Carol leaned over the waist-high counter, a blush on her face.
She was trying to explain something to a girl student, but her voice quivered, and the girl was looking at her funny.
Concealed behind the counter, Mac was shoving his hand under her dress, between her thighs. She could hear him trying to keep from giggling. While she tried to keep her voice normal, she felt Mac's fingers rub at the crotch of her panties. She twisted her hips, wishing she could make him stop feeling her up. She wasn't making sense to the girl student, and she knew it. She felt Mac slip the crotch of her panties to one side, and one of his fingers slipped into her cunt. Carol could not prevent her eyes from almost crossing.
"Do you feel okay, Miss Reams?" the student asked.
"I feel.. I feel all right," Carol said.
Mac was fucking his finger in and out of her cunt now, and she could hear him trying to hold back his giggles. "Maybe I better come back later," the student said.
"Yes, maybe you should." Carol replied, a catch in her throat.
She watched the girl leave, her eyes taking in the tight way her skirt fit over her young ass. Once the student was gone, she drew back from the high counter and looked down at the boy sitting there. "Mac, you're going to get us caught," she warned. She pushed a hand to her skirt, holding his finger up her cunt. She smiled down at him. "I love it when you do things like this to me, but not here." Mac pulled his finger out of her pussy and carefully rearranged her panties to cover her cunt. Then he lifted her dress to peer up her thighs. Carol pulled from him, going toward the desk in the comer.
"You've got a class now," she said, sitting down at the desk. "You're going to be late."
"You'll give me an excuse slip," he said, coming toward her. "You always do."
It was true; she would give him the slip to keep him out of trouble. They were in the small counseling office, where Carol was taking her turn as the information teacher for the week. All teachers had to take a turn there until a new counselor was hired.
She saw the cock-bulge in his pants as he came close, and shot a quick glance at the door. It was closed, but the upper half was frosted glass. No one could see in, but someone could enter at any time. She ran her tongue over her lips as the boy came to her side.
"Please, Mac, not here," she protested. "Why not, Miss Reams?"
"Because someone can come in anytime," she said, staring at the outline of his young prick. "You're getting much too bold, you know."
"You can't resist, Miss Reams," he said with a small sneer. "You love to suck my cock too much."
"Mac, you better go," she insisted.
"Not until you give me one of your special blow-jobs."
"I won't," she replied. "Not here."
His hand shot out, grabbing a handful of her dark, auburn hair. He jerked it, making Carol gasp with pain. She raised a hand to push him away, and her palm was against his cock. She felt it throbbing hotly through his pants as she pushed. Mac returned the pressure, pulling harder at her hair. Carol grimaced as the pain increased.
"Suck me now!" the boy said, jerking her hand off his cock and yanking her face to his crotch.
Carol wanted to suck him, wanted to badly. That was the problem. She had sucked his cock off twice before, and now he was forcing her to keep it up-and not anyplace private, but here in the counseling room.
When she felt his hard cock against her lips, she opened her mouth and bit it through his pants.
"Ow! You crazy cunt!" Mac yelled, jerking her head back and tilting it up. "Bite my cock, will you?"
Holding her hair, he slapped her face. "Mac, don't!" she screamed. "You can't, not here in school!"
"The fuck I can't, bitch!" He slapped her again.
"Oh, God!" Carol sobbed her cheek burning with pain, her head hurting as he pulled her hair. "Mac, please not hear."
He grabbed one of her tits with his free hand, squeezing and twisting it. His eyes gleamed wickedly as he watched her face contort with pain. "Take my cock out and suck me off!" he demanded.
Carol hated to be forced this way. If only he would show tenderness, concern about her position in the school, let her suck his cock the way she wanted, it would delight her no end. She loved to suck cocks, loved the hot taste when the cum sprayed across her tongue and down her throat. But not this way, not here, not on the school grounds.
He dug harder at her tit, twisting it painfully. "Take my cock out and suck it or I'll twist your fucking tit off, Miss Reams."
Tears of pain filled her eyes as her hands fumbled with his pants, getting his fly open. She pulled his cock out, closing her fist about it for a moment. When Mac pushed his hips forward, he squeezed her tit as hard as he could. Out of desperation, because of the pain he was causing her, Carol closed her mouth about his hard prick and began to suck, sliding her hot, wet lips back and forth, her tongue lapping.
As always, the hot taste of a young hard cock in her mouth started her emotions to boiling. Her cunt began to pulsate as she sucked him.
She raised a hand and placed it on his tight ass, her fingers curled against the asscheek. She darted her mouth back and forth, fucking his cock as she sucked it wildly. She twisted her ass on the chair, turning to spread her knees about his legs, gobbling with hunger, but with haste, too.
"Aahhh, that's good, Miss Reams!" Mac groaned in delight. "Suck it hard! Ohhh, shit, your mouth is so hot and wet! Eat my prick, Miss Reams! My balls are loaded and full, and I'm gonna spray your cock-sucking throat with every fucking drop! Suck that cock, bitch! Eat me, cunt!"
As she sucked his cock, she was listening for footsteps outside the door. She knew Mac didn't care if they were caught, but she did. It would mean her position, her tenure as an English teacher at this high school. It would mean she would never get another job as a teacher, anywhere. Carol needed her job, not for just financial reasons, but because it kept her in contact with young homy boys, boys looking for pussy, but at the age of frustration, jacking off and dreaming of some young little cunt. She had to be around them, do a little dreaming, herself.
She knew it placed her job in jeopardy, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the teenaged boys much too strongly to resist. Mac was jerking her head back and forth now, grunting as his cock swelled and throbbed in her mouth.
Carol sucked and tongued his cock greedily, her cunt puffing and bubbling as it always did when she had hard cock inside her mouth. She made soft purring sounds, her eyes opening and closing slowly, dreamily. She squeezed at his tight ass through his pants when he fucked his cock into her throat. She could almost forget where they were. She loved it when he made those wild, delicious moans, taking pleasure that she could make him feel so good.
"Ooooh, Miss Reams, Miss Reams!" Mac grunted, his slim body shaking as he pounded his cock into her mouth. "Oooohhh, suck it hard! My balls feel so full, Miss Reams! Ahhh, I'm gonna give you a big mouthful this time, Miss Reams!"
Mac dropped his hand back to her tit, squeezing it hard. She moaned as her tit began to hurt, but she was so far into her own type of ecstasy, it didn't matter. Mac was holding the back of her head, jerking her face forward each time he fucked his cock into her mouth. She felt the swollen cockhead brush at her throat, and her eyes widened, looking up at him. He had not been this rough those other two times. Still, it wasn't uncomfortable, and his cock was so hot and hard. And he was seeping those sweet, precious juices over her tongue, and her cunt was twitching, wet enough to soak the crotch of her panties, and her clit was so hard and stiff.
She wished she had taken his balls out, but it was too late now. Mac was swiftly preparing to come, and she didn't want to miss that. He was fucking into her mouth violently now, grunting loudly, still clawing at her tit. Carol moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as his hot cock fucked in and out of her gripping lips.
"I'm about to come, Miss Reams!" Mac moaned. "Ohhh, shit, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"
Carol dug into his ass, jerking him forward, taking his cock deep inside her mouth. She squeezed her lips as hard as she could around his prick. She felt his cock jerk over her tongue, and she held her breath with anticipation. "Oooommmm!" Carol cried softly as the thick, creamy cum sprayed into her throat. As the scalding jism erupted into her throat, her cunt convulsed with orgasm. A flush covered her face as she made wet gulping sounds.
After a few squirts, she sucked her lips back on his cock until she held just the swollen cock-head, and flicked her tongue rapidly against his gushing piss-hole, catching the full taste of his cum. This was the way she always sucked cock. She let it come first deep in her throat, and then as her cunt contracted with orgasm, she sucked back to hold the cockhead and catch the rest of that precious cum over her tongue, flicking it as her lips continued to draw as hard as she could. She could almost see his young balls draining.
"Mmmm," she mewled, sliding her lips from his prick. She kissed his cock tenderly, then looked up at his happy young face. "That was a load, Mac." She smiled in pleasure. "You always have a very good load for me, but this time it was really big. You're wonderful, honey."
And as usual, when she tried to show affection after sucking him off, Mac sneered. "Aw, it's just a fucking blow-job, Miss Reams."
"Mmmm, I know it is, but it's delicious."
"You're just a fucking cock-sucker, that's all," he said, stuffing his cock into his pants. "You think any cock is delicious when it comes off in your fucking mouth."
"Mac, can't you be just a little more grateful?" she said, her happy expression fading. "You know very well how compromising this makes me."
"I don't really give a fuck how compromising it makes you," he said. "You just love to suck cock, that's all. You'd suck it, no matter where."
"That's not true!" she replied, fighting back tears. "Why do you act so hateful toward me after I do what you want?"
"Because you're just a cunt," he said. "All cunts do what a guy wants."
"Get out of here!" she hissed in anger. "See if you can find one of these young girls in school to suck your fucking cock! You try to stick that thing into their mouths, and you'll come running back to me."
With a sneer, Mac shot his hand into the top of her dress, clutching her tit and squeezing it painfully. Carol cringed as the unexpected pain ripped through her tit. She jerked back, trying to push his hand out of her dress.
"How dare you treat me like some common slut!" she snapped. "That's the last blow-job you get from me."
Mac pulled his hand from her dress and swaggered around the high counter to the door. Carol glared at him, deciding it had been a mistake to become involved with him. Mac turned toward her, cupped his crotch and rubbed his cock-bulge, grinning wickedly at her.
"You can't stay away from this, cunt," he said, and left, slamming the door behind him, making the frosted glass rattle.
Carol stiffened after he had gone, anger flooding her. Her face was red with humiliation. Mac had never hurt her before. He had never tried to embarrass her, either.
She had noticed Mac the first day of class. It was Carol's burden to be attracted to young boys, and she couldn't help herself. Every time she thought of a young, hard cock, with tight and full balls, she became aroused. She didn't really care for men her own age, for some reason she never tried to understand. She was thirty-five, twice the age of Mac. She knew she should feel ashamed of herself, but she couldn't. Sucking on a young cock was one of her greatest pleasures in life, and she didn't want to give it up.
Strangely, Carol never felt much excitement with a cock fucking into her cunt. She had never experienced an orgasm with a cock in her cunt. She felt the friction, the fullness, but hardly anything else. But when she had a hard, hot, throbbing young cock in her mouth... Carol came every time, every single time the cock sprayed that sweet cum into her throat.
She had tried it with men her own age, but it wasn't the same. She failed to come when the men did. In desperation, she had picked up man after man for a six-month period, sucking them off frantically, getting herself a reputation as a hungry cock-sucker. But none of it made her come. She had fucked herself raw, in an attempt to come with a cock up her cunt, and that didn't work, either.
It was young cock that made her come. This was her first year at this school, and it took a month before she had her lips wrapped around Mac's cock.
Mac, apparently, had been on the prowl, and caught the way Carol looked at him. She had strolled up and down between the desks while giving a test and paused beside Mac. Her eyes went to his lap, and his cock thrust up in hardness against his pants. When Mac glanced up at her, she had smiled, lowering her hot eyes meaningfully to his hard cock, deliberately letting him know she was aware of his hard-on, and that she found it exciting. When Mac had gazed boldly at her thrusting tits, running his tongue over his lips, Carol knew he was ready. She kept him after class.
She was pleased when Mac wasn't shy, as so many his age were when she seduced them. He eagerly sat on her desk when the classroom was empty, and leaned back while she fondled his cock and balls inside his pants. He sighed with delight when Carol opened his pants and lifted his hard-on free, exclaiming over the hardness. She stroked his cock with her hot fist, squeezed it so the cockhead bulged, making little drops of wetness on the small piss-hole. She flicked the pre-cum from his piss-hole with her tongue, her eves lifted to watch his expression. When she saw the pleasure on his face, she took the hot, smooth prickhead into her mouth, sucking it as she pulled his balls from his pants.
This was the crucial moment, she had discovered. Many of the young boys became afraid, not understanding she wanted to suck them off. One had told her he had been afraid she was going to bite his cock. Almost all of them had been so innocent, knowing nothing about blow-jobs. But not Mac.
Where some of the boys would hold still, watching her warily, embarrassed and feeling guilty, Mac wiggled and pumped his hips, fucking up into her mouth as she came down on him. When he came, he moaned and carried on with ecstasy, with Carol holding his hips and swallowing his cum with greed, her cunt exploding with orgasm inside her panties.
He caressed her cheek when it was over, grinning at her and showing his appreciation. She let him feel her tits that time, but only through her dress. She didn't mind him feeling her tits. Carol had to give them something in return for what they gave her. She knew boys his age were curious about a woman's body, and so she allowed them to feel her sometimes, but she always refused to let them fuck her, or touch her cunt or anything below her waist.
Mac was the first student that had touched her cunt.
It had happened the second time, a week ago...
Again, keeping him after school, she had sucked him off, and this time both were more relaxed about it, not as nervous. After making him come, he had asked her about touching her cunt. Carol enjoyed his cock so much, loved the hot gush of his cum in her mouth so much, she had felt he might not let her suck him again if she refused. So, she had leaned back in her chair and let Mac push his hands under her dress, and play with her cunt through her panties. It didn't do anything for her, but she enjoyed his expression of pleasure as he fondled her pussy.
And then today...
He had come into the counseling room and talked to her, each of them teasing. Carol had squeezed his cock through his pants and was giving him a beautiful hard-on when the female student came in. Mac had quickly dropped to the floor, out of sight. There had been nothing she could do when he began to feel her up as she tried to talk to the girl. She had felt him pulling her panties to one side and fucking his finger up her cunt and been unable to stop him... and now he was being mean to her.
Carol thought it was time to cut Mac off. The school was overrun with young boys, and it would be easy enough to find a replacement for him.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hey, Teach!"
Carol had just started her car when she heard Mac's voice. She looked up to see him standing at the door. She had been avoiding him since that day in the counseling office. She saw him in the classroom, of course, but she tried to have as little as possible to do with him. He was always the last to leave the classroom, looking back at her, waiting for her to ask him to stay.
She never did.
"Hey, Teach, are you trying to ignore me?" Mac asked, leaning into the car window. "I am," she said, firmly. "And I am Miss Reams, not Teach."
"You're Miss Cock-sucker as far as I'm concerned," he said cruelly. "Why you been ignoring me?"
"Leave me alone," she said, starting to shift the car into gear.
Mac reached in and cut the engine, taking the key.
"Give me that key!" she said angrily. "Just who do you think you are?"
"Me?" He pretended confusion. "I'm just the guy you love to suck off, that's all."
He had said it loudly, and Carol cringed, looking around quickly to see if anyone else could hear him. "Go away!" she hissed. "You'll get us both into trouble."
"Not me," he said. "You, maybe, but I won't get in trouble."
"Mac, please," she begged. "We can't do it anymore."
Mac remained silent, leaning on the car and looking at her with a belligerent expression. His eyes focused on her tits. Carol wanted to get away from him, but if she tried it now, the leaving members of the faculty would know something was wrong. "I got a hard-on, Teach," he said. "Wanna feel it?"
"No!" Carol hissed.
Mac grabbed a handful of her hair before she knew it. A soft cry of pain came from her mouth.
"Feel my hard-on!" he whispered hotly. "Feel it or I'll pull your fucking hair so hard, you'll really scream. You don't want those teachers to know about this, do you?"
"Oh, God, no!"
His other hand pulled hers from the car window, pulling it down to the front of his pants. He placed her palm over his cock-bulge, and it was hot and hard. Carol felt a sinking sensation in her chest. Mac twisted her hair, making her cry out again in pain. She clutched at his cock out of desperation, wanting the pain to go away.
"You see, everyone is gone now, Miss Reams."
It was true. They were the only ones left in the parking lot. She pulled her hand from his cock, and Mac yanked at her hair hard. Carol screamed, her head being pulled back.
"Grab my cock, bitch!" he snarled. "Grab it or I'll pull your fucking hair out!" Crying, Carol swiftly took hold of his cock.
"Now, you're gonna get out and come with me, Miss Reams," he said. "And you're gonna keep quiet, too."
Out of the car, she was forced in front of Mac. He kept a grip on her hair with one hand, her upper arm with the other. He marched her across the strip of lawn toward the school building. Pausing at the door, he released her arm, only to run his hand across her ass, pinching it and laughing when she cried out. Forcing her into the long, empty hallway, Carol found herself afraid now. The school was deserted, with maybe a janitor or two someplace. She thought of fighting him, but that could cause a scandal, something she had to avoid at all costs.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked. "Where I wanna take you, cunt," he replied, pushing her ahead of him. They approached the boys' restroom. "Not there," Carol said. "Yes, there," he answered, shoving her through the door.
She saw the row of sinks, the row of urinals, and the stalls with toilets, each with a swinging door. Female teachers were not allowed to enter the boys' restrooms, and if they suspected anything, had to get a male teacher to inspect. Despite her discomfort, Carol looked around curiously. The walls had writing on them. She saw crude drawings of tits and cunts and cocks, the young boys' fantasies scrawled here and there.
Suddenly her hands were pulled behind her. She gasped as Mac thrust her forward, almost shoving her face into one of the swinging toilet doors. Immediately, Mac had her right wrist tied to the top of the stall, and was King the other before she could react.
By then it was too late.
"Mac, what are you doing?" she asked, struggling helplessly. Her arms were above her head, out wide, and tied securely to the top of the stall. "Turn me loose! Tum me loose this instant and nothing will be said about this."
"Nothing is gonna be said about it anyway," Mac muttered, and he squatted, tying one ankle to the bottom of the stall.
