned good. Her cream began to flood again, and his hard-driving cock screwed it right out of her to splatter on his belly. He sawed again and again on her sensitive greedy clit, and she felt herself losing all conscience, all morality. All she wanted was to cum, and to hell with everything else.

"Yeah, yeah, baby, dig it," Kurt panted, rhythmically throwing his cock in and out of her grasping slick pussy.

He could see the change coming over her handsome face. Her big brown eyes began to roll crazily, and her pretty pink tongue flashed out to lick her lips. Her teeth glinted whitely as she panted. She was losing control. Her tight nipping cunt was practically squeezing his dick flat, and her hips were flying in time to his fast fucking. He felt almost drowned in her flooding thick cream. Damn it, a woman simply couldn't get hotter than this, but she still refused to express her pleasure.

Kurt moved even faster, harder, in her boiling cunt, giving it everything he had. Suddenly Rona broke. Her prim spinster's face became a grinning mask of lust, and her voice went hoarse with pleasure.

"Ooooo, God," she whined, "yes, yes yessss ... Do it to me ... I want it ... OOOOO, it feels so GOOD!! FUCK ME!!!"

Kurt joyfully complied, and in another few seconds the gorgeous spinster was cumming like carzy, throwing her long legs high in the air, screeching her joy...."SHIT, FUCK UH, UH, I'M CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGG!!!"