Norma Egan: Teacher turns on

"Now listen," he spat. "I can go on hitting you, or you can do what I say. What's it gonna be?"

Jane knew he was mad enough to hurt her badly. She hated it but she had only one choice. "All right," she tearfully, "I'll do what you want. But remember, this is rape, and you'll go to jail for it."

He just sneered. "Skip the lectures, teach," he said harshly. "Just do what I tell you. Get up and start taking off those clothes."

He got off her and flopped into a chair. Jane took a deep breath as she got to her feet, then untied the belt of her robe. She didn't dare try another escape and risk his brutality. With a little sob she slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood before the leering boy wearing only a skimpy set of lacy panties and bra.

He made her stand there blushing while he stared and stared. His look was mocking and sadistic. Finally he said, "Take off the bra, teach." Jane reached around and found the hook of her bra. She wished she could drop through the floor, but no such luck. She opened her bra and slowly drew it forward, off over her arms, till it floated to the carpet. Her big beautiful tits quivered just slightly, great ripe creamy globes capped with dainty soft dark-red nipples.

Kirk looked at her boobs and licked his lips. "You sure got a swell set of jugs, teacher," he snickered. "Wish the rest of the class could see 'em. Move a little for me, dance."

"Oh, God," Jane muttered.

But he was poised to spring from that chair and hit her if she didn't obey, so she blushingly executed a few dance steps, swaying before him, her large heavy breasts wobbling and bouncing. Kirk grinned appreciatively. Jane could have died of humiliation.

"Okay, now the panties," he said. "Come an, come on, get with it."

Jane was hesitating, weeping with shame, but the impatience in his voice made her act. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of her low-cut lacy panties and began to slip the garment down. Kirk sat forward in his chair, staining for the best view. He started to grin as the descending panties showed the glossy brown top of her bush.

"Yeah, yeah, keep going, baby," he said huskily. "I wanta see that nice pussy again."

Jane moaned softly as she slipped her panties down over the pert rounds of her butt and let the garment slither down her legs. She stepped out of her panties and stood before there stark naked, her glossy brown muff set off by her pale smooth belly. She'd never felt so exposed in her life.

"Nice," Kirk breathed, "real nice. You got a fantastic body, teach. I can't figure why you waste it on that sissy Davis. I could do a lot better for you."

Jane bit back a hostile retort. It might well be true that a little savage like Kirk, who knew no restraint, would excite her more in bed than her gentle fiance, but she wouldn't dream of trading a good man like Don for this sadistic punk. She waited, blushing and trembling, while Kirk leered at her body.

He glutted his eyes on her tall curved figure, pausing at her ripe red-nippled boobs and her little triangle of pussy fur. He took his time, grinning and licking his lips, prolonging her humiliation. Finally he stood up, stretched, and walked over to her. Jane had to force herself not to scream and flee. He walked to within a foot of her and stood there leering.

"Okay, teach," he said, "so far, so good. You keep cooperating like that, we'll get alone fine. NOW I want you to undress me."

Jane shuddered. She remembered his hard hot sweaty flesh from this afternoon, and she didn't want to touch him again. She had no choice, though. Sobbing, she went to her knees and helped him out of his sneakers. She stood up again and removed his leather jacket, then pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tousling his straight blond hair. His chest was broad and strong but nearly hairless.

"You're doing just great, teach," Kirk laughed. "Now get my pants."

She sank to her knees again, trembling more than ever. Her hands shook so much, she was clumsy and slow as she unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his fly. She opened the fly and was relieved to see that he was wearing shorts. Her final humiliation could be postponed just a little longer. She slipped down his jeans and helped him step out of them.

"Now the fun part, huh, baby?" he taunted.

Jane was on an eye, level with his crotch, and she stared at the soft sleepy lump under the white cotton. At least he didn't have a hard-on yet. Shuddering, she seized his shorts and drew them off. She took one glance at his limp white prick, a wrinkled little appendage dangling from a thick blond bush. Then she started to get up.

Kirk put his hand on her head and held her in place. "Stay down," he said. "You ain't finished yet. You gotta get me hard."

Jane moaned. He was going to take every opportunity to embarrass and humiliate her, that was obvious. She eyed his soft dangling cock, his glistening – golden pubic hairs, his limp rosy nut sacs. She'd waited so long for a view like this, the chance to explore a man, but she wanted it to be with someone she loved. Kirk revolted her.

"Take my meat in your hand," he ordered excitedly. "Pump it like you did today, baby."

It was like preparing the noose for her own hanging, but Jane knew she had no choice. Gingerly she curled her fingers around the soft sleepy prick and began to pump it. It was limp and shrunken that it fit easily into her fist. As she pumped, his dangling red balls wobbled lewdly. Kirk sighed happily as she frigged him, no doubt digging her humiliation as much as he dug her fist.

"Yeah, that's it," he sighed, "only faster. Get me good and hard, baby – then we can really have some fun."

Jane shuddered to think of it, but she did as he asked, pumping even harder and faster on his silky-soft little peter. She worked and worked at it, but Kirk didn't get hard. Something was holding him back – anger? She was glad for whatever it was. He couldn't fuck her with a limp cock.

"Hold it," he said. "This ain't working. Let's try something else. Use your tongue, baby. Lick my cock."

Jane turned red. She felt a wave of disgust. She'd heard of oral sex, of course, but she thought it was something done only by prostitutes or by people too jaded to get off in the "normal" way. She dropped his limp meat and shuddered.

"I-I couldn't do that," she said.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and said, "You damn well better do it if you don't wanta be bald."

Jane moaned and quickly picked up his wrinkled pale prick again. Kirk let go of her hair and gave a grunt of approval. His soft flaccid meat lay on her hand, milky-white and laced with tiny blue veins. She stared at it and wondered how to proceed. She'd just have to experiment and find out. Trembling, she stuck out her little wet pink tongue and began to lick the soft stern of his cock.

"Oh, yeah," Kirk gasped, "yeah, that's it."

It was shocking enough to be on her knees tonguing a man's cock, but it was even more shocking to discover that it excited her. She liked the silky hot texture of his skin, liked the light salty taste of his dick. She enjoyed the act of licking, even the wickedness of giving head. After just a few moments she felt saliva pooling hotly in her mouth, and she followed her naughty urge to lick faster and with more pressure.

As her pretty pink tongue tickled faster and faster on his sensitive pale prick, Kirk gasped and said, "Hey, teach, you're really doing okay. I mean, you're no pro, but you're getting the idea real quick. You ever go down on ol' Davis?"

Jane blushed and didn't answer. He just laughed. She licked from the bushy blond base of his cock clear up to the bright red head. As her slick hot tongue tip touched the rosy head of his prick, Kirk gasped again, and suddenly his cock lunged into action. Jane's tongue skidded off as his soft meat abruptly twitched and grew. Before her wide eyes it got long and thick and rigid, the head going big and knobby and purple.