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

CHAPTER FIVE

It was after midnight when Kirk finally left and Jane fell into an exhausted sleep. Her guilt hadn't gone away, though. It was right there when she woke the next morning. What was wrong with her? Why didn't she have enough self-control to resist the advances of a teenage punk she despised?

The first person she saw at school was Don, who drove into the parking lot just as she did. She was afraid he'd see the guilt in her face, but he just smiled and slipped his arm around her and walked with her to the main building. His comforting and loving presence made her feel even worse about the scandalous things she'd done.

It also made her determined to break off with Kirk. Don was a wonderful man, she didn't intend to lose him, and so Kirk must go. She didn't care now if Don was a mediocre lover. Somehow she'd endure it in order to be with him. It didn't seem like a problem. The only problem was to get Kirk to leave her alone.

In sixth period Kirk swaggered into the classroom with that knowing grin on his face, but this time, instead of looking uncomfortable, Jane just ignored him. The few times their eyes happened to meet, she gave him a frosty stare. By the end of the period it was Kirk who looked uncomfortable. He lingered behind after the other kids had gone.

"Hey, what's with you?" he said to Jane. "Didn't you have a good time last night?"

"What we're doing is sick," Jane replied. "It can't continue. I don't want to see you any more, Kirk."

"Sick, huh?" he said with a sneer. "It didn't seem sick to me. I thought we had a pretty hot time in your bed, teach. You sure acted like you enjoyed it."

Jane flushed but controlled her voice. "I can't explain," she said. "I just don't want to do it again. Go find a another girl, Kirk. I'm sure you know plenty of them."

To her surprise, he just shrugged and walked out. She could hardly believe he'd give up so easily. Feeling much better, she went home, had a bath and a light supper, and decided to reward herself for getting out of her evil involvement. Instead of grading papers, she'd treat herself to an evening of drinks and TV, unwinding completely.

Jane dressed in a long pale blue negligee that hugged her tall curvy body and was slightly transparent, showing the outline of her lacy bra and panties. It was a very comfortable gown and made her feel glamorous as well. She made herself a tall drink, turned on the TV to a good movie, and sat on the couch. She'd barely reined, though, when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, damn," she muttered, getting up to answer it.

There was Kirk.

Jane reddened as she took in his powerful menacing body and that all-too-familiar sneer. "What do you want, Kirk?" she said coldly.

"Guess," he laughed. "Aw, come on, teach don't look like that. I figured by now you'd have cooled off and thought it over and seen what a good deal we got going. Let me in, and I'll be real nice to you."

"You're never coming in this house again," Jane said decisively. "I meant what I said this afternoon, Kirk – I don't want to see you again."

She slammed the door in his face and locked it.

She was afraid he might make a scene, yelling and pounding, but after a moment, he got in his car and drove off. Jane went back to her TV show, hoping she'd finally seen the last of him. She was undisturbed for about an hour, when suddenly she heard a strange noise from the back of the house.

She raced down the hall, following the noise, and into her bedroom. She got there just in time to see Kirk climbing in the window, followed by another boy.

"Get out of here," Jane shouted, "before I call the police. I'm going to phone write now."

She turned and started down the hall to the phone, but Kirk was faster than she'd expected. He grabbed her and dragged her back into the bedroom, screaming and kicking. He got behind her and pinned her arms, presenting her for the inspection of the boy he'd brought with him.

"Here she is," he laughed. "Whaddya think?"

"Real nice," the boy said with a low whistle, "real nice."

He was a rat-faced little runt, shorter than Jane, skinny, with greasy brown hair and a dirty leather jacket. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his hips thrust forward, frying to look tough. He had an evil leer on his face as he eyed Jane's lush mature body.

"What do you think you're doing, Kirk?" Jane gasped.

"Teaching you a lesson, baby," Kirk chuckled. "You gotta learn that when you don't do what I want, something bad happens. Yeah, you're gonna get punished. I brought along my friend Joey to help. Joey dropped out of school last year, but he still just loves teachers, don't ya, Joey?"

"Oh, I sure do," Joey giggled. "Yeah, there's nothin' I like better than a teacher. Especially one with big boobs."

Kirk and his friend went into paroxysms of laughter over the crude joke. Jane could smell alcohol on their breath. They were in a wild, dangerous mood, and she knew she must be very careful if she didn't want to be hurt. But what kind of "punishment" did Kirk have in mind?

"Okay, let's get to work," Kirk said. "You take us out to that nice living room, teach, and make us a couple of drinks. Then I'll tell you what you're gonna do for punishment."