Carol tried to kick out with her free foot, but lost her balance and hung for a few moments by her wrists. But Mac quickly had her other slim ankle tied, her legs now spread apart. She was facing the toilet, bound tightly, arms wide and legs spread. She kept struggling, but all it did was make her ass twist and wiggle, bringing comments from Mac. "Twist it, Teach!" he said from behind her. "Twist that hot ass! I like to see that."
"Mac, please!" she cried, tears streaming from her eyes now. She didn't know what embarrassed and frightened her the most, being tied up this way in the boys' restroom, or the chance of a janitor coming in and seeing her. "Please, turn me loose, Mac! My wrists hurt... the rope is cutting my wrist!"
"You think you can stop sucking me anytime you want, don't you, Miss Reams?" he said from behind her. "Do you go around sucking cock and then telling the boys to stuff it? You can't do that with me, Miss Reams. I'm not one of those little wimps that will take it. When I say I want a blow-job, my women get down and start sucking."
"I'm not your woman!" she snapped in anger.
"Sure, you are. Teach." he said. "You sucked my cock, didn't you? I didn't know what you wanted until you had my cock in your fucking mouth. But you sucked me off. and you couldn't get enough of it. That makes you my woman, cunt!"
"Mac, the janitor... "
"Shit," he replied. "So what?"
"He could come in and... "
"You'd just suck him," Mac said. "Wouldn't you like that, Miss Reams? Sucking us both off? I bet the old fart would have a heart attack."
Carol sobbed, slumping against the ropes, her cheeks wet with unrestrained tears. She was frightened of being caught, frightened of what Mac was going to do to her. She felt her skirt being lifted from behind. "Mac, what are you doing?" she asked, choking on her sobs.
"I'm gonna see your fucking ass, Teach," he replied in a low, husky voice. "I'm gonna take myself a peek at what you keep trying to hide from me. How come you don't wanna show me your ass, Miss Reams? Something wrong with your ass, maybe your cunt? Is that why you suck cock and don't let a guy fuck you? Something's wrong with your ass and cunt, huh?" Her skirt was lifted high, and she felt Mac's eyes burning on her body. She listened to his heavy breathing. Carol wore bikini panties, silky and lacy, and nylons. The panties hugged her shapely ass sweetly, the white asscheeks showing because the panties dug into the split of her firm ass. Her legs were long and silky, beautifully shaped.
"Not bad, Teach," she heard Mac saying in an excited voice from behind her. "You have a beautiful ass, Miss Reams. I don't see why you would want to hide this sweet ass at all."
She felt his hands inside the elastic waist, and she cried out as he gave a quick, sharp pull. The panties ripped from her, fluttering to the floor. She was exposed to him, and her shame deepened as she hung her head, sobbing. She felt him touching her ass, running his hot palms over the silky asscheeks, the backs of her thighs. She trembled, but didn't dare twist her hips. Behind her, Mac squatted, peering between her long thighs at her cunt. She felt his hand slide between her thighs, cupping her cunt almost gently.
"You have a hairy cunt. Did you know that, Miss Reams?" he laughed wickedly as he squeezed her pussy hard. "Hairy and hot. I never saw a woman's cunt before, you know. The only pussy I've seen is on one of these young twats here at school. I like your cunt, I like it better because you haw such soft hair on it."
Carol gasped.
Mac had pressed his lips to one cheek of her ass, kissing it, sliding his mouth about her ass flesh. "Stop it!" she demanded furiously. "How dare you... "
"You sucked my cock," he reminded her. "I guess I can kiss your pretty ass if I wanna kiss it."
Carol shivered as she felt his hot breath against her naked ass, then her face became very red as his tongue began to slide to her pussy from behind. No boy had ever licked her cunt, despite her hunger to suck them off. A man or two had attempted, but she always shoved them away. A young boy seldom had such thoughts, she had felt. But Mac wasn't just any young boy; he had experience with girls.
"Don't do that!" she hissed, his tongue probing the soft, wet lips of her cunt.
Mac ignored her protest and pulled her hips back, his tongue slipping up her cunt from behind. She felt his nose breathing into the crack of her asshole while his tongue licked at her pussy. She closed her eyes, confused about being embarrassed. She felt his tongue slip past the lips of her cunt, and she began to cry softly. His tongue fucked in and out of her pussy, and Carol was starting to twitch her ass. She had never felt such sensations between her legs before.
A low, soft moan came from her.
Mac pulled his tongue out of her cunt. "You like it, huh?" he snickered.
"No, I don't," Carol answered, but her voice was weak. "Mac, untie me, please. I'll suck your cock... I'll give you a blow-job, Mac! You love to have me suck you off. Let me suck your cock, Mac! Just untie me so I can turn around, and I'll suck you good."
"I don't wanna get a blow-job," he said. "I wanna fuck you, Teach. I need some of your hot, hairy pussy-that's what I need this time."
"Mac!" she groaned.
She could hear his clothing rustling, and knew he was pushing his jeans down. She tried to twist her head around to see, but couldn't turn far enough. The cheeks of her ass clenched as if to ward off an invasion, something that made Mac giggle with delight.
She felt him push the head of his cock against her naked ass, felt the hot wetness smearing her flesh. She jerked her hips forward.
"You can jerk around after I get my cock in your cunt, Miss Reams," Mac laughed lewdly. "Once I get my cock up your fucking cunt, you can twist and jerk all you want. That will make it real good." She felt him drag the head of his cock down the slit of her compact ass, leaving wetness on her flesh. She closed her eyes tightly, the tears of embarrassment flowing hotly to her chin.
Behind her, Mac bent his knees slightly, and worked his cock along her crotch, making soft sounds of pleasure as he felt the wet heat of her pussy sliding on the cockshaft. Carol shivered, feeling the hot throbs of his young cock sliding along her cunt. She didn't know why she was trying to stop him from fucking her. There wasn't anything she could do about it in the first place, and if it gave him pleasure to shove his cock into her cunt, why not? She wouldn't feel much, and it would be over soon enough. Maybe then he would let her go.
She relaxed as best she could, her legs straining to hold her weight up and lessen the pull on her wrists. Behind her, Mac bent his knees a bit more, and she felt the swollen head of his cock pushing into her cunt. As always before, she only felt the fullness, the stretching, but no enjoyment.
Once his cock was in her cunt, Mac gripped her naked hips and began fucking in and out of her pussy. Thinking it would end faster if she shoved her ass to him, Carol pressed back.
"That's it, Teach, baby!" Mac cried out with delight. "Hump your fucking ass! Fuck my cock, Miss Reams! Ooooh, you sure have a hot, wet cunt! Ahhhh, nice and tight, tighter than some young cunts I've fucked! Ooooh, this makes my balls bum!"
"Hurry!" she hissed, pumping her naked ass back and forth. "Hurry up and come! The janitor might.." Mac yanked his cock from her cunt.
"Don't!" Carol gasped. "Hum' up, if you have to do this! We can't be caught, Mac!"
"Who gives a fuck?" he said from behind her.
He pinched Carol's ass, very hard, between his fingernails.
Carol screamed before she could choke it back.
Mac giggled lewdly.
He dug his fingers and thumb into the soft, tender flesh of one inner thigh, pinching hard. Carol choked on the screams of pain. She twisted her hips in an effort to make him stop, but the more she wiggled, the more he pinched. She was very tender between her thighs, and Mac seemed to know this. He pinched both thighs, leaving angry red marks, marks that seemed to increase his excitement.
"You like it, don't you, cunt?" he said, pinching both cheeks of her sweet, pretty ass at the same time. "You go for this, don't you?"
"It hurts, Mac!" she cried. "Please, don't hurt me!"
With relief, she felt him pull his hands off her. But Mac was only standing back, gazing at her nakedness, his cock jerking up and down with hardness, glistening wetly from her cunt. His eyes gleamed as he stared at her tight, beautiful ass and long, long thighs. Again he squatted down to look up at her cunt. Carol felt his hand on her pussy again. She slumped as he rubbed the cuntlips.
Mac curled the silky hair of her cunt into his fingers, and began pulling it. Carol sobbed loudly, trying not to scream. The pain became worse, and she didn't know if she could hold back the scream, but then he turned her cunt hair loose. The pain stayed with her, slicing through her cunt like a dull knife.
Mac, unexpectedly, swung his open palm against her vulnerable ass.
Carol screamed as the pain burned through her. She clenched the cheeks of her ass, jerking her hips against the stall door. Mac watched her ass turn red, and he giggled wickedly. "Now are you gonna fuck me?" he growled. "I thought I was!" she cried. "I mean, like you love it?"
"If you don't hurt me anymore, II.." He slapped her again, very hard.
"Yes!" Carol screamed. "I'll fuck you like I love it! Ohhh, God, don't hit me anymore! Fuck me, Mac! Put your cock in my cunt and I'll fuck it real good for you!"
"You better," he said, sliding his cock to her cunt again. "You better fuck me good. Wiggle your hot fucking ass and slide your hairy cunt on my prick. If you don't fuck me like it was in your cock-sucking mouth, I'll really heat up your naked ass!"
Carol began pumping her ass back and forth, sliding her cunt on his cock. She pressed her tear-stained face to the door, crying unashamedly as she wiggled and twisted, listening to his gurgles of pleasure. She rammed her ass back, jerked it forward, feeling nothing but the fullness of his cock inside her pussy. She wasn't excited at all. Her ass still hurt, and it felt as if he had pulled hair from her cunt. She jiggled and worked, trying to make him come fast.
Mac held her hips, leaning back with his hips pushed forward, watching her ass move with hot eyes. He was breathing hard with excitement, his cock tingling and his balls swelling.
The ropes cut into Carol's wrist as she churned her ass, but there was nothing she could do about it except try and make him come as quickly as she could. Her ass whipped back and forth, her cunt gripping at his throbbing cock as tightly as possible. She listened to his breathing, felt his hands gripping her hips.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it!" Mac called out in a thick voice. "Ride my cock with your hot cunt! Way to go, bitch! Ohhh, you're gonna bum my cock off, your cunt is fucking hot!"
Carol listened to the wet sounds her cunt made on his prick, and to her surprise, began to feel a small tingle of sweetness in her pussy. She shot her ass back and forth, fucking his cock deep into her cunt as he stood rigidly, and found the tingle growing. It was like an itch that couldn't be scratched, but with a nice feeling. Carol began to gasp, very softly. Her eyes closed, and she shook her ass faster, humping back and forth. She pressed her straining tits against the door of the toilet stall, fucking hard onto his cock.
"Ohhh, I'm about to let go, Miss Reams!" Mac groaned. "I'm going to shoot a bucketful up your cunt!"
"Hurry!" Carol gasped. Something was happening in her cunt, something she had not felt before. "Ohhh, please hurry and come!"
With a wild grunt. Mac fucked his cock hard and deep, and Carol felt his scalding cum flooding her cunt. But the sensations she had been feeling receded, and then there was only that stuffed feeling once more. She began to cry, but now she wasn't sure why. She felt as if she had missed something, something very important.
Mac pulled his cock out of her pussy, and Carol felt the hot jism drip along her inner thighs, to the tops of her nylons.
After a moment or so, she felt Mac releasing her. He untied her ankles first, and as she closed her legs, they felt numb. When he untied her wrists, her arms dropped. She stood facing the toilet door, trying to get her thoughts together, feeling hot cock cream seeping along her thighs, ashamed of what happened.
"Aren't you gonna wash up?" she heard Mac say.
Woodenly, she turned toward the row of sinks, and walked on wobbly legs to them. She turned on the cold water, leaning over and splashing her face. She gasped when she felt her skirt flipped to her waist again, but she didn't want to rum around and face Mac. She didn't think she could ever face him again, even in the classroom. Sucking him off had been her idea, and both had initiated it, really. But now he had violated her, fucked her. He had taken what she didn't enjoy giving, and she felt dirty, degraded.
As she leaned over, washing her face, she felt his eyes on her exposed ass again. She decided then and there never to wear nylons, at least to school, again. She would buy pantyhose, and new panties, the utility type, just in case. The panties he had ripped from her lay on the floor, and she didn't want frilly, lacy, soft panties on her body again. They only inflamed and aroused those who saw them.
She was starting to lift her face, reaching for a paper towel, when suddenly Mac brought his open palm up from the floor, slapping her between her legs very hard.
Carol's eyes popped wide with shock, and then she felt the pain on her cunt. It felt as if her cunt had been set on fire, and she almost doubled over with it. "Why?" she cried. "Why did you hurt me, Mac?"
He snickered. "To show you you're my woman, my cunt, not Miss Reams. You gotta do what I want, or I'll slap your hot fucking cunt from here to yesterday!"
She heard him leave, and she slumped against the sink, crying with pain and humiliation. After all this time of enjoying her special desires with a young boy, it had finally caught up with her, she thought. She had found a boy much too aggressive for her, a boy who wanted to take charge of her, her body.
On her way to her car, she vowed never to suck cock again, especially one of her students.
She was entering her apartment when she remembered her panties still on the floor of the boys' restroom at school...
CHAPTER THREE
The next day was hard on Carol.
She avoided Mac's eyes as best she could, but she had to sit in front of the class, facing them, and lecture, call on students for answers. She caught Mac smirking and leering at her, and she spent the day blushing with shame. She knew the students were commenting among each other about her odd behavior, but no one questioned her.
Beneath her dress, she wore a plain bra and plain panties. She had gone out late the night before and bought them. They were not bikini cut, nor hip-huggers, but high on her waist. Over those she had on pantyhose, and her shoes were plain and unattractive. Behind her desk, she sat with her knees together, although there was a covering on the front to prevent students from seeing her knees. Still, she felt as if Mac, at least, could see right through the desk, see her knees, through her dress.
The day was almost over, and she wanted to get out of the classroom fast, away from her students. She was sure they all knew what Mac had done to her, sure she could see it on every one of those young, fresh faces.
Just before the end of the class, she had to use the blackboard to illustrate a point. Scrawling the chalk across the board, she had her back turned for a moment. Usually, she tried to keep her face toward the class, but today she couldn't. There were a few giggles and snickers behind her.
Without warning, something popped her ass.
On pure reflex, she shot her hips forward and dropped the chalk, grabbing for her ass. Someone had shot a paper clip at her with a rubber band, and it stung. Still holding her ass, she turned to face the laughing students. Mac had a rubber band in his fingers, twirling it about and looking belligerently at her, his eyes daring her to say something.
Her voice was too high when she dismissed the class a few minutes early, and her face was crimson with a deep blush. She watched the students file out, some of them giggling at her discomfort. But Mac was still sitting at his desk, watching her with knowing eyes.
"That means you, too, Mac," she said, trying to put force into her words, and failing miserably.
"I'll stay a while," he said, slumping in his chair, legs wide, his crotch bulging suggestively. "I'm in no rush."
"Mac, leave, please," Carol said.
Slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket and waved it about slowly above his head. Carol recognized it as her tom panties. She stood up, her legs weak. "Give those to me!"
"Naw, I wanna hang onto them," he said.
Carol knew she couldn't take them away from him. He was very strong, and she felt weaker than usual. Seeing her skimpy panties waved about that way increased her humiliation. Carol was so frightened, she didn't realize there was no way the panties could be connected with her. They were standard, could be bought anywhere by anyone.
Stuffing her panties back into his pocket, he got to his feet. As he swaggered toward her, Carol backed away, but her gaze went to the hard bulge of his cock inside his jeans. She swallowed, lifting her hands as if to push him away. Mac grinned evilly at her, and stood looking for a moment, then slapped her hands away. Carol cried out and found herself backed into a corner, with no place to run. She began to cry, unable to stop the tears.
"Fucking crybaby," Mac snorted, but his eyes showed how pleased he was to make her cry.
He shot a hand out, clamping his fingers about her tit before she could twist away.
"Don't touch me!" she hissed, trying to push his hand away. "Don't!"
Mac squeezed, grinning as he watched her face contort. He squeezed slowly, but harder. Carol was gasping as the pain slowly came over her tit. Her eyes rolled and her mouth opened, but she was afraid to scream. She didn't want to be caught with Mac, not this way. He was squeezing harder and harder, and Carol began to cry with a stabbing pain. Then he twisted her tit, very slowly, but painfully.
While he had her tit twisted with excruciating pain, his other hand shot to her crotch, pushing her dress between her thighs. He rubbed at her cunt brutally, smashing the tender cuntlips and clit. Carol felt as if the pain was meeting between her tits and cunt, becoming excruciating. If he didn't stop soon, she would scream, she knew she would scream.
As suddenly as he had grabbed her, he removed his hands. Carol cringed into the corner, sobbing and trying to soothe the pain in her tits and cunt. Mac watched her hands, giggling foolishly. "You play with yourself, Miss Reams?" he asked. "Do you play with your tits and cunt this way often?"
"Oh, God, it... you hurt me, Mac," she sobbed.
"Tough tittie, Miss Reams," he grinned, his hands opening his jeans and pulling his raging hard-on out. He slowly stroked his cock as he watched her, then he lifted his balls free. Through her tears, Carol could see. And, despite her pain, despite her humiliation at the hands of this teenaged boy, she felt herself responding to what she saw. His cock was so big, so hard! And his balls... Carol was crazy over young balls, full balls, heavy balls, especially when there was very little hair on them. She hated hairy balls.
"Show me your cunt," he said, running his fist back and forth on his cock. "Show me your hot hairy pussy, Teach!"
"No, Mac, please," Carol whimpered, glancing at the door of the classroom. "Leave me alone, Mac. I won't bother you again, if you'll just go away and leave me alone."
"You won't bother me, Miss Reams," he said. "But you will give me a blow-job when I say, or fuck me when I tell you to."
"No! Mac, you can't... "
"Lift your fucking dress and show me your cunt!"
He emphasized his words by swinging his open palm across her tit.
Carol stifled the scream in her throat as the searing pain filled her tit. It could have been worse, but the plain bra and her dress helped, but just a little.
