Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

Jane let his swollen spit-soaked balls pop frown her mouth, and she withdrew her finger from his narrow steamy bumhole. Kirk grinned at her, pleased with his huge pale cock-stand. The heavily weaving prick stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling, the head huge and shiny and purple. Little droplets of juice oozed from the ark slit mouth.

"Hey, you really got off on that, didn't you, teach?" he laughed mockingly.

"Oh, sure," Jane said sarcastically.

But he didn't catch the sarcasm. His ego was so swollen, he thought it had thrilled her to get him hard. If he only knew! She'd never hated anyone in her life like she did him. Hess ruined everything, crushed her self-respect, made it impossible for her to marry the only man she'd ever loved. Oh, sure, she was thrilled to death to be Kirk's lover.

"Okay, now let's have some fun," Kirk said, getting to his feet, his hugely swollen cock weaving heavily before him. "You lean over that chair, teacher. I like getting in from behind."

Jane didn't care how they did it, just so they did it fast. She walked over to a big lounging chair and placed her hands on the arm, leaning forward, her beautiful big breasts hanging down and quivering. Her pert round ass was up in the air, her scarlet curl-fringed pussy open to Kirk's ready cock. She offered herself obediently, but she didn't feel a thing for him except hate.

Kirk swaggered over and seized her hips to steady himself. "I bet you can hardly wait for this stiff cock, huh, doll?" he said.

Jane said nothing, just crouched there waiting for him to shove his cock into her and get it over with. Then she felt the huge hard knobby head skidding over her pussy, the tip slick with his juice. He maneuvered it into position and pressed – right against the tight little mouth of her asshole.

"Kirk, no!" Jane gasped. "You've got the wrong place."

"Oh, no, I don't," he said, grunting and pushing, frying to force the enormous hard head of his cock into her tiny brownie. "I told you I was jealous. You let Joey stick it up your ass. I want it that way, too."

"Ohhhhhhh!" Jane screamed.

Sharp pain stunned her as Kirk cruelly forced the huge iron-hard head of his cock into her tiny clenched bumhole. She was sure he'd tear her, split her, with that thick long cock. Joey's prick had been almost too big for her tiny tight asshole. How could she possibly endure Kirk's outsize prick?

"Kirk, no, please, it hurts," she sobbed. "You're too big for me."

"Too fuckin' bad," he snarled. "You can either take it in the ass or I'll show everybody those pictures."

Jane sobbed and went limp, defeated. Anything, even this terrible pain, was better than having the whole town know of her shameless behavior. She relaxed her tight nether hale as much as she could, and Kirk grunted and began working his huge thick dick deep into her fiery clenched asshole.

"Awwwww, Christ, this is fantastic," he moaned, "tightest thing I ever fucked. You like it, teach? You like my dick in your ass?"

"Of course not, you sadistic bastard," Jane sobbed. "It hurts."

Kirk answered with an even harder shove that made her gasp with pain. She trembled as he finally sank clear to his swollen balls in her seething slick asshole. If she stayed loose and relaxed the pain went away, but she felt no thrill, no pleasure. She felt only despair, knowing that Kirk would be able to take her this way whenever he wanted to, that he could use her body in every perverse manner.

"Yeah, your ass is real good an' tight, teacher," he panted. "I'm really gonna enjoy fucking it."

Jane gave a loud moan of despair as his huge hard cock began lunging brutally in her tiny stretched bumhole. Then they both stopped still, absolutely still, and stared as the front door crashed open. Don Davis rushed into the room.

"Jane!" he cried. "I heard you scream. I was just getting out of my car and – oh, my God!"

He stared at his fiance as she bent over the chair, her tiny asshole impaled on Kirk's thick pale meat – the woman he loved, stark naked, taking it in the ass from one of her own students.

The silent exchange of stares seemed to last forever. Jane felt like her whole life was going down the drain as she watched the horrified expression on Don's face. She couldn't lose him, she just couldn't. She suddenly wrenched herself forward and managed to escape the brutal impalement of Kirk's prick.

"Don, help me," she gasped. "I'll explain later, but please get this creep away from me."

Kirk was drawing back his arm to hit her, but Don got there first. Tough tall and rangy and meek-looking, he turned out to have great strength. He clipped Kirk neatly on the jaw, and the boy sat down hard, shaking his head dizzily. Jane seized her rumpled dress and wrapped it around her naked body.

"In his jacket," she stammered, "some photos. They have to be destroyed."

Don didn't stop to ask questions. He seized Kirk's leather jacket, searched it, and brought out the envelope of incriminating photos. To Jane's horror, he opened, it and glanced quickly through the shots of her and the boys – but he didn't say a word. He just put the pictures in the fireplace and lit a match to them.

"Thank God," Jane sobbed.

"There was something else in his jacket," Don said grimly.

He picked up the jacket again and took out a Polaroid camera. Jane shuddered. Obviously Kirk had intended to take more pictures of her. Don opened the camera and dumped out the film. Kirk was regaining his senses, and he leaped angrily to his feet.

"Hey, watch it," he said, "that's an expensive camera."

"You should know," Don answered. "You ripped it off." He watched Kirk go pale, then continued, "The cops were at the school Friday looking for leads, and they described stuff that's been stolen lately. I'm willing to bet I'd find plenty of it at your house – and with those buddies of yours, Joey and Snake."

Kirk flushed and grabbed for his clothes. "AU right, all right," he said, "you win. Just keep quiet about this, and I won't say anything about her."

"That's not good enough," Don said. "You and your pals have to return all that stolen stuff. You'll get off with probation that way. You ever say a word about Miss White or even speak to her again, and I'll see that you go to jail for a long long time. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, I get it," Kirk said sullenly. He finished dressing and stalked out the door.

Alone with Don, Jane suddenly felt very self-conscious. She blushed deeply as she turned to face him, her rumpled dress clutched awkwardly around her body. It was just a matter of saying goodbye with dignity, now that he knew what kind of person she really was. But she found it very hard to speak.

"I can't thank you enough, Don," she said. "You saved my life, saved my career. I just wish you hadn't had to see me like this. Those terrible photos, and then – well, me with Kirk."

"Jane, go put something on," he said coldly. "I want a complete explanation of all this – but not while you're freezing to death."

Jane reddened and hurried to her room where she put on a cozy blue terry cloth bathrobe. When she returned to the living room, Don had made strong drinks for them both. She sat on the couch next to him and sipped her drink gratefully. She needed it before she could talk about the terrible things she'd done.

"Don," she said finally, "I just didn't seem to be able to resist Kirk. I mean, I hated him, but when he touched me – well, I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't control myself. I've thought a lot about it, why I behaved that way with someone I despised. And the only thing I can think of is that I had no other outlet. I waited a long long time for sex, Don, but when you didn't respond, I – oh, God, I satisfied myself with those sadistic little hoodlums. I'm so sorry. I know – I've ruined it for us."