Jane thought it better to obey quietly until she could find a way to escape. She made drinks for the boys, and they settled into comfortable chairs. They kept exchanging glances and snickering, as if sharing some big joke. Jane grew increasingly nervous and frightened.

"I guess we're ready now," Kirk snickered. "Okay, teach, stand here in front of us and take off your clothes. Give us a nice show."

"You've got to be out of your mind!" Jane gasped. "Not in front of him!"

"Oh, it's cool," Kirk chuckled. "I told Joey all about us. He knows the score."

"You what?" Jane gasped, bunting into tern of shame. "You promised you wouldn't tell."

Kirk leaped out of his chair and gave her a sharp smack across the face. "Cut the tears and shut up," he ordered. "Just do what I tell you. We want a nice strip show, and we're gonna get it – unless you want, worse."

Jane got the message. Crying softly, she reached for the belt of her negligee. Joey grinned delightedly and got up to turn some loud rock music on the radio. He flopped back in his chair and started licking his thin lips as he watched Jane untie her gown. His leering look seemed dirty and defiling to her.

"Hey, teach, dance while you're stripping," Kirk said. "Give us a good show."

Jane obeyed, swaying to the music as she untied her belt and let her long filmy negligee slip open. The boys exchanged eager grins. Trembling with embarrassment, Jane let the gown slip off her shoulders, and it descended in a slow cloud to her feet. She danced out of it wearing only her bra and panties and high-heeled slippers.

"Hey, pretty nice," Joey said.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Kirk assured him. "She's got a fantastic body."

Jane had never felt so humiliated in her life. She'd thought Kirk had already put her through all the shame she'd ever know, but she hadn't reckoned with his perverted mind. She'd never dreamed he'd bring along an audience. The boys' leering eyes and malicious laughter increased her mortification. To gain time, she very slowly kicked off her shoes as she swayed to the music.

"Now the bra, teacher," Kirk purred.

Jane wanted to beg him to let her go, but she knew it would do no good. He was intent on humiliating her, and any resistance would bring out his brutal anger. Sobbing, red with embarrassment, Jane reached around and found the hook of her bra. He sat on the edge of his seat, straining for the first glimpse of her naked breasts.

Reluctantly she unhooked the skimpy lace bra and drew it forward and let it slide down off her arms. She was still dancing, as ordered, and her huge snowy-white boobs wobbled heavily, the soft rosy nipples bouncing all around. There was a long moment of silence before they finally gave a loud appreciative whistle.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, "I never seen a pair of tits that big before!"

"Yeah, great, ain't they?" Kirk laughed.

"Man, oh, man," Joey sighed, "I'd sure like to get my hands on those."

Kirk flashed him a look, and Jane shut up. He just sat on the edge of his chair ogling Jane's big firm, jugs as they wobbled and bounced with her dancing. If it was possible to die of shame, she'd have done it, but there was nothing to save her. She had to endure the horny hot scrutiny of her silky ripe tits and bouncing little nipples. He started licking his skinny lips again.

"Now the panties, teacher." Kirk said wit a malicious laugh. "Take it all off, baby."

"Oh, please," Jane whimpered.

Kirk flashed her a look she knew all too well, and she quickly hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her little lacy bikini panties. Avoiding the excited eyes of the boys, she began inching her panties down as she danced. If Kirk wanted to punish her, he'd found the ideal way. She hated displaying her body in this lewd way to the two grinning young punks.

"Hurry, hurry," Joey panted, practically falling out of his chair, "hurry and show us that pussy."

"Yeah, teach, let us see everything," Kirk laughed.

Jane moved as slowly as she could, but at last the panties were down over the cute little rounds of her ass and then over the glossy brown fur patch of her muff. Blushing furiously, she let the little garment slither down her legs and stepped out of it, totally naked and exposed.

"Fantastic!" Joey exclaimed. "Man, what a body!"

"I told you she was something else," Kirk said, proud that he'd impressed his friend. "She sure beats those dogs we been going around with."

"For sure," Joey sighed. "Man, what a pair of knockers."

Jane felt like something out of a sideshow. She wondered how long Kirk was going to torture her like this, forcing her to show every intimate part of her body to him and his leering friend. She danced before them, enduring their evil grins until she couldn't stand it any mote. Enough was enough. She stopped still and looked coldly at them.

"Hey, teach, keep dancing," Kirk snapped. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"You go to hell, you creep." Jane hissed. "I've had enough of this."