"Now!" he demanded, threatening to slap her tit again.
With tears streaming down her face, Carol lifted her skirt.
"Higher, cunt!"
She brought it to her waist.
"Aw, shit," Mac grunted. "What you got that shit on for, Miss Reams? Pantyhose, for fuck's sake! And where did you get those panties, at some antique sale?"
He gripped the elastic waist of the pantyhose, trying to tear them. But they were strong, and he couldn't rip them from her. While she stood pressed into the comer, crying helplessly, Mac jerked her pantyhose down and yanked them from her feet, almost making her fall. When he tried to tear the panties from her hips, he ran into the same problem. Angered, he jerked them down and off, and tossed them over his head. They landed on a chair in the front row.
"Now, that's pussy, Miss Reams!" he said, gazing at her nakedness. "It's a shame to hide a cunt like that inside pantyhose and those crazy panties. From now on, it's nylons and those pretty little silky ones, understand?"
Carol didn't answer.
He grabbed a handful of her pussy hair, twisting and pulling at the same time. Carol cried out with pain. "Understand?" he demanded, giving her pussy hair a vicious yank. "Yes!" Carol almost screamed. "God, yes!"
"Now you're learning, cunt," he snickered, sliding his fingers between her thighs and feeling her pussy.
She closed her eyes when he worked a finger inside her cunt, and began fucking it in and out.
His cock was still out of his pants, his balls very full and hot beneath it. "Take hold of my cock and jerk me a little."
He didn't give her a chance to comply, but brought her right hand down and closed her fingers about his cock. The heat burned at her hand, but she began to pump it. His finger inside her cunt was stabbing, but she didn't feel excitement from it. Her hips twisted gently, her passion responding because she had his cock in her hand. Mac brought his free hand to her head, sliding his hand along her wet cheek, past her ear, to the back of her head. When he began pulling her face down, she resisted, but that failed, too.
"On your fucking knees, you cock-sucking cunt!" he said harshly. "You're gonna suck my cock a little."
Carol had no choice but to comply. The pressure at the back of her head didn't hurt, but she knew he could hurt her anytime he wanted. She bent her knees and knelt in front of him. Taking her face between his palms, he pulled her mouth to his cock. Her lips opened as the dripping cockhead touched them, and then she filled her mouth with his hard prick. Her eyes closed with growing ecstasy as the hot prick brushed over her tongue. She pulled her hand off his cock and gripped his hips, taking his prick deeply into her mouth, a whimper of rapture coming from her.
"Suck it good, Miss Reams," he urged, his hands holding her face. "Suck my cock real good, and maybe I'll let you go."
She bobbed her face back and forth, sucking with hunger. The taste of his seeping pre-cum excited her, and her cunt began to bubble and steam wetly. She moaned softly, sliding her wet lips back and forth, his hot balls brushing her chin, making her shiver in delight. She moved her hands to his tight, young ass, squeezing the cheeks and drawing his cock as deep into her mouth as she could.
Mac, arching his hips to her face, looked down. He grinned as his eyes glowed, seeing her lips stretching around his hard-on, feeling the greedy pull of them, the licking of her tongue. With a vicious jerk, he pulled her head forward and rammed his hips to her face at the same time. Carol choked as his hard cock slithered into her throat. She couldn't breathe, and he held her tight. Her eyes opened, looking up at him, pleading for him to turn her loose.
"You like cock down your fucking throat, Miss Reams?" He laughed at her discomfort. "You like it real deep, don't you, you fucking cock-sucker!"
Carol fought to breathe. She felt like she was going to pass out.
Mac released her just in time, and Carol jerked her mouth from his cock and sucked in air greedily. She sat on her heels, her head hanging, and cried. Her throat felt bruised. Mac moved away from her, his cock jerking out stiffly from his open fly. He picked up her pantyhose and stretched them, watching her. "Stand up!" he said. Weakly, Carol obeyed.
He grabbed her upper arm roughly, pulling her toward the desk. With his free hand, he swept everything off her desk to the floor. "Now get on top of your desk."
Carol, sobbing her shame, climbed on top, and before she knew what he was up to, he had pulled her hands to her knees, smashing her face and shoulders onto the desk. She cried out as he pushed her knees beneath her body, sending her ass into the air. Moving quickly, Mac tied her hands to her bent knees. Carol struggled feebly, but she was tied securely, her ass high, knees underneath her, hands at her knees. Mac flipped her dress over her ass, almost to her head. Carol blushed with shame, her bare ass exposed to him.
"What are you going to do?" she cried, her voice choking. "You'll find out, cunt!"
Carol felt his hands touching her naked ass, running over her spreading ass cheeks. He cupped her bushy cunt and gave her a squeeze. Carol was ready to cry out, but he didn't hurt her. He brought the edge of his hand along the crack of her ass, and tried to pull her asshole inward as she felt his fingers slide over the crinkled pucker.
"Nice ass, Teach," he said. "Kind of a cute ass, too. Did you know your asshole is pink, Miss Reams? Did you know you have hair around your asshole? Not much, but a little."
Carol felt she would die. No one, but no one, had ever seen her asshole. Those few times she had experimented by letting a man suck her cunt, it had been in the dark. With Mac gazing upon her asshole, she felt more degraded than when he fucked her in the boys' restroom. He was running his fingers about her asshole now, sliding his whole palm about it. She closed her eyes as a means to hide her shame. Mac didn't care if she closed her eyes. He rubbed at her asshole with his fingertips, then his palm. But her eyes popped open again when she felt him pressing a finger at her asshole. She tried to tuck her crotch down and under, but couldn't.
Mac laughed at her efforts and, ignoring her sobs, fucked his middle finger up her ass.
Carol gasped, and tears rolled freely from her eyes. It didn't hurt badly when he jammed his finger up her asshole, but it hurt. It hurt more when he began to stab in and out. His nasty laughter increased her sense of degradation.
Mac pulled his finger out of her asshole swiftly, and Carol felt as if her asshole had been opened up. Mac. with a snort of meanness, rubbed his palm about Carol's mouth. She inhaled the scent of shit on his palm, and tried to turn her face away. Mac grabbed a handful of her hair and her mouth opened to scream. Before the sound came out, he thrust his finger into her mouth, the finger he had fucked up her ass.
"Eat shit, Miss Reams!" he giggled lewdly. "Eat your own fucking shit!"
Carol gagged as his finger went to her throat. She could taste it now. She strained against him, but it was useless. Mac pulled his finger out of her mouth. "I think I'll fuck your pretty ass, Miss Reams."
"Mac, no!" Carol cried out. "Not that!"
He was rubbing her asshole again, standing behind her. He had pulled up a chair, and was on it, his cock level with her upturned ass. Carol twisted, trying to move her ass, but it only excited Mac. "Shake it, cunt!" he urged. "Shake your hot ass for me!" Carol stopped immediately when she realized her mistake.
She felt the head of his cock touching her asshole. She held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut, already feeling the pain. The pressure increased.
"Oh, God... Mac, let me suck you off!" she begged. "You know you love it when your cock is in my mouth! Please, fuck my mouth, Mac! I've never done it this way before! It's going to hurt me, Mac! Please, don't hurt me! I've never done it this way before!"
"You have now," he grunted, and lunged.
His cock fucked up her tight asshole, and Carol could not choke back the scream of pain.
His cock fucked into her tight asshole fast, and it felt as if he had sliced her body into two pieces. Her asshole burned and ached, and his cock seemed very deep. She cut off the scream, not wanting anyone still in the school building to hear her. The pain of his cock up her asshole was better than being caught.
"Ahhh, good!" Mac moaned from behind her.
Carol felt her asshole clamp and open, squeezing his cock, as if trying to shove it out.
"Take it out!" she sobbed. "Ohhh, God, take it out of me! It hurts, Mac! Ohhhh, it hurts so much!"
"The fuck it does!" he snorted. "A lot of cunts like it up the ass!"
"I don't!" she cried. "Oh, it hurts so much! Let me suck it. fuck my pussy! Anything but in my ass!"
Mac gripped her hips and began to ram his cock in and out. Carol cried with pain, her asshole aching and on fire. She could feel the hard throbbing of his prick, feel it go so deep. The pain of taking a cock into her asshole radiated to her cunt, even up to her tits. He fucked in and out, making little grunting sounds of pleasure. He watched her asshole stretch around his cock, and he laughed softly. He dug his fingers into her soft hips painfully, jerking her ass back as he stabbed forward. Carol cried, the tears hot. She couldn't pull her hands from her knees. The pantyhose held her in this obscene position, and he was fucking his cock in and out swiftly, grunting and moaning.
"Up the ass, Miss Reams!" Mac was saying. "I'm fucking up your hot teacher's ass! You sure have a tight asshole, Miss Reams! Hey, you sure have the right name... Reams! That's what I'm doing, reaming your fucking asshole out good!"
The pain seemed to be subsiding. Carol didn't know if her asshole was becoming numb or what, but the pain was slightly better. Her asshole still felt as if it had been stretched, opened up wide, but at least it wasn't hurting so bad now. In fact, she could now feel his hot young balls slap against her cunt. She even began to enjoy the way his balls touched the hairy, wet lips of her cunt.
To her horror, she realized her cunt was reacting to his cock up her ass. She was getting wetter. She could feel her pussy juices seeping out of her cunt, and her clit was swelling. She had never felt anything like this before. She was responding to him as if his cock were in her mouth!
Her asshole held his cock very tightly, and even the friction of it along the gripping ass ring began to feel good. "Mac... "
"Shut up!" he gasped, ramming hard into her asshole. "I don't wanna hear any fucking complaints! I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, whether you like it or not!"
"Mac... "
He slapped her hip very hard. "Oh!" Carol cried out.
"I said shut the fuck up!" he snarled, and rammed his cock violently into her asshole. "Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone! I'm gonna come up your hot asshole soon!" His fucking became wilder, faster, seemingly deeper.
Carol was gasping, too. Her cunt was so hot, and she felt as if she were going to come with him. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, didn't really want to understand. The pain was still in her asshole, but it was a delicious type of pain now. She welcomed the pain, and her cunt was throbbing and swelling and her clit was knotted.
Almost unaware of it, Carol began to push her ass to him each time he lunged. Mac was much too excited to notice, though. He was holding her hips again, fucking her asshole vigorously, his young face tilted upward, his expression ecstatic. His balls beat upon Carol's cunt, enhancing her sensation of impending orgasm. She tried to arch her ass to get his balls slapping at her clit, but couldn't raise high enough. Her fingers curled into the flesh behind her bent knees. She closed her white teeth into her bottom lip. She was going to come, she knew she was going to come. It was a surprise to her-she had never come in her life unless she had a hard cock spraying thick come juice into her mouth.
Mac fucked his cock deeply into her asshole, gushing the scalding juices of his young balls along the tender, soft walls of her ass. Carol strained to make her orgasm explode. Her cunt throbbed and vibrated, and she was moaning with need. The hot spurts of his cum seemed to fill her asshole.
She was so close...
And Mac, finished, pulled his cumming cock out of her ass, slumping into the chair he had stood on, breathing hard. Carol began to cry. She had almost come, and the need was still rumbling through her pussy. As the feeling went away, she began to sob with shame.
Mac, getting his breathing under control, watched Carol's asshole pucker, seeing her cunt still so wet with her juices.
"I think you enjoyed that, Miss Reams," he said, getting out of his chair and untying her. "I sure think you like it up the ass. You're a crazy cunt, you know that? You suck cock and come real wild, but you don't get anything out of taking it in your cunt. But I do believe you like it in the ass as much as your mouth."
He dropped her pantyhose on the floor, and Carol remained with her ass in the air, afraid to move, afraid it would arouse him again. He came to her face, caressing her cheek with his hand. His cock and balls were still out of his pants, and he pushed his prick to her mouth.
"Give my cock a nice kiss," he said, "and I'll leave you alone."
Eager to do anything to get him out of the room, Carol kissed his cock. She smelled her asshole on it, and made the kiss swift. "That was nice, cunt," he said. "Now you can leave."
He walked away, and she didn't move for a long time after hearing the door close. She remained there, ass high, skirt at her shoulders, crying with humiliation.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carol realized she wasn't safe from Mac.
She couldn't quit her job and leave; she needed the job badly, and it wasn't easy getting another position. If only it weren't for her uncontrollable hunger for young boys. That was her trouble-young cock. Even if she did manage to get another job, it would start again. If only Mac had not turned out to be so mean, she thought.
Her mind kept returning to what she had felt when he had her tied and helpless, when he fucked his cock into her asshole. Something, she didn't know what, had almost caused her to come. She had never come with a cock in her cunt, never. Her cunt had always been numb. Yet, when he tied her to the toilet stall, fucking her, she had almost come. And in her ass... Carol could hardly believe that one. She wondered if she would have come if he had lasted a little longer. She was, she admitted, curious about it.
In her early thirties, she never enjoyed an orgasm that way. It didn't make much sense to Carol, but then it never made sense to her that she always came when she sucked a cock off, either. It just happened that way. For a time, Carol thought she was some sort of freak, but by the time she was twenty, she accepted her aberration, if that was what it was, and enjoyed it. She knew the boys certainly enjoyed it. Young boys had trouble getting those stiff cocks into some young girl's pussy as it was, and hardly ever got a blow-job. She had found many of them obsessed with getting sucked off. They were delighted, ecstatic, if they had a blow-job. Yet, as much rapture as they received from sticking their cocks into a girl's mouth, they seemed to revile the girl later, think of her as a whore or a nasty, dirty sort of girl.
Carol didn't think of herself in that way at all.
For a week, Mac left her alone, but Carol was always nervous and wary when he was around. She had difficulty teaching her classes, and became shy in front of the room. She avoided walking up and down the aisles, but on those few times she had to, Mac always seemed to have a hard-on, showing it off as she passed him. To add to Carol's confusion, after seeing his cock straining inside his pants, she felt apprehensive when she returned to the front of the room, with her cunt twitching and becoming moist. Her eyes would wander in his direction, and flashes of his cock would flare into her mind, and she could almost taste it sliding across her tongue.
At the end of one school day, she was walking toward her car, after passing Mac with a couple of his friends. She knew he was watching her, and she hoped, desperately, he wasn't bragging to his friends. She walked stiffly, knowing his eyes were on her body. The stiffness caused her shapely ass to sway more than usual. The harder she tried to hold the sway down, the more pronounced it became.
She climbed into her car, and immediately found Mac leaning in, grinning at her. Carol began to shake, sitting passively beneath the steering wheel, hands folded in her lap, looking down at them shyly. She knew he would jerk the key away again if she tried to start the car, so she sat and hoped he would leave soon.
"You didn't give us any homework, Miss Reams," he said, pleasantly enough. "You haven't passed out homework for a week. What's the matter? You tired of teaching or something? All teachers give homework." Carol sensed, more than saw, another young face on the other side of the car. She was almost holding her breath, hoping Mac wouldn't pull something, not with one of his buddies there. "I... I... " she stammered, hating herself because she was blushing and couldn't stop it.
"Awww, poor thing," Mac said, and moved his hand into the car. Carol watched it as if it were a snake as he rested it on the steering wheel. "Must have other things on your mind, huh, Miss Reams?" She heard the boy on the other side snicker. Her heart pounded; Mac must have said something to make the boy snicker that way.
"That's my friend over there laughing, Miss Reams," Mac said, running his hand along the steering wheel, with Carol hardly breathing as she watched it. "He's a nice kid. I bet you'd like him once you got to know him." Carol ventured a glance, a very brief glance, and saw a boy about Mac's age. He wasn't in her class, and she had never seen him before. "Ted, this is my teacher," Mac said. "You know, the one I told you about. She has a real nice way to teach, you know."
Again the boy, Ted, snickered.
Carol wanted to draw into herself, hide some way.
"Miss Reams is my favorite teacher in the whole school," Mac went on, his hand resting on Carol's shoulder now. At his touch, she cringed and began to shiver. She squeezed her hands together at her lap, tears starting in her eyes. Suddenly Mac's hand moved from her shoulder, cupping her tit, squeezing it with strong fingers. "Oh, please!" Carol gasped as the sharp pain started.
Mac caressed her tit through her blouse, circling her nipple until it bulged. Then he pressed at her tit to make the nipple stand out in hard outline. "Hey, Ted, you ever seen a tit like this before?" The young boy snickered as he watched.
"Mac, please, I have to go home!" Carol cried, not trying to control her tears. She felt humiliated, unable to move, sitting there while Mac fondled and twisted her tit with this boy watching.
"Okay," Mac said, pulling his hand away. "See you later, Ted."
To Carol's horror, Mac ran around the car and jumped in beside her.
"Mac, you can't go... "
"The fuck I can't," he said. "I can do anything I wanna do. Come on, get this wreck going and take me home... your home."
"No," she replied.
"Listen, cunt!" he snarled, darting his hand to her tit and squeezing it as hard as he could. Carol almost screamed. "Let's go, and no more bullshit, understand?"
Trembling fearfully, Carol managed to get the car started and drove carefully from the parking lot. Her tears blurred her vision, and she had to move slowly and very carefully. Mac scooted close to her, placing a hand on her knee. He opened his jeans and let his cock out. It stood up very hard.
"Not in the car!" she gasped. "Someone might see us."
"Who cares?" he sneered, shoving his hand under her dress. He pinched her inner thigh through her pantyhose, making Carol gasp with pain. Her foot bounced on the accelerator, making the car jump ahead, then slow down. "I wanna feel you up, Miss Reams."
He pushed his hand to her crotch, working his knuckles cruelly against her cunt. "Don't hurt me!" she sobbed. "Please, Mac, don't hurt me!"
