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CHAPTER FOUR

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."

He swaggered out, and Jane sat down at her desk and sobbed. It was her own fault, she knew. If she'd only exercised a little self-control, she wouldn't be in Kirk's power. Still it was a terrible thing. If Kirk told anyone he'd been balling his teacher, she'd die of shame. She had to find some way to get the kid to leave her alone.

Presently Don arrived to take her out to dinner. She felt soothed by his quiet and considerate company, but there was no passion in it. He didn't make her wildly excited like Kirk did. She loved talking with Don, exchanging ideas, but he made no attempt to arouse her.

When he took her home, he cut the engine in front of her house and turned to her. "Jane," he said, "I think we ought to discuss what happened the other night. I feel badly about it."

"Why?" Jane said. "We didn't do anything wrong." Yet she, too, felt badly about it. It had been such a disappointment, Don's love-making so lukewarm and unexciting.

"Personally I feel we shouldn't do it again until we're married," Don said. "I agree there was nothing morally wrong with it, but I think it'd be better to wait."

"Whatever you say, Don," Jane replied. She was in no position to bargain. She didn't even know if she was going to marry Don, not after that disappointing experience.

"Good girl," he said, leaning over to kiss her. "That's why I love you – you've got good sense. Your emotions don't run away with you."

Jane thought about the irony of this as Don kissed her. She'd certainly let her emotions run away with her last night! She'd hardly shown good sense when she fucked a delinquent. Don's kiss was pleasant and affectionate but without a trace of passion. Didn't he ever get wildly horny like she did? Were they so badly matched?

"Good night, darling," she said. "See you tomorrow at school."

Don escorted her to her door, gave her another little peck of a kiss, and left. Jane stood there sighing as she fished for her key. Don was such a sweet man, right for her in every way – except the one big way. She just didn't know what to do about their engagement.

"Hi, teach."

Jane started and gasped at the unexpected voice. She whirled around and saw Kirk emerging from the tall shrubs by the door. He sauntered up to the porch with an evil grin on his face. She wondered how long he'd been waiting in the bushes, whether he'd spied on her and Don.

"You sure took your time," he said. "Thought you and lover boy would never get back. Hey, he's some kisser, ain't he? I could see you were really thrilled."

Jane said coldly, "What goes on between me and Mr. Davis is none of your business, Kirk. Also, I didn't ask you to wait for me, and I don't want you to come in. It's late and I'm tired."

Kirk scowled. "Look," he said, "you can't order me around any more. This ain't the classroom, teacher. How'd you like it if I told everybody at school that I got it on with you? I could shout it right now, let your neighbors know. Yeah, just start yelling that I been balling Miss White."

"Kirk, for God's sake, stop," Jane said urgently. She couldn't have the whole world knowing about her shame. She hurriedly unlocked the door and let him in, just for the sake of shutting him up. Anything was better than people finding out she'd fucked one of her own teenage students. Kirk grinned triumphantly as he followed her inside.

"That's more like it," he said. "You got any beer? I could use something to pick me up after all that waiting."

Jane got him a beer, hoping it would mellow him out and make him listen to reason. She fixed herself a strong drink and went to sit opposite him in the living room. It was time for a showdown. She just had to make him understand that an affair between them was out of the question.

"Kirk," she said solemnly, "we really can't go on seeing each other. You need a girl your own age, and I can't risk losing my job, wrecking my career, if anyone finds out about us. Also I love Mr. Davis, and if he knew about this, he'd leave me. Can't you understand that this is all wrong for me?"

He took a long swallow of beer, belched, and said, "Yeah, I understand all that, teach, but I don't give a shit about it. I'm sick of grownups ordering me around. I'm gonna call the shots for a change. Besides, you got nothing to worry about as long as I don't tell. And I ain't gonna tell as long as you do what I want. You dig?"

Jane nodded dismally. So that's how it was – become Kirk's sexual slave or lose her career and the man she loved. She took a long pull an her drink, needing the numbing alcohol. Kirk grinned and came to sit on the arm of her chair. He guzzled beer with one hand, and with the other he reached down and caressed the sharp jut of her breasts. Jane trembled and shuddered.

