Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

"Hey, teach," Kirk whined, "I'm busy thou. I got some guys to meet."

"Sorry, Kirk," said Jane, "but I feel this is more important to your future than any social gathering. I'll talk to you after class."

Kirk glared at her for the rest of the hour, and Jane wondered what she could possibly say to him. He seemed to have made up his mind to defy the whole world. Finally the bell rang and the other students hurried out, glad to be done with school for the day. Kirk was still slouched in his chair, pouting. Again Jane found herself glancing at the lewd bulge of his crotch. What was wrong with her today, anyhow?

"Okay, teach," Kirk growled, "what's so damned important that you have to make me miss my date?"

"Your future is important," Jane said, sitting down next to him. "If you don't have a high school diploma, Kirk, you won't get anywhere. Do you really want to pump gas the rest of your life?"

"Why don't you mind your own business, lady?" Kirk snarled, leaping to his feet.

Jane hated to give up on any student even a disagreeable and surly one like Kirk. She gently seized his wrist and held him back from leaving. "Please listen to me, Kirk," she said earnestly. "I really care about…"

That was as far as she got. Suddenly, to her surprise and shock, Kirk was kissing her.

Jane couldn't believe it was happening, and she was too stunned for a moment to struggle. He'd glanced at her hand on his arm, grinned, and then embraced her roughly, grinding his mouth against hers. He pulled her very tight against him, her tender mans rubbing his tight crotch. She felt his slick hot tongue snaking deep into her mouth.

"Mmmph!" Jane protested.

She felt his rough young hands running up and down her body, eagerly exploring her lush curves. He was taller than her, stronger, and when she started to push against his shoulders, she found she couldn't get loose. All she could do was jerk her face away from his rough wet kiss.

"Kirk, for heaven's sake," she gasped, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Kissing you, I guess," he laughed.

"But I'm your teacher," Jane said indignantly.

"So what?" said Kirk with an evil grin. "You're still a real sexy broad."

"Kirk!" Jane cried.

She struggled with him again, trying to slap his face for his impudence, but he easily overpowered her. He grabbed her wrists and held them behind her. Off balance, she was easily maneuvered across the room till he had her backed up against a wall. Her big thrusting breasts, heaving with effort, almost touched his chest.

"Kirk," she panted, "you're going to be in big trouble if you don't let me go."

"Aw, relax, teach," he said. "Let's have some fun. I hear you don't have any guy except that sissy Mr. Davis. I bet he don't even know what it is or where to put it. I think maybe you're up for an experienced guy."

Jane laughed harshly. "That's you, I suppose?"

"You'd be surprised," Kirk said, leaning closer, his broad hard chest touching the tips of her big breasts. "Why don't you let me show you?"

"Oh, Kirk, don't be ridiculous," Jane said. "Let me go this instant, or I'll have to tell the principal about this."

"Come off it, teach," Kirk said, leaning still closer, brushing her face with his moist lips, "I seen you looking at me today. You kept looking at my fly. I'd be glad to show you what's in there."

Jane's face flamed. Had she been that obvious? She could have wept with shame. But embarrassment wasn't her immediate problem. This boy was terribly strong, and she had to get away from him somehow. There was no telling what he might do. Obviously he didn't care about the consequences.

"Kirk," she said as calmly as she could, "I'm only trying to help you."

"Great," he said, "I'll tell you the kind of help I need right now. I'm so horny I could die. How about helping me out, teach?"

It was no use, words weren't going to affect him, and he didn't care if he got into trouble. Jane put all her strength into one last effort to break loose. Kirk only laughed as she struggled, then pushed her hard against the wall and jammed his mouth onto hers again. Her muffled cries were stifled as he thrust his thick tongue into her mouth.

She couldn't escape the horny hard press of his body. His powerful chest flattened her big soft tits, and his hard crotch pressed hungrily against her tender mans. Even duo ugh her clothes she could feel the heat of his crotch. She felt something else, too, a helpless excitement. My God, what was wrong with her? She was his teacher and old enough to be his mother!

Jane jerked her face aside and gasped, "Kirk, please, let me go. I don't want you."

"How do you know?" he laughed harshly. "You haven't even tried me yet. Come on, teach, let's get it on."

He wrestled her to the floor. She wished now that she hadn't locked the door after the others left, but at the time she didn't want her talk with Kirk interrupted. Some talk! She found herself writhing on the hardwood floor under his sweaty young body, twisting her face to avoid another kiss. Buttons were popping on her suit jacket, laying it open, and her short tweed skirt was riding up her thighs.

"Stop, oh, please, stop," she sobbed.

"Give it a chance, baby," Kirk panted, trying to hold the writhing woman in place. "Just let me show you what I can do for you. I bet I can turn you on a lot better than Davis."

Bitterly Jane didn't doubt that. In spite of her terror and disgust, her long-deprived body was responding to him, digging the hot hard pressure of his young male body on top of her. She felt a wicked warmth in her pussy, a moistening, an all-too-familiar longing which had nothing to do with conscience or morality.

"Kirk, I could have you thrown out of school for this," she wept.

"I don't give a shit," he said. "I'm gonna quit anyway. I just wanta get a better look at you, lady. I been watching you all year, and I really like what I see."

Pinning her arms under her, Kirk seized the neckline of her white cotton blouse and savagely ripped the garment open clear to her waist. Stunned and shocked, Jane could only stare as the evilly grinning teenager eyed her full-packed white lace bra. Her creamy ripe breasts seemed ready to pop from the tight confinement.

"I always wondered if them jugs were for real," Kirk chuckled. "Now I'm gonna find out."

"Kirk, NO!" Jane wailed.

She struggled hard but couldn't free her arms. With one big sweaty hand Kirk held them pinned, and with the other he seized her bra and tore it in half. The ripped halves fell away, and Jane's gorgeous round breasts were revealed, naked and slightly quivering, the rosy nipples soft and dainty. Jane moaned and blushed with shame, while Kirk gawked hungrily at her big firm jugs.

"Holy shit," he breathed, "they're real, all right. Jesus, teach, you got gorgeous knockers."

"Oh, for God's sake," Jane sobbed, "that's enough. You've humiliated me enough, Kirk. Let me go."

"Oh, I ain't through with you yet," he said, "Not by along shot."

He reached out and cupped one melon-size breast. Jane flinched under the sweaty scalding-hot touch, then moaned in shame as he squeezed her lovely firm tit. The boy softened fox a moment, delighted with her silky warm flesh and the thrill of cupping and fondling such a big beautiful breast.

He ran his hand all over the quivering globe.

"I never touched such big ones before," he said wonderingly. "I bet ol' Davis goes ape when he plays with 'em."

Jane couldn't help thinking that Don had never tried to touch her breasts. Many men had pursued her with just that intention, and though she didn't like it, she was used to it, knowing her tits were larger than average and very attractive to men. She certainly wasn't surprised at Kirk's reaction. But that didn't lessen the embarrassment of having a sweaty, horny adolescent pawing her breasts while she lay helplessly pinned beneath him.