He didn't say anything, but kept grinding his knuckles against her cunt until she pulled into her parking slot at her apartment building. She looked around carefully, hoping they wouldn't meet any of her neighbors. They all knew she was a school teacher, and she would die with humiliation if they saw her with a student at her home.
"What are we waiting for, cunt?" Mac said, pulling his hand from her skirt. "Let's go in. We might find something real nice to pass the time with in your place."
Carol's apartment was on the second floor, and she went ahead of him. As she climbed the stairs, with him behind, she felt his hand come sliding between her thighs. Carol gave a yelp when he cupped her cunt, her hips jerking forward as she almost ran the last few steps. She managed to get her door open, despite the shaking of her hands.
Mac made himself at home immediately, slouching onto her couch. "Got anything to drink, Miss Reams?"
"Get it, yourself," she snapped, feeling anger because of his control over her.
"Okay," he agreed. "You slip into something more comfortable, like they say in the movies."
"Fuck you," she said, finding it very easy to use the word against him.
Mac laughed and went to her kitchen, and Carol stood in the living room, wondering how she could get him out of the apartment.
"Hey, why don't you do something, cunt?" Mac said, coming out of her kitchen with a soft drink in his hand. "Like, take your fucking clothes off."
"Mac, I want you to leave," she said.
"Tough titty, said the kitty." He sat on the couch, sipping the Coke, looking at her with hot, excited eyes. "Go on, strip it off for me, Miss Reams. I never watched a woman strip before."
"I will not!" she snapped at him, eves blazing.
Mac set his bottle down on her coffee table, not taking his eyes off her. Slowly, he stood up, and Carol began to regret her show of defiance. As he started toward her, she raised her hands and backed up. "No, Mac, don't you dare... "
His hand shot out, and Carol wasn't fast enough to dodge. His open palm slapped her tits. Carol swallowed her scream, afraid her neighbors would hear. She cupped her tits protectively, the pain bad. Mac hooked his fingers into her blouse and jerked, ripping it down the front. He saw her plain, cotton bra.
"Now, that's wrong, Miss Reams," he said. "You're supposed to wear the real sexy kind. You know the kind I like." His eyes turned hard. "Take the rest of your clothes off, or I'll tear them off. It's your choice."
Carol had no choice. She didn't own enough clothing to afford having them ripped to shreds. Crying in helplessness, she began to undress, averting her eyes in shame. She dropped the torn blouse, and unhooked her plain bra. She attempted to rum her back to him, but he refused her even that measure of privacy. She didn't look at him as she fumbled with the zipper of her skirt, but Mac was watching her trembling tits, licking his lips hungrily.
"I've never seen you naked, Miss Reams," he said, his voice thick with eagerness. "In fact, I've never seen any naked woman."
Her skirt fluttered to the floor, and she nervously pushed her pantyhose down. She was in her panties only, and her shame was deep.
"What kind of panties do you call these?" Mac asked. "They're the ugliest things I've ever seen. Where are the kind you used to wear?"
Carol refused to answer him. Her tits trembled with her quiet sobs, and she had her fingers inside the elastic of her panties, but was having trouble shoving them down. She had never been naked with a man before in her life. Always before it had been dark, and they couldn't see her. She was blushing with every inch of her flesh, feverishly in shame.
"Down." Mac said. "Shove those fucking things down."
"Mac... "
"You cunt!" he roared. "I'll rip the fucking things off. Miss Reams!" His eyes glowed. "You know, I think I can call you Carol. I mean, we know each other pretty well by now, don't we?"
Carol shoved her cotton panties down, and as she straightened up, she made a feeble attempt to cover her naked tits and cup her cunt. She stood with her eyes closed, streaming tears of embarrassment.
"Nice, Miss Reams. I mean, Carol," Mac said. "You're really nice. In fact, I'd say you were beautiful. I bet it would turn on the whole school if you showed all those goodies there."
She heard Mac moving, but was afraid to open her eyes. She knew he was walking around her, looking at her nakedness as if she were for sale. Mac gazed at her long, exquisite thighs, her shapely and quite firm ass, her rounded tits and the thick mat of pussy hair. She felt his hands on her flesh, feeling her, touching her. She trembled, but stood passively and cried softly.
"Get on your knees," he said. "That's where a cunt like you belongs, on your knees with a cock in your mouth."
Carol hesitated. If they were not in her apartment, she would scream as loud as she could, scream for help. But she couldn't let her neighbors know any more than she could let the school officials know. Her only choice was to obey him, and hope for the best.
She knelt subserviently on the floor.
Mac took her pantyhose and tied her ankles together, then jerked her hands behind her back, tying them to her ankles. Carol was bent over backward, which caused her shapely tits to arch and swell.
Mac stood in front of her and undressed. Carol tried not to watch him, but she kept peeking. She liked seeing a boy naked, looking at his young cock and balls, his ass. It was as if Mac understood her desires.
He stepped close to her, his cock jutting out. He rubbed the head of his cock across her tits, leaving wetness on her flesh. He pushed his dripping piss hole against her nipples, as if trying to fuck them. He held her shoulders tightlv, pushing his hard cock painfully at first one nipple, then the other.
"Suck it," he hissed at her, digging into her shoulders enough to hurt. "Suck it good, cunt!"
Carol opened her lips and took the head of his hot, swollen cock into her mouth. Closing her eves, she began to suck it. Mac twisted and wiggled his hips, his balls swinging as he watched her mouth. He drew a hand off her shoulder and put it on the back of her head, jerking her face forward, which caused his cock to fuck into her throat. Carol moaned in discomfort, her eyes opening to plead with him not to choke her, to let her breathe.
When she thought he would choke her, he slipped his cock out of her throat, resting the cockhead between her lips. Carol couldn't resist the hot taste, despite being tied this way. She ran her tongue over the smooth prickhead, then lapped the juices from his seeping piss hole. Her eyes smoldered dreamily as she tasted his pre-cum. Her cunt swelled and began to bum sweetly, her clit knotting.
She moaned again, this time with rapture.
"You love it, bitch!" he laughed nastily. "You can't get enough hard cock in your fucking mouth! You're one mixed-up cunt, you know that? You think your mouth is your pussy, don't you?" Carol whimpered, sucking at his cock hungrily, making wet sounds. Mac slipped his prick from her mouth, and Carol cried softly. "Let me, please! Mac, put it back in my mouth. Let me suck you off."
"Maybe I wanna stick it up your ass, Carol."
"My mouth, please!"
"You don't want me to fuck your ass?" he asked in mock seriousness. "I thought you loved hard cock up your tight asshole, Teacher. You did on your desk, remember?"
"No, I want it in my mouth, Mac!" she begged him, ashamed of herself but unable to stop. "Let me suck it! It's so hard and hot, and I need your cock in my mouth, Mac!"
"How about I fuck your mouth? Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes!" she gasped with passion. "Fuck my mouth, Mac! Please, fuck me in my mouth!"
Mac laughed at her, stroking his cock and brushing the wet cockhead over her lips, drawing back as she tried to pull it into her mouth. "Ask me real nice, cunt," he growled. "Ask me real nice and I might, just might, let you suck me off."
"Darling... " Carol started, so ashamed of begging him this way. "Darling, let me suck you off. Please, sweetheart, fuck my mouth. Oh, baby, darling... give it to me now!"
"You're a fast learner, Teacher," he said, and shoved his cock into her mouth. "Now, suck me off real good. I've got a hot load in my balls, all for your cock-sucking mouth!"
Eagerly, Carol sucked, making wet sounds, sliding her hot, wet lips back and forth on his cock. Her tongue licked and swirled, her eyes closing with ecstasy. She didn't struggle against her pantyhose, knowing by now she couldn't get free. When Mac curled his fingers into her hair, pulling her face back and forth on his cock, she didn't mind the pain in her head at all.
To her surprise, the way he jerked her head back and forth, fucking her mouth, increased her own bubbling passion. Her cunt was very wet now, the hot juices flowing along her inner thighs. Her passion to suck his cock off overwhelmed her shame, and she gobbled at his stiff prick with amazing greed. She swallowed his cock desperately, her cunt about to explode with tremendous heat. His balls pressed hard upon her chin, and she inhaled a sweaty, exciting scent from his crotch. With a muffled cry, Carol came. Her cunt convulsed with wet heat, and she began sucking back and forth on his cock desperately, wanting his sweet, thick cock cream boiling down her throat.
"Eat it, bitch!" he growled, clutching her hair. "You're gonna get a fucking mouthful of jizz this time, cunt! Suck... suck hard, you fucking shit!"
The eruption of thick cum over her tongue sent her cunt into strong, almost painful, contractions. She gulped wetly at the gushing juices of his young balls, swallowing as fast as she could. The taste of his cum made her mind reel with ecstasy, and she clenched her naked ass cheeks, purring like a satisfied kitten.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carol lay on her back across the coffee table.
It was starting to get dark outside, and Mac had turned on all the lights, and she was thankful he had pulled the drapes. He was still naked, and her eyes followed his swinging cock and balls.
He had tied her on top of the coffee table, with her arms above her head and over the edge, secured to the legs of the low table. Her ass had been pulled over the edge of the other end, her ankles drawn back and tied to those legs. He had hacked off a broom, and had it between her knees, keeping her legs painfully spread open. Her cunt was fully exposed, and now and then Mac would take a handful of her pussy hair and pull, hard enough to make her cry out.
That was bad enough, but he had sawed off about ten inches of the broom handle, and it was now shoved into her asshole. It had been there for over an hour now, and she couldn't squeeze it out. She knew how obscene she looked, but apparently it excited Mac.
He was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning over her and playing with her arching tits, pulling and twisting her nipples. She had been tied since they entered her apartment. She was almost accustomed to being naked in front of him, but being tied still humiliated her. She had begged him to let her use the bathroom, but he refused.
"How long are you going to do this to me?" she asked.
"As long as I wanna," he said.
"Don't you have to go home? What about your parents? Won't they worry if you don't get home?"
"Them? Shit, they're a couple of drunks. They don't care where I'm at, as long as it's not home."
Each of her tits had bruise marks where he had pinched her, as did her inner thighs, close to her cunt. The cheeks of her ass hurt from being pinched.
She didn't say anymore after that. She was afraid he would stay all night long, tormenting her, hurting her. She had learned by now that when she tried to argue him out of something, he became worse. What he liked best was for her to beg him, beg for his cock. He loved it when she cried, when she blushed. When he pinched her tender flesh now, she fought hard to keep from crying out, knowing it made him pinch all the harder. He twisted her nipples now, twisted them more than she thought possible. The pain was like fire, but she refused to cry out for him.
Mac ran his hand down her naked stomach, brushing his hands through her silky pussy hair. He rubbed for a moment at her clit, then took it between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned over and gazed into her eyes as he began pinching this most tender part of her body.
Carol swallowed a cry of pain, but there was no way she could keep the fear out of her eyes. He pinched her clit, hard, then began to pull and twist at the same time. "Cry, bitch!" he demanded. "Come on, let me hear you cry."
Carol moaned through clenched lips as the pain increased, but she did not cry out the way he wanted. "Fucking cunt!" he said in anger.
He released her clit, and it felt hot, as if he had torn it from her cunt. He leaned over and looked between her stretched legs, peering at her pussy. He ran his fingers along the sides of her cunt lips, then pushed the broom handle a bit farther into her asshole.
"You look real cute with this thing in your fucking ass, Carol. I wonder if I can come up with some way to have it up your ass when we're in school. Just think of it... you standing there trying to teach us, and all the time you've got this thing up your hot asshole!"
Mac suddenly slapped her cunt, hard.
"Don't!" she screamed. "Oh, God, that hurts! Mac, don't hit me there! Oh, God, it hurts so bad! Not my pussy, please!"
That was what he wanted to hear. With a nasty laugh, he began slapping Carol's cunt. At first it wasn't very hard, but then the blows came faster and harder. The wet sounds mingled with her cries. Carol, twisting as best she could, was trying not to scream anymore. She couldn't let her neighbors know what was happening to her.
"Take that, cunt!" Mac laughed, slapping at her wide-open cunt harder and harder. "Fucking cunt! Wet, hot teacher's cunt! Cock-sucking bitch!" Mac's cock swelled hard as he slapped her pussy. Carol could hardly take anymore. Her cunt was on fire with pain, pain that went all the way to her knees, up her stomach to her tits. She was crying openly, tears streaming from her eyes. Each slap of his open palm on her cunt seemed to make her asshole grip and suck at the broom handle shoved up it.
While he kept slapping her pussy, Mac began to stroke his cock with his other hand. He would then rub her pussy juices on his cock and start slapping her pussy again and jacking off.
After a while, his arm tired, and Carol was grateful. Her cunt felt numb, yet it was burning with a fierce need. It felt as if the pussylips were pulsating, as if her clit had flames of excruciating pain shooting from it. Mac watched with interest as her puckering asshole pulled and pushed at the broom handle.
"You look like you're fucking that damn thing with your asshole, cunt," he laughed in delight. "Maybe we should keep your hairy cunt nice and warm all the time this way, Carol. You should see your asshole sucking that fucking broom handle!"
Mac climbed over her, his knees spread on each side of her waist. His cock thrust out hard, his balls swollen again. Carol saw it through the blur of her tears. He was jacking his fist back and forth, now and then rubbing the dripping piss hole over her nipples.
"I'm gonna come in your face, cunt!" he gasped, pounding his cock fast. "I'm gonna jack off in your cock-sucking face!"
Carol wanted to plead with him. It would degrade her to have his cock gushing cum into her face. Somehow, that was humiliating. A cock, when it squirted, should be in her mouth, not in her face, she felt.
Mac placed his prick between her tits, squeezing them over it. He fucked at her tits, the cock-head brushing her chin. She felt the hot throb of his prick sliding along her tits, and she cried softly, knowing he would soon come over her neck and face. Slapping her helpless cunt had excited him tremendously.
While he jerked on his cock again, he reached behind himself and clasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it. Carol bucked and twisted to the limits of her secured wrists and ankles, sobbing pitifully with the pain. Mac laughed as she fought to swallow her screams of pain.
"Scream, cunt!" he urged, pulling up hard on her clit. "Scream your fucking ass off! Let me know it hurts, bitch!"
His cock was dripping a great deal, and the pre-cum smeared her naked tits and chest, even on her neck. After a while, he tired of his nasty little game and climbed off her. Carol slumped in relief, not because his weight was gone, but because he had stopped pinching and pulling her clit. It felt numb now, but the pain was still there. The broom handle was still shoved up her ass. She turned her head away from him, not wanting him to see her shame.
While Mac stood and looked down at her, Carol became aware that her cunt, though throbbing with pain, seemed to be very wet. She didn't understand why that should be. The cool evening air wafted over her spread pussy, and she felt the cooling of it, which told her she was wet from cunt to thigh. Then she recalled that, despite the searing pain in her cunt, it was vibrating in a delicious way. She could even feel her hairy cuntlips pulsate and twitch. Her asshole gripped the broom handle, and no matter how she tried to relax, her asshole simply squeezed and flexed on the thing.
Mac, gazing at her hairy cunt, stood at her side, stroking his thick cock. The view of Carol, tied up and naked before his eyes for the first time, sent trembling excitement through him. It had been fun to tie her up and do those things to her, but it was more fun to have her naked, and helpless. He could do anything he wanted with her now, anything, and she couldn't stop him.
Carol was thinking the same thing. She had fallen into the hands of a cruel young boy, she was thinking. A boy who enjoyed hurting her, humiliating her, degrading her, forcing her to do things she hated. But, did she really hate them? Her cunt was saying she needed this, but her mind was rebelling at this torment.
"Right in your cock-sucking face, Carol!" Mac grunted, arching his hips over her face as he pounded on his cock with a tight fist.
Carol watched through slitted eyes, seeing his cum-loaded balls swinging with his fist movement. "I'm gonna come now!" Mac groaned. "I'm gonna come in your fucking face, Carol! Right in your cock-sucking face!"
She saw his balls draw up tight, and then the scalding spurt of his cum. She felt jism splashing on her cheek. A gasp came from her throat before she could stop it, and by then he was spraying her face with hot cock cream. The drops of cum spattered her face from forehead to chin, on her nose, and would have gotten into her eyes if she hadn't closed them quickly. She tasted his jism on her lips, and the tip of her tongue snaked out. She licked her cummy lips, feeling her cunt pulsing hotly. Her face dripped with his cum, and she felt she should feel degraded, yet she didn't. There was something inside her that was bubbling with passion, something that excited her and made her want more.
Carol wondered if she was going out of her mind. Her cunt was painful from his slapping and pinching of her clit, and her face dripped with hot, creamy cum, and she thought she was about to come. It didn't make sense to her, yet it was there, that feeling of growing ecstasy. She knew she was going to come, and felt it was because she had tasted his jism on her lips. She moaned, a straining sort of sound. Her clit felt very tight all of a sudden, and even her asshole had a sweet sort of burning as it sucked at the broom handle.
Mac. finished coming, rubbed his slippery wet cock about her face, grinning wickedly at her. Carol, losing her inner battle, turned her face toward his cock, her long tongue snaking out and her mouth opening. She tried to get his cock into her mouth, but Mac held it just out of reach. He did, however, let her lick the juicy cockhead and his piss hole.
"Oh, please, Mac!" Carol cried. "Please, let me... "
"You wanna suck it, Teach?" he teased, rubbing the head of his cock over her upper lip. "Is that what you want-to suck my cock? Are you hungry for my cock, Carol?"
"Mac, you don't know what this makes me feel like," she said, her voice nervous. "Why don't you tell me?" he suggested.
"No, please," she protested. "I can't say it." Without warning, he slapped her in the cunt again.
"Mac!" she gasped.
"Tell me!"
"No, I won't!"
He slapped her cunt again, harder. "No, no!"
His palm slapped into her pussy once more. "Mac, it hurts!"
