Teacher's Horny Itch (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Teacher's Horny Itch

CHAPTER ONEIt was like always...His hands on her and his body against hers, both naked. It was painfully exciting. Ellen felt her body dampen with sweat as her cunt dampened with juices. Her breathing was quick and ragged and shallow and the stroking of his hands over her belly and her tits and then down to her cunt was enough to make her moan and whimper under the incessant pounding of the pleasure and the need that built up inside her body. She felt as though her brain were afire and would soon melt her skull. It was potent and awesome and frightening in its intensity. And it was wonderful.She wrapped her arms about his neck and held him, clasping their bodies together as though she could soak warmth and pleasure from him through his skin, draw it out of his pores and into hers.Leo's beard was scratchy against her cheek and his chest was just as bristly against her tits. Ellen gloried in the feeling of his hairy body against hers, relished the feel of his weight as it bore partly upon her."Hhhhhhhh... aaaahhhh... " She sighed and moaned softly, feeling the welcome intimacy of his hands moving over her body, down her belly toward her cunt. She spread her legs to accept the intrusion that would soon come. His hand stopped at the border of her cunt hair and he waited for a while, playing with the wisps of hair and pausing to stroke her to a greater excitement before continuing toward his ultimate target. Then his hand moved down farther, over the hump of her cunt, which it cupped for a moment, the palm covering it lightly, squeezing slightly and in a steady rhythm, bringing her to a greater pitch of excitement and wringing fresh moans and cries from her.Her mouth fell open, slack with the weakness of desire and he covered it with his own, his tongue slipping inside to play with hers. Ellen's arms tightened about his neck once more, pulling him into her with urgency, intensifying the kiss they shared and flattening her tits with the pressure of his chest against them.His hand moved down a little more and she felt his fingertips lightly touch the wet lips of her cunt. Her legs stirred reflexively at this touch, responding to the stimulation without any conscious effort on her part. She moaned again and he kept his hand still except for a light, pulsating pressure by his fingertips against the sensitive lips of her cunt."Uuuhhhh... " she sighed. "Oh, honey... " Her voice was soft and breathy, barely audible even to him, with his ear next to her face.His hand moved down once more, slipping his fingers between her legs and moving into a firmer contact with her cunt. He slipped one fingertip barely into the slit, just sliding it between her lips and stroking her there lightly but insistently. Ellen moaned again, more loudly than before. Her hips thrust upward as her body tried to force his finger more deeply into her cunt. But he let his hand move with her and the finger neither gained nor lost depth from her thrust."Honey... " she pleaded almost soundlessly and he chuckled and continued to move his finger lightly, keeping it barely inside her and slipping it along the length of her slit. Ellen felt a stab of pleasure and she tightened her grip on his neck, held to him as though to a lifeline.As though he were giving her a reward for her tightened embrace, his finger slid in more deeply, entering her cunt right up to the first knuckle and she gasped and shivered with the sensation that accompanied the darting, stroking invasion. Her legs widened ever farther and she thrust her hips up against him, trying to drive the welcome intruder even more deeply into the depths of her cunt. This time he let her succeed and his finger entered her snatch as far as it could go, bringing part of another finger with it, just partly in, but enough to tighten her cunt around the stiff, fleshy invaders that were bringing her to such a pitch of excitement.Her cunt was sopping wet by this time and she was in a fever of need and pulsing, flowing pleasure.Leo thrust the second finger more deeply into her, thrust it in in one movement and left her gasping with joy. Her body was wringing wet with sweat and her muscles were taut all over her body. She felt the nipples of her tits thrusting against his chest in the excitement that filled her. She accepted another kiss from him, then clamped her teeth on his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his skin. His body was as sweaty as hers and she could feel the prodding of his stiffened cock against her hip. She wished he would put that cock where it would do them both some good, but she knew he would do that in his own good time. They had fucked before and she knew that his technique was good and that he knew how to heat up the stove before putting in the meat, as he liked to phrase it.His fingers were fucking her now, moving back and forth, in and out, in a steadily accelerating rhythm. Ellen's body moved with the rhythm as though he were really fucking her. She was caught up in it, turned on by that rapid motion of his fingers through her