"How can you want a woman who doesn't want you?" she said.

"Oh, you want me," Kirk sneered. "I know that much, baby. I ain't gonna forget last night. You couldn't get enough. You kept asking for more. That don't sound like you don't want me."

Jane blushed with shame. Kirk was too young to understand that it wasn't him she wanted, that she was simply starved for sex. He had the egotistical notion that she was wild about him. Now he downed the rest of his beer, tossed the can aside, and pulled her to her feet.

"Lot's be comfortable this time, okay?" he said. "Take me to your bedroom."

Not knowing what else to do, Jane led the way down the ball to her room, Kirk humming happily behind her. She flicked on the bedside lamp, and Kirk kicked off his shoes, took off his jacket, and pulled off his t-shirt. Jane couldn't help a little tingle of excitement at the sight of his broad hard chest. He might be a punk, but he had a fine young body.

"Come on, teach, get undressed," he said. "Let's not waste time."

Numbly Jane stepped out of her shoes. Kirk grinned and reached for the fly of his jeans. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as the grinning boy unzipped his pants and let them fall. Again the crotch of his shorts was soft and small, but that didn't seem to make him less confident. He started tugging down his shorts, and Jane blushed and looked away.

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" he taunted. "Don't you wanta see my dick?"

Jane didn't think she could stand another evening of his humiliation. With a sob, she bolted from the room, heading for the front door. She had no destination except to get away from that sadistic little creep. Kirk cursed and started after her. He caught her in the hall and knocked her roughly against the wall.

"Hey, you know, for a teacher, you don't learn very fast," he said. "get back in that bedroom and get those clothes off – unless you wanta get punished."

"Oh, please, Kirk," she wept, "for the last time, I don't want to have an affair with you. Please, please go find somebody else."

"I don't want anybody else," he hissed. "I dig fucking my nice teacher. Now MOVE!"

Jane stumbled back into the bedroom and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Kirk stayed in his shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch her, his eyes both lusty and wary. Slowly she took off her blouse, skirt, and pantyhose, listlessly letting them drop to the floor. Kirk's eyes focused hotly on her straining tightly packed bra.

"Go on," he said impatiently, "get that bra off. I wants see them great boobs of yours, teach."

Sobbing, she obeyed, unhooking her bra and letting it slide off. Her boldly thrusting breasts wobbled out, the nipples soft and dark red. Kirk licked his lips at the sight. He slipped off the bed and strolled over to her. Jane trembled as he reached out and seized both soft tender nipples. He rolled and massaged them between his fingers until they sprang into stiff bud-like erection.

"That's better," he laughed, stepped back to admire his work. "NOW get those panties off."

Jane felt encouraged. His touch had given her no excitement at all. Maybe this time she could hold out and not shame herself with arousal. While Kirk stood a few feet away and brazenly eyed her crotch, she slipped down her panties and stepped out of them. He chuckled and walked over again to pet the lush brown fur of her muff.

"You sure got a great body, teach," he said.

"Too bad it's wasted on that sissy. Well, it won't be wasted tonight, believe me. You an' me are gonna have a wild time."

As he spoke, he slipped his hand between her silky warm thighs and touched the soft red flesh of her slit. She'd felt nothing but fear and revulsion for him this evening, so there was no response. Her pussy was dry and cool. Kirk frowned at her. He wriggled a fingertip inside the tight mouth of her cunt and found it, too, dry and unresponsive.

"So you ain't turned on?" he said with irritation. "Well, I'll fix that in a hurry. Get over on the bed."

Jane listlessly obeyed. She couldn't fight him off, couldn't reason with him, so there was nothing to do but get it over with. At least she wasn't aroused, though. He wouldn't get the evil satisfaction of exciting her or making her come. If he didn't like a dry box, too damned bad.

Jane lay down on her back, keeping her legs modestly closed, and Kirk walked up close to the bed where she couldn't avoid seeing him and finished removing his shorts. His pale young cock was still flaccid, wrinkled and swaying gently. His rosy nut sacs were flat and lifeless. Jane again suspected that his pent-up hostility and anger made him slow in getting a hard-on.