"I know, you cock-sucking twat!"
He slapped his open hand time and again into her cunt, and Carol was gasping with each blow, managing to hold the screams back.
"Tell me what it makes you feel like," he demanded, breathless from slapping her cunt, "or this pussy is gonna hurt so bad, you won't even be able to piss!"
"Don't, Mac! For God's sake, don't hit me there anymore!"
Mac cupped her aching cunt soothingly, rubbing his fingers up and down the swollen cuntlips and clit tenderly. "It sure would be a shame to really hurt this pussy, Carol. You know the guys at school say you have an eating cunt. You know what that is, don't you? It's a cunt made to suck, not fuck. All the guys wanna lick your pussy, Teach."
He closed his fingers into her cunt, increasing the pressure, watching her face contort as the pain grew. He pinched the lips of her cunt with his fingers, and began to twist, hard. "Talk to me, cunt!"
"Oh, don't!" Carol cried. "I'll tell you! Oh, God, stop hurting me and I'll tell you!" The pressure relaxed. "Please, take that thing out of my ass!" she sobbed. He pinched her clit again, twisting it viciously.
Carol screamed, and began to babble. "It makes me feel like a whore, like some nasty woman being punished, that needs being punished. It makes me feel... feel dirty!"
"Don't you like feeling dirty?"
"No! God, no!"
Mac released her and stepped back, looking at her from head to pussy. "I think you need a taste of my ass."
Carol's breath caught when she understood his meaning. The very idea of his ass in her face made her want to choke and gag. Mac turned his back to her. spreading the cheeks of his ass with both hands.
"See my ass, cunt?" he said gruffly. "See that asshole? I'm gonna stick it in your fucking face, Carol. You're gonna suck out my asshole, and you're gonna lick my asshole, and maybe, if you give me a good tongue-job, I won't take a shit in your cock-sucking face."
"Oh, Mac, please!" she whimpered. "Not that! I'll suck you off. Let me suck your cock, Mac. You love it when I suck your cock, don't you? Please, fuck my mouth... come in my mouth! Don't, Mac! Not that... not your ass!" Mac laughed lewdly. "You're sure talking better than before. Come on, tell me not to stick my ass in your fucking face."
Carol clamped her lips. She had not been aware she was using those words. They seemed to excite him, hearing his teacher say them. She didn't want him any more excited than he was already. "You don't wanna talk about it?" he asked, turning to face her again. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I guess I'll just sit in your fucking face, maybe take a few farts."
Carol began to shake with humiliation. She struggled again, feebly, at the ropes holding her to the coffee table. He meant what he said, she knew. He was mean enough to do it, to degrade her in the worst possible way. And, he was mean enough to talk about it, too, to brag to his young friends. The word would get to the faculty, and she would lose her job. She would be disgraced. Carol couldn't take that.
Thinking that if she talked dirty to him, it would prevent him from earning out that horrible threat, she looked at him, her face burning with shame.
"You like to hear me say I want to suck your cock?" she asked softly, her voice shaking with nervousness. "I'll tell you. I love to suck your cock, Mac. I love how hard and hot it is in my mouth. I want you to come in my mouth all the time. I love to have a cock squirt cum into my mouth."
"My ass, Carol," he said. "Tell me you don't wanna suck my ass."
"I don't," she said, feeling desperation welling inside her. "I don't want to... to suck... your ass! I want to suck your cock... not your ass!" Feverishly, willing to say or do anything to keep him from sticking his ass in her face, Carol went on. "I don't want to suck your asshole! I've never had an ass in my face... my mouth on an asshole! That's dirty, Mac! You shit with your asshole, and I don't want it on my mouth, my face, or anywhere on me!"
Mac giggled lewdly. "Keep talking, cunt."
"Mac, please," she begged. "Why don't you untie me? I'll suck you off real good. You don't want to stick your ass in my face; it wouldn't feel that good to you. You like to fuck me, don't you? Shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me, Mac! I couldn't stop you from fucking me, you know. You have me tied up. I'm helpless, Mac, and you can fuck me in my cunt or mouth, and I couldn't do anything about it."
"You're right," he said, leering at her.
Carol knew, by his expression, she should not have said anything about being helpless.
"I can even sit on your fucking face," he said, twisting one of her nipples painfully. "I can fart in your mouth, if I wanna do that."
"Oh, God!"
Mac laughed at her helplessness, and lifted a foot slowly until he stood on the coffee table, facing her feet. Carol looked up between his legs, seeing his balls and cock, the crack of his tight ass. She began sobbing as he started to squat above her face. "No, please don't!" she begged pitifully.
CHAPTER SIX
Carol watched his ass cheeks parting.
Tears ran from her eyes, mixing with the come juice on her face. She saw his asshole, watched it flex and pucker. She tried to turn her face away, but her fascination prevented it. She didn't want his ass in her face, yet there was a perverse fascination as she watched his asshole crinkle and pucker, his balls dangling.
When his ass was a few inches from her face, she smelled the scent of it. The odor of shit wasn't new to her; she had smelled it before. But this guy's asshole, with that scent on it, was close to her face. She tried not to breathe, but found herself becoming dizzy. She drew in air, and along with it the scent of his asshole.
Mac leaned over so he could peer at her face. He pulled the cheeks of his ass wide apart, and moved his asshole closer to her mouth. "Take a nice lick at my asshole, Miss Reams," he said. "I wanna feel your tongue take a real hot lick of my asshole."
"Mac, I don't want to... "
His ass came down hard and fast, smothering her. Carol felt his asshole against her lips, and she clamped them tightly. The odor was stronger now, and she tried to keep from breathing. She choked a few" times, and Mac twisted his ass, smearing his asshole about her lips. She couldn't breathe when he smashed his ass hard and tight into her face. In desperation, she parted her lips, and inhaled quickly. But as her lips opened and she managed to breathe deeply for a second, Mac pressed his asshole to her parted lips. Carol tried to close them again, and found herself sucking his puckered asshole unwillingly.
"Ahhh, nice, Carol!" Mac gurgled, wiggling his ass in her face. "You just suck that asshole, and if you do a real good job on it and make my cock hard, I might let you suck it off."
Carol resisted, passively. Mac rubbed his asshole at her mouth, and she refused to suck, or touch it with her tongue. She hated the scent of his ass, and hoped she would gag and become sick. Mac squirmed, rubbing his asshole at her mouth. She felt his balls on her chin, and that helped some. She had always enjoyed the feel of hot balls on her chin, especially if a cock was deep in her mouth.
Mac shoved his hand through the silky hair of her cunt, and once more began to pinch her already throbbing clit. Carol moaned as the sharp pain burned all the way through her naked body. As he pinched and twisted her tender clit, the pain turned excruciating. Carol's mouth opened wide to scream, and Mac rammed his ass tight into it.
"Lick my asshole, cunt!" he said harshly. "Lick my asshole or I'll rip your cunt apart!" Desperately, Carol shot her tongue out and licked frantically at Mac's asshole. She would do anything to make him stop pulling and pinching her clit. She swirled her tongue against his hot asshole, tasting the shit and sobbing with shame. Mac wiggled his ass into her face, laughing at her degradation. Carol thrust her tongue against the tight pucker, and felt it slide into his ass. She felt Mac squeeze his asshole about her tongue as he moaned in pleasure.
"Tongue it, bitch!" he urged. "Tongue my asshole! Shove your tongue real deep in my asshole!"
Carol began to tongue-fuck Mac in his ass swiftly, wanting to get it over with as fast as she could. Her tongue darted and swished, her lips burning around the crinkled ass ring. She felt his balls writhing on her chin, felt the heat in them. That helped her some, but not much.
"Suck it, cunt! Suck my shitty asshole! You're making my cock stiff, bitch! Tongue-fuck my ass... make my cock hard!"
Carol rammed her tongue in and out of his asshole desperately, amazed that her cunt was throbbing with heat again. She felt her own asshole pulling at the handle of the cut-off broom, as if sucking it like a cock. Things were happening to her, things she didn't want. Her flat stomach was quivering now that Mac wasn't pulling at her aching clit anymore. She felt the juices of her cunt flowing, running hotly over the curves of her ass, along the crack. There was a burning in her cunt that she didn't want. It was the sweet burning, throbbing, of approaching orgasm. She tried to think of something else, anything, but what she was forced to do with Mac. She kept her tongue thrusting into his tight, hot asshole, because she didn't want him to hurt her anymore. Yet, she was taking a strange, perverse delight in being forced to suck at his asshole.
"Ooooh, eat my asshole, Teach!" Mac groaned. "Suck my asshole out! Suck the shit out of my asshole, you cock-sucking cunt! Tongue my ass... lick the shit off my asshole! Eat, shit, you cock-sucking crazy twat!"
Carol fucked her tongue wildly into his asshole, her lips pressed about the pucker, sucking desperately. Her mind rebelled at what she was forced to do, but her cunt was throbbing wetly, and her own asshole seemed to take on a sweet tingle. She could feel her asshole stretched about that piece of wood rammed into it, gripping it almost in pleasure.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
She was being forced to suck this young boy's asshole, tied to her own coffee table. His cock was turning stiff, and she was about to come! It couldn't be happening, but it was.
Carol jammed her tongue deep into his asshole, feeling it grip and squeeze. She pressed hard, trying to go deeper. The scent and taste no longer bothered her. On the contrary, it seemed to enhance the swelling sensations between her spread thighs.
She began to moan as she tongue-fucked him in his ass. The moans started out softly, a moaning protest at this humiliation. But they were changing in tone. She was now moaning with growing rapture, with approaching orgasm. She lifted her head as best she could, pushing her sucking mouth tight around his asshole, her tongue deep. She sucked at his asshole as hard as she could, her mind spinning with what she was doing.
Mac was twisting his ass into her face, and she felt his cock dripping on her neck. She tried to dip her chin, tried to get her mouth and tongue on his balls, but each time she moved, so did he. Kept her tongue on his asshole, either licking at the ass ring or inside it. He ran his hands about her naked flesh, feeling her hips and upper thighs. He toyed with the soft hair of her cunt, even rubbed at her clit in a tender way. He worked a finger into her pussy, finger-fucking her as her tongue darted in and out of his asshole.
Carol squirmed and raised her cunt as best she could to his fingers, feeling enjoyment. That was a puzzle to her, too. After all these years of feeling hardly anything inside her cunt, she was starting to enjoy it. She whimpered softly as she fucked her tongue in and out of his puckering asshole. She felt she would come soon, if he kept pounding his finger into her cunt.
Mac jerked his finger out of her cunt. "Goddamn bitch!" he yelled at her. "You're pissing, you fucking cunt!"
Her surprise sent an embarrassed heat through her body. The feeling of coming was because she was pissing! She held still, very still, trying to stop. She couldn't stop pissing.
"Fucking cunt!" Mac said again, laughing at her shame. "Pissing on the floor! You're gonna be punished for that, you know!"
Carol sobbed, trying her best to stop. All her effort did was to make hot, golden piss spurt rapidly out of her pussy, in a strong arching stream. She began to cry in shame, and Mac was pressing and wiggling his asshole at her mouth again.
"Come on, pussy!" he laughed. "I wanna watch you piss! Piss, you bitch! Piss on yourself! Fucking teacher... pissing all over the fucking floor!" He pushed his ass hard into her face. "Keep sucking my ass, you crazy twat! Suck my asshole and piss!"
Carol's tongue was deep inside his asshole again, but she wasn't moving it. Her face was blushed with shame, and she felt the heat of her humiliation all the way to her fingers and toes. It seemed to delight Mac, though. She felt him running his fingers through the soft hair of her cunt, and each time she tried to stop pissing, a strong squirt would fly out and splash onto the floor.
After what seemed shameful hours, Carol finally stopped pissing.
Mac sat on her face, staring at her cunt. He slowly raised up, and Carol's tongue pulled out of his asshole. She turned her head to one side as he stood looking down at her. She was blushing furiously. Pissing so helplessly while her tongue was up his asshole was, to her at this moment, the final degradation. She wanted to sink into the coffee table, become part of it, anything to hide from his leering eyes.
"You're wet as hell, Carol," he said. "You've got piss all the way to your fucking knees. Shame on you, Teach!"
Carol cried softly, tears streaming from her eyes. Never had she done such a humiliating thing in her life. And, she had thought she was about to come!
Mac stood looking at her with a wild gleam in his eyes, his cock standing up stiffly again. Seeing her piss had excited him, almost as much as having her tongue up his asshole.
"Carol," he said, "you know, you suck ass almost as good as you suck cock. I bet you'd love to have two of us guys, wouldn't you? Maybe we can ask Ted to our next party."
"No!" Carol said before she could stop herself.
"No? That means yes, so I've been told," he laughed. "Everyone knows a girl means yes when she says no." Carol kept her face turned, not wanting to see him.
"Think about it, Carol," Mac said. "You can suck us both off, get yourself a mouthful of two cocks. Maybe you'd love that. We can take rums fucking your hot ass, and if you suck our cocks real good, maybe we'll plug your asshole a few times."
Carol listened to his voice, hearing him excite himself. It didn't excite her; she was disgusted to think of what her hungers had led her to. Her overpowering desire to suck a young cock, the cock of her student, had brought her to this humiliation. She couldn't see any way of getting out of it, either. She couldn't tell anyone. And Mac knew it.
He moved to stand between her spread knees. He looked into her cunt, seeing the broom handle still stuffed up her asshole. Her inner thighs glistened with her piss, and her cunt was wet, deliciously pink. The hair framing her pussy excited Mac, and he stroked his cock with one fist.
There were about two inches of the broom handle sticking from her asshole, with perhaps six or maybe seven inches of it rammed deeply. He could see her asshole grip the wood, see her pussylips still throb. He stepped between her knees, and Carol felt him rub the swollen head of his cock up and down the lips of her cunt. The contact made her asshole suck inward, as if pulling the broom handle deeper.
"You need a little hard cock, Carol," he said. "You need a good fucking, don't you?" She didn't answer him.
"I've never fucked a cunt that just pissed before," he said. "But I'm gonna do it now. All that piss might make it nice and slippery."
With a lunge, he rammed his cock into her cunt. Carol felt the breath being driven out of her lungs. She felt his cock penetrate her cunt brutally. She gritted her teeth as he began pumping in and out, fucking her. She felt his hands on her hips, felt the powerful plunging of his hard, throbbing cock. She could feel the broom handle stuck into her asshole, along with his cock in her cunt. She began to cry as a strange sensation came to her. It was a good, sweet feeling. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this. Yet, her cunt was becoming highly sensitive, responsive to his sliding cock. The friction burned the tight lips of her pussy, and his cock seemed to fuck very deep.
Mac leaned over, cupping her tits in his hands. As his cock stabbed back and forth at her cunt, he squeezed and twisted her tits. The pain seared them, but Carol wasn't crying out. She was sobbing, but the sobs were of surprising pleasure. She welcomed the pain in her tits as he squeezed them, pulling hard and twisting. Her cunt was grabbing at his cock, and her asshole was gripping the broom handle. Things were happening too fast for her, and she was confused, unable to understand this sudden desire to have him hurt her and fuck her at the same time.
"Fuck me."
"What?"
Carol flushed. The words had slipped out before she knew it. "What did you say?"
Mac had stopped fucking into her cunt, but he was smashing her tits with his powerful fingers. "What did you say, cunt?"
"Ohhh, Mac!" Carol whimpered, trying to push her cunt up at his cock. She was crying with shame, yet she couldn't stop herself. She was feeling so good, the pain and ecstasy mixing in some crazy manner. "Fuck me... fuck me hard!" He laughed nastily. "Tell me again!"
"Fuck me!" Carol cried. "Fuck me hard! Ohhhh, please, fuck me with your hard, beautiful cock! Give it to me hard. Mac! Oooooh, please, fuck me!"
"You mean in your cunt, not your cock-sucking mouth?"
"Yes, in my cunt!"
With a lewd giggle, Mac began fucking her again. She felt his hips sliding along her piss-covered inner thighs, felt his cock stabbing very deep, his balls striking the broom handle rammed into her asshole. She trembled feverishly, feeling her cunt expand for his prick. Her clit bulged tightly, intensely inflamed and knotted. She didn't fight against the ropes holding her down, but she twisted her hips wantonly as much as they allowed. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting his ass on them.
"Squeeze my tits!" she cried. "Squeeze my tits hard and fuck me! I want you to hurt my tits... and fuck my cunt!"
Mac was ecstatic as he rammed his cock in and out of Carol's burning pussy. He fucked fast and hard. Carol cried softly as he dug harshly into her naked tits, wanting him to bruise her cunt now. She wanted him to smack his cock as hard as he could into her pussy, make her hairy cunt lips throb with pain.
"Pull my tits!" she urged hoarsely. "Pull my fucking tits hard! Ohhhh, make my tits burn, Mac! Rip my tits, twist my fucking fits! Pull and pinch my nipples... and fuck me hard!"
The tingling in her cunt was a surprise, and Carol churned her hips as best she could, striving to get his cock deeper, harder, faster. She arched her neck as he squeezed painfully at her tits, his cock pounding into her aching cunt furiously now. Every inch of her crotch was on fire, a searing, consuming fire that she welcomed desperately.
"You're going to make me come!" she screamed, her head back, neck taut. The cum on her face was still hot to her, and she licked at her lips hungrily, tasting his asshole on them, straining her bubbling cunt frantically onto his thick cock. "I'm going to come! Ohhhh, fuck me and make me come!"
Mac was gasping with effort, but he was pulling and twisting her tits as hard as he could fucking in a frenzy at her gripping cunt. With a low growl, he thrust hard, and his body went stiff. Carol felt his cock gushing into her pussy, and the wild scream that boiled from her was one of ecstasy. She was coming, coming hard, for the first time in her life with a cock up her cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was early morning, and Carol was still in her bath.
