Chapter 3
Rona lay panting and half faint on the floor, aware of Kurt's abundant cum steaming in her cunt and his big prick slowly going limp and soft inside her. She gave a little sigh of regret as the flaccid organ finally slipped out of her.. Her cunt felt pleasantly numb, and she knew she'd been well fucked. Now that her need was satisfied, however, she felt the voice of her conscience returning, and terrible guilt flooded over her. What kind of slut was she? She'd known this man only a few hours, and already she'd let him fuck her.
"Oh, man," said Kurt, sighing deeply as he rolled off her, "that was WORK, lady! I thought I'd never get you hot. But it was worth it. You are some sweet piece."
Rona blushed hotly. God, what he must think of her ... She remembered her hoarse voice begging him to fuck her, and she blushed in shame. She was his children's teacher, but she'd behaved like a common whore.
"Just let me rest a second," said Kurt, "then we'll do it again. I can't get enough of that tight little cunt of yours."
He reached out to fondle her big naked breasts, but Rona slapped his hand away and leaped to her feet. Kurt gawked at her. She was beautiful-her thick brown hair swinging, her great pointed tits wobbling heavily-but she was angry. Her big dark eyes flashed at him.
"You-you rapist," she said, sputtering in indignation. "How dare you treat me like a prostitute? We are NOT going to do it again. I want you out of my house right now, and I never want to see you again."
Kurt laughed. "Who are you kidding, baby?" he said. "You loved it. You wanted it. You begged me for it. That's no rape."
Rona blushed furiously, but she did not relent. "Get out," she said icily. "Get out and don't come back."
Kurt shrugged and got up and started to dress. "Whatever you want," he said. "I feel sorry for you, though, lady. You need somebody like me, if you weren't too fuckin' proud to admit it. You ought to get over your silly hangups about sex and just enjoy life for a change."
Rona said nothing. When Kurt Mills had left, she threw herself into bed and sobbed half the night. She was thoroughly ashamed of her behavior, but even worse, she was horny for him again. Would she never conquer her awful lust?
At school the next day she noticed that the Mills twins, Jon and Joy, were on their best behavior. They paid close attention to her and didn't giggle even once. Thank God for that much. Their father must have had a talk with them. At the very thought of Kurt Mills, her whole body turned red with shame-and with lust. Well, she might as well forget about him. She'd ordered him out of her life, and he was un-likely to return for a prim old spinster like her.
As she started walking home from school, she was astonished to see Kurt Mills pull up beside her in his gleaming dark blue sports car. Rona blushed deeply but held up her head haughtily. Kurt rolled down the window and spoke to her.
"Miss Carter," he said meekly, "I want to apologize for last night. Please, can't we be friends?"
"I don't think that's possible, Mr. Mills," she said icily. "But I'm willing to forget what happened, if you are."
"Whatever you want," he said. "But please, Miss Carter, don't go away angry. Come over to my house for a drink. I'd like us to be friends. We'll only talk, I promise."
Rona looked at him suspiciously. He seemed quite earnest, and, damn it, he was so attractive. Right there on the street in front of the school she felt the crotch of her panties going moist and hot. She'd been achingly horny all day, but the sight of rugged Kurt Mills made her nearly wild with need. She vividly recalled his erect penis, its fantastic length and girth ... and then she forced her mind off the subject. She would NOT behave like a whore again. She could be civilized, however. It might be wise to be polite to him, since he could make those bratty twins behave in her class.
"Very well, Mr. Mills," she said coldly. "Just one drink, and nothing but talk. Then I'll have to be getting home."
He flashed her that devastating grin of his, but Rona only frowned. They drove to his luxurious ranch house in the suburbs, and Kurt showed her into the huge two-story living room with its massive fireplace. He mixed her an excellent but very strong martini.
"Cheers," he said, raising his own glass. "I really do hope we can be friends, Miss Carter."
"Humpf," said Rona haughtily.
She could hardly sit still, she wanted him so badly, but wild horses couldn't have forced the admission out of her. She sat stiff and prim, looked coldly at him, but the crotch of her panties was wet with her horny juice, and her pussy was aching and hot with need. She was tom between the demands of her stern puritan conscience and the nagging urgent lust of her pussy.