"Here's what you want, baby," he said harshly, taking his limp prick and wagging it at her. "I know from last night that you really dig to fuck, so don't go telling me you don't want me."

Jane said nothing, just lay there and stared listlessly at him. She just wanted to get it over with. Kirk hopped up onto the bed and straddled her, his tight muscular ass resting gently on her big cushiony tits. He took his soft little peter and rested it on her lips. Jane's eyes grew wide with horror.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "you get the idea. You're gonna make me hard, baby. You're gonna lick my meat just like you did last night."

Jane felt disgusted and angry, but she knew that the quicker she got him hard, the sooner she'd be rid of him, so she stuck out her gleaming little pink tongue and began to lick his soft warm prick. Kirk grinned and held it for her, letting the floppy little cock hang right over her mouth. Jane obediently licked all around the rosy head of his cock and up and down the snowy-white blue-veined shaft.

"That's the stuff, teach," he chuckled. "Hey, you oughta teach this in class, get a little interest going. I'd be glad to help you demonstrate."

Jane went on licking, frying to ignore his taunts. He really was a sickie, she decided. He couldn't just make love to a woman, he had to humiliate and hurt her, too. She increased the speed and pressure of her cock-licking, wanting to get him hard fast, get the whole ugly scene over with. Kirk's evil grin broadened as her slick hot tongue moved faster over his silky-soft meat. HQ no doubt thought she was getting excited.

"Yeah, yeah, lick that cock, baby," he said. "Tastes good don't it?"

While Jane despised the boy, she had to admit that she enjoyed licking and tasting a soft young prick. Her tongue, lashed tutu and faster of its own accord, making his wrinkled cock flap and bounce, making it gleam with hot saliva. Kirk was beginning to flush with excitement, and soon he began to pant.

"Hey, lick my balls, too," he gasped, thrusting his pelvis forward roughly.

Jane found his limp warm cock tickling her nose, his soft rosy nut sacs dangling right over her mouth. Sighing, she did what he wanted, pressing the wet hot tip of her tongue to his red wrinkled balls, briskly licking the empty bags. The effect was instant and surprising. Kirk gave a low whine of pleasure, and his sleepy little peter suddenly stiffened.

"Yeah, that's it," he panted, "Keep licking my nuts. Get me real hard, baby, real hard. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, that's great."

Jane's tongue tickled and lashed and lathered his rapidly swelling balls. An inch from her eyes she could see his healthy young cock growing long and thick and hard, the veins standing out, the head changing from red to purple. She watched the inflating cock-head get huge and knobby, watched the dark silt mouth start oozing bright bubbles of juice.

"Yeah, yeah, keep going!" Kirk gasped.

In spite of herself Jane felt a tingle of excitement at the sight of that handsome hard meat. She knew herself, knew she was starved for the kind of savage prolonged fucking Kirk had given her last night, and she told herself not to lose control. She mustn't give this little creep the satisfaction of turning her on again.

"Okay, that's enough," Kirk sighed, getting off her.

His fiercely erect young prick hugged his flat hard belly. His rosy nut sacs were swollen up as big as golf balls, taut and stiff. With brutal glee he pulled her long shapely legs wide open, gawking hungrily at her lush red pussy. He sank to his knees between her warm soft thighs and eagerly pressed the tip of his cock against the tiny tight mouth of her twat.

"Goddamn, you," he muttered, "you're still dry. What's the matter with you, anyhow?"

"I told you," Jane said coldly, "I don't want you."

"Like hell you don't," Kirk snapped. "That's a Goddamn lie. You loved it when I balled you last night. And by God, you're gonna love it tonight."

He flopped down beside her and thrust his hand into her warm but dry pussy. Jane flinched and steeled herself not to respond. Grimly Kirk set about trying to arouse her. He seized the limp little shaft of her clit and started kneading it briskly. Jane felt an instant jolt of hot pleasure. She gritted her teeth. She wouldn't give in to him, she just wouldn't!

