Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

"Awwww, Christ, so fuckin' tight!" he whined. "You digging this, baby? You like it?"

Jane was too proud to answer, but he must have known from the sudden flooding of her tight little cunt that she was experiencing wild pleasure. He started to ball her hard and deep and fast, his wonderfully stiff cock slamming into her from behind, and she knew she was lost. She needed it too much. Her body went limp, her legs opened wider and wider, as she gave herself to him.

"Hey, teach," Kirk panted, "you didn't answer me. You like doin' it this way? You having a good time?"

"Don't talk," Jane moaned, "don't – ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!"

She couldn't finish because a long dizzying orgasm caught her up and carried her away. As the delicious spasms shook her body and her convulsing cunt spewed hot cream, she could hear Kirk chuckling with wicked satisfaction. He'd won again. They both knew she despised him, but somehow he'd aroused her beyond reason, beyond all self-control.

When she'd finished coming, Kirk jerked his cream-drenched rod out of her soaked little box and quickly lifted her into the chair. He sat her in it, then draped her long legs up over the chair arm, exposing her wet red slit obscenely. Jane was too breathless to move or protest. Kirk leered at her, then dropped to his knees before her and plunged his stiff swollen meat into her again, thrusting all the way to his balls in one savage push.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Jane wailed.

She slumped back in the chair, limp and submissive and rocked with intense pleasure as Kirk again tirelessly pumped his hard young cock in her long-starved nipping box. She'd be sorry later, yes, but right now she just had to have his fucking. Kirk laughed and leaned forward to lick her face, his tongue skipping lewdly over her soft skin.

"You love it, baby," he panted, "I know you do. I'm gonna give you plenty of it, too."

The cool and prim Miss Jane White had vanished, and in her place was a moaning, glassy-eyed, panting creature who responded without restraint to the boy's endlessly thrusting cock.

It was after midnight when Kirk finally left and Jane fell into an exhausted sleep. Her guilt hadn't gone away, though. It was right there when she woke the next morning. What was wrong with her? Why didn't she have enough self-control to resist the advances of a teenage punk she despised?

The first person she saw at school was Don, who drove into the parking lot just as she did. She was afraid he'd see the guilt in her face, but he just smiled and slipped his arm around her and walked with her to the main building. His comforting and loving presence made her feel even worse about the scandalous things she'd done.

It also made her determined to break off with Kirk. Don was a wonderful man, she didn't intend to lose him, and so Kirk must go. She didn't care now if Don was a mediocre lover. Somehow she'd endure it in order to be with him. It didn't seem like a problem. The only problem was to get Kirk to leave her alone.

In sixth period Kirk swaggered into the classroom with that knowing grin on his face, but this time, instead of looking uncomfortable, Jane just ignored him. The few times their eyes happened to meet, she gave him a frosty stare. By the end of the period it was Kirk who looked uncomfortable. He lingered behind after the other kids had gone.

"Hey, what's with you?" he said to Jane. "Didn't you have a good time last night?"

"What we're doing is sick," Jane replied. "It can't continue. I don't want to see you any more, Kirk."

"Sick, huh?" he said with a sneer. "It didn't seem sick to me. I thought we had a pretty hot time in your bed, teach. You sure acted like you enjoyed it."

Jane flushed but controlled her voice. "I can't explain," she said. "I just don't want to do it again. Go find a another girl, Kirk. I'm sure you know plenty of them."

To her surprise, he just shrugged and walked out. She could hardly believe he'd give up so easily. Feeling much better, she went home, had a bath and a light supper, and decided to reward herself for getting out of her evil involvement. Instead of grading papers, she'd treat herself to an evening of drinks and TV, unwinding completely.

Jane dressed in a long pale blue negligee that hugged her tall curvy body and was slightly transparent, showing the outline of her lacy bra and panties. It was a very comfortable gown and made her feel glamorous as well. She made herself a tall drink, turned on the TV to a good movie, and sat on the couch. She'd barely reined, though, when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, damn," she muttered, getting up to answer it.

There was Kirk.

Jane reddened as she took in his powerful menacing body and that all-too-familiar sneer. "What do you want, Kirk?" she said coldly.

"Guess," he laughed. "Aw, come on, teach don't look like that. I figured by now you'd have cooled off and thought it over and seen what a good deal we got going. Let me in, and I'll be real nice to you."

"You're never coming in this house again," Jane said decisively. "I meant what I said this afternoon, Kirk – I don't want to see you again."

She slammed the door in his face and locked it.

She was afraid he might make a scene, yelling and pounding, but after a moment, he got in his car and drove off. Jane went back to her TV show, hoping she'd finally seen the last of him. She was undisturbed for about an hour, when suddenly she heard a strange noise from the back of the house.

She raced down the hall, following the noise, and into her bedroom. She got there just in time to see Kirk climbing in the window, followed by another boy.

"Get out of here," Jane shouted, "before I call the police. I'm going to phone write now."

She turned and started down the hall to the phone, but Kirk was faster than she'd expected. He grabbed her and dragged her back into the bedroom, screaming and kicking. He got behind her and pinned her arms, presenting her for the inspection of the boy he'd brought with him.

"Here she is," he laughed. "Whaddya think?"

"Real nice," the boy said with a low whistle, "real nice."

He was a rat-faced little runt, shorter than Jane, skinny, with greasy brown hair and a dirty leather jacket. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his hips thrust forward, frying to look tough. He had an evil leer on his face as he eyed Jane's lush mature body.

"What do you think you're doing, Kirk?" Jane gasped.

"Teaching you a lesson, baby," Kirk chuckled. "You gotta learn that when you don't do what I want, something bad happens. Yeah, you're gonna get punished. I brought along my friend Joey to help. Joey dropped out of school last year, but he still just loves teachers, don't ya, Joey?"

"Oh, I sure do," Joey giggled. "Yeah, there's nothin' I like better than a teacher. Especially one with big boobs."

Kirk and his friend went into paroxysms of laughter over the crude joke. Jane could smell alcohol on their breath. They were in a wild, dangerous mood, and she knew she must be very careful if she didn't want to be hurt. But what kind of "punishment" did Kirk have in mind?

"Okay, let's get to work," Kirk said. "You take us out to that nice living room, teach, and make us a couple of drinks. Then I'll tell you what you're gonna do for punishment."

Jane thought it better to obey quietly until she could find a way to escape. She made drinks for the boys, and they settled into comfortable chairs. They kept exchanging glances and snickering, as if sharing some big joke. Jane grew increasingly nervous and frightened.

"I guess we're ready now," Kirk snickered. "Okay, teach, stand here in front of us and take off your clothes. Give us a nice show."

"You've got to be out of your mind!" Jane gasped. "Not in front of him!"

"Oh, it's cool," Kirk chuckled. "I told Joey all about us. He knows the score."