Miss Jamie Johnson was trying to conduct a lesson in English grammar, but it wasn't easy to keep her students' attention on a Friday afternoon. It was the last class of the day, and all the kids kept glancing longingly at the clock.
They probably had fun-filled weekends to look forward to, dates and parities. Not Jamie. Her students might be the last people she'd see till Monday. She didn't look forward to another lonely weekend in her apartment. She wished she had a date, too.
She tried to imagine the kind of man she'd go out with. He'd be handsome, of course, and very intelligent and a real gentleman. He'd, be interested in books like she was. Perhaps they'd go to an art museum, then to dinner, maybe even dancing.
"Hey, teacher, you're daydreaming," somebody called.
Jamie blushed hard.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she exclaimed. "I guess we're all anxious to leave. And since it's almost time for the bell – class dismissed."
The kids let out a whoop of joy and stampeded for the door. Jamie started gathering up her things, ashamed of herself for letting her mind wander like that. It was so silly of her to daydream. She knew perfectly well that she'd never date, never get to know any men.
Nick, the class troublemaker and clown, lingered behind the other students. Finally only he and Jamie were left in the classroom, and he wandered over to her desk, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Doing anything this weekend, Miss Johnson?" he asked.
"Very funny, Nick," Jamie said.
"Hey, no kidding," he said. "I wouldn't mind taking you out if you'd just fix yourself up."
"What do you mean?" Jamie said.
"Get some sexy clothes," Nick grinned. "DO something with your hair, get rid of those dumb glasses. You could be a really good-looking woman."
"Thanks for the advice, professor," Jamie said dryly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want to get home."
Nick didn't move right away. He stood there a moment and let his eyes drift slowly up and down Jamie's body. She was so shocked, she couldn't speak. Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her blushing and confused. Men always had that affect on her, no matter what their age. They scared and puzzled her.
She knew what Nick had seen, a petite but curvy young woman in her mid-twenties with naturally copper-colored hair and a pretty face. He's right – she could have been very attractive if she'd tried. But up to this point in her life, she hadn't wanted to try.
Jamie Johnson was terribly afraid that if she looked attractive, some man might come on to her.
She drove home to her apartment building and checked the mailbox before heading upstairs. There was a large package for her in a plain brown wrapper, and she couldn't think what it was. She hurried to her apartment to open it. When she got the wrapping off, she was blushing and smiling at the same time.
Now she remembered. She'd ordered the book months ago. It was an illustrated manual of love-making techniques. Jamie was very curious about what men and women did in bed together, but she'd been too ashamed to buy such a book in a store, so she'd ordered it by mail.
The lonely young teacher forgot about making any dinner for herself. She couldn't wait to get to that book. She took a shower, then slipped on a robe, and settled down on the couch to read. The moment she opened the book, she turned brick red. It was a lot more explicit than she'd expected.
There was hardly any print, just big color pictures of couples doing everything imaginable to each other. An attractive young man, and woman were in each photograph, and they seemed to be having a lot of fun. In the first photo they were fucking in the traditional missionary position.
"Oh, my goodness!" Jamie breathed.
She knew that a decent, respectable woman would have rewrapped the book immediately and sent it back. It wasn't the kind of thing for a spinster schoolteacher to read. But she couldn't put it down. She started flipping through the pages, her blue eyes getting wider and wider.
"For heaven's sake!" she gasped. "Oh, my gosh!"
By the time she finished leafing through the book, Jamie was on overload. She had to put it down and close her eyes. She hadn't dreamed that sex was so complicated, so, well, kinky. But then she'd only known what her parents had taught her, and clearly that wasn't much.
Here she was, just a few years till her thirtieth birthday, and still a virgin. She'd never been out on a date. She'd never even held hands or been kissed. And her strictly religious parents had sent her to all-girl schools, even an all-girl college, where she'd never had a sex education course.
"No wonder I'm so dumb," she sighed.
Well, she had a lot of learning to do, and she intended to spend the evening slowly reading that sex book and finding out the facts. She looked carefully at each picture and tried to imagine herself as the girl in the photo. It had a strange effect on her.
Her pussy started to get hot, and then sticky cream began leaking from her virgin cunt. She felt her gash swelling, and then she was squirming restlessly. It took the man-shy spinster a while to realize that the photos in that book were making her horny.
In one photo the girl was on her hands and knees, the young man kneeling behind her. His cock was long, thick and hard, and he was just starting to insert it in the girl's cunt. It was into her maybe an inch, and she had a very excited expression.
Jamie tried to imagine herself in the girl's place, a man's thick hard cock poking into her untried pussy. It seemed wickedly exciting, but she just couldn't get any idea of how it would feel. Maybe she could devise something to aid her imagination.
She'd need something the size of a cock and as she looked around the little apartment, she saw it – a banana in a basket of fruit. Carrying the book, she drifted over, picked up the banana, and wandered into her bedroom. She felt a little dazed. Her pussy seemed to be on fire.
She'd never had that sensation before. She was all wet and steamy between her thighs, and she had the wicked urge to touch herself down there. Mother had always warned her that she'd go straight to hell if she did that. Jamie wondered if her mother could have been wrong.
She set the book and the banana on the bed, then shed her robe. Naked, she crawled onto the bed and crouched in the same position as the girl in the photo. She picked up the banana and tried to stick it in her curd. The experiment was a failure. She couldn't even find her cunt.
"Darn!" she moaned.
She rolled over onto her back. It might be easier that way. Grasping the banana, she set the tip against the tiny moist mouth of her virgin cunt. She pushed a little and felt her delicate cunt lips spreading very wide. She kept pushing till she'd penetrated herself about an inch.
"Ohhhhh, wow, ohhhhhh!" she moaned.
