Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

"Of course, Don," she said coldly, "I agree. So it won't hurt to wait till tomorrow for our date, will it?"

"Whatever you want," he snapped. "I'll see you tomorrow around seven."

He turned and stalked out of the worn, slamming the door behind him. Jane pounded her fists on the desk. My God, what was eating him? What was his problem? If he'd just make love to her, the way a normal lover would, she'd never have gotten into this mess with Kirk. She wouldn't be balling a hoodlum for relief.

"Well, to hell with you, Don Davis," she spat.

Her conscience wasn't bothering her any more. By God she was going to swing tonight, she was going to get what was rightfully hers – complete and unrestrained satisfaction. If Don wouldn't give it to her, she had every right to get it from someone else. She was more than ready to follow wherever Kirk wanted to lead her in bed – or from the chandelier for that matter.

Jane drove home and took a long hot bath and dressed in her sexiest outfit. In a crazy mood one time she'd bought some racy red pants with flared legs and a very snug fit across her pert rounded ass and the gentle mound of her lower belly. It was far too revealing for Don. She put on a matching red jersey that clung tightly, and she didn't wear a bra. Her big breasts quivered enticingly under the clinging little garment. She added eight-inch red heels and a generous splash of gardenia cologne. She was ready to swing.

She gulped a strong drink while she waited for Kirk, wanting to be completely relaxed and uninhibited. Tonight she intended to fulfill every wicked fantasy she'd ever had. When the doorbell rang around eight o'clock, she rushed to answer it, her pussy already hot and wet with eagerness. There was going to be no holding back, no modesty tonight.

Jane threw open the door and froze. Kirk was there, all right, cocky and strutting as usual, but he wasn't alone. Behind him stood two leering teenage boys.

"Kirk, what…?!" she gasped.

"Hi ya, teach," he said nonchalantly. "I brought some friends."

Stunned, she stood aside as the three boys sauntered into the house. She recognized Joey, the rat-faced little hood. How could she forget? The other boy was a stranger, tall and thin and evil-looking, with long greasy dark hair and a long knife scar down the left side of his face. He leered at her and winked.

"You know key," Kirk said, "and this is another pal of mine, Snake. He dropped out of school a couple years ago, so you wouldn't remember him. You're gonna get to be friends, though – real good friends."

Numbly Jane closed the door and walked into the living room where the boys were already helping themselves to drinks from the portable bar. "Kirk," she said nervously, "I thought we'd be alone."

"Aw, the more the merrier, baby," he laughed. "Also I don't like the way you been acting lately. You don't do what I say. I figured you needed another lesson."

Jane's mind reeled. She had a pretty good idea what he had in mind. He hadn't brought his friends just to chat. All her excitement, her lust for adventure, disappeared. She despised Kirk. Obviously he considered her nothing more than a machine for his pleasure. Well, she didn't intend to cooperate. She began backing slowly toward the door.

"Hey, when do we get started?" said Snake, his eyes devouring Jane's lush mature figure.

"Let's finish these drinks," Kirk replied.

"There's plenty of time."

Yes, she was right. He intended to share her with his friends. Jane made a little more progress toward the door. She made a decision. If she could just get away and find Don, she'd tell him everything and ask for his help in breaking Kirk's hold over her. What did she have to lose? If she kept on like this she'd lose Don anyway. A teacher couldn't have orgies with teenage boys and not be found out eventually.

"Hey, baby, you sure are dressed up tonight," Kirk said with a grin. "I bet you could hardly wait to see me."

"I had a date with Mr. Davis," Jane lied. She couldn't admit that she'd dressed in her sexiest outfit for this creep.

Kirk's face darkened. "I told you to be here," he said. "You – know better than to go making dates, when I'm coming over."

"I-I remembered later," Jane said quickly. "I called and cancelled it."

"Good," said Kirk. "Now get over here and start entertaining me and my buddies."

This was it. She had to make her escape now or never. At close range she couldn't possibly fight off three strong boys. Jane bolted for the door. She heard shouts, heard them pounding after her. She got her hand on the knob, turned it – but that was all. They were seizing her, tugging her back into the living room.

"Lock that door, key," Kirk ordered. "We're gonna teach this bitch a lesson she'll never forget."

Strong hands forced her down on the floor. Jane sobbed and struggled, to no avail. "Strip her," Kirk said. "Snake, you can start. Get her shirt off."

"Oh, nooo," Jane moaned.

Snake, grinning gleefully, tugged the tight red shirt off over her head, tousling her thick brown hair. The boys of course were delighted to see that she was wearing no bra. Kirk and Joey, who'd already seen her naked, were still very much impressed with her huge round wobbling breasts and dainty red nipples. Snake was awestruck.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You didn't tell me she had fantastic knockers. Man, I never seen such a nice pair before."

"Go ahead," Kirk laughed, "play with 'em."

"Yea, feel them up!" Joey smirked.

"You bet I will," Snake said.

Jane writhed violently, trying to escape, but Kirk leaned on her shoulders and Joey sat on her legs. She stared in horror as Snake, leering, tall and scar-faced, dropped to his knees beside her. His sudden touch was searing-hot and sweaty on her naked tits. He grinned lewdly at her as he began to fondle and squeeze the ripe silky globes.

"Fantastic," he chuckled.

Jane didn't exactly share his opinion. She felt defiled and degraded as the grinning punk played freely with her naked breasts and his two buddies leered and winked at her. Snake's touch was not exciting. It was rough and greedy as he cupped fistfuls of satiny hot flesh and squeezed her tender boobs. He finally started to amuse himself by rubbing her little red nipples into taut erection.

"Let's get her pants of," Joey said impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, just a second," Snake said, "I ain't finished yet. I don't get a chance every day to play with jugs like these. Hey, Kirk, I bet it was hell sitting in that classroom and watching 'em bounce."

"You better believe it," Kirk laughed. "I used to get a hard-on every day. But now I can do something about it – ain't that right, teacher?"

Jane gave a sob of mortification but didn't answer him. Just as it would do her no good to struggle, it wouldn't help to argue with these little monsters. There was nothing she could do but endure their rough hands and crude remarks. She wished that was all she'd have to endure, but she knew that soon they were all going to want to ball her. Why hadn't she been content with Don?

Snake bent still lower over her heaving chest and big quivering boobs, and she saw his wet red tongue flick out. He licked and tickled the stiff nubs of her nipples while his friends snickered and made rude remarks. Jane could feel the wicked tickling sensation in her sensitive nipples, but it didn't excite her. Snake's ugly scar and his thin bony face just turned her off.

"Okay, I'll get back to her boobs later," he said finally, lifting his head from her spit-soaked nipples. "Let's get the rest of her clothes off."

"Now you're talking," Joey said.

Kirk laughed. "Since you're so fuckin' eager, man, you can take off her pants."

"Boy, will I ever," Joey grinned.

Snake stood by to hold down her legs if necessary, and Joey seized her pretty red pants and tugged them down. Jane didn't fight, knowing it was no use. She just sobbed quietly. Joey whisked the pants off over her feet and left her wearing only her eight-inch heels and a skimpy pair of black lace bikini parities.