Teacher's hot lips

Chapter 3

Just before leaving for work the next morning, Janet took another of the pills. She'd put off the dreaded moment as long as possible, but she knew she had to take the medicine, no matter what it did to her. She just hoped she could keep her mind on her teaching duties.

The pill started to take effect towards the end of first period, and for the rest of the day Janet was fighting horniness. She kept catching herself staring at attractive boys in her classes, even focusing on the crotch of their jeans. She undressed the boys with her eyes and helplessly fantasized fucking them. It was so humiliating, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her pussy was on fire with need.

At lunch time she took a brisk walk instead of eating, hoping it would cool her lust. No such luck. During fourth period she was just as horny as ever. To make matters worse, one of the students seemed determined to ruin the class. Les, a tall lean kid who favored black leather jackets and skin-tight jeans, kept talking and kidding around till Janet finally lost her temper.

"Les," she snapped, "I want to see you after school.

Maybe we can think of something that will keep you quiet."

Les scowled at her but stayed quiet for the rest of the hour. Janet had almost forgotten about him by the end of the day. She'd watched her sixth period class march out, then breathed a big sigh of relief. She'd managed to get through the day without revealing how lusty she was, and that was quite an accomplishment. She was gathering up her things and preparing to leave when Les walked in. Janet groaned. She was going to have to stay with him while he served his time.

"Here I am, teacher," he sneered. "Are you going to put me over your knee and paddle me for being a bad boy?"

"Somebody should have done that a long time ago, Les,"

Janet sighed. "The best I can do is make you sit here for an hour."

"I got news for you, teacher, " Les growled. "You can't even make me do that. I decided to drop out of school, so there's nothing you can do to me any more."

"Les, please think about what you're doing," Janet said. "You need an education. You won't be able to get a decent job without a high school diploma."

"Aw, save the lecture, Miss Peters," Les snarled.

"There's only one thing I want from you."

His eyes travelled hungrily up and down her tall big-titted body, and suddenly Janet realized that she was in trouble. Les hadn't come here to take his punishment-he was here to punish the teacher. Janet started backing away from him, and he grinned and came after her. She kept going till she backed into a wall.

Les came up within a foot of her and stood there leering at her. He was slightly taller than she was, and she knew he was much stronger.

"You're pretty smart, teacher," he sneered. "I didn't even have to tell you what's on my mind. So why don't you go on being smart, and don't fight me?"

He reached out and set his hands on her tits. Janet gasped and flinched. He was taunting her, daring her to fight him off, even though he'd told her not to struggle. He squeezed her tits through her clothes, not gently, and she recoiled, as if she'd been bitten by a snake. She didn't like this young punk, didn't want him to touch her.

"Take your hands off me, Les," she said icily. "You know you can get into big trouble for this."

"Not if I leave town, which is what I'm gonna do as soon as I finish with you," he said. " And if you're smart, you'll just relax and enjoy, teacher. You can't win in a fight with me, and here's why."

One hand went to his pocket, and out came a gleaming knife. Janet's blood froze. Les let her look at the knife for a few moments, then put it away. He'd gotten his message across, all right. No way in the world was she going to risk being cut. She huddled against the wall, and Les began squeezing her tits again. This time she didn't say anything.

"That's better, " he grinned. "Now I'm gonna start taking off your clothes, and you're not gonna say a word, right?" Janet nodded. As he began unbuttoning her blouse, she told herself that this wouldn't take long and then he'd be out of her life forever. She'd cooperate – anything to keep him from using that knife.

She blushed hotly as he removed her blouse and ogled the tightly packed cups of her bra, but she said nothing. He reached around her and unhooked her bra and drew it off.

"You got fantastic tits, teacher," he leered. "I noticed that right away when you walked into class this morning. I just had to find out if they were real or falsies."

He certainly had his answer. Janet's large beautifully shaped tits stood out firm and thrusting, capped with light pink nipples. Les dropped her bra on the floor and stood there staring and grinning. She felt totally humiliated, but she also felt a strange excitement.

Her excitement grew when Les cupped her naked tits in his hot hands and began to squeeze them. Hot stabs of pleasure shot through her sensitive breasts.

"Nice, real nice," Les breathed.