cunt. Her legs came together in a reflex action, embracing his hand and holding it in place. He continued to move his fingers in and out, in and out, in a rapid thrust and pull and the closing of her legs increased the friction and made her cry out with a renewed pleasure that seemed to shake her like a giant hand.At the first sign that he meant to mount her, the first motion of his body to cover hers, she opened her thighs again and made a couch of her pelvis, ready to accept him. He grunted and lifted himself to rise over her, then placed himself between her thighs and inserted his cock into her hot, wet cunt.Ellen cried out at the invasion of his swollen, pulsing cock. He grunted again, this time with pleasure and his body settled onto hers, pushing her into the softness of the mattress. Her legs were spread wide and her knees were drawn up slightly, so that her thighs embraced him, caressed him lightly; then he began to fuck her.His body began to move up and down in long, slow, even strokes and she gasped and cried out in pleasure again and again as the pleasure mounted in her, rising like the mercury on a hot day, filling her and running over in the form of cries and the flooding juices of her cunt, which lubricated his prick and seemed to excite him by its very presence and the copiousness with which it flowed."Uh!" he grunted and slowed the cadence of his strokes a little, bringing it down to a crawl in order to conserve himself and keep from coming too soon. His cock moved through her in long, slow movements and she gasped with the frustration of withheld pleasure. Her body caught the rhythm, slow as it was and she matched it, fighting to keep from pushing beyond it. Leo finally got control of himself enough so that he could afford more movement and his prick slipped through her faster. She cried out in sudden joy and her body accelerated with his. The cock filled her, stretched her, drove her to a height of pleasure that hit orgasmic intensity, then dropped off. She raised her legs and wrapped them about him, as she knew he liked her to do and hugged him with her thighs, pulling the cock more deeply into her, as though she could swallow it and all of him with her cunt and thus bring the pleasure to the height she had always sought.His body continued to pump and work and his cock slid through her cunt in rapid strokes for some time before he slacked off again,' slowing down to a crawl, once more conserving himself and keeping from going off too soon.Ellen felt helpless before the onslaught of pleasure that ran through her body, rising and dropping and then increasing again as he manipulated her emotions and sensations with the speed and intensity of the strokes of his prick through her cunt. She gasped and cried out, choking on her own sounds, her body responding with surges of thrusting against his body as he rammed the hard cock into her and falling back into the mattress as he pulled back. She tightened the embrace of her thighs about his waist and dug her nails into his back and shoulders as the sensations grew too intense to bear.Then it hit the peak and she cried out in a muffled scream against his shoulder, her voice lost against his body. He grunted, his voice loud against her ear and then his cum spewed into her, hot and plentiful, the copious load of juice flooding her cunt and flowing into her womb. She cried out again as her orgasm repeated itself, only slightly muted in comparison to the big surge that had just passed; then it was over.She lay for a while, her thighs slipping off his body, her own body going limp with exhaustion and she heaved air into her lungs in great sucking inhalations. He finally pulled off her, his cock withdrawing limply from her cunt and he lay on his back for a long while without saying anything.Ellen came up on one elbow and reached into the drawer of her bedside table. She took out a pack of cigarettes and lit two of them, handing one to Leo. He took it without a word, but with a thank-you smile and drew a lungful of smoke. Ellen snuggled up against him, enjoying the contact of their bodies, now that their lust was all spent.Or almost all..."We're always good together, aren't we?" he asked softly and leaning over her, kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled back at him, agreeing without speaking, because she was afraid she knew what was coming and she hoped he'd have the sense not to go into it this time. Just once, she'd like to spend a night with Leo and not get into that subject. But, of course, she knew he wouldn't leave it alone."It could be like this all the time," he said gently, but with an edge of meaning in his voice. "Just the two of us, in our own bedroom. If you'd agree to make it legal.""Not tonight, Leo, please," she said. "You know we've been all through that so many times and it just ends up causing an argument. And I don't need that.""All you have to do to fend it off is to say yes.""Leo, please!" She sat up suddenly, drawing slightly away from him. Suddenly the bed seemed slightly uncomfortable, the sheets clammy with sweat. "I've told you before, if you want, to continue