She had to hurry or she would be late for school. But the water felt so good on her battered body, especially her bruised cunt. Mac had been gone for about an hour, and she had been in the tub ever since. He had spent the night with her, abusing her body, fucking her, making her suck his cock and ass. She had marks on her inner thighs and ass cheeks, and would have to make sure they didn't show.
She tried to understand what had happened to her during the night, but it didn't make sense. She had started enjoying the pain he gave her, enjoying being tied and helpless, available for anything he wanted of her, spread out, naked, exposed lewdly. Her tits had blue marks where he had pinched them, and Carol was confused about her awakening emotions, about this pleasure of pain and abuse.
When he left. Mae had told her he wanted her at school without anything on under her dress. He had told her that as if there would be no arguments from her. as if she would obey him without question. Carol frowned at the way things were turning out. She realized her desire to suck her students off was due to their youth, their inexperience. That was part of her enjoyment, taking a young boy's cock into her mouth to suck, to watch his expression of amazed delight when he unloaded that sweet jism into her mouth.
Until now, every one of those young boys had treated her with awe, and a little measure of respect. The poor things, she thought, walking around with those hard cocks, and all the girls their age not giving them any pussy. She had been good to them, she felt, a woman who would take care of those painful hard-ons, and please them very much.
But Mac... he was different. He wanted to hurt her, to tie her up and keep control over her. She could understand part of that. She was a teacher, representing authority over him, and he took delight in having control of her. The part she had trouble understanding was her sudden eagerness to be controlled and tied up by him, her sudden desire to have him hurt her, in those secret places-her tits, her ass, her cunt.
She climbed from the tub, rushing now. She would be late if she didn't move fast.
Pulling a dress over her head, she smoothed it about her hips and thighs. Under it, she was naked-just as Mac had told her to be.
On her way to school, she felt wicked, but it was a nice sensation. No one but her and Mac would know she was naked under the dress. In a way, it was exciting.
She arrived just in time. She got through the morning okay, but found herself blushing when a boy or girl looked at her as if they knew she was naked under her dress.
It was during the lunch hour when Mac came up to her. She was sitting on a bench under a huge tree, drinking a carton of milk.
"Did you do what I said, Carol?" he asked, sitting beside her.
For a moment, she didn't reply, then nodded her head once.
"Show me."
"Here?" she asked, looking about the school campus. Boys and girls, and a few teachers, were sitting on the lawn, eating their lunch. "Why not?"
"But... "
He gripped her upper arm, squeezing hard. Carol winced in pain. "Show me, or you're gonna have some bruises here."
"I'm already bruised," she said, looking fearfully around.
"Yeah," he laughed. "Your legs and ass and cunt, huh?"
She nodded, blushing furiously.
His fingers dug into her inner arm.
"Mac, not here, please!"
"Okay, over there," he said, pointing toward a building.
Not having any choice, afraid his actions would cause students and teachers to look their way, Carol got to her feet and walked beside him to the building. Mac led her around the corner, where they were out of sight.
"Now, show me," he said.
Carol looked around to make sure no one could see them. She lifted her dress quickly to her waist, just long enough so Mac could see her naked cunt. Then she dropped it.
"Hold it up for me," he said. "I wanna see your cunt again."
"Mac, wait until school is over."
"Now, damn it!" He slapped his palm across her tit.
Carol swallowed a scream as pain burned her delicate tit. She jerked her dress to her waist, watching for anyone to come around the comer. She was blushing furiously.
"Let me put my dress down," he pleaded. He didn't reply, but reached into his back pocket and pulled out the broom handle. Carol's eves widened as she realized his intent. "No, Mac, you can't... it won't stay in!"
"Turn around, cunt," he said, shoving her shoulder. "Turn around and hold your dress up."
Sobbing, Carol fumed, her dress at her waist. "Bend over," Mac demanded, pushing at her back. Carol leaned forward. "Pull your fucking ass open."
With shameful sobs, Carol spread her ass cheeks. She groaned as Mac fucked the broom handle up into her asshole. He seemed to push it deeper than last night.
"Now, stand up and let's see if it stays in your hot ass," Mac said.
Carol stood carefully, letting her skirt fall. "No, I gotta see how it is," he said.
She quickly jerked her dress back up. She felt horrible, holding her dress up, naked, with that piece of wood jammed into her asshole. Mac walked behind her, feeling her ass, making sure the broom handle would stay. "Now, if you walk and sit carefully, it might not come out," he laughed. "You don't want that thing to fall out of your ass in front of the class, do you, bitch?" The idea of what happened frightened Carol.
"Just move slow and sit carefully," he said, and he swaggered off, leaving her alone with her tears of shame. "Make sure it's still there when school is out. I'm gonna check on it."
Carol moved, very carefully, feeling as if her asshole was stuffed with a pole. She managed to walk, but it was strange. Afraid the broom handle would slide out of her asshole with each step, she moved in a weird, short-stepping manner, trying to keep the cheeks of her ass clenched.
She entered her classroom long before classes began. She sat very gingerly behind her desk, and winced as the broom handle seemed to disappear completely into her asshole.
Carol felt her students knew about her. On every face she saw smirks, knowing smiles. Mac, of course, kept his eyes on her all during his class period. Carol stayed in her seat at the desk all afternoon, afraid to stand. Oddly enough, she was excited in a perverse way. Part of it was her shame, shame that she could allow Mac to degrade her this way, but mostly because she was reacting in a very intense sexual manner. Her cunt became very wet, and her clit throbbed constantly, making her squeeze her thighs together frequently. Toward the end of the class, Carol looked at Mac. He was sitting there with a smirk on his face, that all-knowing expression she was now accustomed to.
He winked at her, and Carol blushed, but gazed boldly back at him.
Very slowly, she returned his wink.
Immediately, she was filled with shame for winking back at him. She squirmed on her chair, feeling the cut-off broom handle move inside her asshole. A soft moan bubbled from her throat, and she dropped her hands to her lap, out of sight of the students. Pressing a hand into her crotch, Carol felt as if she was about to come. She was frying to lecture, but her voice broke often now.
Her dress was halfway up her thighs before she realized what she was doing. She froze instantly, causing some twitters among the students. She finally managed to continue with her talk, but her palms stroked up and down her thighs, hidden behind her desk. Her cunt was vibrating as if she might come, and the burning, delicious sensation was impossible for her to resist. Feeling deeply ashamed, yet intensely excited, Carol slowly moved her right hand along her thighs, her fingers caressing the inner smoothness. Her voice had become low and husky, but she didn't care. What mattered most at the moment was her cunt; it burned and itched and dripped.
She touched the silky hair of her cunt, and paused. She looked over the students, talking away. Her knees opened, and in an almost breathless voice, she began to caress her inner thighs slowly, building the heat in her cunt, shifting her ass on the chair to make the broom handle move inside her asshole.
When she touched her cunt, she found it fiery and wet, her clit inflamed and throbbing. With a soft mewl in the midst of her class lecture, Carol began to agitate her clit, rolling it beneath her finger, pressing it lightly. Sliding the tip of her finger along the knotted edges of her clit, she thought for sure she was losing her mind.
She was trying to teach a class, and finger-fucking herself at the same time. It was crazy, wild, shameful... but she was governed by her explosive hungers and couldn't stop. She couldn't stop if the whole class had gathered around her desk and watched her.
She was aware of the buzz of whispers, but they didn't seem to come from the same room. She slumped in her chair, rubbing her cunt, eyes half closed, legs parted wantonly. A student left, and then another. Carol knew they were all leaving, wondering about her, glancing back at her, whispering among themselves.
Then only Mac was left in the room with her. He sat slouched in his chair, watching her with glowing eyes.
"Feel good, cunt?" he asked from halfway across the room.
"Mmmmm," Carol murmured, rubbing faster on her clit.
She was gazing at Mac, eyes smoldering. "I asked, does it feel good?"
Carol moaned again. She rubbed hard at her throbbing clit, wiggling her ass on the chair. Although her vision was hazy with passion, she watched Mac open his pants and haul his cock out. He slumped in his chair and began to jerk up and down on his prick. Carol licked her lips, pulling and twisting her clit now. Her other hand lifted and cupped one of her tits. Tears formed in her eyes unexpectedly.
"Mac, give it to me," she groaned. "Please, Mac, help me come!"
Mac snorted, getting to his feet. His cock jutted out with hardness as he moved toward her desk. Carol's eyes fixed upon his prick, watching it swing back and forth in hardness. She licked her lips with anticipation, scooting her ass forward on the chair. She flung her knees wide and rammed four fingers into her cunt, making wet sounds as she thrust them back and forth, fucking herself with abandon, frying desperately to make herself come.
Mac stepped to the side of her desk, looking down at her long legs. Carol kept her eyes hungrily on his cock, her tongue licking at her lips with greedy hunger. She saw his piss hole glisten wetly, and she swallowed with desire. Her dress was at her waist now, the triangle-shaped cunt hair exposed. Mac watched her fuck her fingers into her cunt, and he was grinning with pleasure.
"Want my cock to suck on, cunt?"
"Oh. yes. please!" Carol begged. "Let me suck your cock. Mac! Ohhh. God, I want to taste your hard, hot cock in my mouth! Fuck my face, Mac! Fuck my hot mouth! Oooooh, I want to come so much! I have to come! My cunt is on fire, Mac! Look, see how wet my cunt is?"
Carol pulled her dripping fingers out of her pussy to show him.
"Lick your fingers, if you need something in your cock-sucking mouth," Mac sneered at her, stroking his cock again. "I will!" Carol answered eagerly. "I'll lick my fingers, and then you let me suck your cock. Okay, Mac? Please?"
"Suck your fucking fingers, cunt!"
Carol plunged her dripping fingers into her mouth, sucking them with her eyes burning on his swollen cock. The taste of her boiling cunt filled her mouth as her tongue swirled, her throat swallowing. She rubbed her pussy juices over her lips, then rushed them back to her cunt. Her other hand dug harshly at her tit, hurting it, but she wanted the pain. She needed the pain.
"Put your feet on the desk," Mac said.
Carol obeyed quickly, her feet wide, head resting on the back of her chair. Her body was exposed from the waist down, but she didn't care. Her eyes devoured his hard, young cock, her mouth watering for it. "Now, fuck yourself in the ass with the broom handle."
"No, please... " Carol whined with need. "Let me suck your cock! You promised I could suck your cock!"
"No, I didn't," he laughed. "I just told you to suck your fucking fingers."
"Please!"
"Do it, you shit!"
"Okay!" Carol cried, grasping the portion of broom handle that protruded from her asshole.
She began to fuck it in and out of her asshole, her eyes wet and hot. Tears moved down her cheeks, but they were tears of shame and excitement combined. She stabbed herself over and over in her asshole with the broom handle, her other hand rubbing frantically at her distended clit, her hips twisting wantonly.
She was so close to coming-yet so far.
She sobbed softly, the friction of the broom handle along the ring of her asshole sending wild shivers through her. She would tremble as her cunt almost reached orgasm, but then it would fade away before she came.
Mac watched between her legs. He laughed at her degradation, and began slapping her across the face with his cock. The moist sounds as his cock slapped against her cheek seemed very loud to Carol. She turned her face to it, welcoming his cock slapping her face. She kept fucking the broom handle up her asshole, kept squeezing her tit hard.
"You want something to suck, cunt?"
"Yes, please!" Carol cried. "I want your cock to suck!"
"Suck the broom handle."
"What? You can't be serious!" Carol gasped. "Suck it!"
Carol refused, and Mac slapped her face with his open palm, rocking her head to one side. Her face stung, the blow bringing more tears out of her eyes. "Do it, you fucking bitch!"
Carol yanked the broom handle from her asshole. She brought it to her face, and couldn't help but inhale the odor. She grimaced with distaste, but Mac lifted his open palm, ready to slap her again. Her eyes flew open with fear, and she quickly shoved the broom handle into her mouth. The taste and scent made her gag, but she sucked at the thing. To her surprise, her cunt seemed to actually boil now. With her feet braced on the desk, she twisted her ass, sucking hard at the broom handle. Her eyes glazed over as tremendous heat seemed to fill her cunt. She rubbed hard at her clit.
Mac stood over her, watching with hot eyes, grinning at her self-abuse, taking delight in his control over her. His cock dripped, smearing the front of her dress, where her nipples pushed against it.
Wrapping her hand around the broom handle, she began to push it in and out of her mouth, her other hand agitating her bubbling cunt furiously, her ass twisting. Her stomach rippled in tightness, and her pussy expanded. Carol whimpered softly, making throaty grunting sounds.
"Are you gonna come, Carol?"
"Ooooh, I want to!" she said, taking the broom handle from her mouth. She swirled her tongue about it, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "I want to come so fucking bad! My cunt is on fire, Mac!"
"Suck that handle!" he said. "Suck it and pinch your fucking cunt as hard as you can. You'll come."
Carol rammed the shit-flavored handle back into her mouth and pinched her clit. She pinched as hard as she could, and her orgasm almost burst. "Ohhhh, so close!" she mewled around the broom handle. "Twist the fucking thing!"
Carol pinched and pulled, twisting her clit the way he had so often. She felt the pain, and her eyes glazed over. Her cheeks sank inward as she applied strong suction to the broom handle. She pinched and twisted her clit as hard as she could. And she came.
The spasms went on and on, ecstasy and pain combined, her body shaking violently. Mac stood at her side, laughing at her. The harder she pinched her clit, the harder she came. But it ended much too soon for Carol. She shuddered as the convulsions slowed and then stopped. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw his cock raging in hardness. "Now let me suck you off," she whispered.
"Fuck you, cunt," he replied, stuffing his cock into his pants and swaggering toward the door. "I'll see you tonight at your place. And you better be home, you bitch!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carol cried all the way home.
She had humiliated herself. She had lost control in her classroom, and Mac had not even touched her. He had only watched her, told her what to do. But she had begun touching herself during class. She had done that of her own free will. But it wasn't free will, she told herself. She had been unable to stop touching her cunt behind her desk.
No, this time she couldn't blame Mac.
Entering her apartment, she flung herself onto the couch and cried, deep, racking sobs coming from her. She could see no way out of this mess, no way at all. The only way was to resign, to pack up and leave, go someplace else where she wasn't known, and keep her hot fucking mouth off those young cocks!
Carol didn't know if she had the strength to keep away from her students. She had always found an eager boy ever since she had started teaching, and there would always be one. If she didn't make a pass, one of them would, eventually. She knew she would be unable to refuse, if and when it happened again. Although that bothered her very much, she was bothered more by this change coming over her. She had learned something about herself with Mac, something very important.
Carol was learning to like being helpless, tied up and abused, even slapped in her cunt. It didn't seem to matter if she came or not. Being abused and hurt was enough to give her pleasure.
After a while, she climbed into the tub, soaking her body with the soothing hot water. Her body seemed strange to her, as if it belonged to someone else. It wasn't her body any longer; it belonged to others. Others would take pleasure in bruising her body, hurting it.
It was a beautiful body, slender and curvy, a mouth-watering body that any man would love to hold, to fondle, to love and fuck. But it belonged to a young boy, a boy who would degrade it, humiliate it in the worst way. Her body belonged to Mac.
Carol dried herself and walked through the apartment naked. She was nervous, very nervous. She wanted to be what she was becoming, but on the other hand, she didn't. It could only lead her to ruin, she knew. But there was something inside her now demanding it. Mac had told her he would see her this night, and she found herself anxious to have him with her. Since he had not told her when he would arrive, she went to her room and began to dress.
She found a tight sheath, and pulled it on, feeling wicked again because she was naked under it. Mac would like that, she told herself. He would like it when he discovered her naked under her dress. Carol cringed as the thought came to her that she was trying to please him.
When she realized she was searching the apartment for something he could tie her up with, she leaned against the sink in the kitchen and covered her face with both hands, crying miserably. She was still there when the bell sounded. Drying her eyes quickly with a dish towel, she walked to the door, opening it. "Oh, Mac... " she started saying, pleased that he had finally arrived.
"I told you I'd be here, cunt," he said, and he pushed her out of the way as he entered. Behind him came his friend, Ted. "You're supposed to be alone," she said, her voice breaking.
"Aw, Ted's a good guy," Mac said as he walked to the kitchen, leaving Carol standing with Ted.
Ted stared openly at Carol, his young eyes on her tits. His interest was obvious, and she noticed that his cock was already starting to bulge inside his jeans. Carol fumed and walked away from the boy, sitting on the couch and folding her hands in her lap demurely, blushing because she knew why Mac had brought this boy with him.
When Mac returned, he handed Ted a cold soft drink.
"Hey, make yourself at home," he said, sitting down beside Carol. "Kick off your shoes and have a ball, Ted."
Carol jerked when Mac placed his hand on her thigh, and she caught Ted's eyes watching closely. His cock was straining inside his pants, and he wasn't bashful about it, she noticed. That told her Mac had let the boy in on everything, had brought him here to enjoy her body, too. Carol felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she lowered them. She wrung her hands in her lap, entwining her fingers and squeezing them together.
Stroking her thighs through her dress, Mac said: "Ted has never seen a cunt before, Carol. He's still using centerfolds. I thought you'd give him a peek at a real cunt-your cunt."
"Mac, I... " Carol began to say, her face beet red. She couldn't talk, and began to cry silently, not looking at either of them.
"Shit, you ain't got nothing to say about it, bitch," Mac said, squeezing her thigh. "I say you show my buddy some pussy, you show it. I say you fuck my buddy, you drop your fucking panties, hear?"
Carol began shaking with shame, crying openly. She couldn't raise her face, couldn't look this young boy in the eyes. She was almost old enough to be their mother, but it was they who had control, not her.
Mac began to slide her skirt from her knee, then stopped. "Aw, hell, we got all fucking night."