Janet stifled a gurgle of lust. She despised this kid, but she was so achingly horny that any male touch was welcome. It had been ten years since a man had made love to her and she was starved for it. All those years she'd bottled up her feelings and denied that she needed sex. Now those stored-up needs were being released by the medicine she was taking, flooding out like water from a broken dam. No way could she control those feelings.

But at least she wouldn't let Les know the effect he was having on her. His ego was big enough already. She kept a prim, cold look on her face as he fondled her tits, but inside she was boiling with lust. She began to cream heavily and helplessly, and the hot juice soaked right through her panties. She glanced at Les' fly and saw that he had a big bulging hard-on.

She barely stifled a moan of longing. She knew the boy was going to rape her, that soon she'd be feeling his steel-hard young cock in her famished cunt. She could hardly wait. Yes, it wouldn't be any hardship at all Just to let this rape happen. All she had to do was conceal her excitement and not give him the satisfaction of knowing how aroused she was.

Now he was rubbing his thumbs back and forth over her soft pink nipples, teasing them into stiffness. They responded, growing long and erect, and Les' evil grin widened. He bent down low, his hot breath tickling the sensitive nubs, and he stuck out his tongue. Janet flinched as the hot juicy meat lapped her nipples, darting from one to the other. It felt delicious-but she wasn't about to tell him that.

She slumped against the wall and closed her eyes.

Things would be nicer if she imagined somebody else was making love to her. But who would that be? There'd been only one man in her life, Ned Evans, and she hated him for what he'd done to her. She couldn't bear to think about him. One other male face loomed up in her mind, the face of Dr. Dan McGrath, her physician. He was a very attractive guy, after all.

But he was also the one who'd given her those damned pills. She angrily blanked out his image. She might as well just go with reality, she decided. She opened her eyes and watched Les' wet red tongue lashing her stiff nipples. He left both erect buds glistening with his hot spit. Then he drew back and took off his jacket and his t-shirt. His chest was starting to get hairy, and there were menacing tatoos on his arms.

He grabbed Janet and pulled her against him so that her sensitive lust-engorged nipples poked into the coarse hairs of his chest. Janet creamed right through her panties and barely suppressed a moan of lust. It had been ten years, but she still remembered her naked embraces with Ned Evans. It had been just like this:

Her nipples had been stiff with arousal, and she'd loved rubbing them in the thick fur of his chest.

But Les was doing it just to taunt her, not because it turned him on, and when he didn't get any reaction out of her, he stopped. He unzipped her skirt, and it fell to the floor. He peeled down her panty hose and pulled them off, along with her shoes. She stood there in just her white lacy panties. Les stared at her pouting mound, and she felt like his eyes were burning right into her skin.

"You do the rest, teacher," he said hoarse)y. "You take off your panties."

Janet blushed hotly. As lusty as she felt, she still didn't like stripping for this leering young punk. But as long as he had that knife, she wasn't going to argue with him. She grasped the waistband of her panties and started inching them down. Les moved back a little to watch, grinning and licking his lips. Moving back was a mistake. It offered Janet a chance to escape. She could probably get to the door before he caught her.

But did she want to?

Sure, she could get away from him, but then what? She'd go home and sit around feeling horny till she just had to masturbate, and even then her lust would soon come flooding back in full force. Playing with herself just didn't do the job. She needed a man and his stiff cock – and here was her chance. Much as she loathed Les, he was male and he had the hots for her. She wasn't likely to get laid any other way.

"Come on, teacher, quit stalling," Les growled.

Her hands moved another inch lower, easing the panties down very gradually. She was still thinking. She desperately needed to be fucked, but was Les the only male she could find? Yes, it seemed that way. Once more she glanced at his obscenely tented fly, and that made up her mind. No matter how she felt about the kid, she had to have his cock. She tugged the panties down over her small golden bush.

"Yeah, that's more like it," Les leered.

She let her panties drop and stepped out of them, totally naked. She knew her body still looked great.

Les' hot eyes reflected his appreciation. He moved in close again and started running his hands up and down her sleek warm body, and she struggled not to shiver and moan with excitement. It had been so long since a man caressed her. She was way overdue for it.

"Too bad you're such a bitch, teacher," Les said. "You got a fantastic body."