the way we have been, that's fine. You know I enjoy our affair. I'm fond of you and you're good in bed. But if you're looking for something more than that, with the mortgage and the joint tax returns, then you'll have to look somewhere else.""You know, I just can't accept that," he said, blowing out a lungful of air. "I know you're more than just fond of me. I can feel it.""God, the depth and breadth of the male ego.""It's not that at all. I've never been conceited where women were concerned. Some women like me and some can't stand me. I know that. But I also know that you love me as much as I love you. Or almost as much," he amended, smiling. "So until you can give me a better reason than you have in the past for not wanting to marry me, I'm going to keep on asking you.""I wish you wouldn't. I mean that, Leo. Sooner or later it's going to spoil things between us. It has to."He laughed wryly, shaking his head. "You're really a screwy broad," he said. "I've never met a woman before who didn't like to be proposed to.""Look, Leo," she said in an elaborately patient voice, "I'm going to go through this rosary just this once more and I hope you learn this time: I'm not going to marry you or anyone else. I don't want to get married Not ever. I have my reasons for feeling that way. I can't explain them to you, because no one but me would understand them.""Why don't you try me?" he asked with an edge of annoyance in his voice.She ignored the demand. "For whatever reasons I choose, I have no intention of marrying you or anyone else. Not now. Not ever. If I did, perhaps you would be the man I'd choose. I'm very fond of you. In my own way, which isn't the way of most women, I guess I love you. At any rate, you mean a good deal to me, if that helps make you feel any better. But you don't mean enough to me to make me change my mind about marriage. Nothing could make me do that. I just don't want to get married, ever. Now I'm sorry if you have trouble accepting that, darling, but you're going to have to manage it one way or another.""You know," he said, his voice tightly controlled, "I think you owe me an explanation, Ellen.""Do you? Well, I'm sorry, but I disagree. I can't owe you anything, because I told you before we got heavy with each other that I couldn't let you think there was any chance of our every marrying. As I recall, you found it amusing at the time.""Sure. Because at the time you were just a girl I happened to like. I had the hots for you, because you were young and pretty, beautiful in fact and any man with blood in his veins would've wanted to ball you. So when you said that about no possibility of marriage, it struck me a little funny. Who the hell was thinking along those lines anyway? But now things are different, goddamn it. I'm in love with you and I want you for my wife. And I think that the least you can give me is your reason for refusing me.""Well, I'm sorry," Ellen sighed. "But you're not going to get any reason except the reason you already have." Tears suddenly flooded her eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. She wiped them away with a scrub of her hand. "Jesus! Why can't you just accept it? Why do you have to make things hard?""If you mean why do I have to make it hard for you to refuse my proposal, I intend to make it more than hard. I intend to make it impossible." He lay there looking at her for a while; then he moved toward her. She felt his hands on her arms. He pulled her against him, plucked the cigarette from her fingers and leaned away from her for a moment. When he came back, he had disposed of both the cigarettes. He pulled her against him. She remained stiff and unyielding for a moment, then softened. "I'm sorry, honey," he said. "The last damned thing in the world I want to do is make you cry. I want to make you laugh. I want to make you smile and laugh all the time, for the rest of your life.""I know," she said, allowing herself to luxuriate in the warmth and sympathy he offered. She turned her body slightly, twisted her head around and kissed him. He took her in his arms and kissed her back, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth and moving it over hers.She felt stirrings of excitement. And she knew he was quite a man. She knew that from experience and she intended to make him forget his obsession with marriage, if only for a little while. He was enough man so that even though he had just fucked her once, he'd be able to get it up again if she offered him the proper stimulation.She broke off from their embrace and pressed him back on the bed. Then she bent down over his body and began to suck his cock. It was something she had done for him many times before, but it always seemed as though she were doing it for the first time. Because he always reacted as though the nicest girl in town had tried to rape him behind the altar of her father's church. She knew he loved it and she loved doing it for him.Brushing back her long blonde hair so that it wouldn't get in the way of what she was doing, or in the way of his view of her as she did it, she took his cock, still limp but growing slightly stiff at the