Teacher's Horny Lessons - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne - ebook
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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Teacher's Horny Lessons

CHAPTER ONEMelanie slipped the white lab coat on over her dress, transforming herself from teacher to school nurse. Stepping back away from the small wall-mirror that hung above the sink, she adjusted her collar and tried to get a look at how her lab coat hung, but the mirror was much too small. Can't expect a school nurse's office to be equipped with a full-length mirror, she thought. Confident that the coat hung well on her, that it made her appear professional, she turned away from the mirror and began rummaging in a white metal cabinet across the room."Stethoscope," she said out loud, pulling the instrument out of the cabinet and hanging it around her neck. Then she found the other instruments she needed--flashlight and tweezers.In another cabinet, she found a small test tube and a plastic cap to fit it. She'd seal a few of the tiny creatures in the test tube and send them home to the boy's parents as evidence. They couldn't argue then with her diagnosis. They'd obediently apply the solution she'd send home with the boy, and that would be the end of it. Her first case, her first cure. The boy's parents would phone her and thank her, asking with embarrassment where she thought the boy had caught the little creatures."Oh, they're quite common," she'd reassure the parents, "and they can be caught in many ways other than sexual contact. For instance, junior could have caught them by borrowing one of his buddy's gym trunks. Don't press the boy. He might be quite innocent. However, if you do suspect something not quite right, should you think junior possibly a troubled boy, don't hesitate to send him back to me for counseling. I've been trained in psychology too, you know." They'd thank her again."Nonsense. That's what I'm here for." Melanie found the yellowish-green solution--a fresh, unopened bottle of it. She'd send the entire bottle home with the boy. That way she wouldn't have to type up a separate set of instructions for the parents. They could read the instructions on the bottle. Any unused solution, they could return to her.Let's see, what was left? Nothing that she could think of. There was fresh paper on the examining table. The overhead lamp was working. She might not even have to use the flashlight. The room looked like a perfectly ordered doctor's examining room--white and bright and spotless. For a moment, she debated whether to put on her nurse's cap. No, she thought, she looked more like a doctor without it. That would impress the boy more.She looked into the mirror, checking on her lipstick--a purplish-pink shade called Hot Blush. She'd purchased this shade simply because she liked it, not for its name. The name rather embarrassed her.Someone knocked on the door. Melanie's heart pounded. Her first patient! She'd waited years for this. She opened the door, welcoming her patient with a smile. After he'd stepped inside, she locked the door."Well, Leslie," she said, "thank you for coming on time. Have a seat."The boy sat in the chair next to her small desk. Melanie sat at the desk with the boy's chart in front of her. In the upper left-hand corner of the chart, she'd written his name.Melanie smiled. "Is the itching bothering you, darling?""What itching?""You don't have to pretend with me, darling. I'm here to help you. Don't think of me as one of your teachers now, darling. Think of me as a nurse--or, if you prefer, as a doctor.""You mean you're a doctor?""Well, not exactly. I have a degree in nursing.""Oh, you're just filling in for Miss Johnson today, then?""Not really. Miss Johnson has left Lincoln. I'll be supervising your study hall from now on. I also teach biology. I'll be teaching you in a few years. I'll also be coaching boys' cross-country and girls' gymnastics."The boy frowned, bunching up the freckles on his up-tilted nose and peering at her through long yellow hair half covering his eyes. "So what are you then--a nurse or a teacher?"Melanie laughed. "Both. And a coach as well.""And you're going to coach cross-country?" The boy looked astounded."And why not?" Melanie asked, understanding perfectly well why he'd asked the question: She was a woman.The boy flushed. "Just wondered." He paused, then asked in an accusing tone, "What do you know about running?""I finished sixth in the women's fifteen-hundred-meter run in the last Olympic tryouts," Melanie