Kurt observed her carefully, wondering when to make his move. Last night he'd been fed up with her and ready to drop her, but he'd been drawn to her again after a day of recalling their stormy fucking. He could have had almost any woman in town, but he wanted Rona just because her frosty prim manner excited him, just because she was such a challenge. He had resolved to pursue this cold spinster until he conquered her completely, until he reduced her to total submission.
As soon as she finished her drink, he mixed her another over her protests. He could see she was getting drunk. She finished the second martini and got unsteadily to her feet.
"I have to go now," she said. "Please drive me home."
"Of course," said Kurt.
He started walking to the door with her, and he deftly stuck out his toe and tripped her. Rona screeched and went sprawling face down on the thick soft carpet. To Kurt's delight, her prim tweed skirt flew right up over her butt. He ogled the delicious quivering rounds of her buttocks encased in tight white cotton panties. Before Rona could recover, he was on the floor beside her, caressing her hungrily. He clapped his hands over her trembling warm ass and held the sweet hot rounds in his palms, squeezing them lustily.
Rona gawked at him, her face red with mortification. He squeezed her butt harder, and he thought she was going to faint from shock. He grinned lewdly at her.
"You-you said we'd only talk," she said at last. "You PROMISED!"
"I lied," said Kurt shamelessly.
"What a drag," said Jon. "What a fuckin' drag."
"You're telling me," said Joy, sighing deeply. The Mills twins were walking home from school, peevishly kicking stones and discarded bottles and cans to release their pent-up energy. Their father had ordered them to behave in Miss Carter's class from now on, and it was a terrible strain on the mischievous twins.
"I don't think I can take it," Jon said. "I was bored shitless today."
"Me, too," said Joy. "We gotta think of something. You know what I'd really like to do? Put a whoopee cushion on her chair."
The twins sniggered and poked each other. It wasn't that they disliked Miss Carter in particular. They tormented all their teachers. It was just that they hated school, and they loved mischief.
"But Pop wouldn't approve," Jon said wistfully.
"No, I guess not," said Joy. "Wow, what a bummer."
The twins walked side by side. Jon was a few inches taller than his sister, and he was an attractive hard-muscled boy though still rather slim. Joy, at thirteen, was just developing a feminine softness to her little body, sprouting tiny lemon-size tits that pointed saucily under her tight shirt. Daddy had been after her to wear a bra, but she refused-or, rather, she took it off in the girls' lavatory as soon as she got to school. Daddy had ordered her and Jon to behave, Miss Carter wanted them to behave-why did adults have to be so impossible?
Jon and Joy got home and went in the back door, as was their custom. That way they got to the kitchen, and the snacks, quicker. Joy was just opening the refrigerator, when they heard a strange noise coming from the living room. It sounded like people wrestling, and there was loud panting.
"No, no, let me go." The voice was female, coming from the living room, and it sounded familiar.
Joy and Jon exchanged glances. They were twins and had always played together, so they understood each other without speaking. They crept silently to the kitchen door, opened it just a crack, and peered out. To their surprise and delight, they saw their father chasing a dishevelled Miss Carter around the room.
Jon whispered to his sister. "Wait till they're not looking, then we can sneak in there for a better view," he said.
Joy nodded eagerly. Soon Daddy chased Miss Carter into a corner, and the twins zipped out of the kitchen, fell to their hands and knees, and quickly crawled into the living room and hid behind the sofa. Peering out on either side, they could see the whole room.
Daddy had Miss Carter trapped in a corner. She was panting and blushing. Her hair had come loose from its ugly prim bun and was cascading around her shoulders. Her blouse was torn open in front, revealing her enormous swelling tits in the tight confinement of her white cotton bra. She had lost one shoe, which made it hard for her to run, but she still looked ready to fight.
"Let me go," she said icily. "I'm warning you, Mr. Mills, you could get into a lot of trouble for this. I intend to go to the police and charge you with rape-"
"Oh, knock off the bullshit," Kurt said, grinning at her. "Let's not waste time. Let's just take off our clothes and ball, baby."