touch of her hands and blew a puff of warm air onto it. That made it stiffen just a little more. Then she stuck out a wet, pink tongue and began to lick the tip of it softly.He was Old Faithful and he didn't fail her this time. His cock began to stir at this first gentle touch of her tongue. He even gave a little grunt of pleasure. Ellen felt his body tense up and she knew that she was going to succeed, at least for the present, in making him forget his arguments about .marriage. She pushed back his foreskin and moved her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, bringing him to a higher pitch of excitement. Her saliva glistened like silver along the slowly stiffening cock. As her head moved down the length of his prick, she continued, bringing her face down to his crotch and licking his balls. She gave them a good washing, working up a mouthful of spit as her tongue went dry. Then she kissed the wet sac and licked his crotch, tasting the salt of his sweat and feeling the bristly texture of his body hair against her tongue. As she drew her head away she felt a strand of that hair caught on her tongue and she pulled it away with her fingers. Then she began to lick his prick again, starting at the root this time and working up toward the tip of the cock.As she reached the tip for the third time running, having moved up and down the length of his cock three times, she took the head of it into her mouth, pressing her lips lightly about the circumference of the shaft just behind the ridge. She touched the tip of the cockhead with her tongue, moving it lightly back and forth, back and forth and she felt the cock stiffen at the stimulation her tongue provided."U-uh!" he grunted suddenly, his body stiffening and arching slightly so that his cock was pushed back more deeply into her mouth. She accepted it without recoiling, then let it slide away again as he sank back to the mattress. She pressed her tongue more firmly against the tip of the cock and massaged it with firm licking motions that had him twisting and grunting with pleasure.She had decided to let him go off in her mouth this time. Sometimes she did it that way and sometimes she would only get him hard by this method, then let him fuck her. But she knew that, while he had no definite preferences in the matter, he liked to come in her mouth sometimes and that it would be a nice treat for him this time. It would also help to make him feel more mellow and thus keep his mind off his obsession with marriage.She increased the pressure of her tongue against his cock and began to move it farther back toward the ridge. She grazed the ridge slightly with her teeth and that produced a sudden surge of tautness from his muscles. Then she slid her lips and teeth back along the shaft, making him grunt and cry out with joy and moved her tongue over the crown lightly, then with increased vigor and intensity. His muscles tightened again and he grunted and she saw his fist clenching and opening reflexively as she continued to lick the head, the most sensitive area of his cock.His cock was stiff enough now so that he could have gotten into her and fucked, if she had intended that. But she had made up her mind and she didn't change it, though she was tempted. She was still pretty hot herself and the feel of that stiffening and growing prick inside her mouth was turning her on all the more. Still, she had started this for his enjoyment and she would go through with it as planned.She sucked and licked and pulled with her mouth, moving her tongue and lips with educated ease. He grunted again and moved his hips in a tight little circle of reflexive motion and she knew that she had him near the point of coming.She maneuvered her head and her mouth, around to a position that allowed her to concentrate on the cockhead. As she had avoided it in the beginning, to make things last a little longer, now she concentrated on it, determined to make him come as soon as possible. And to make him enjoy it with maximum intensity.She licked and sucked some more and made little liquid noises with her mouth, working up fresh supplies of spit. She knew those liquid sounds turned Leo on and she wanted him turned on as heavily as possible this time."Uh! Oh, Jesus!" he cried out, his body stiffening again, that fist she had noticed before clenching until his knuckles turned white. She thought she heard his knuckles crack a little and she felt a thrill of joy at the way she was getting to him.She shifted the position of her body slightly and pulling her head back slightly to get a breath of air, she pulled her lips in over the edges of her teeth and closed her mouth over the head of Leo's prick once more. Then she began to move back and forth, rocking on her knees, using her lips and the pressure of her jaws and teeth, like a cunt, caressing his cockhead firmly and fully, dragging back and forth across it again and again, creating a friction that turned him into a mass of quivering protoplasm in just moments.She had known it wouldn't take long after she started that and it didn't. In moments his cock was straining with stiffness and was beginning