Ted was still standing, in the middle of the living room floor, his eyes big and excited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His cock jerked visibly inside his jeans. Carol could hear his heavy breathing. "Carol, you go in your room and put on a pair of real sexy panties," Mac said. "And your red garter belt and those black nylons."
"I... please, Mac," Carol whined in shame.
Mac grabbed her nipple through her dress, pinching it as hard as he could. Carol cried out as the pain seared through her tit. "Do it, cunt!" he snarled. "I say do it, you do it!" Carol hesitated, despite the pain in her nipple.
"Will she really do what you tell her, Mac?" Ted asked. "Are you sure we're not gonna get in trouble?"
Mac laughed. "Go on, pinch her other tit. She loves the pain. Pinch her tits and slap her in the cunt, and this bitch will suck your cock all fucking day and night!"
"I don't know... " Ted said.
"Hey, I thought you were my buddy," Mac said. "I didn't know you was a pussy. Either get with it or drag your fucking ass home like a crybaby."
"I'll do it," Ted said quickly.
He stepped toward Carol, his hand coming toward her tit. "I'm sorry, Miss Reams," he said. "I gotta do it. I ain't never felt no tit before, and I sure do wanna touch one."
"You don't have to apologize to a cunt like this," Mac sneered. "You just do what you want with her. Like this."
Mac jerked her sheath skirt high.
Carol gasped, and started to shove it down.
"See that hairy cunt, Ted?" Mac laughed. "That is some fine pussy. You do it right, and you'll have your cock in that hot cunt fast enough." He squeezed Carol's tit. "Now do what I said, and make fucking sure your panties are sexy."
Carol managed to walk woodenly to her room. She could hear them laughing and talking as she searched for a pair of flimsy panties. She finally found a pair, a black lace pair that consisted of tiny front and back panels, with two flimsy elastic straps to hold them about her hips. She undressed and slipped them on, then her red garter belt, and finally her black mesh nylons. The high-heeled shoes were her own idea. She stood looking at herself in the mirror, seeing what the two young boys would see. The soft hair of her cunt was showing above the front panel of her panties, as well as along the crotch. Her cunt seemed to bulge outward more than she recalled. She didn't have to look to know the cheeks of her smooth, shapely ass showed; she could feel that.
"You finished, cunt?" Mac called. Carol's reply was a croak.
"Then get your fucking ass in here," Mac demanded. "Ted has a hard-on about to come through his fucking pants! You gotta get your hot ass in here and take care of it before he comes on your floor." Shaking with humiliation, Carol walked slowly back to the living room. As she came into view, Ted gasped with appreciation. "I didn't believe she would," he whispered.
"Now tell me, buddy," Mac said. "Ain't that cunt better than a dozen jack-off centerfolds?"
"Yeah!" Ted gurgled, his cock straining. "And she fucks, huh?"
"Fucks like you wouldn't believe," Mac said. "All we have to do is tie her up and she goes ape shit."
Carol stood with her hands folded in front of her body, eyes downcast shyly. Ted walked around her, looking at her from head to foot, breathing hard, his eyes shining with passion. Carol wanted to find a hole and crawl into it, but not because this young boy was looking at her. She wanted to hide because her cunt was throbbing, becoming wet, and she wanted them to tie her and abuse her in any way that would excite them.
"Carol, find something we can tie you up with," Mac said.
"I... I already looked. I can't find anything."
Mac laughed. "You like it, huh? You see, Ted. I told you the fucking truth, didn't I? I've got her trained. She's already been looking for some rope." He stood up and left the room, returning with the cord from her bedroom drapes. "It's not hard if you look," he said. He tied Carol's hands behind her back, cutting the cord. "Now, lie down, cunt."
Carol lowered herself to the floor, and when Mac told her to lie on her back, she did so. He knelt and pulled one foot up and back, all the way to her shoulder. Carol gasped with the pain. It had been years since she had been able to put a foot to her head. He quickly secured her ankle and jerked her other foot to her head. He tied that ankle, then looped the cord behind her neck so she couldn't let her feet down. Her position had lifted her ass, and her crotch was fully vulnerable to them.
"Nice, huh?" Mac grinned as he stood with Ted, looking down at her. "Real pretty," Ted agreed, staring at the way Carol's crotch bulged up. "But I'm supposed to see her cunt."
"All you do is pull her fucking panties to one side and look as long as you want," Mac said. "What can she do about it? We've got her tied up, don't we?"
Carol tried not to look at them, but her eyes fluttered open, peeking up from between her feet. Mac was undressing, and Ted couldn't seem to get his eyes back inside his head. That was bad enough, but Carol's shame was deepened as she felt her cunt vibrating, her pussy juices soaking through her panties. Already familiar with Mac's cock, Carol watched Ted, wondering about his cock, the size, the hardness, his balls.
After a moment of hesitation, Ted leaned over and, almost as if afraid of her, he hooked his finger into her panties and pulled the crotch to one side, exposing her cunt. Carol heard him gasp as he stared at her pussy. "Feel her cunt," Mac suggested.
The boy felt, making Carol tremble. She felt his hand close around her cunt, rubbing lightly.
"Her hair is sure soft," Ted said in a whispering sound. "I didn't know a cunt felt so good! Nice, wet, hot! I sure like this hair!"
"That cunt really grips a guy's cock," Mac said. "But you don't feel this bitch up like she was a cherry. You really smack her fucking pussy. Here, let me show you."
Mac slapped Carol's cunt. Even though the crotch of her panties had slipped back over her pussy, the blow sent a shuddering pain through her, making her naked tits jiggle. Her nipples, already stiff, seemed to become harder as the pain burned through her pussy. Her eyes flared open momentarily as she felt as if her cunt threatened to contract with orgasm.
"Go on, smack her in the cunt," Mac offered, as if Carol were a piece of meat. "I don't know." Ted hesitated. "Don't it hurt her?"
"Sure, it hurts," Mac said. "But she gets off on it. Go head, slap her in the cunt. You'll see." Ted slapped Carol's pussy. It was almost like a love pat, after the way Mac had slapped her cunt. "This way," Mac said, and he slapped Carol in her cunt as hard as he could.
Carol cried out, the pain severe. She felt her clit standing up in hardness, pushing at her panties. She was dripping more and more as the pain burned through her crotch. He hit her again, and Carol screamed, her cunt convulsing with a powerful orgasm. As she came, there was no way she could prevent the twist and wiggle of her ass.
"See what I mean?" Mac laughed. "I made the bitch come!"
He leaned over and looked into Carol's face. "Didn't I make you come, bitch?"
Carol bit at her lip, nodding her head. She was blushing furiously, but she couldn't deny her orgasm.
"Say it!"
"You made me come," she groaned. "You like getting that fucking cunt slapped, don't you, bitch?"
"Yes," she sobbed. "God, yes!"
"When can I fuck her?" Ted asked, yanking his cock out of his jeans swiftly. "Man, I gotta stick this in something!"
"You'll fuck her," Mac replied. "We'll both fuck her. You just hang on awhile. We'll have some fun with her and then you can fuck her, in that cunt, up her hot, tight asshole, or make her give you the best blow-job in town."
"She sucks cock?"
"She'll suck anything I tell her to suck," Mac said.
Ted danced around in excitement, almost tearing his shirt and pants off. Carol peeked at his cock and balls. His cock wasn't as long as Mac's, but it seemed thicker. His balls, devoid of hair, looked full and hot. She found her mouth watering for his prick, but her cunt seemed to be quivering just as much. Seeing them both naked and ready for her body made Carol feverish. She twisted her ass, wishing they would rip her flimsy panties off and fuck her good, fuck her in her cunt and asshole together, at the same time. She wanted that, but she wasn't going to tell them.
"Make her kiss your cock," Mac said.
Ted stood at the top of Carol's head, and she looked up at him. She licked her lips as she watched pre-cum dripping out of his small piss hole. Ted squatted down, sliding his cock across her forehead and nose. When the cockhead was close enough, Carol opened her lips and thrust her tongue out, licking up the beads of pre-cum gathering on his piss hole.
"Ahhhh, good!" Ted moaned, stuffing the swollen head of his cock into Carol's mouth.
Carol sucked, trying to pull his prick deeply. All he gave her was the smooth prickhead.
"See what I mean?" Mac laughed, watching Carol struggling to swallow Ted's cock.
"Yeah!" Ted moaned. "I could almost come right now!"
"You gotta wait just a little longer," Mac said.
Ted pulled his cock from Carol's mouth, and Mac reached down and hooked a finger into her panties.
With a quick jerk, he ripped her panties to shreds, but the elastic about her hips remained in place.
Now she was open and vulnerable...
CHAPTER NINE
"Now we got her ready," Mac said.
Ted scrambled about so he could stare into Carol's cunt. He pushed his face very close, his eyes big and shining with excitement. Carol felt embarrassed to be looked at this way, with such closeness. Ted stared for a long time at her hairy cunt and asshole. The pink cuntlips lined with soft hair, the way her clit jutted up, the crinkle and movement of her asshole, sent his cock into an almost painful hardness.
With a laugh, Mac shoved Ted's face into Carol's cunt.
"Kiss the pretty slit," Mac said, rubbing his friend's face into the hot wetness. "Kiss the teacher's cunt, and she'll give you a high grade on your next test."
Carol gasped when Ted's face was jammed into her pussy. She twisted her uplifted ass, her own face just a few inches from Ted's. Their eyes stared into each other's face, and Carol gave the boy a quick wink. Ted quickly opened his mouth and sucked at her cunt, his tongue sliding up and down it. He twisted it about her swollen clit, and Carol whined softly with pleasure.
"Suck her hot asshole," Mac said, looking down and stroking his cock.
Ted rubbed his face into Carol's cunt, smearing his chin and cheeks with her juices. He dipped his face, and Carol groaned as he began to suck at her asshole, his tongue twirling at the pucker. Carol tried softly with pleasure, her cunt burning and dripping more than before. Ted's nose was almost pushed into her cunt, and she strained her crotch upward, trying to get his tongue up her ass hole and his nose inside her cunt without saying what she wanted. Her back was hurting from being bent so long, and her hands, tied behind her, seemed to be losing feeling, going numb. Yet, her passions were steaming, causing her tits to become swollen, her nipples to bulge, her cunt to bum and twitch, and become so wet it was almost sloppy with juices.
Mac moved to her head, watching Ted sucking at her asshole. Carol gazed up at Mac, seeing his cock sticking out in hardness, his young balls so beautifully full, the tight cheeks of his ass. Mac straddled her head and when he began to lower himself, Carol was eager. Feeling Ted's tongue sliding about her asshole, then her cunt, she found her mouth watering for something, too.
Mac squatted in her face, and Carol felt the exciting heat of his cock, balls, and asshole against her flesh. She pushed her tongue out, flicking the tip at his dangling balls, moaning as Ted darted his tongue into her cunt, then into her asshole. She felt Ted's hands caressing her creamy thighs, the flesh above the fishnet nylons. Mac made a grant and smashed his crotch into her face.
Carol licked hungrily, her tongue swirling about his hairless balls, then at his asshole. She purred and whimpered with excitement. She no longer felt the numbness in her hand and wrists, or shame at being tied in this exposed way. She felt excitement, hunger, an intense arousal, a desire for them to abuse her.
Soft, wet sounds came from Ted's mouth as he sucked wildly at her cunt and ass. Carol twisted her naked ass, straining her crotch into his young face, her tongue licking anything Mac pressed into her face. At the moment, she didn't care if it was his hot balls or his tight ass, as long as it was something she could suck and taste and lick. Her cunt was mushy with wetness, and she was sure she would drown Ted with her pussy juices.
Mac settled his balls into Carol's mouth, and she sucked hungrily at them, taking them deeply. Her nose pushed into his crinkled asshole, and she breathed the exciting scent of it. If her hands were only loose, she would suck his balls hard and jerk his cock until he splashed that sweet jizz over her naked tits.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Ted groaned, pulling his face out of Carol's cunt. "I need this pussy! I gotta fuck this cunt!"
"Shit, fuck it, then!" Mac urged.
Carol gasped about Mac's balls when she felt Ted's thick cock ram into her cunt. She felt the tender pussy lips stretch, and then the boy was plunging his prick in and out fast, fucking her violently, making granting sounds of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, she's hot!" Carol heard him say. "She's a real hot cunt! Ahhhh, I like this pussy! She's so fucking wet!"
"Fuck the piss out of her cunt!" Mac laughed, twisting his ass into Carol's face. "Fuck her hard! Make the cock-sucking bitch piss!"
Carol squirmed her ass about, trying to get Ted's cock deeper into her burning cunt. She ran her tongue into Mac's ass crack, licking. She tried to get his cock into her mouth, but all Mac let her do was lick the shaft to the cockhead, no more. Ted was making wet sounds with his cock in her cunt, and each time he fucked into her, her tits jiggled from the force. She knew Mac could watch Ted's cock fucking in and out of her cunt, and being watched increased her passion. She felt her pussy grip Ted's cock, squeeze it hard, making the excited boy groan in ecstasy.
"You want my cock, Carol?" Mac teased, pushing his ass back and peering down into her face. "You wanna suck my big cock, bitch? You want me to stick my cock in your fucking mouth?"
"Please, Mac!" Carol pleaded, licking her lips. "Let me! Let me suck it!"
"I told you so," Mac said to Ted, who was fucking faster and faster, making wet slapping sounds against Carol's spread ass cheeks. "You gotta make this cunt beg for cock."
Carol was beyond caring. She wanted both cocks. She didn't care any longer if Mac abused her, forced her into shameful, humiliating things. If only he would fuck her mouth now, while Ted fucked her in the cunt, she would be his slave, do anything he wanted forever.
"Let me suck you!" she moaned, trying to lick at his ass with her tongue. But Mac held his ass just out of reach. "Let me suck your cock! Come in my mouth, Mac! Oh, God, please let me suck you off!"
Ted was staring down at her, ramming his thick, throbbing cock in and out of her cunt fast and hard. Each fuck-thrust seemed to bruise the tender lips of her cunt, and Carol wanted it desperately new. A bead of hot pre-cum dripped from Mac's cock, landing on Carol's upper lip. Immediately, she licked it away, mewling in pleasure with the taste.
"You wanna eat my asshole, cunt?" Mac aid. "Is that what you want? To eat my asshole?"
"Your cock!" Carol pleaded. "I want to eat your cock!"
"Maybe I'll take a fucking shit in your face," Mac laughed nastily.
"Yes!" Carol heard herself agreeing. "Do it! Shit in my face, Mac!"
Carol knew, with those words, she was lost. She didn't care.
She wanted it all, wanting anything they did to her, no matter what. She didn't care if her career was ruined, that she might never teach again. She wanted what they were doing to her more than anything else. She was blushing in shame, but now she welcomed it.
"Shit in my face!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, Mac, please, anything you want, I want! Please, make me come! Shit in my face... and fuck me... and suck me... and let me suck you! Ohhhh, I want both cocks in my mouth, pissing on me, fucking me, coming on my fucking tits and cunt and face and... ohhhhh, God!"
Mac was delighted with Carol's passion. He began to pinch and twist her nipples painfully. Carol screamed, but the excruciating pain was somehow transformed into rapture. "Hurt me!" she screamed.
"Fucking bitch wants it!" Mac gurgled, and he began to slap her tits, making them jiggle as they burned with pain. He slapped one, then the other, time after time. The harder he slapped her naked tits, the more her cunt grabbed at Ted's cock. "Cock-sucking cunt can't get enough of it!"
"Ohhhh, slap my tits!" Carol sobbed. "Slap my fucking tits off! Pull my nipples! Ohhhh, Mac, hurt my fucking tits! Ted, fuck my cunt! Ohhh, shoot that jizz to my fucking cunt!"
Ted was making contorted expressions as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt. Carol was so very close to orgasm, yet it seemed that she would never come. Desperately, she squirmed her uplifted ass as best she could, trying to fuck Ted's cock. She twisted and made grinding motions, sobbing as Mac kept slapping her tits harder and harder. They were turning a bright color now, and the more they hurt, the more she wanted.
"Slap my tits!" Carol babbled with instant rapture, the pain growing worse all the time. "Slap my fucking tits! Piss on me... shit on me! Ohhh, beat my tits, my cunt, my ass! Hurt me, you fucking bastard!"
"Bastard?" Mac snarled. "I'll show you who's the fucking bastard, you cock-hungry cunt!"
Ted was bellowing, snorting that he was going to come. His cock pounded wildly into Carol's cunt. Carol felt her pussy close tightly around his cock, her clit throbbing hotly. "Hit my tits, Mac! Slap my fucking tits! Ooooo, I'm going to come, too! Slap my tits hard!"
Mac began swinging his open palms fast, smacking her naked tits as hard as he could. Carol's nipples ached, ready to burst, and she began to scream as her cunt tightened on Ted's cock. The orgasm that shot through her was intense, very intense. She howled with ecstasy, feeling Ted's cock spraying the soft walls of her cunt with cum even as Mac slapped her tits.
"Ohhhh, God, yes!" Carol wailed. "Fuck me... come in me... on me! Piss on me! Piss on my hot fucking cunt and shit in my cock-sucking face! Ooooooh, I'm coming so fucking good!"
Everything in Carol's tied, naked body was shattered by the intensity of her orgasm. She felt nothing but that fiery explosion as her cunt went into painful contractions, sucking the cum from Ted's cock greedily. She felt him fuck his cock as deep as he could, felt his hot balls resting against her asshole while he gushed jism into her sucking, hungry cunt. She was still coming, trying to arch her face to Mac's rigid cock. She managed to flick the tip of her tongue over his dripping piss hole, and the taste of his cum sent her cunt into a flurry of boiling orgasms, one after the other.