Joy and Jon clapped their hands to their mouths to keep from giggling. They were delighted to hear Daddy using dirty talk to prim Miss Carter. What if he reallv balled her? That would be a far-out thine to watch.
"How dare you?" Miss Carter said angrily. "You keep away from me, you pervert. Don't touch me-"
Kurt chuckled and suddenly grabbed her, dragging her to the center of the room while Joy and Jon watched almost pop-eyed. Miss Carter screamed and struggled, but Daddy was too strong for her. He forced her down onto the floor and began ripping off her clothes.
"What if your children come home?" she said desperately. "What about the twins?"
"They have band practice this afternoon," said Kurt. "They won't be home for an hour."
Jon and Joy exchanged grins. Daddy always forgot what day they had band practice. They watched with delight as their powerful father stripped their home room teacher stark naked. It was really a hit to see Miss Carter without her clothes on. They enjoyed watching her outrage and humiliation, but they also got an education. Neither of the twins had seen a naked woman before.
"Jeez," said Jon in a low voice, "look at the size of her tits. They're as big as my head."
Joy ruefully felt her own tiny tits. She prayed that someday they'd get as big as Miss Carter's. "Aw, she's just a big cow," she said enviously.
"I don't think so," Jon said. "I think she's beautiful."
Next Daddy managed to strip the panties off the struggling teacher, and the twins gawked at their first sight of mature pussy. Miss Carter had a luxuriant brown bush at the base of her belly, and between her legs was more fine dark hair surrounding wet pink flesh. Daddy was gawking, too, and he grinned lustily when he saw her naked snatch.
"Wow," said Joy, "do you think hell really fuck her?"
"I sure hope so," said Jon. "I wanta see what it's like."
The twins had had sex education at school, but as in all their other classes, they'd paid little attention. They were dying to know all about sex. Jon found that since he'd turned thirteen, his cock kept springing into erection all the time, even at school, and he had to jerk off several times a day. Joy found that when she thought about boys, her little virgin pussy grew strangely hot and moist. The twins sensed that they were ready to learn about sex, but Daddy considered them far too young. He kept putting off their questions, and he said they couldn't even date till they were fifteen.
"Oh, God, please," said Miss Carter, "don't do this to me."
"Nonsense," said Kurt, laughing. "You'll love it."
While the delighted twins watched from their hiding place, Daddy pushed Miss Carter onto her back and forced her long legs wide open. She tried to get up again, but he held her legs and it was impossible for her to rise. Her face was beet red as Daddy held her legs wide apart and gawked greedily at her naked red pussy.
The twins gawked, too. It sure looked weird between her legs. There was that circle of dark hair, then big fleshy lips, and finally a slick expanse of dark pink tissue. At the very center of her body was a little hole. The twins would have liked to look longer, but all of a sudden Daddy thrust his head right between Miss Carter's legs. The red-faced teacher gasped.
"Oh, good heavens, NO!" she said. "You mustn't do that. It's wicked, dirty-OHHHHH!!!"
Rona almost fainted with pleasure as Kurt began to lick her pussy. Professor Wiggins had never given head to her, so this was her first experience with having her pussy eaten. Kurt's rough expert tongue flicked back and forth on the tiny sensitive nub of her clit, and fierce joy melted her loins. She'd never felt anything so delicious in her whole life. She groaned hoarsely and fell back limp on the rug, unable to resist the fantastic sensations he was giving her with his experienced tongue. He flicked and lapped and sucked her little hot joy-button till she had to clench her teeth from screaming her pleasure.
Kurt felt her steamy pussyjuice squirting right into his face, so he didn't have to ask whether she liked having her clit licked. In spite of her prim puritanical manner, she obviously had deep sexual needs. He fastened his lips firmly around her twitching little clit and sucked it hard and noisily. She tasted good to him, fragrant and salty. Her helpless cunt contracted violently and sent out another flood of juice to soak his chin. It wouldn't be long before she was carried away with lust, eager for his cock....
The twins watched bug-eyed from their spying place. "What's he doing to her?" Joy asked.
"I dunno," said Jon. "Licking her, I think. But that's not fucking, is it?"