Kirk eyed her furiously. "Okay, baby," he said, "if that's the way you wanta play it, you got it. I was just gonna have you strip for me and my friend, but you been a bad girl. You gotta be punished again. Get over in that chair."

Jane obeyed, knowing she'd almost pushed him too far. She must remember to curb her outbursts. That little maniac could kill her if he got too angry. She went and sat in a nearby chair opposite the boys. It was the same big overstuffed chair she'd sat in last night while Kirk made love to her. She remembered the scene with a deep blush.

"Get your legs up," Kirk ordered.

"W-what do you mean?" Jane said.

"Like you had 'em last night, baby," Kirk said tauntingly. "You gotta remember that."

Jane remembered all too well. Blushing scarlet, she put her long legs up over the arms of the chair, completely exposing her lush moist scarlet pussy. There was absolutely nothing hidden from the boys' mocking, leering eyes. They could see the tiny red lump of her clit, the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt, even the little light-brown mouth of her asshole. They saw the swollen rosy lips of her pussy and the encircling fringe of delicate brown hairs. Joey gave a snort of excitement.

"Christ," he said, "I gotta get a better look. That okay, Kirk?"

"By my guest," Kirk laughed.

To Jane's horror, Joey came rushing over to kneel between her legs and gawk at her exposed naked pussy. His rat-like face was practically in her crotch. She flashed Kirk a look of hatred, but he just answered with a sadistic grin. She could feel Joey's hot moist breath on her pussy, and his breathing got hotter and faster as he studied her lush red slit.

"Man, this is making me awful horny," Joey sighed. "I sure would like to get some of this. Whaddya say, Kirk?"

"Kirk, no!" Jane gasped. "Not that, please!"

Kirk smiled at both of them, enjoying his position of power. He considered it for a moment, then said coolly, "Well, teach, it ain't right for me to hog you. I think I oughta share you with my friend."

"Hey, right on," Joey said eagerly.

He leaped to his feet and started stripping. Jane couldn't believe it was happening. Even Kirk couldn't be so vile as to just give her away to a stranger. Or could he? He looked calm, even pleased, as he left his chair and strolled over for a better view of the action. He met Jane's horrified eyes with a mocking grin. My God, it was true – he was going to let this filthy little hood fuck her.

Jane, still dazed with disbelief, stared at Joey as he quickly discarded his sneakers, jacket, and t-shirt. As he unzipped his fly she saw that he wasn't wearing shorts. She saw a flail dark bush of brown hairs, small swollen red halls, and his fiercely erect prick hugging his belly. He had a skinny cock, bluish-white, with a deep red head. His swollen little dick was weeping big drops of juice.

"Noooo!" Jane shouted.

She started to bring her legs down, to leap from the chair, but the boys were on her in a flash, Kirk moving behind the chair to hold her shoulders, Joey leaning on her widely parted legs to keep them in place on the arms of the chair. She was trapped. She began to sob desperately. She didn't want to fuck Joey. She felt only disgust and revulsion for him.

"Oh, no, Kirk, please," she wept, "anything but this."

"Anything?" Kirk laughed. "Okay, I'll make a deal. If you don't wanta ball Joey, you can go to class tomorrow and tell them all about us. I bet they'd really dig that."

Jane moaned. There was no bargaining with this little animal. She could only try to break loose, and she struggled with all her might. But the two boys were far too strong for her. She remained trapped in the chair with her long legs spread lewdly wide, her exposed scarlet gash an easy target for Joey's stiff ready cock.

"Go to it, man," Kirk snickered. "Stick it in her."

"You better believe I will," Joey chuckled, failing to his knees before her.

"No, oh, noooo!" Jane shrieked.

It was no use, of course. The grinning teen leaned forward and gingerly bent his achingly stiff prick down toward her flaming-red pussy.

Chuckling, he pressed the hard head of his cock into the small moist depression of her cunt. Jane flinched and moaned and tried to move, but the boys held her securely.

"Here goes," Joey panted.

He started to push the rock-hard head of his prick into her tiny dry cunt mouth. Jane felt the painful first shove as he popped the swollen cock-head an inch into her resisting box. Joey paused for breath, then pushed again, and she felt the steely little rod slowly invading her belly. Behind her she could hear Kirk chuckling softly, evilly.

"Christ, she's tight," Joey panted. "I never got into one tighter."

"Yeah, she's got a real nice box," Kirk agreed. "I don't think ol' Davis gives her much."

It couldn't be happening, Jane was sure. It had to be a bad dream. Yet she could certainly feel the hard long presence of Joey's dick in her tight dry cunt. She looked down dizzily and watched as more and more of his thin milky-pale cock slipped between her swollen red pussylips and entered her body. Joey was watching, too, grinning gleefully as he penetrated her.

