Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

"All right," Kirk said triumphantly. "Now we can get down to business. Down on your back, baby. Spread those legs."

Frightened as she was of him, she could endure only so much humiliation. "No," she said. "Oh, please, no, Kirk. Anything but that. I'll jack you off if you want, but…"

The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back, Kirk's hard heavy body pinning her down, forcing the breath out of her lungs. She looked into his contorted face and knew she'd made a terrible mistake. He was squeezing her wrists painfully tight.

"You gonna do it," he said, "or do you wanta get hit?"

"All right, all right," Jane gasped, "I'll do it."

He slid off her and roughly opened her legs, exposing her lush scarlet slit with its fine fringe of brown curls. Jane hated having him gawk at her naked pussy, but there was worse to come. He scrambled between her soft thighs, knelt, and fitted the far hard purple head of his cock to the tight little mouth of her cunt. He leered evilly at her as he started to push his cock into her.

"Jesus Christ," he exclaimed angrily, "You're dry. You're too damned dry to fuck, you bitch. Well, I'll fix that."

Her tiny near-virgin cunt just wouldn't admit him without lubrication, but unfortunately he knew what to do about it. He quickly pried open the furry lips of her mans and exposed the little red bump of her clit. Jane moaned as he seized the ultrasensitive little organ and began to roll it between his fingers. She feared it would be her downfall, and she was right. Instant stunning pleasure melted her belly.

"Oh, noooo," she whined.

"Stay still," Kirk snapped. "Stay still, or you know what'll happen."

Jane lay there sobbing, trying to blot out the delicious pleasure that washed through her body, but it was no use. His wicked clit-frigging felt so damned good, she couldn't resist it. Slowly she relaxed, her body glowed with sensual enjoyment, and her pussy began to swell and heat and moisten. She hated herself for her response but knew it was the price she had to pay for so many years of self-denial.

"Yeah, yeah, dig it, baby," Kirk laughed. "I can feel you getting wet."

It was true. Her traitor cunt was starting to leak hot sticky juice onto his fingers. Her whole pussy was swelling tight and hot with need. All her life it hadn't taken much to get her horny, but this was overkill. In just a few moments of Kirk's expert finger play, she was aching to be balled, her whole ripe red pussy soaked with steamy juice. But she was damned if she'd let him know how much she wanted that stiff young cock of his.

"You're soaked, baby," he said, withdrawing his hand. "You're ready now. You're really gonna dig this, teacher. I can guarantee ol' Davis never screwed you like this."

Jane was still gasping from the dizzying pleasure of having her clit frigged, but as Kirk once again drew her legs open and stated to crawl between them, she was instantly alert. She gasped and rolled away from him and bounced to her feet. She didn't care if she had to run naked into the street. She just couldn't give herself to this little creep.

"Goddamn you, come back here," Kirk snarled. She was on her way to the door again, but he made a flying tackle and brought her down on the thick gold carpet. He was too strong, too skilled, for her. In one dizzying second she was on her back, Kirk wriggling between her thighs while he held her arms down. She felt the huge bulbous head of his stiff cock popping into the tiny tight mouth of her cunt.

"Noooo!" Jane wailed.

He flopped heavily onto her, pinning her securely, and grunted and pushed. Her cunt was juicy now, and in spite of it's snugness he managed to work his thick meat slowly into her, sweating and jerking, till his fat rosy balls came to rest against her steamy slit. Jane felt breathlessly stuffed with his hugely swollen iron-hard cock.

Kirk paused to gasp for breath and look down at her, his young face gleefully cruel. "Hey, teach," he panted, "that cock feel good to you?"

"Oh, God, no," Jane wept. "Please, take it out. I don't want it."

But she was lying. To her horror, the moment he began pushing roughly into her, she felt blinding pleasure, the hottest erotic excitement of her life. He wasn't slow and gentle like Don, he was rough and impatient but for some perverse reason it aroused her much more than Don's tenderness. She creamed heavily, helplessly, all around Kirk's deeply-thrust prick.

"You got a great box, teach," he gasped, "real nice ad tight. I'm gonna enjoy fucking you."

His hips began to slain up and down, their bellies smacking loudly together, as Kirk started to ball her hard and fast and deep, his rock-hard prick pounding relentlessly in her tender snug little hole. Jane almost fainted with pleasure. Her years of solitude had made her feverishly ready for this kind of savage rape-like fucking. She couldn't control herself a moment longer. Moaning hoarsely, she gave into it.

"Ahhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ahhhhh, God!"

"You like it, baby?" Kirk gasped.

"Yessss!" Jane cried. "Oh, yes, yes!"

Even his mocking laughter didn't cool her excitement. She was creaming lava-like floods around his pounding meat, and in another second she was coming, wailing hoarsely and bucking her hips furiously. Kirk slipped his hands under her wriggling little ass and pulled her even tighter against him, sawing his long hard cock deliciously back and forth over her sensitive clit, intensifying her orgasm.

"More?" he panted.

"Yesssss," Jane moaned, "oh, God, yes, don't ever stop… I want more. Fuck me, fuck me!"

He did just that, slamming his tireless young cock brutally in her red-hot little box while Jane came again and again. She'd regret it later, of course, but right now she had so many wasted years to make up for. She clung to the sweating moaning teen and dug her nails into his shoulders and jerked her famished pussy in time to his strokes.

"Yes, fuck me!" she wailed. "I need it!"

The next morning Jane woke with a moan of guilt as she remembered her wild love-making with Kirk. She had vague memories of being exhausted, sated, and of Kirk leaving around midnight. Much more vivid was the terrible shame she felt for having given way to her lust and fucking her own student. How was she going to face Kirk? And what about Don?

She had a living to make, classes to teach, so there was no choice but to get dressed and go to work as usual. All day she dreaded seeing the two men in her life. Sixth period came, and Kirk swaggered in, grinning at her. Jane wanted to sink through the floor.

Kirk behaved with relative restraint all through class. He didn't make any trouble, just slouched in his chair and grinned at her. Jane knew perfectly well what he was thinking. He must be remembering the spectacle she'd made of herself, the way she'd moaned and writhed in his arms and begged him to fuck her again and again. When the bell finally rang and the other kids trooped out of the room, Kirk stayed behind.

"Well, how about it, teach?" he said. "Do we get together again tonight?"

"I can't, Kirk," Jane said nervously. "I have a date with Mr. Dads."

"Break it," Kirk said, slipping an arm around her waist.

Jane shuddered. What had she gotten herself into? She couldn't very well report Kirk for rape, as she'd threatened, because she'd willingly cooperated with him. But she couldn't let him run her life, either, couldn't let him spoil things between her and Don. There had to be some way out of this nightmare.

"Kirk, I'm engaged to Mr. Davis, and I intend to many him when school's out," she said. "Don't try to wreck that. You'll really be pushing me too far. Do you understand?"

His hand trailed down to pat her nicely rounded ass. "Yeah, I dig," he sneered, "but that don't mean you can't keep seeing me. I gotta be better in bed than he is. You go ahead and keep your date, baby, but I'll be around."