Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

"Fannnn-tastic," Kirk chuckled. "Hey, teach, you like having your tits sucked?"

Jane's face flamed, and she said nothing. She refused to reply to his lewd remarks. Kirk just laughed, and then he dipped his blond head down over her pointed pale boobs. Suddenly she felt her right nipple being sucked swiftly into wetness, into searing heat, deep into his mouth. He started sucking hungrily on the soft sensitive bud, making a loud slurping noise.

"Oh, nooo." Jane sobbed.

It was bad enough to be humiliated by this punk, but even worse, she couldn't deny the wicked excitement she felt as Kirk sucked hotly on her nipple. Don had fondled her breasts, yes, but he hadn't used his mouth on them. He'd hidden a whole new dimension of pleasure from her. Having her tits sucked felt fantastically good.

Helplessly she felt her aroused nipple going stiff and erect in Kirk's hotly sucking mouth. Her pussy was growing hot, and steamy and swollen with arousal. How could this be happening? She despised the kid, yet she was getting horny for him. She must have denied herself too long. Maybe she was making up for lost time.

"Well, well, just look at that," Kirk laughed, raising his head and fingering her wet erect nipple. "Let's try the other one."

"Oh, Kirk, no," Jane wept.

He paid no attention, just bent and sucked in her other nipple. It was still soft, but only a few seconds of his hot hungry sucking brought it into taut erection. Jane was helpless to stop him, and she could only struggle to hide the signs of her wicked arousal, clamping her jaws shut, stifling her moans of excitement. She must get herself under control. It would be mortifying to let herself be seduced by this punk.

Kirk popped his mouth off her erect slick nipple and leered down at her. "You dig that, teach?" he said. "You like it when I suck your tits?"

"Let me go," Jane said coldly. "I'm not interested in any of this, Kirk. The longer you go on, the more trouble you'll be in."

His face darkened with annoyance. "Man, you're really something else," he said. "Can't you admit you like it? Are you frigid or something? Well, baby, I'm gonna make you admit you like it. Hue's something I know you can't resist."

He began to snake his hot sweaty hand up her skirt.

Jane gasped and lurched violently beneath him flaying with her tits was bad enough, but she simply could not permit him to touch her most intimate parts. She wept and struggled, but Kirk managed to keep her arms pinned while his free hand crept up her thigh and finally touched the moist crotch of her panties.

"Yet," he sneered, "this is gonna turn you on, all right."

That was just what Jane feared. She didn't want to let herself go with this juvenile delinquent, but she'd been without sex for so long that even Kirk's touch excited her. If only Don were taking care of her in bed, this wouldn't be happening – but there was nothing she could do about that now. She could only try to persuade the boy to stop.

"Kirk," she said desperately, "I'll make a deal. If you let me go right now, I won't tell anyone about this."

"No deal," he said. "I'm having too much fun. I been thinking about you all year, teach, thinking about doing this to you. I ain't gonna quit now."

He thrust his hand up to her waist and seized her panties and pantyhose, roughly jerking them down. He worked them over her lovely rounded ass and down over her glossy brown muff, while Jane wept and struggled in vain. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and stared eagerly at her naked bush.

"Real nice," he said, started to breath heavily. "I don't like a hairy snatch, but yours is just right. Let's see what's down here."

"Oh, God, NO!" Jane gasped.

He was too strong for her. He pulled her rumpled garments down farther and forced her legs apart, revealing the ripe flesh of her pussy, swollen scarlet skin fringed with a delicate circle of brawn curls. He eyed the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt and licked his lips. Jane could have died of humiliation.

"Aren't you satisfied now?" she spat. "For God's sake, let me go."

"No way," Kirk chuckled.

He cupped the soft curly patch of her muff and pressed down gently but suggestively. In spite of her shock and horror, Jane felt an immediate response in her pussy, a rush of wetness and arousal. Her pussy seemed to have no conscience at all, eager and ready for any stimulus. Kirk leered down at her, and she blushed deeply.

"This turning you on, teach?" he laughed.

"Certainly not," Jane lied. "I don't know what you're proving except that you're a bully and a creep."

"Oh, my, my," Kirk taunted, "am I being a naughty boy? Well, sorry about that, I guess I'm just a natural baddie. I dig playing with pussies. You got a real nice one, too."

His fingers tickled down through her lush brown bush and snaked between the hot fleshy lips of her mans. She braced herself as she felt him touching the moist lump of her clit, but she couldn't blot out the rush of hot pleasure she felt as he fingered her there. He seized the little button just as Don had done last night and began to roll it swiftly between his fingers.

"Noooo!" Jane wailed.

Red with shame, she felt her immoral pussy responding greedily to Kirk's fingers. Her clit was her most sensitive organ, her greatest source of erotic pleasure. As he massaged the slick little button, her cunt started to leak hot sticky juice in a steady stream, and her whole pussy swelled up hot and fat and ready. She prayed Kirk wasn't experienced enough to know what it all meant.

"How about this, teach?" he laughed. "You dig it?"

"Oh, God, no," Jane sobbed. "Stop, please, stop."

Kirk frowned. "Jesus, maybe you are frigid," he said. "But I ain't licked yet. I know a few more tricks."

Jane didn't know how much longer she could endure his "tricks" without revealing her intense excitement. She hadn't been so wildly aroused in years. She kept her jaws clamped, making no noises of pleasure, but she couldn't stop the heavy hot creaming of her cunt. She stiffened and braced herself as she felt Kirk's fingers leaving her erect and throbbing clit and tickling down even lower in her steamy pussy.

"Let's see how you like this," he panted.

Jane felt his stiff middle finger wiggling into her soaked tight cunt mouth. Even that thin penetration felt wonderful, and to her horror she creamed hugely around his invading finger. Kirk grinned and wriggled the finger deeper, char to the last knuckle in her boiling-hot box. Jane struggled not to respond.

"Jesus, you got a tight one," Kirk said wonderingly. "Nice an' wet, too. I think you been putting me on, baby. I think you're really getting off on this. Let's find out."

Suddenly he began working his rigid long finger swiftly up and down in her snug little cunt, working it like a miniature cock. Caught by surprise, Jane had no time to defend herself against the sudden jolts of pleasure she felt from his wicked finger-fucking. Her excited pussy juiced wildly, and to her horror she felt herself rising very close to orgasm.

"No!" she wailed, "noooo – Ohhhhhh!"

It was too late. Her starved cunt responded to his jerking finger with a powerful climax. Helplessly she writhed and creamed and moaned for long delicious seconds. When her spasms died away, she looked up to see Kirk leering at her. He knew. Oh, God, he knew. She turned red with shame.

"So you ain't frigid," he said. "That's nice to know. Now I know you'll dig this." He quickly unzipped his jeans and took out his fiercely erect young cock.

Jane stared at the hard six inches of pale meat, the silky-smooth stalk and dull-rose head. She couldn't let this leering kid fuck her, she just couldn't. She had her reputation and self-respect to consider. As Kirk moved into position to ball her, she clamped her legs shut and kept them that way.