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.
CHAPTER TWO
Jamie spent all day Saturday trying to decide if she was a bad girl. According to her mother, yes. Bad girls were easily identified. They liked sex, liked men, and liked to masturbate. By those standards, Jamie was guilty on at least two counts.
But she didn't feel like a bad girl. She knew she was a good teacher and a respectable young woman. All she'd done was have her first orgasm, her first hint of what sex was all about, and she didn't feel bad about it. It just seemed like a normal human thing to do.
She felt horny all day. Her pussy was hot, swollen and wet, and she ached to come again. She promised herself an evening of masturbation with that exciting sex manual, but during the day she had chores to do. The apartment needed cleaning and she had exams to grade.
She couldn't spend all her free time beating off, even though she wanted to.
Evening came, and Jamie almost rushed through her dinner. She didn't watch TV or read like she usually did at night. She went to her bedroom and opened the sex manual, looking for a photo to inspire her. It wasn't hard to find one. She found a picture of the young couple fucking in a position she'd never heard of, the guy on his back and the girl sitting on his cock.
Jamie studied the photo with mounting lust. The guy's prick was as thick as her wrist, bulging with blue veins and hard as steel. It was poked about an inch into the girl's fur-fringed cunt mouth. All the photos were like that, to give the reader a good view.
Jamie had her banana ready, though she suspected the poor thing would die of battle fatigue tonight. She got into a crouch, kneeling in the middle of the bed, and thrust the banana into her moist and ready cunt. It went in a lot easier this time.
'Ooooooh, yesssss!' she moaned.
She crammed her cunt completely, thrusting all the way to her womb. Then she started jerking the banana up and down, pretending she was being fucked. She imagined a handsome man beneath her, leering at her as he