"No, silly," said Joy, who didn't know any more about sex than he did. "Fucking is when a guy puts his cock into a girl's cunt." She enjoyed using the naughty words she'd heard from the older girls at school.
"Where's her cunt?" said Jon.
"I don't know," said Joy, reluctantly admitting her ignorance. "But let's shut up and watch. Maybe he'll fuck her."
Jon snickered. "I bet ol' Carter won't be too pleased about that."
Rona was struggling not to shriek with the intense pleasure that radiated from her aroused clitoris. Kurt was licking and sucking the horny little bud into stiff erection, making her wild with lust. At last he slid his mouth off the aroused, throbbing button and into the slick pink folds of her pussylips. Again she moaned helplessly. God help her, she loved the wicked thing he was doing to her, arousing her whole pussy with his wet rough tongue. She felt his thick tongue snaking into her hotly-creaming vaginal mouth, and she lustily arched her pelvis upward to take the long drooling organ into her body.
Kurt licked noisily inside her boiling cunt, lapping up her juice as fast as it streamed onto his taste buds. He felt her velvety vaginal walls gripping his tongue hungrily as if trying to pull it deeper into her. She was ready, more than ready, to take his cock.
He jerked his head out of her steamy flooded crotch, leaving her sighing and panting and red-faced on the floor. Her legs remained wide open, and he could see the thick cream streaming helplessly from her aroused cunt. Her big brown eyes were glazed with lust-and with shame. Poor bitch, she obviously thought that sex was "dirty". She was ashamed of her own natural needs. He intended to break through that barrier of modesty, to teach her to enjoy her own body, but it was going to take a long time. She was a very repressed woman. No doubt she'd been told as a little girl that sex is nasty, and she couldn't change overnight.
Kurt quickly shucked off his clothes, and Rona saw him naked for the first time. The night before, at her house, he'd only lowered his pants, but now she saw his broad naked shoulders, the thick hairy mat of his chest, the belly hair that twined down into his coarse pubic bush. His body excited her tremendously. She stared helplessly at his huge heavy erect penis and his swollen stiff nut-sacs.
Kurt grabbed her hand and placed it right on the rigid hot shaft of his prick.
"NO," said Rona, "don't make me touch it."
She flinched as if she'd been burned. She'd never touched a cock before, and it seemed a wicked thing to do. Kurt laughed and began to move her hand slowly up and down his thick hard cock-shaft. It felt nice to her, slick and silky and warm. He moved her hand into the taut bristly-haired surface of his big swollen testicles, and she enjoyed that, too. Secretly she wanted to touch him more, to explore him, but she was too ashamed to do it.
Kurt finally let go of her hand and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. She heard him panting as he knelt behind her and seized her hips to steady himself.
"NOOOO," she said, trying to crawl away from him. "PLEEAASSEE, NOOOO!"
He gripped her wide hips tighter, and she found that she couldn't crawl away. She screamed in alarm as she felt the hard hot head of his cock poking in her tender pussy, seeking out her cunt. He was going to fuck her from behind, like dogs do it ... Rona felt terrible shame, but at the same time her starved cunt cried out for penetration. Still seeking to salvage her pride, she wiggled her ass violently, spoiling his aim.
"Hold still, damn it," he said. "Let me get in...."
The twins were watching, almost breathless with excitement. They'd had their first glimpse of pussy today, and also their first sight of Daddy's cock. It had to be the biggest prick in the whole world, they were sure of that. Now, with any luck, they'd see what fucking was like. Silently they cheered their father on as he tried to penetrate the wriggling sobbing spinster. They didn't care if Miss Carter didn't want to get fucked. She was a mean old bitch, and she deserved it.
"Come on, Dad," Jon said urgently.
"GET HER!" said Joy.
Kurt, grunting and panting with lust and impatience, thrust his huge stiff dong forward and made a lucky hit. The great bloated red head of his cock lodged with a wet pop in the recessed mouth of Rona's little cunt.
"Oh, no, NOOOO," she wailed.
"Oh, Yes, YESSS, FUCK, FUCK, YEAAAHHH!!!" Kurt panted.
He began to push his thick pale meat into her little hair-fringed twat, and the twins strained forward to watch....