said. Then, realizing that the boy had somehow taken over the questioning, she said quickly--before the boy could throw her another question: "Now, how long have you had this itching?""What itching?" the boy repeated."Leslie, please don't be difficult. Why do you think I asked that you see me after school?""That's what I've been wondering.""I saw you repeatedly scratching yourself in study hall this afternoon. I'm a nurse--remember? I've been trained to spot trouble symptoms."The boy stared at her in the squint-eyed, suspicious manner that was beginning to get on her nerves. "Symptoms," he said at last, the tone of his voice implying that she was loony, that she had a lot of explaining to do.Although exasperated with the boy's stubbornness, Melanie tried to maintain the motherly tone she'd picked up from watching experienced nurses in the hospitals where she'd trained. "You've been scratching your privates quite a lot, darling. That's a symptom of---of--well, little critters infesting the hair down there."The boy turned purple. "Critters? Christ!" The purple began draining from his face. He began to go pale.Melanie hadn't been prepared for this. She grabbed his hand and slapped it gently. "Don't faint on me, Leslie. Oh, please don't faint on me. Take deep breaths. That's it. Deep breaths. The critters are nothing really. A lot of people have them and don't even know it. If you have them, we'll get rid of them for you."Color gradually returned to the boy's face. He straightened up out of his slump. He pulled his hands away from her."What do I have to do?" he asked."Well," Melanie said, glancing at the blank chart on the desk--his name and his age were all the medical history she'd managed. "Well, first I'll have to check you out. You'll have to--well--undress. ""Undress?" the boy tensed, like an alert rabbit.Melanie feared that at any moment he'd dash out of the room. She spoke quickly."I must check the hair around your privates, darling. Just forget that I'm a teacher. I am a nurse, you know. I'll turn my back while you undress, if you want me to.""Oh, all right," the boy said. "Turn around.""That's a good boy. Undress next to the examining table."Melanie bent over her desk and pretended to write, smiling at the sounds of struggle behind her. Sneakers clopped to the floor one at a time. Melanie smelled the sweaty, athletic-sock scent she'd always associated with boys. Her younger brother had always smelled the same way when he had taken off his shoes.When she was a young girl growing up, she used to hold her nose any time she had to go into her brother's bedroom. At the moment, however, she found the scent somewhat stimulating--probably because it brought back old memories of herself and her brother when they were young teens. Lord, here she was thinking about the old days already--twenty-three years old and already getting nostalgic. Perhaps it was only natural to begin reminiscing once she got out of school and finally got out into the real world. The real world--that's where she was now. Teacher, coach, nurse--that was her, for real, finally."Do I have to take off my shirt?" the boy asked."Yes, darling. We'll have to check your armpits. Once you're undressed, lie face-up on the examining table. Don't be embarrassed. Just -keep remembering that I'm not a teacher now, I'm not a woman now--I'm a nurse. Or, think of me as a doctor if you want to, if you think that will help.""Sure," the boy said. The paper sheet on the examining table sounded as if it were being wadded into a ball. "All right, I'm ready.""Just relax," Melanie said with a smile. She stood up and turned to look at her patient. She felt her jaw drop, the muscles of her face going slack. Her heart thudded, and she felt faint. For the second time in five minutes, she found n herself unprepared to face what confronted her."What's wrong?" the boy asked, then quickly added: "It ain't my fault. It happens. Ain't nothing I can do about it. You told me to take off my clothes. And then it happened. I can't do nothing about it.""It's all right," Melanie said weakly. She tried to laugh, but the sound that came out was more like a moan.It wasn't all right. It wasn't all right in the least. She had never seen anything like this outside of a diagram in a medical book. She had never seen the male organ in the flesh except on infants and little boys--and those had always been soft. This cock was enormous, and it looked petrified. And his prick was twitching, pointing straight up at the boy's face and beating against his belly. Oh, Lord! What