Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

"Okay," he said, "so you're pissed off. I can dig it. It might take you a while to get over Davis. But I'll take your mind off him, baby, I guarantee it."

He walked around in front of her again and slipped his hand into her crotch. Jane just stared coldly at him. He found her pretty scarlet pussy cool and dry. Muttering, he wriggled a finger between the soft-furred lips of her mons and tickled the tiny red button of her clit. No results.

Jane stood unmoved, unresponding.

"You're really being a bitch today, you know that?" he snapped. "But I ain't licked yet, teacher. I'm gonna turn you on if it's the last thing I do."

"Don't hold your breath waiting," Jane said.

He looked for a moment as if he wanted to hit her, but then he smiled again, that evil knowing smile that chilled her blood. "Maybe I been rushing you," he said, "so we'll just take our time, get you warmed up. Undress me."

Jane didn't want to touch him, but she had no choice. She helped him out of his sneakers and t-shirt, then unsnapped his jeans and reached for the zipper of his fly. She studied his broad hard young chest and thought what a magnificent body he had and how it was wasted. A great body attached to a perverted sadistic head. All the good looks in the world wouldn't make up for his selfishness and cruelty.

"I bet this is the part you like," he chuckled as she unzipped his fly.

Jane took down his pants, noting that he wasn't wearing shorts. On her knees, she found herself on an eye level with his cock. She stared at it coolly. It was little and soft and shriveled, his rosy balls limp and sagging. Kirk needed the stimulus of cruelty and humiliation to get him hard. Like last night, watching his friends shame her – he'd gotten hard easily enough then.

"Pet it," he ordered hoarsely, "play with it. Get me nice an' stiff, baby, and then well have some fun."

Jane reluctantly slipped her hand under his limp little prick and began to pet it gingerly. It was a handsome cock, even limp, the flesh snow-white with a delicate feathering of blue veins, the head cherry-red and gleaming. Too bad such a nice prick belonged to such a shitheel. She petted and petted with no results. His pitiful little peter remained flaccid and useless.

"Goddamn it," Kirk muttered. "You better try something else. Lick it. Yeah, use your tongue on it."

Jane wasn't eager to obey. She stuck her tongue out slowly and reluctantly, tickling the light purple head of his drowsy cock, then working gradually down the pale shaft to the blond thicket of his bush. Up and down, up and down, went her pretty little pink tongue, leaving a shining trail of saliva. Kirk breathed faster, louder, and began to flush with excitement, but still his cock didn't get hard.

"My balls," he whined, "lick my balls, too. Maybe that'll do it."

Jane pressed her face into, his crisp blond bush and stuck out her dainty pink tongue again, pressing the moist hot tip against the limp and dangling bags of his young nut sacs. She licked and tickled and lashed, making the flaccid sacs bounce and flop. Kirk gasped with pleasure, but there was no effect on his cock, which stayed soft and droopy.

"Shit," Kirk said impatiently, "that ain't doing it. You better blow me, teacher. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it good an' hard."

Jane shuddered with revulsion, not wanting to go down on this loathsome creep, but she reminded herself that she'd better get used to it. She was in his power whether she liked it or not. Of course she could just let him show those photos around – and end her career and ruin her reputation. No, even sucking his cock would be better than that.

Jane fed his sleepy little dick between her lips and onto her hot wet tongue. Kirk gasped with pleasure as she drew his cock in like elastic, stretching it, letting it snap back into place. His soft droopy nut sacs came to tickle her chin. She began to suck his limp little prick, slowly but powerfully, applying strong suction.

"Yeah, yeah," Kirk panted, "that's good. You really dig sucking my meat, don't you, baby?"

Jane stifled the urge to bite. She'd love to show this sadistic little punk just what she thought of him – but he still had the photos, still had the strength to hurt her. She went on sucking his warm drowsy little prick. A day ago it would have excited her to suck him off. Now she felt nothing. Kirk panted and moaned with pleasure, but still his cock remained soft.

"Faster," he croaked, "suck me faster, harder! Get with it, teacher, get me hard!"

Jane obeyed mechanically, sucking as fast as she could on his silky limp meat, making a lewd wet slurping noise that seemed to excite him even more. But not enough – no matter how fast and hard slit sucked, his cock stayed wrinkled and limp on her tongue. Kirk cursed loudly and suddenly withdrew his flaccid wet prick from her mouth.

"I got an idea," he panted, lying down on the rug and drawing his muscular legs open. "Get down here and suck my nuts. That oughta do it."

Jane sighed and dropped to her hands and knees. In a wicked way she was amused that Kirk, who prided himself on his machismo, couldn't even get it up. But by now she was wishing he'd get hard, fuck her and get it over with, because Don was due in less than an hour. Even if she had to tell Don about Kirk, she didn't want him to see her with him. She nosed into Kirk's crotch, determined to get him hard this time.

She pressed her hot moist lips to one little limp nut sac and sucked the rosy bag into her mouth. Kirk almost rose off the rug in his sudden hot excitement. She drew the whole soft warm bag into her mouth and started to suck on it, fast and with plenty of pressure. Kirk gave a loud sustained moan of pleasure.

"Awwww, Christ, YEAH!" he gasped. "Out of sight! Keep sucking my nuts baby, don't stop!"

Jane did her best, saturating the wrinkled red sac with her hot saliva, sucking it far back into her mouth, then releasing, sucking faster and faster in an attempt to excite him beyond inhibition. Kirk bucked and moaned and gave every sign of pleasure, but his cock stayed soft and useless. Jane spat out one nut sac and sucked in the other.

"Keep doing it, keep doing it," Kirk whined.

"This has gotta work."

Jane did her very best, sucking till her jaws ached, soaking his rosy little bag with her spit, tickling every inch of the silky flesh with pleasure, yet he still didn't hive a hard-on. She began to grow desperate. What if Don walked in and found them like this?

Then a wicked idea occurred to her. Somehow she managed to suck in both his rosy wet balls at once, stretching her lips almost painfully, and as soon as she had them secure in her steamy sucking mouth, she reached into his crotch and found the tight-clenched mouth of his asshole. She pressed the tip of her little finger against his taut brownie and popped it inside.

"Awwwww!" Kirk wailed. "Hey, yeah, that's it, baby, stick your finger up my ass! Oh, man, that's GREAT!"

Jane worked her stiff little finger clear to the last knuckle in his fiery-hot gripping bumhole, and she went on sucking furiously and wetly on his wrinkled rosy nut sacs. His flaccid cock was resting practically on her nose, and as she watched it gave a sudden twitch and then began to rise and stiffen. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's doing it," Kirk panted. "Oh, yeah, I'm really getting hard now. Just a little more, baby, just a little more."

Jane dutifully sucked his balls and felt them swelling up hard and round on her tongue. She kept working her little finger in his gripping hot asshole, pumping up and down like a tiny cook, and she felt the tight nether passage growing even hotter and snugger. Before her eyes his cock reached its full dimensions, ballooning into eight thick inches of stiff thrbbbing meat.

"Okay, that's enough," Kirk gasped. "Let go. Don't wanta come yet."