Nick Eastwood - Teacher_s hot lips

Janet Peters stared at her doctor in total shock. The pretty blond just couldn't believe what she'd heard. "I beg your pardon, Doctor," she said, "you say this medicine will do what?"

Dan McGrath, who'd been Janet's physician ever since she came to teach in Greendale, was having trouble finding the right words. Janet was definitely not a swinger, and she didn't approve of vulgar language. But he didn't know how else to explain things to her.

Gearing his throat, he tried again.

"Well, Janet," he said, "this is the only medicine I know of that will clear up the fever you got on your vacation, but it may have some side effects. It may increase your libido." Janet looked blank, and Dan decided to use the most blunt language he could. "It may make you horny." It was clear that Janet knew the meaning of that word, because she turned red as a beet.

"Oh, my God!" She exclaimed. "I can't take the medicine, then."

"You'll have to, Janet," Dr. McGrath said gently. "It's the only way to get rid of that fever, and if you don't get rid of the fever, you can't go back to work. But you'll only have to take the stuff for a week."

Janet sighed loudly. "Well, then, I suppose I'll have to take it," she said. "Classes start tomorrow, and I don't want to miss any time."

"Fine, I'll write the prescription," McGrath said.

He bent low over his desk so she couldn't see him grinning. It wasn't funny to her. But the situation tickled McGrath. He wondered how the prim, distant English teacher would handle normal female lust. He'd never seen any sign of sexual feelings in her before.

She was attractive, slim and blond, and only twenty-eight, but she'd shown no interest in men and sex. Now all that was going to change.

"Here you are, Janet," he said, handing her the slip of paper. "Two tablets a day for one week, then report back to me. Any questions?"

Janet looked as if she was about to ask something, then shook her head and quickly left the office. McGrath leaned back in his chair, smiling, yet feeling sorry for her. She could be such a foxy lady, if only she had a heart. He wouldn't have minded getting it on with her himself, except that she'd made it so clear that she hated men. Well, how was she going to feel once those helpless sensations of lust swept through her body?

Janet was wondering the same thing as she drove home.

Once she'd had the same feelings as other girls, but for ten years now she'd managed to blot them out. She'd reached a point where she had no sexual thoughts, no needs, no desire for male company-and that was the way she wanted to keep it. She'd had just one affair, and that was enough. It had put her off men and sex for good. But now she had to take this damned pill.

"Oh, damn it all, why did I have to go on that cruise?"

She moaned. "Why didn't I just stay home and read?"

The cruise had taken her to certain tropical places where tourists rarely went, and that was where she'd picked up the rare fever. Now, with fall classes starting tomorrow, she'd simply have to take the medicine or risk giving the fever to her students. She sighed as she parked the car and walked inside her little white clap-board house. She took the bottle of pills out of her purse and dumped one pill into her hand.

"Just for one week," she reminded herself.

She quickly took the pill, then sat down to read over some notes for her classes. Within twenty minutes she couldn't concentrate. The medicine was taking effect much faster, and much more powerfully, than she'd imagined. She felt sensations in her pussy which she hadn't had in a decade-swelling, heating, moistening.

It had been a long time, but she still recognized the symptoms. Just as Dr. McGrath had warned, she was horny.

"Oh, hell," Janet moaned.

These were sensations she'd hoped to bury forever. She had this wild urge to play with herself, to rub her pussy till she got off. She hadn't thought about doing that since she was in high school. Worse than that, she couldn't help thinking how great it would feel to have a man's big hard cock plowing in her aroused cunt. She creamed furiously as she thought about it.

Ten years of effort had gone down the drain when she swallowed that pill. She'd slowly and carefully talked herself into being frigid, and now she had normal feelings again. With her pussy all swollen and hot and needy, she couldn't think of anything but sex. Sighing, she set aside her notes. Her mind drifted helplessly back to the only love affair of her life, her only experience with sex.

It had happened in her senior year in high school. She was eighteen, tall and blond, a stunning girl who not only got good grades but also turned out for track, basketball, and any other sport they'd let girls into.

She had lots of dates, and she'd already earned a scholarship to college. Young Janet Peters had her whole life before her, and a lot of people said she had it made.

She was still a virgin. She intended to stay that way till she was married. In fact she'd never been really in love with anybody, not till the first day of her senior year when she walked into art class and took a look at the teacher, Ned Evans. He was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, burly, dark-haired, with a thick dark mustache and crackling blue eyes. He turned Janet on so much, she felt dizzy.

Of course all the other girls in the class felt the same way, but Mr. Evans seemed to pay special attention to Janet. She fantasized helplessly, imagining them in bed together, naked and caressing, imagined him slipping his stiff cock into her moist and eager cunt.

She creamed right through her panties just thinking about it. If she ever did give up her cherry, she wanted to give it to this man.

She could hardly keep her mind on her work, she was so busy undressing him with her eyes. She often had fantasies like this about attractive guys, but this was the first time she'd ever wanted the dream to come true. She was achingly horny for her art teacher. She wanted him to kiss her, strip her, carry her into his bed and do everything to her that a man could do to a woman. As class ended, she felt so dizzy with longing, she almost swayed. She took her time getting up from her desk.

"Stay and help me with a few things, Janet?" Ned Evans asked.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Evans," she said.

"Call me Ned," he grinned. He had the sexiest grin in the world."This is going to be a very informal class. I want you all to think of me as a friend, not a teacher."

He brushed against her as they talked, and Janet almost moaned with longing. As he showed her how he wanted some papers sorted, he slipped his arm around her waist in a friendly way, and she wondered if he could hear her heart pounding. Finally the work was done, and he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth. Janet couldn't conceal her feelings any longer. She moaned and melted against him.

He was just being friendly, she told herself, just letting her know that she'd done a good job of helping him out. But she wanted to be more than just friends.

Helplessly, following her lusty instincts, she rubbed her mound against his crotch. She felt something swelling and hardening in his pants, and then she realized he was as excited as she was. He drew back and looked searchingly at her, his handsome face flushed, his eyes hot.

"I have an hour for lunch," he said, "do you?"

"Yes, Mr. Evans-I mean Ned," Janet breathed.

"Fine, let's go to my place," he said.

He didn't ask her if she wanted to make love. Maybe he figured he didn't have to-and he was right. During the short drive to his house, Janet felt hornier than she'd ever felt with any of her dates. She was creaming steadily, uncontrollably, and her pussy felt like it was on fire.