His voice was raspy with horniness, and his hands were hot and a little sweaty. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her, shoving his tongue aggressively into her mouth. She didn't like his rough kissing, but she loved having his firm male body pressed against her, his rock-hard cock straining against her mound.

She creamed helplessly, and the sticky juice poured down her thighs.

She could feel his stiff young cock throbbing even through his clothes. She ached to take it out and pet it, but that would have given away her real feelings.

No way did she want this little creep to know how horny she was for him. That would be just too humiliating.

She'd go on pretending that she didn't feel a thing-even while her molten pussy cream was trickling right down to her ankles.

Les broke the kiss, set his hands on her shoulders, and started pushing her down. "On your knees, teacher, " he growled.

Janet obeyed, kneeling in front of him, her eyes right on a level with his bulging fly. He grabbed her hand and set it on the menacing bulge. No doubt he figured that would shock and disgust her. It would really blow his mind to know what she was thinking. He pressed her hand against his cock and chuckled.

"Feel that, teacher?" He laughed. "It's all for you.

Now take it out and play with it-if you know how."

Janet caught the sarcasm in his last remark. She knew the kids had joked about her ever since she came to teach in Greendale five years ago. Poor old Miss Peters can't get a man, never has a date, has never been kissed-and so on. She was the old maid school-teacher in their eyes, and no wonder. Les must have thought it was hilarious to make the frigid old maid touch his cock. Little did he know.

Janet struggled to conceal her excitement as she unzipped his fly and tugged his pants down to his knees. He wasn't wearing shorts. His lust-engorged prick snapped free of its prison and almost hit her in the face. Janet eyed the seven-inch slab of meat and drooled at the sight of it. But she reminded herself not to show her arousal-or her experience. She began petting his cock in a clumsy hesitant way.

"Aw, shit, I should've known you wouldn't know how to do it," Les said with disgust. "Here, wrap your fingers around it, like this, and pump it."

He set her hand in place and showed her what to do-as if she hadn't done it hundreds of times with Ned Evans.

But she pretended to know nothing. When he let go of her hand, she kept her fingers curled around his hot throbbing prick and pumped clumsily but firmly. She hadn't touched a cock in a decade, and she could hardly conceal her excitement. She loved pumping the hard hot meat and feeling it pulsate against her fingers.

"Okay, teacher, lick it," Les ordered.

Janet shuddered, and he laughed. He thought she was disgusted, but in fact she was shaking with lust. She stuck out her wet pink tongue and began to lick the swollen head of his cock. For the first time, Les lost his cool. He gasped and moaned, and big hot bubbles of cream began to ooze from his piss hole. Janet couldn't resist lapping them up and eating them. She'd always loved the salty taste of cock cream.

"Yeah, teacher, lick my cock," Les groaned.

He was swaying dizzily, and he had to clutch her shoulders to steady himself. He breathed harshly, panting and moaning as her hot little tongue played allover the sensitive head of his prick. Fat wads of juice kept bubbling from his piss hole, and Janet greedily lapped up every drop of it, rolling it around in her mouth to savor the taste before swallowing. When Les spoke again his voice was hoarse with horniness.

"Okay, Miss Peters," he rasped, "take my cock in your mouth and suck it."

Janet drooled at that command. She opened her mouth and stuffed his cock inside, taking half of it and pumping the rest. She drew in her cheeks and began sucking, and Les moaned in bliss. She felt his palms start to sweat heavily as he clutched her shoulders. She sucked strongly, unable to hold back her hunger. It had been so long since she'd sucked and tasted cock.

"Ahhhhhhh, Christ." Les groaned.

He wasn't trying to act tough any more. He was just another horny teenaged boy. It was a very exciting moment for him, getting his cock sucked by his pretty English teacher. His meat throbbed heavily on her tongue, and she used strong vacuum pressure to suction the delicious juice out of his cock. Les soon lost all control of himself and began to fuck her mouth in quick short jabs.

"Awwwww, fuckin' shit, that's good," he cried.

Janet was creaming like mad as she sucked his throbbing prick and gobbled his helplessly bubbling cream. It brought back all those exciting times when she'd given Ned blow jobs and then he'd fucked her half the night.

