Chapter 4

Over the next week, Myra’s life was in a dither. Keeping the secret of her pregnancy from her parents was a strain. She felt guilty for having acted so foolishly with Ashton Fisher and guilty for hiding her condition from her parents. If Eric Copley helped her in the way he suggested and she could keep her secret from her family, she would always be considered above reproach by them. While the week dragged by Myra kept feeling that the fertilized egg within her was growing at a rapid pace. She assumed that Copley was talking about abortion when he said, “I know people who can help.” Each time she looked into the mirror she thought she could see how great her stomach was showing, was devastated by what she had done, was trying to hide, and what she intended to do about it. This was still before Roe vs Wade when abortion was considered unacceptable.

The other thing on her mind was the sex she had been fantasizing about since her hormones had begun to simmer and that which her piano teacher had introduced her. Before that she had dealt with those urges the same way girls have done for ages, rubbing herself to orgasm when the feelings became too intense. Having never conceived that sex could be so deliciously compelling before her episode with Eric in bed, and her fantasies for him had mainly been romantic. But after spending an hour in bed with this romantic champion, fires had been lit that were now consuming her mind and body. Feeling that she was rubbing herself raw, she had to be with Eric again and soon. All week she had been obsessing about how Eric had mined the seam of her sexual gold. That next morning, she ached from being overstretched by the enormous size of his penis, something that hadn’t happened after her night with the boy who impregnated her. All week It seemed that her vagina tingled with each step she took. Needing confirmation that it had actually happened she had to see Eric’s penis again and experience the feeling of it being thrust inside her.

As Copley had suggested, Myra came to his door an hour early before her lesson to take up where they had left off at the end of her last lesson. She didn’t know whether she was more anxious to hear the news he had gotten from his ‘friend’ or if she was so eager that they might have more of what happened last week with which she had been overwhelmed. When her piano teacher opened the door, secretions that had already been flowing on the way from her house to his had already begun soaking the panel of her panties. Lurching at him like a wild animal, Myra kissed him ravenously while groping between his legs.

Saying, “MYRA, MYRA, MYRA,” with giddy delight, he resisted her advances. He needed to sit down with her and go over what his friend had advised terminating her pregnancy. Surprised by her passion though Copley’s sexual trigger had been pulled as well. Though expecting their connection to go in the direction of abortion talk Eric couldn’t keep Myra from dropping to her knees. Like most men, he wanted to control the situation. But like most men, his ego could not resist a woman who adored his penis. Since this admiration was from his most desired student that had been the object of countless fantasy couplings for so long, it excited him to the verge of ejaculation.

Fumbling with the zipper of Eric’s fly Myra finally got it down and reached inside where his soft but growing package felt like a handful but not the way she remembered it. Struggling to get his oversized package out of his pants, she realized that it was not yet fully erect. Amused at how it pulsed harder in stages in her hand she was filled with joy that she had been experiencing since its introduction last week. Capturing it with her gaze made the adoration for his phallus more intense. If she had a pencil and paper she could have sketched its beautiful features in precise detail. As she eyed the pulsation of his heart filling and lifting him to horizontal stiffness she wondered, would he like me to kiss it? Taking the incentive she pecked the side of his shaft, lifted it, and licked the bottom. Holding it against her cheek she felt its smooth warmth being pulsed to rigidity. As she kissed his helmet-like head, she thought, I wonder if he would like me to put it in my mouth. I wonder how it would feel. Her desire was so great that she didn’t bother to ask, opened her mouth, took him inside, and was thrilled with her introduction to fellatio.

Putting his hands on her head as if he were blessing and guiding her at the same time Eric was overwhelmed by the adoring gaze in Myra’s upturned eyes. With his own, he savored the vision of his shaft being shortened and glisteningly lengthened between her lips while shuddering at the feeling inside his prized pupil’s warm, wet mouth. Placing his hands on each side of her head to slow her rhythm he said, “GOD,” as if he were a christening priest, “You’re SO beautiful my sweet girl,” As his fingers tightened on her head, his body tensed and he shuddered and said, “I’m going to EJACULATE, Myra.”