"Far out," he sighed. "Real tight an' hot. You sure got a good thing going her, Kirk."

"You hear that, teach?" Kirk taunted. "Joey really digs your cunt. You enjoying yourself, teach?"

Jane only moaned in humiliation. Joey at last eased his long prick clear to his balls in her snug little twat. With a hoarse moan he began to ball her in viciously hard quick strokes. Jane flinched and moaned again. She was so dry and tight that even Joey's thin peter felt too big. But as his rapid hard fucking went on, she felt the first treacherous response of her ever-hungry cunt, a slight moistening, a growing heat.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Joey babbled, "real nice, real great box. Man, this is good."

Jane reddened and kept her mouth clamped shut, but she could feel her immoral pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second. Just as with Kirk, she hated the boy but needed his cock. She had so many long lonely years to make up for that she could even respond to this cold-blooded rape.

"Hey, baby, you digging my buddy's cock?" Kirk laughed.

"Go to hell," Jane gasped.

Kirk only laughed, too busy watching the action to get angry with her. She could hear his bait excited breathing behind her and feel his hands starting to sweat on her shoulders. They were all watching, the boys gleefully and Jane dazedly, as Joey's pale juice-soaked prick zipped in and out between her swollen red cunt-lips. Jane tried to resist the pleasure of his stiff hard fucking, but her cunt had started to cream heavily, responding hungrily.

She must hold out. It would be the final humiliation to come with this horrid little creep, to let Kirk know that she could even get off with a stranger. She gritted her teeth and held her body stiff, but Joey's eager prick went on pounding and pounding in her long-starved box, and she felt herself rising irresistibly towards climax.

"Aw, Jesus!" Joey gasped. "Tao much! I'm gonna shoot! Oh, man, awwwww!"

Jane felt the sizzling blast of his come deep in her boiling little box. She breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't made her come after all. She seethed with lust, but her pride was saved. She managed to look cold and unmoved as Joey pulled his limp wet prick out of her come-soaked twat.

"Okay, teach, get up," Kirk ordered. "I want you to lean over the chair."

Joey backed off a little, and Kirk let go of her shoulders and came around to face her. He was already kicking off his shoes, and in another moment he was out of his t-shirt. As he unzipped his jeans, she saw that this time he had a hard-on without her help. No doubt the sadistic pleasure of watching her get raped had done the trick. He stepped out of his jeans and grinned at her, his hugely-erect prick weaving heavily and oozing bubbles of juice.

"Haven't you done enough already?" Jane sobbed.

"Shut up and do what I said," Kirk growled.

She couldn't fight them. She got up, weeping, and took the position he wanted, hands resting on the chair arm, lovely round ass stuck out. Kirk grunted his approval and went to stand behind her, holding her hips to steady himself. He giggled excitedly and trotted over to watch.

"Yeah, man," he panted, "give it to her. Ball the bitch."

Jane gasped as Kirk suddenly and roughly slammed his thick hard meat into her. His cock was a lot bigger than Joey's, and she felt completely stuffed as Kirk shoved clear to her womb. Unfortunately it was just what her famished little box wanted. She creamed hugely, hotly, around the stiff thick pole. Kirk recognized the sign of arousal and chuckled evilly.

"Nice, huh, teach?" he panted. "Let's show my buddy how much you dig my fucking."

Jane would rather have died than do that, but very soon her body was out of her control. Kirk fucked her savagely, in deep hard fast lunges, just the way he knew she liked best. Balling Joey had aroused her, and Kirk finished the job. Jane clawed the chair and whined and creamed profusely around his jerking meat, praying she wouldn't come but knowing that her creaming hungry cunt would defeat her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see lacy leering and pinning as he watched.

"Ohhhhhh!" Jane moaned. "Oh, God, ohhhhhhh!"

She couldn't help it. Her famished little cunt closed tight and hot around Kirk's pounding meat, and then she was coming, wailing and rocking, hot cream spewing out of her tightly-stuffed box. She could hear the two boys laughing, but she couldn't stop kin dizzying spasms of pleasure. At last she heard Kirk yelp, then felt the steamy blast of his jism.

As soon as he'd come, he pulled out, and Jane slumped to the floor and sobbed with shame. The boys, snickered to each other as they got dressed.

"Now that's what happens when you make me mad, teacher," Kirk told her. "You just remember that. From now on you do what I say, and no arguments – or you'll get something even worse than this."