to whip and flex in her mouth in that way that told her he was about to go off. And she recognized that indescribable but distinctive taste that told her he was about to come.And come he did, just moments later, his cock flinging a load of cum into her mouth that threatened to blow the back of her head off. She choked on it and coughed and hacked for a moment, but she managed to dive back in again right away. She took the cock deeply into her mouth and sucked hard, milking it for all it was worth. Another gob of cum shot into her throat and she swallowed it more deftly than the first one and then one more, just a little one, but it was good to wring it from him.He grunted and thrashed a little and swore in a tight, loud voice that seemed to echo from the walls of her bedroom. She swallowed that last gob of cum, then relaxed a moment. The rocking motion had tired her back and legs a bit and her mouth and tongue were a little sore, too.She only rested a moment, then began to lick the cum that had remained on his cock. She could taste the remains of the fluid and she licked it away lightly, softly, moving her tongue over the head and shaft of his prick with loving care. He lay there still for a long while as she ministered to his softening cock."You sure sire good at that," he said and she laughed softly."You mean I'm a natural-born cocksucker?" she asked with a lilt of laughter in her voice. He flushed a bit, because of course that was exactly what he had meant, if one didn't mind putting it in such an ugly manner. And also because she knew he didn't like her to talk that way. At least not when he wasn't at the height of passion. Then it excited him. But she was a lady to him and his girl and he didn't ordinarily like to hear her use such language. And she only did it occasionally to get his goat. She laughed and he relaxed and smiled, conceding her her little victory."Damn, you really know how to tire a man out," he mumbled."Then go to sleep, darling," she said softly. "There's no reason for you not to. You're safe in my bed and you can sleep until morning. Tomorrow is Saturday and there's no school.All day."As he drifted off, she lay beside him, stretching out and making herself comfortable. It felt good after the cramped kneeling position she had assumed for the purpose of sucking his cock. And it was good to lie beside him. He was a good man. She had always thought so. That was why she had selected him for her primary lover, four months ago when, fresh from college, with her teaching credential in her hand, she had come to work at Paul Revere High. She had looked over the unmarried teachers in the faculty lounge and had selected Leo not only because he seemed a little more attractive than most of them and certainly more stable and mature than the men in her own age group, but because she had sensed in him a kindness that had attracted her.She thought about what it would be like if she could marry him. It would be so good, she thought and felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought once more of the impossibility of it. There was no way, no way she could be his wife, or any other man's wife. That had been denied her from the first. Or from the time she was eighteen. Had that really been when it had begun? she wondered. Or had it started in her at some earlier time? Not that it mattered. That horrible thing that had happened eight years before, when she had been just eighteen, had been the thing that had triggered it all, the thing that had made her what she was. She tried to drag her mind away from it and go to sleep, but it was no use. As always, her mind insisted on returning to that night, so shortly after Mama's death. And she knew that, as always, the only way she would be able to make it go away would be by going through the whole thing from the beginning, reliving it all. Then she would be able to sleep.She had been alone in the house that night, except for her little brother Stevie. Daddy was coming home and Aunt Hortense had left them alone for a few hours. Then she had had her idea.A nice little joke to play on Daddy...CHAPTER TWOThat was all it was meant to be. Just a nice little joke on Daddy, something they would both laugh over. And maybe Daddy would let her get up and have a cup of coffee with him and they could talk. They had done so little talking. That was all. Just a nice little joke.He was coming back to town to report his sales and to attend a meeting of the salesmen and it would be the first time she had seen him since Mama's funeral, when he had been so dazed by everything that she had been afraid to talk to him.And so, being alone in the house, she had decided it would be a cute joke if she got into the double bed in the master bedroom and waited there until Daddy showed up.She had meant to stay awake until he got home, but the hours went by and she caught herself dozing off time and again and sometimes she wasn't sure whether she had been asleep for a few minutes or an hour. And finally she told herself that it was all right, that Daddy would wake her up when he came in. And so she let herself drift off to sleep...