Unfamiliar with the word “ejaculate” she figured it had something to do with him releasing and coming. And, when he gave in to its immediacy Myra recalled how the musculature of his penis tightened the same way it had inside her vagina last week. When the man she had adored for so many years filled her mouth with his seed she initially felt joyful just as she had when he had when he seeded her vagina.

When his hands reflexively grasped her head, she resisted while trying to bob more forcefully. When she felt the generous capacity of his sperm filling her mouth she tried to determine if it was his cry of release or the gushing creme that coated her tongue which awed her most. But when he cried, “Geez Myra, oh JESUS,” she understood the importance of her act. While his ebbing hardness made bobbing turn to kneading, she considered what to do with the oyster-like gob in her mouth, Would he be disgusted with me if I swallowed it? Acting in faith as his Eric’s spunk slid down her throat, into her tummy she thought, This must be the way it’s supposed to be.

Wordlessly cuddling on the floor until their breathing normalized Copley chuckled and said, “You took me by surprise, Myra.” With adoring eyes, she gave him a demure smile. “I fully intended to devote most of our time to what we talked about last week.” He laughed. “But you overwhelmed me.” Gazing into her eyes he smiled and went on, “I had no idea, my love, that your libido is so strong.”

She had no idea what ‘libido’ meant but if it had anything to do with the way she felt she wanted to live with her forever.

Standing up, Copley reached down and pulled Myra to her feet. Leading her to the couch he sat down with her on the floor with their backs resting against it. Putting his arm around her shoulders he permitted the girl to take his other hand and hold it against her cheek. “We have things to talk about, young lady. We must get this problem of yours resolved.” He told her how he had talked with a person who would perform the abortion, “He’s a retired doctor who does medical things for friends of mine.” He didn’t tell her that the friends were prostitutes who worked in a bordello he’d been visiting for years. “He will do the procedure for $1000.”

Stunned at the cost Myra asked how she could pay for it. Copley said, “I’ll pay for the abortion, and you will pay me back.” He explained that by paying him back she would never feel like he had accepted it as charity.

“But how will I be able to pay you?”

“Not in dollars, Myra.” He explained that he had never had children and had always looked forward to having sex with his ex-wife when she became pregnant. “I know this might seem strange to you but when I realized last week that you were with child, I was thrilled to be able to make love knowing that you were carrying it. So, we’ll have sex today, again next week, and the week after that. Then we’ll see the doctor and he will take care of the problem. I will make the payment at that time. You will pay me back by having sex with me once each week for a year.”

Having no concept of sexual kink Myra thought it an interesting but strange arrangement, but one which she would love. After being quiet for a couple of minutes she said, “I can pay you little by little over the next couple of years, Mr. Copley.”

With a comical stare, he looked at her and corrected, “Eric. You are the best student I have ever had, Myra. The money isn’t important to me. I’m obsessed with you ... OBSESSED. Being with you this way is something I can’t even put into words. I’ve been fantasizing about sex with you for years, my dear.”

With a confused smile, she said, “That’s what I mean, Mr ... um Eric. I’ve been dreaming about you that way too.” Blushing, she rolled her eyes. “Last week you took me to Heaven. I’ve been in Heaven all week. I want to do this with you again and again ... for as long as you want me. That’s not payment, Eric, it is ... um ... pleasure and I LOVE it.”

With a stern gaze, he asked, “Would you consider yourself a broad-minded person, Myra?”

“I-I think so. But I’m kind of an um ... dumb kid.”

“You’re so wrong about that, Myra; you’re in no way are you dumb. You’re young. You’re naïve. You’re impetuous. But you’re NOT dumb. You just need a little more insight into sex, which I can give you.” He went on to tell her that since his divorce several years ago he had been satisfying himself by frequenting bordellos. He found one that suited his tastes and had become friends with the madam and the girls who worked there. Seeing her look of disapproval he clarified, “These girls are not down and out, Myra; they’re women who genuinely love their lifestyle. That’s why I enjoy going to them. Anyway, I get enjoyment from their bawdy nature and having sex with them. And I respect that they want to bring joy to themselves and their clients. But you, my dear, Myra, are the only female for whom I have truly lusted in years.”