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

CHAPTER THREE

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.

"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.

"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!"