"She's about to squeeze my fucking cock off with her cunt!" Ted yelled. "Ohhh, shit!"
"Yes, shit!" Carol screamed, out of her mind with ecstasy. "Shit on me! Shit on my cunt! Shit in my face! Shit in my mouth... my tits, anywhere!"
Carol was still convulsing with orgasm when Ted pulled his cock out of her gripping cunt with a soft sucking noise. He sat on his heels, staring in awe at the way those hairy pussylips clenched and opened, her asshole sucking inward. "She's still coming!"
"She's a hot bitch, all right," Mac moaned as Carol's lips wrapped about his cock and she sucked it into her mouth. "Hey, I didn't say you could suck my cock, you cunt!" He jerked his prick out of her mouth.
"Mac, please!" Carol cried with desperation. "I want to suck you off... make you come in my mouth! Ohhh, my cunt is full of cum, and I need cum in my mouth, too!"
Mac ignored her. He sat on the couch, his cock still raging with hardness. He looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her nakedness. Carol was very much aware of her exposure, the way her cunt was open to those young eyes. Oddly enough, she didn't feel embarrassed now; she felt intensely eager.
"You really mean it, Carol?" Mac asked.
"Mean what?" she asked, glancing at Ted, who was still sitting on his heels near her, his eyes watching her cunt. "Shit on you?"
Carol felt a flush creep over her exposed flesh. "I... I was just excited," she said nervously. "I didn't really mean it, Mac."
"Maybe you did," he said.
Outwardly, she didn't mean it, but Carol was acutely aware of the fact that, when she was so intensely aroused, she did want them to shit on her. She didn't understand the depths to which Mac had taken her, but she was needing his means of degrading her now. The changes that had come over her were something she didn't want to understand. She was afraid if she understood them, the pleasure would go away.
She heard herself say: "If that's what you want, then I do, too."
"Well... " Mac seemed a little confused now. "We'll see, Carol."
She was surprised to notice Mac was uncomfortable. Maybe he wasn't as cruel as he tried to make her believe. Then again, maybe he felt shitting on her was going a bit far, too. Still, Carol knew if that was what he wanted to do with her, she would accept it. She would accept anything he wanted of her, because her body and mind needed his special sexual preferences now. She needed to be tied and slapped and hurt... she needed that because it made her come so hard, so deliriously hard. It made her come better than she ever had sucking a cock off.
"What are we gonna do to her now?" Ted asked, looking at Mac.
"Anything we wanna do." Mac replied, watching Carol's face. "Why don't you ask the cunt? Carol might hare some ideas."
Ted looked at her, and Carol's eyes narrowed. Her ass was still lifted high, her ankles along each side of her head, the back of her neck resting on the rope tying them together. She knew what she would like, but felt a bit shy to ask. "Stick your cock in her mouth," Mac suggested.
"But I just had it in her cunt," Ted said. "So what?" Mac replied. "Carol likes a taste of pussy on a cock."
Ted's laugh was nervous. "Is that right, Miss Reams?"
Carol found herself nodding.
"You want it now?" Ted asked.
Carol nodded again.
"Slap her in the cunt first," Mac said.
"Aw, that would hurt it!" Ted protested.
Mac came close, leaning down and slapping his open palm very hard into Carol's exposed cunt. Carol screamed with pain, her naked ass twisting. "See?" Mac laughed.
Ted slapped Carol's cunt, but it was a light blow.
"You gotta slap the piss out of her cunt!" Mac insisted, and he began to rain blow after blow upon Carol's vulnerable cunt, making her cry out with stinging pain. "That must really hurt," Ted said.
"She gets off on it, shit head," Mac replied. "Look at her fucking cunt." It was true: Carol was coming again.
The stinging slapping of her cunt caused an orgasm to explode, and the hairy cunt lips were pulsating as they contracted tightly, her clit visibly throbbing. She moaned in painful ecstasy, her naked ass twisting in the air. Her asshole sank inward. "Yeah, I see!" Ted whispered, fascinated. "I'd sure hate to be slapped in my balls, but she loves it."
"Fuck me!" Carol cried. "Ohhhh, please, fuck me! One of you, both of you... fuck me!" Her cunt was on fire, the pain the greatest excitement ever.
"Where do you want it, cunt?" Mac asked. "Anyplace!" Carol begged. "Ohhhhhh, God... anyplace!"
Mac fumed his back to her, straddling her uplifted hips. Carol stared at his tight ass, wishing she could bury her face into it, suck his asshole. Mac pushed his cock downward, rubbing it along the split of her hot, creamy ass cheeks.
"You gonna stick it in her asshole?" Ted asked, amazed that such a thing could really happen.
"Why not?" Mac grunted, pushing the swollen head of his cock against the tightness of Carol's asshole. "She loves it up the ass as much as in her mouth."
Carol knew Ted was leaning down, watching as Mac pushed his cock past the tight ring of her asshole. The idea of being watched as she took a hard cock into her asshole sent a wild, shivering feeling of excitement boiling through her. Not only did she welcome the abuse Mac heaped upon her body, she found it humiliatingly exciting to have another young boy watch.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, yes, Mac!" she gurgled, feeling her ass ring stretch about the head of his cock. "Push that big cock into my ass!"
"See?" Mac said. "I told you she loves it up her asshole."
Carol felt her asshole open in a tight way as the head of his cock moved past the ass ring. She moaned in delight when she felt the hot shaft of his cock fucking slowly into her ass. She watched his dangling balls come close to her cunt, and when they touched her hairy pussy, his cock was deep inside her asshole. She lifted her head, her tongue straining from her mouth, wanting to taste his balls, or lick his asshole while he fucked her this crazy way, but she couldn't reach either.
"Ooooh, fuck my ass hard, Mac!" she whimpered. "Pound the shit out of my hot ass! Oooooh, fuck my ass!"
Mac began stabbing his cock up and down. Carol gasped and shook with ecstasy, watching his young, hot balls bounce against her cunt. She squealed with rapture as she watched his balls, feeling them slap her pussy each time he drove downward. She saw his asshole and wanted to suck it very much-even if he shit in her mouth.
"I want to suck your cock, Ted!"
Ted jerked upright. "You wanna suck my cock? With Mac fucking you in the asshole?"
"Yes, please!" Carol cried. "Give me your cock, in my mouth! I'll suck it off... let you come in my mouth!"
"You better feed her some cock," Mac grunted, fucking his cock in and out of her gripping asshole. "She's good at it."
Ted scrambled around toward Carol's head. His eyes glowed with eagerness.
Carol opened her mouth, her tongue wiggling suggestively. "Hurry and shove your sweet hard-on in my mouth!"
Ted turned until he had a knee on each side of her face, his ass toward Mac's. His cock jerked as he lowered it to Carol's mouth, and she tasted a drop of his pre-cum on her tongue before he lowered downward. As his cock slipped past her lips, Carol moaned and began to suck hard, her tongue licking wetly. The taste of Ted's prick in her mouth while Mac was fucking her asshole sent her drifting into perverse rapture.
Ted began to fuck into her mouth, pushing his cock into her throat.
Carol forgot the pain in her back, forgot how numb her hands and wrists were. The taste of the boy's hot cock in her mouth, the feeling of Mac fucking into her asshole, made her shiver feverishly with ecstasy. The friction of the hard, throbbing cock inside her asshole and the dripping prick in her mouth made her mind spin with senseless rapture. She had never felt anything so good. She closed her lips as tight as she could around Ted's hot, hard cock, her tongue laving the cockshaft, her throat swallowing as her mouth filled with the sweet, seeping juices. His balls bounced against her eyes, adding to her excitement. She could see Ted's tight asshole puckering each time he lifted to fuck into her mouth again.
"Fuck her mouth!" Mac gasped, pounding his cock in and out of Carol's stretching asshole. "Fuck that cock-sucking mouth!" Carol trembled in delight as she listened to the words, the urges of hot, excited young boys.
"Fuck her asshole!" Ted cried out in a hoarse voice. "Ream Miss Reams' asshole! Fuck her... rip her asshole open!"
She could feel the two boys trembling as they stuffed those hard cocks into her. Their wild excitement was transmitted to her, making her twist her ass frantically. The head of Ted's cock was beating against her throat, and it felt as if Mac's cock was penetrating into her chest. Somehow, Ted managed to start slapping her tits, hard, and keep his cock fucking in and out of her mouth. Each blow across her sensitive tits sent a delicious pain slicing through her body. Then Mac added his open-handed slaps to her hips. Carol felt the stings, her flesh becoming red. She moaned and groaned with the pain, the rapture.
Her cunt seemed to be trying to suck Mac's balls into it each time they slapped it. The wet sounds of her juicy cunt were loud in the room, almost as loud as their hands slapping her hips and naked tits. With a pair of hot, young balls slapping her cunt as that hard cock fucked deeply into her asshole, with another pair equally as hot bouncing in her eyes while another cock fucked her mouth, Carol felt as if she was going to come harder than ever before. Each inch of her tied, naked body was burning and tingling with almost unbearable ecstasy.
She didn't know how the two boys could keep slapping her tits and hips, and fuck her at the same time, but she was glad they were. The stinging blows on her sensitive flesh added to the wild, searing ecstasy that was swiftly devouring her. Her cunt had never felt so hot, so sensitive, and her clit seemed to be as big as either of the two cocks. Her pussy was throbbing in a painful, delicious way, the juicy cuntlips still trying to grab at Mac's balls when his cock filled her achingly stretched asshole. If she had a free hand, Carol would be stuffing balls into her cunt, then claw her overheated pussy into the greatest orgasm ever. But her hands were tied behind her. They were tied, though, in such a way she could use her numb fingers, and she began to dig her sharp nails into her tender flesh, adding to the unbelievable pain, the pain that she wanted, demanded.
"Ohhh, shit, she sucks good!" Ted gasped, almost choking her with his cock. "Hot, wet mouth... sucking my cock! Oooooh, what a good cock-sucker this bitch is!"
"Suck him good, Carol!" Mac urged, beating at her ass hard, making the flesh ripple as his cock plunged up and down. "Eat his fucking cock... suck his jizz out of his fucking balls!"
"Oh, shit!" Ted groaned.
"I'm gonna fill her hot ass with juice!" Mac was gasping. "I'm gonna come in her hot fucking asshole and make her shit!"
The words sent a boiling hunger through Carol's body. She sucked and gobbled at Ted's stiff cock as best she could, which was very good. She tried to swallow his fucker, wanting to have it deep in her throat. She wanted to keep his cock in her mouth forever. His balls were slapping hotly into her face, and she managed to keep her eyes open, seeing his asshole when he lifted. She wanted to fuck her tongue deep into his young asshole, real deep, and use her lips to suck shit from him. She wanted to draw his shit out of his ass and into her mouth... as long as this insane ecstasy kept boiling through her body. There was nothing they couldn't do to her now. No matter how perverse, Carol would welcome it, revel in it.
The feeling of impending orgasm was swelling and burning through her body, and she didn't try to hold it back. It felt too good to hold back, to make any attempt to stop it. She tried to strain her asshole up onto Mac's cock, and raise her mouth to Ted's cock at the same time. She wanted to taste and feel the boiling juices of their young balls when her cunt contracted with sweet orgasm.
Carol screamed with orgasm, the sound muffled around Ted's cock.
"She's coming!" Mac gasped. "Her fucking asshole is squeezing my cock off! Ohhh, shit, she's coming hard!"
Carol's asshole grabbed and held Mac's cock tightly, the ass ring clutching so hard he had trouble fucking her. He rammed his cock deep, his balls almost pushing into her convulsing cunt. "Ohhhh, shit, me too!" Mac yelped.
Carol felt his cock throb inside her ass guts, then the hot gush of his cum was spattering along the soft cunt walls. She was twisting her ass violently, her nails digging at her flesh from behind, and she didn't feel Ted's cock as it grew thicker. The first she knew he was coming was when her throat was filled with cock cream, and then she began to gobble and swallow with an intense greed. Her cunt was coming apart with spasms that drove her almost out of her mind. She had never felt anything so good, so ecstatic. The two cocks were gushing cum into her asshole and mouth, and her cunt was burning, melting with orgasm after orgasm. The series of orgasms burned like a runaway fire, consuming her whole body.
Carol didn't know when the cocks were taken from her. She didn't know anything but the rumbling of the most intense sensations she had ever experienced. She was vaguely aware the two boys were standing up now. facing her, watching her as she writhed and trembled with orgasm after orgasm.
Cum dripped from her mouth, running over her cheeks and neck, her upturned ass grinding as if she were still being fucked, her cunt throbbing, opening and closing with the beautiful contractions of orgasm. Carol cried and whimpered, moaning softly. The rapture was so sweet, so horribly sweet, she could hardly stand anymore, yet she couldn't stop it.
"Look at the cunt," Mac said. "The bitch keeps coming!"
"Look at her hairy cunt, would you?" Ted gasped, awed to see her cunt opening and closing this way. "I've never seen a pussy do that before... "
"That's the first cunt you've ever seen," Mac said. "Maybe so, but I like it," Ted replied.
Slowly, very slowly, the orgasms began to fade. Carol felt wrung out, as if she had just completed some very hard labor. There were tears in her eyes, cock cream dripping out of her mouth. Her ankles pressed on each side of her head, and her crotch was still lifted into the air by the cords they had tied her with. Now that the orgasms were going away, she began to blush with degradation. She could hardly look up at them. They had seen her passion, and she felt ashamed of it. Her asshole and cunt ached. She had become so wet, the juices of her cunt smeared her thighs, her asshole, making the soft mat of pussy hair sticky. She was still fully exposed and helpless before the boys.
"What are you crying for, bitch?" Mac asked when he saw the tears rolling from Carol's eyes. "You loved it."
She didn't answer him. He would never understand, just as she would never understand. As ashamed as she was, Carol knew she would want more and more of this abuse, until it ruined her completely. She was the slave of Mac, slave to any abuse he heaped upon her. She could no longer resist him, no matter how vile, how degrading. She needed him now more than she had ever needed anyone in her life.
Carol knew she would become his private whore. He could sell her, pimp for her, and she would do it, do it eagerly. She would fuck whoever he told her to fuck, suck any cock he told her to suck, lick the cunt of any girl he told her to lick. She would wallow in hot piss, drink it from his cock, or any cock that Mac told her to drink from. She would do anything for him, as long as it degraded her, humiliated her.
She felt a warmth in her cunt, and to her horror, found she was pissing. The golden piss dribbled from her cunt.
"She's taking a fucking piss!" Ted gasped.
"Yeah, I see," Mac grinned. "Come on, Carol. Show us how hard you can piss! Spurt it out, cunt!"
Carol strained, sending a hard, long stream of piss out of her cunt. It arched up and splashed down over her stomach and tits, and then it was splashing into her face. Tears mixed with the piss as she cried in shame. "Open your fucking mouth!" Mac shouted, leaning over to see her piss into her own face better. "Drink it, cunt!"
Carol obeyed, tasting the hot piss splashing into her mouth, over her tongue. As her mouth filled, it ran over her cheeks. She closed her eyes, and began to drink. Ted and Mac laughed with delight as they watched her. As the stream weakened, Carol tried to keep it strong and hard, but the golden piss rained over her tits now, then her stomach, and finally dribbled into her already piss-soaked pussy hair. She was a mess, with cum and piss coating her body-but her cunt was twitching again, the feeling of approaching orgasm bubbling deep inside.
"You know what I think would be fun?" Mac said, peering into Carol's eyes. "I think you should do this in the classroom."
"No, Mac," she said, her voice a low whisper. "Anything but that."
His eyes gleamed. "Yeah, with a pretty pair of panties on, sitting behind your desk, taking a hot piss. No one would know, except you and me, and maybe Ted. I think that would be fun, you pissing, in your fucking panties during class."
"No, I won't... please, don't ask... make, me do that, Mac! Anything but that!"
Mac grinned. "Now I know that's what you're gonna do for me. When you you say no, you're gonna do it."
Carol began to sob, knowing she would. "Let's piss on the cunt," Ted said, fingering his cock. "Let's piss all over her, Mac."
"Sure, why not?" Mac said.
They stood on each side of her. Carol looked from one cock to the other, her eyes starting to gleam. The boys gazed down at her open crotch, grinning wickedly as they held their cocks. Carol was breathless as she waited for the hot rain of their piss. "Tell us you want it, cunt." Mac said. "Come on, tell us!"
He slapped her vulnerable cunt swiftly. Carol cried out as the searing pain burned through her pussy. "Yes!" she moaned. "Yes what, bitch?"
"Piss on me!" Carol cried. "Piss on me!"
"Where?" Mac demanded.
Carol choked, forcing the words out. "Oh my... my cunt!" That started the words rushing out. "Piss on my cunt! Piss on my tits, my asshole, in my cock-sucking face! Piss all over me!" Mac grinned arrogantly with his feeling of power over her. "Come on, Ted," he said. "Let's drown the hot cunt with piss."
Carol watched with glazed eyes as both boys began to piss on her. She watched the golden streams gush out of those piss holes, felt it splash over her cunt and tits. She felt piss stinging her asshole. One of them swung his cock to her face and pissed into it. Carol parted her lips.
"My mouth!" she cried in perverse passion. "Piss in my mouth!"
Both boys swung their cocks to her face, and Carol tasted the hot piss, and began to swallow it thirstily, her hips twisting as her cunt began to contract. "Ohhh, I'm coming again!" she cried. "Piss on me... my cunt... I'm coming! Piss on my cunt, my asshole, my face! Let me drink that hot piss!"
As her orgasm burned through her, Carol swallowed hot foamy piss, eagerly awaiting the next day at school. She would wear bikini panties, and sit behind her desk, pissing in them, with the hope that Mac would stay and tie her up, and fuck her brutally when class was over...