to do?As if deciding to withdraw from the situation entirely, as if deciding to hide, leaving Melanie all alone to deal with this horrid situation, the boy clasped his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and began whistling to himself almost imperceptibly. You're the nurse, he seemed to say. It's your problem, not mine.It was her problem, and she hadn't any idea how to handle it! They'd never trained her in nursing school for situations like this. She stared at the boy, hypnotized by the throbbing of his stiff cock. The boy had his heels anchored in the stainless steel stirrups at the foot of the table, allowing him to spread his legs wide, like a woman undergoing a gynecological exam. His entire bottom was exposed. His balls moved slowly inside his wrinkled, brownish-pink sac."Well, are they in there?" the boy asked, startling Melanie from her semi-trance."What?" she mumbled."The critters. Are they in there?" His eyes remained closed."I haven't checked yet. Be patient, darling."Melanie fumbled with the light switch of the overhead lamp, at last getting it turned on. The white light washed over the boy, making his brownish skin appear translucent. Melanie could see muscle fibers quivering under the skin of his flat belly. She could see fat veins. She expected to see a mass exodus of the lice from his pubic hair, but from this distance--still standing upright as she was--she could see only the sparse sprigs of his blond pubic hair shimmering like silk. She leaned forward to get a closer look.The scent of the boy's crotch made her lightheaded. She had only smelled that scent once before--on a day long ago, when her brother had been wrestling with her and had sat on her face, wearing nothing but his underwear. At that time, the smell had nauseated her. At this moment, the smell made her tremble. An insistent ache began throbbing between her legs, and she had the shameful but nearly irresistible desire to press her face to the boy's groin. She inhaled deeply, feeling dizzier by the moment."I'm going to look into your hair now, darling," she said. Her voice was thin and high-pitched. "Just relax. This won't hurt a bit."She leaned very close, breathing on the boy's cock. His naked cock jerked, banging her in the nose. She jumped back, her nose tingling from the silky hot touch of the boy's cock. She thought she heard Leslie sigh."Relax, darling," she said. "I promise not to hurt you."The boy stretched like a cat, all the muscles quivering under his brown skin. He sighed again.Trying to ignore the boy's cock as best she could, she spread apart small bunches of his pubic hairs. Her fingers trembled. The boy's scent was overpowering, the feel of his hairs, electric. She saw nothing but pink skin under her probing fingertips. The boy's cock quivered like an arrow that had struck its target. Melanie couldn't bear this anymore; she had to touch the quivering hunk of prick."I'm going to check underneath your--your thing now," she muttered. "Just relax, darling, while I lift it."The boy squirmed, his prick tapping his belly as if sending a telegraph. Melanie used two fingers and a thumb to lift his prick. She gasped audibly. His big cock was harder than she had imagined. Vibrations coursed through it. His cockshaft was so stiff that she had to pull hard to bend it back. She checked his pubic hair quickly, feeling cock arteries flutter against her restraining fingers and thumb.She could find no lice. The boy's groin was as clean as that of a baby. His cock, however, was filled with lust. Melanie, though sexually innocent, had read enough novels and seen enough movies to know that. This was horrible. But what was more horrible was the shameful throb of desire in her cunt and the mad craving she had to take the boy's cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue ached for the touch of his prick. She longed to kiss the boy's cock--or to lick it--or even to suck on it.God help me, she prayed. Oh, Lord, what am I doing?She released Leslie's cock. His prick sprang from her hand and whacked hard against the boy's taut belly. She moved up to the boy's armpits, probing the sparse blond hairs with her fingertips. The hairs were more like fuzz than hair and free of any wildlife as far as she could see. The aroma of his armpits, however, caused her vision to blur. She inhaled again and again, unable to fill her head with enough of the masculine scent. Like sniffing airplane glue, she thought--fantastic, but deadly. Where would it lead her? She was already on the edge of losing