Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

Even he wasn't strong enough to part them.

"Bitch," he growled, "you fuckin' bitch. Get your legs open."

"No," Jane said, "that's one thing you can't force me to do, Kirk and you know it. I'll scream my head off and you'll be caught, and you'll be charged with rape. I know even you don't want to go to jail."

His angry face showed defeat. "All right," he said, "but I ain't letting you go till I get some satisfaction. I'll make a deal. You jack me off, and I'll let you leave."

Jane flushed deeply. She was offended by the idea, but it seemed the quickest way to get away from him. "All right," she said grimly.

Kirk grinned and got off her, his good spirits restored. He sat down at her own desk chair, slouched forward, and brazenly thrust his pale erect prick at her. Blushing deeply, Jane knelt before him and gingerly curled her fingers around his hot silky prick. She'd never frigged a man before and didn't know how to proceed.

"Hey, get with it," Kirk growled. "Start pumping – and do it fast, baby. I dig it fast."

She did as he ordered, firming her warm little hand around his hard throbbing meat, pumping fast and hard. To her shame she found it a turn-on. Kirk grinned and reddened with pleasure, and soon he was pumping his hips, feeding her his aroused creaming cock.

"Yeah, yeah, jack me off, teach," he panted, "make me come."

Just then there was a knack at the classroom door…

Jane froze. What was she going to do? She pictured herself being caught like that, on her knees, jacking off one of her own students. Then she remembered that the door was locked. Whoever it was knocked again.

"Jane?" Don called. "Are you still there?"

Kirk, red-faced with lust, still pumping his hugely swollen dick in her fist, whispered homely, "Make him wait. You gotta bring me off. You gotta."

"I-I'll be a few more minutes, Don," Jane called. "Could you wait for me in the parking lot?"

"Right," said Don.

She went back to pumping Kirk's stiff young cock, feeling she must be caught in a nightmare. How in God's name did she ever get into this ludicrous situation? She pumped faster and faster, wanting to get it over with, wanting to get away from this sneering punk. A few more seconds, and Kirk gave a hoarse yelp and shot thick white jism across the room.

"Awwww, yeah!" he sighed.

Jane felt his cock shrinking in her hand, and she dropped it as if it were a venomous snake. She snatched up her coat and purse and hurried to the door. She could hear Kirk's mocking laughter as she rushed out into the hall. She ran all the way to the parking lot, where she found Don leaning against her car.

"Sorry," she said, "I had a few papers to grade."

"That's all right," he said with a look of concern, "but what's wrong, honey? You look upset."

Jane could have moaned. She had plenty to be upset about. The man she loved had proved to be a dud in bed, and her most incorrigible student had tried to tape her, then forced her to masturbate him. But she couldn't tell any of that to Don, for fear of hurting his feelings.

"Oh, just a long day, I guess," Jane sighed. "I've never been able to deal with Mondays. What did you want to talk to me about, Don?"

"I just wanted, to ask you to have dinner with me," he said. "We don't see enough of each other."

Jane softened. "That would be nice, dear," she said, "but perhaps not tonight. I'm awfully tired. How about tomorrow? We can leave right after school."

"Great," said Don, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "See you then."

Jane drove home and soaked in a hot bath. She was tired, like she'd told Don, but more than that, she was upset. She blushed hotly as she remembered the scandalous thing she'd done in the classroom, actually having an orgasm when that terrible boy played with her. Could she ever live that down? Of course only Kirk knew about it, but she'd be seeing him every day, having to look him in the eye.

Well, there was nothing to be dope about it now. She couldn't change what had happened. She'd just have to be more careful in the future, that was all. She needed a man her own age who could really take care of all her pent-up sexual needs. If only Don were that man! She was so fond of him.

Jane changed into a comfortable terry cloth robe and devoted the evening to grading papers. About eight o'clock the doorbell rang. Jane opened the front door and was stunned to see Kirk standing there. He was wearing his standard outfit of tight jeans and leather jacket, and he had a cruel smile on his face.

"Hi, teach," he said, "ain't you gonna let me in?"

"No, I'm not, Kirk," she said nervously. "I had more than enough of you this afternoon. I don't want any contact with you except in class. Now please go away."

He strode forward, and bumped her with his shoulder, making her stumble back into the living room. He came right after her, slamming the door behind him, locking it. Jane gawked at him. What was she going to do now? She already knew she wasn't strong enough to fight him off.

"Oh, Kirk, please," she said, "let's not start again. I swear I'll report you this time. I don't want you."

"Like hell you don't," Kirk said. He swaggered around the living room, looking over her furniture, a cocky leer on his face. "Listen, teach, don't give me any of that bullshit. I had my finger up your cunt, remember? You came. I felt you come. Oh, you were turned on, all right."

Jane blushed beet red. So he HAD noticed. It was just as she'd feared. She tried to lie her way out of it. "That's ridiculous," she said. "I hated every minute of it. I don't get excited about rape."

Kirk stared at her. "You lying bitch," he hissed. "I been around, baby, and I know when a chick comes. You creamed all over my finger. You went ape. And listen, that's okay, I dig it. But what pissed me off was, you wouldn't fuck me after that. You got off on what I was doing, but you wouldn't ball. So I came here to finish the job."

So it was as simple as that – he'd come to rape her. As a single woman for so many years, Jane had often thought about the possibility of rape and how to emerge from it with the least damage to herself. She'd told herself very, sensibly to give in, just get it over with, rather than risk injury. But now for the first time she was confronted with the real thing, and her pride told her to fight. She didn't want this leering cruel punk using her body.

"I won't do it," she said grimly. "I don't want you, and I'll never do it with you. For the last time, Kirk, get out of here and leave me alone – or I'll call the police. I've really had it with you."

He studied her for what seemed an eternity, his eyes cold and calculating. They were standing in the middle of the living room, and Jane glanced about her, looking for escape routes. She couldn't match his strength, but she might be able to get outdoors and scream for help. Suddenly Kirk spoke.

"I don't like being turned down," he said. "And I don't like you. I been stuck in that class, hearing you call me a dummy, trying to learn all that crap, and I'm sick of it. I think you got this coming, lady."

"Kirk, I never called you any such thing," Jane said. "I've done my best to help you and…"

He slapped her hard across the face. "I don't like wasting a lotta time talking," he said. "Let's get to it. Get those clothes off."

As Jane reeled back from the force of his blow, she realized she wasn't dealing with a rational person. Kirk's war against all adults, his hatred of authority figures like teachers, was all being focused into an attack on her. Words wouldn't help her because he wasn't listening. She darted past him, headed for the front door.

"Come back here, cunt," he growled.

She reached the door, only to find it locked. As she fumbled frantically with the lock, Kirk seized her from behind and dragged her back to the center of the room. While Jane wept and struggled, he wrestled her to the floor and sat on her. His face was red with fun.