"Teacher turns on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Egan Norma)

CHAPTER TWO

When Jane reported for work the next morning to teach her English classes at Oakdale High, she was still feeling depressed and disappointed about her first experience with sex. As much as she loved Don, she felt he was a meek and uninspired lover that he could never satisfy the cravings she'd built up during so many years of spinsterhood.

Still when she saw him in the hall before classes, her face lit up. He was a sweet man, and she couldn't forget the nice times they'd had together. "Good morning, Don," she said cordially.

Dan colored slightly, no doubt remembering their love-making. "How are you?" he said, taking her hand. "I hope you're all right after – well, you know."

"Of course," Jane said, "I'm fine."

She went off feeling irritated. Why did he have to treat her like a china doll? She was healthy as a home, more than ready for the vigorous sex life he was denying her. She found herself, faced with a terrible dilemma – whether to marry the man she loved, even though she knew he couldn't take care of her in bed. That wasn't going to be an easy decision.

Her classes took her mind off her problems for the rest of the day. Jane was a popular and respected teacher, but the kids were still a handful, more interested in rapping and flirting than in learning English composition. There was one kid in particular, Kirk Stone, who consistently gave, her trouble. She dreaded the last class of the day, when Kirk would be there.

Kirk was eighteen, blond, and husky, and though he was an attractive boy and on the football team, he was also a delinquent. He'd been suspended from school twice and had appeared in juvenile court several times for joy riding and drinking beer under age. He was cocky and defiant, carrying out some private war against the whole adult world. Jane tried to get along with him as best she could, but some days nothing could make him behave.

Today was one of those days. Kirk was talking nonstop to another boy in the back row, distracting the rest of the class from the lesson. Finally Jane was fed up.

"Kirk," she said, "come and sit in the front row. We've had enough of your talking."

Kirk grinned as he gathered his books and came to the front row of chairs. He slouched insolently in his seat and didn't bother to take notes. He just stared at Jane, making her uncomfortable. Just as disconcerting, she couldn't seem to help staring at his crotch. Slouched forward like that, in such tight jeans, the soft lump of his cock was blatantly revealed. Perhaps that was just what he intended. A boy like Kirk would do anything to freak the teacher.

"Kirk," she said suddenly, catching him off guard, "I'd like you to explain today's lesson."

He reddened and said, "I, uh, didn't get a chance to do it, Miss White."

Jane sighed and said, "Kirk, at this rate you'll be lucky if you pass. I think you'd better stay after class and talk to me."

"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.

"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.

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…