control of herself!I love you, she wanted to tell the boy. I'm crazy about you. I've never felt this way about anyone. I want you. I want to kiss you, to hug you, to do things to you I'd never forgive myself for. Nor would you ever forgive me. It would be the end of me, the end of my life.She had to end this episode now--this instant. But it was too late. She buried her nose in the boy's armpit. The heat, the moistness, the scent--overcame her. She licked the boy's sweaty blond fuzz, tasting salt, tasting something musky. She began to suck, to kiss. The boy moaned."Oh, God!" he muttered. "Oh, man!" He'd taken his hands out from behind his head and had stretched his arms out, as if wanting to give Melanie all of himself.Melanie kissed her way up his arm. Grabbing his hand, she sucked on his fingers. Sliding back down, she spotted his brown nipples, small and. very erect. She covered his nipples one at a time with her mouth, sucking them gently, stimulating them with flicks of her tongue. She had never done these things before, but her actions now seemed as natural to her as breathing. She licked her way down his taut belly, probing the valleys between the boy's abdominal ridges with the tip of her tongue. The taste of him made her wish to devour him."Oh, Miss Roberts," the boy moaned. "Oh, Jesus!"The boy's stiff prick hammered his belly just inches from her nose. She could smell it, could sense its heat, could almost hear its vibrations. Her eyes crossed as she went down on it. Her lips fastened to the backside of his cockhead, giving his prick a sucking kiss. His cock quivered, gluing itself to her lips. The touch was electric. Tingles shot through her lips, flooded her cheeks. She jerked away, stunned.The boy grabbed his cock and began to pump it. His brown eyes glowed, his jaw set in a leer. A thick clear fluid, like tears, bubbled out of his cock and rolled down over his brown knuckles. Melanie leaned over again and tasted the jism. His cum was warm and sweet, slightly sticky, but also slippery--something like clear honey. She licked his fingers clean, savoring the boyish nectar.The golden down on the boy's brown legs caught her eye. She couldn't resist nibbling her way down his supple, muscular young legs. When she reached the boy's feet, the athletic-sock scent of his toes stimulated her. She wrapped her lips around his wriggling toes and sucked. The boy groaned, squirming all over the table, mangling the paper sheet under him. Melanie slithered her tongue between his toes, then licked the soles and insteps of both his muscular young feet. As she licked, the ache in her cunt grew more and more agonizing. Her clit throbbed like a thumb that had been hit with a hammer.The boy panted, moaning. The head of his cock popped in and out of his fist like a purple plum. Melanie wanted the boy's cock, hungered for it as she'd never hungered for anything in her life. She dove between the boy's legs, kissing his ass--that warm tender spot under his balls. The scent down there caused her heart to race, caused her head to become woozy. She licked the luscious flesh around the boy's tight nuts. He tasted like nothing else she'd ever known. He tasted like boy! Her mouth engulfed his nuts."Oh, boy!" Leslie muttered. "Oh, momma! Jesus!" His jerking hand made frenzied squishing sounds around his cock.Melanie could feel his nuts inflating. She sucked his throbbing nuts gently, bathing them with her tongue. They were wonderfully smooth, wonderfully firm. The ball-sac was warm and like satin against her tongue.The boy jerked his hips up and down, grunting and growling. Melanie sensed what was going to happen. Inexperienced as she was, she'd seen enough movies to realize what the accelerating moans and writhings of the boy meant. She forced his hands from his cock, caught the jerking pole of cockflesh herself, and lowered her mouth over it.His cock was so hot that for a moment Melanie thought she had fried her tongue, but as his cockhead slid into her throat, she adjusted instantly to the stunning heat of it. She swallowed every inch of his throbbing prick, every one of its six or seven rock-hard inches. Arteries at the base of the shaft of his cock fluttered against her upper lip. His prickhead throbbed like a living heart in her throat. His entire cock jerked. Melanie began to suck.The boy arched his back, driving his hairy groin at her lips. His body stretched out like a bow. His lean muscles quivered and writhed. He grunted with lust like a wild young beast."Ohhh, suck my cock!" he groaned. "Oh, God!"