"Come on, bitch," Kirk hissed, "get wet. I know you dig this."

Jane liked it all right, she loved having her clit kneaded and tickled, but she wished that expert hand belonged to Don, not to Kirk. She kept grimly silent and unmoving, while his finger worked faster and faster on her tiny red joy button. Pleasure spread through her belly, and her pussy moistened slightly – but not enough to satisfy Kirk.

"Goddam you," he panted, "I'm gonna turn you on if it takes all night."

Jane stiffened as she felt his sweaty hot hand creeping even lower between her legs. She felt his stiff middle finger rimming the dry tight mouth of her cunt. Again she felt wicked pleasure, perverse arousal. She fought to stay dry and cool and unaroused, but her long-denied pussy had other ideas.

"I feel it, baby," Kirk said triumphantly, "I feel you getting wet down there."

It was all too true. Jane couldn't control the eager juicing of her greedy little cunt as Kirk rimmed and tickled the tight mouth with his fingertip. Her whole pussy was responding, getting fiery hot and steamy, swelling up tight with horny need. She felt a heavier and heavier flow of thick cream from her famished twat.

"Oh, STOP!" she cried in shame.

"Yeah, I'll stop," Kirk laughed coldly, taking his hand out of her crotch. "You're ready to fuck now. I knew it wouldn't take much to get you ready. I know you got real hot pants for me, baby."

His cruel bragging was too much. Horny as she was, much as she needed his tireless hard fucking, she couldn't give herself to this self-centered bully. She moaned and rolled violently away from him, off the bed, onto her feet. She raced for the living room and the freedom of the front door.

Kirk caught her by the ankle just as she reached the living room, and she went sprawling over the arm of an upholstered chair, her face in the seat, her legs hanging over, her lovely round butt sticking up in the air. Kirk laughed harshly and held her in that humiliating position. His hot sweaty hands pushed down on her hips, pinning her helplessly.

"You wanta do it like dogs?" he laughed. "Okay, teach, whatever you say."

Jane didn't understand what he meant until she felt his hard hot cock entering her from behind. The big knobby head popped into her tight but juicy cunt mouth, and then she felt the thick rock-hard shaft splitting her small pink pussylips and thrusting deep into her snug little box. Kirk grunted and shoved his swollen meat clear to her womb.

"Awwww, Christ, so fuckin' tight!" he whined. "You digging this, baby? You like it?"

Jane was too proud to answer, but he must have known from the sudden flooding of her tight little cunt that she was experiencing wild pleasure. He started to ball her hard and deep and fast, his wonderfully stiff cock slamming into her from behind, and she knew she was lost. She needed it too much. Her body went limp, her legs opened wider and wider, as she gave herself to him.

"Hey, teach," Kirk panted, "you didn't answer me. You like doin' it this way? You having a good time?"

"Don't talk," Jane moaned, "don't – ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!"

She couldn't finish because a long dizzying orgasm caught her up and carried her away. As the delicious spasms shook her body and her convulsing cunt spewed hot cream, she could hear Kirk chuckling with wicked satisfaction. He'd won again. They both knew she despised him, but somehow he'd aroused her beyond reason, beyond all self-control.

When she'd finished coming, Kirk jerked his cream-drenched rod out of her soaked little box and quickly lifted her into the chair. He sat her in it, then draped her long legs up over the chair arm, exposing her wet red slit obscenely. Jane was too breathless to move or protest. Kirk leered at her, then dropped to his knees before her and plunged his stiff swollen meat into her again, thrusting all the way to his balls in one savage push.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Jane wailed.

She slumped back in the chair, limp and submissive and rocked with intense pleasure as Kirk again tirelessly pumped his hard young cock in her long-starved nipping box. She'd be sorry later, yes, but right now she just had to have his fucking. Kirk laughed and leaned forward to lick her face, his tongue skipping lewdly over her soft skin.

"You love it, baby," he panted, "I know you do. I'm gonna give you plenty of it, too."

The cool and prim Miss Jane White had vanished, and in her place was a moaning, glassy-eyed, panting creature who responded without restraint to the boy's endlessly thrusting cock.