It was such a strange sensation. Her tender pussy lips felt stretched almost to bursting, and she was sure her cunt couldn't take something that big. Yet she felt a wild excitement, an urge to push the banana in deeper. Taking a big breath, she pushed some more.
"Unnnnnnhh, ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
It hurt a little, yet she couldn't stop. She'd never felt this excited in her life, not even when she won a scholarship to college. She kept pushing the thick fruit deeper into her untried twat, hurting and lusting at the same moment. She pushed till her cunt was crammed full.
The spinster schoolteacher lay there wide-eyed and panting. Her cunt was crammed, just as if a hard cock had been thrust deep into it. This was how it felt to take a cock. Jamie was blushing, kind of shocked with herself, yet she had to admit she loved the sensation.
She wondered if she was technically a virgin any more. Could you lose your virginity to a banana? It was a question she couldn't answer, and she was impatient to get on with her naughty experiment. She began moving the banana up and down in her moist little box, pretending she was being fucked.
"Oooooooooh, wow, unnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped.
It felt so exciting, and as she kept doing it the pain went away, replaced by mounting pleasure. Each time she thrust the thick firm banana deep into her cunt, it felt so damned good. She started creaming heavily and couldn't stop. Her cunt got slicker, and she could jerk the banana faster. That felt even better.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss!" the young teacher moaned.
She worked the banana quickly up and down in her wet cunt, forcing out her molten cream. She felt the sticky juice gushing down her ass crack and puddling under her ass. The faster she jerked the fruit, the more pleasure she felt. She'd never experienced such violent pleasure in her life.
Gurgling, moaning and writhing, she closed her eyes and forgot everything but the delicious sensations she was giving herself. The pleasure built till she thought she'd explode somehow. And in another minute that was exactly what happened.
Jamie had never had an orgasm before, so she wasn't prepared for it. All she knew was that she gave the banana one last deep shove, and then she seemed to blow up. Her body was wracked with powerful pleasure spasms. She let out a long hoarse wail.
"Ooooooooh, my God, oooooh, whaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she screamed.
She rolled around on the bed, shuddering with bliss, hot come-juice squirting from her cunt and soaking her hand. She kept spasming for a full minute, then rolled onto her back again and gasped for breath. As she drew the cream-drenched banana from her cunt, she felt strangely empty.
"My God," she breathed, "what happened to me?"
She knew a little about sex, from conversation overheard in the college dorm, and it dawned on her that she'd just had her first climax. So that was how it felt? It had been fantastic. She began to understand why so many people were obsessed with sex.
She knew something else, too. She wanted to come again, right away.
She picked up the sex book and started flipping through the pages. Towards the end the photos showed the young couple doing something Jamie had never heard of. They weren't fucking. They were using their mouths and tongues on each other. The virgin teacher studied the pictures, fascinated.
One photo especially held her attention. The girl was on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. The young man was lying belly down between her legs, and he was licking her pussy. From the blissed-out expression on the girl's face, Jamie judged that it felt very good to her.
What would it be like to have a man lick her in that forbidden place? It was almost too wicked to imagine. It made her think of that awful, mortifying day when her mother had burst into the bathroom while Jamie was bathing. The young Jamie was just starting to wash her pussy.
"Don't touch yourself there, Jamie," her mother had cried. "That's dirty, wicked!"
"But, Mom!" Jamie exclaimed. "How am I going to get clean?"
"Use a washcloth," Mrs. Johnson commanded. "And always remember, girls who play with themselves go to hell! Nice girls don't enjoy things like that?"
The lesson had stayed with Jamie for years, along with all the other things her mother had told her about sex. Nice girls don't think about sex. They don't like it. Men are animals. That was why Jamie had always avoided men and feared them, the reason she was still unmarried and a virgin.
Now she wondering if her mother could have been wrong. She'd just brought herself off with a banana, of all things, and she hadn't dropped into the fiery pits of hell. Her hand hadn't fallen off, warts hadn't covered her body. Maybe Mom had exaggerated a little.
And no matter what Mom had said, Jamie just had to experience another orgasm. She bent and spread her legs like the girl in the photo, then trailed a finger over her slick hot pussy, pretending it was a man's tongue. It felt fantastic. She moaned with pleasure and soaked her finger with a big hot burst of cunt juice.
"Mmmmmmm, yessssss!" she sighed.
She felt all over her pussy and found a spot that was more sensitive than the rest, a hard little button at the very top of her slit. She kept rubbing it with her finger, working faster and faster, and the pleasure was hot and steady. She was sure she could come this way.
Of course she knew she was masturbating, that sinful thing her mother had warned about. But how could it be so terrible if it felt so nice? Jamie couldn't bear to stop. She went on massaging her clit with her stiff finger and felt herself hurtling toward another delicious come.
"Unnnnnhhhh, ooooooh, ummhhhhh!" she sobbed.
Evil or not, she was hooked on masturbation. She knew she could never go back to her totally sexless life. Now that she'd discovered the fantastic pleasure of coming, she'd want to bring herself off again and again. And if she went to hell for it, so be it.
Panting, sobbing with excitement, the pretty schoolteacher jerked her finger over her swollen clit as fast as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut and forgot everything else as she took herself over the top, into a body-wracking climax that made her scream in ecstasy.
"Unnnnnnhhhh, God – aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she wailed.
It was a good thing her walls were thick. She sure didn't want the neighbors to hear as she wailed helplessly in a long intense orgasm. This climax seemed even more delicious than the first, and it left Jamie shaking and breathless.
She wasn't sorry she'd played with herself. She just wished she could experience real sex, sex with a man. But she'd never have the nerve to seek out a lover. She was still too scared of men. Whatever sexual experiences she had from now on, they'd have to come from her own fingers.