She'd been so horny when she was a teenager, but she was even more horny now, thanks to those damned pills.

She felt like she could come just from rubbing her thighs together.

"Suck, teacher, suck," Les groaned.

She knew the lustily shivering boy was close to shooting his load. He gripped her shoulders tightly, almost painfully, and he groaned steadily as she sucked him off. He fucked faster and faster at her mouth, and soon he was hammering his swollen cock right into her throat. Then suddenly she felt the hot sting of jizz on her tongue.

"Awwwww, Christ, eat it, teacher, eat my come!" Les bellowed.

Janet moaned and gurgled as she let his steaming jizz pool in her mouth. She could make all the lusty noises she wanted to now, because Les was yelling so loud he couldn't hear her. She waited tin her cheeks puffed out, then had to swallow his jizz or drown. The frantically humping kid filled her mouth again and again with the molten salty liquid. Finally he went still and he didn't draw away.

"Keep sucking," he ordered breathlessly. I ain't finished with you yet."

Janet was delighted to hear that, but of course she didn't tell him so. She kept on hungrily sucking his jizz-soaked cock, and very soon she got a response. She creamed heavily as Les' tireless teenaged cock swelled in her mouth and mushroomed into her throat. When his meat was steel-stiff, he staggered back, pulling it from her mouth. He looked down to admire his spit-soaked hard-on. Janet looked too, boiling with lust.

"Stand up, teacher," Les growled. "Come on over to your desk."

Janet got dizzily to her feet. She hoped he didn't notice the thick rivers of cream gushing down her legs.

That would have told him how frantically horny she felt. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over to her big wooden desk, sweeping everything off it with one impatient swing of his arms. He grabbed Janet and set her on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge.

"Lie back," he ordered. "Bend your legs and get them up there."

He arranged her on her back, ass and heels right at the edge of the desk, legs wide open.

He grinned evilly as he studied his teacher's totally revealed pussy. Janet reddened, but any shyness she felt was soon overcome with lust. Les moved in between her legs and wedged the rock-hard head of his cock into the cream filled mouth of her cunt. With a lusty growl he shoved his cock into her.

"Awwwwwww, shit, yeah," he cried.

"Ohhhhhhhh, God, ohhhhhhhh," Janet moaned.

She couldn't help that one lusty cry, but it was drowned out by Les' hoarse groans as he pushed to her womb and began to fuck her like a pile driver. That hard brutal fucking was just what she craved. She needed to be fucked violently to make up for a whole decade without sex. She lay there with her eyes closed, gurgling and creaming helplessly as the boy's stiff cock reamed her starved pussy hole. Each tough thrust of his prick gave her a delicious blast of pleasure.

"Am I fucking you good, teacher?" Les taunted.

No answer was expected, of course. He thought he was really humiliating her and punishing her, and she wasn't going to let him know any differently. Only she would ever know how fantastically good it felt to have his rock-hard young cock pounding in her famished little box. In less than a minute she began to come, and then she couldn't stop coming. She had a whole string of orgasms, as if she'd been storing them up for years.

"Ohhhhh, my God, whaaahhhhhhh!" She wailed.

Les thought she was crying out in protest, and he just grinned and fucked her even harder. She struggled not to reveal how hard and long she was coming. She'd never come like this in her life, not even in her most exciting sessions with Ned. Her body was making up for lost time. And the harder Les fucked her, the harder she came. Her cunt began to squeeze his hammering prick, and the boy yelped with excitement. He fucked into her with lightning speed, making her body shake with the impact.

"Take it, bitch, take my cock!" He roared, hammering his load into her. "Awwwwwww, shit, fuck, aaaggghhhh!"

Janet giggled in ecstasy as he flooded her cunt with his steaming jizz. The molten bath triggered her into one last delicious orgasm. Les' bellows drowned out her whimpers of pleasure. She wished the wonderful sensations would last forever, but the moment he finished coming, Les pulled out and zipped up his pants. He looked down at her with an evil, triumphant grin.

"Thanks for the terrific fuck, teacher," he sneered. "I won't be seeing you again."

Janet was grateful for that, because she knew she couldn't resist the kid if he ever came on to her again. She wondered if she could resist anybody!