The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Patricia Turner is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it. TORMENTED TEACHER-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Uhhhhhh," the long-limbed brunette sighed as the young man fucked his cock into her black-furred pussy from behind. "Your cock feels so good inside my pussy!"
Patricia Turner's tits, confined in a bra and a fuzzy sweater, were squashed on the top of her paper-cluttered desk. A short plaid skirt was up around her narrow waist, her panties down around her slim, shapely ankles. With her cheek propped on the backs of her crossed hands, she sighed happily to the tempo of her student's cock pumping rhythmically in and out of her soaking-wet cunt.
Behind her, Jerry Travers stood with his legs slightly parted and his knees bent. Sweat plastered his long blond hair to his forehead. He smiled down at the twin white globes of his English teacher's ass. His hands were on the swelling mounds of assflesh, and his thick pole of cock disappeared between the tempting buttcheeks as he pushed himself forward. The teacher's cunt accepted his cock with an eager, moist sound.
The twenty-four-year-old teacher wasn't very experienced sexually. Yet the tension that gripped the youth's body was testimony to the fact that she was learning fast. Her pussy was inexpert as it clutched at the cock sliding juicily in and out of it, but the pressure of Pat's cunt on Jerry's eight-inch cock made him gasp with joy.
"Oh. that's sooooo nice!" She smiled dreamilv. her blue eves shut. Jerry rolled his hips as he fucked his cock into her cunt. The hard prick prodded the walls of her cunt as though trying to poke its way out through her flat belly. "Ummmmm." she said, biting her lip.
It was hard to believe that until six months ago she'd been a virgin who gave every sign of turning into an old maid. It was even harder to believe that the man who'd awakened her to the sweet, wild joy of fucking was dead.
It had begun simply enough. Pat Turner was an uptight twenty-three-year-old teacher at Walter Williams Memorial High School. She was a tall young woman with black hair cut to above the shoulder. The sapphire brightness of her eyes was hidden behind thick-lensed glasses with stodgy frames, just as the young-and untried-lushness of her figure was concealed by shapeless blouses, tweed jackets, and dowdy dresses. She was a young woman who knew just enough about sex to know it scared hell out of her.
One winter evening she'd come back to her sterile efficiency apartment to find somebody already inside. A burglar was just in the process of hoisting her small color television set out the window. Startled by her sudden entry, he'd dropped the set and attacked her, knocking her into the doorframe. As he ran past and fled she bumped her head and lost consciousness.
When she awoke, a handsome male face was floating in her vision. She slowly became aware of his words: "Miss? Are you all right? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," she'd said, and her voice sounded as if it had come from a million miles away. He took her hand and helped her gently to her feet. She'd felt something as his strong hand gripped hers, had looked up at him to find his clear grey eves fixed searchingly on her face. She'd looked away quickly. But when the off-duty policeman who'd found her lying in the doorway of her ransacked apartment asked her if he could take her to dinner, she'd accepted.
She'd later regretted her decision, thought about calling off the date. What if he makes a pass at me? she thought. The idea chilled her to the bone. Nonetheless, when it came time for Roger Delap to pick her up, she'd somehow managed to find a smart suit that didn't make her look quite as shapeless as her normal run of clothes.
The young patrolman had behaved like a perfect gentleman, confining himself to a chaste brushing of his lips across hers when they said good night. For some reason Pat was upset when she shut the door behind her. She had trouble getting to sleep that night.
"Ooooooooooh!" Jerry Travers was getting more and more eager. The smell of her own pussy wafted to her nostrils, the dank, sharp smell of hungry cunt. The feel of that big cock throbbing with lust in her cunt, stretching the pussy-walls deliciously out of shape, tried to tug her back to the wonderful present of fucking. But she floated a little longer in her memories.
They'd been out several times before Roger made a move. It was as simple and straightforward as everything he did. They'd been sitting on her hide-a-bed couch one Saturday afternoon when he turned to her and matter of factly put his hand on her tit. She'd frozen reflexively. "I'll take my hand away if you want," he'd said. His grey eyes challenged her.
Pat had opened her mouth to demand icily that he withdraw his hand. All that came out was a low moan. Then she was in his arms, his tongue stabbing into her mouth as his hand crushed the pliant peak of her captive boob. He'd skinned her blouse expertly from her body, then unsnapped her bra with a practiced flick of the fingers. Her heartbeat was racing, but this was going too far. She started to speak, to tell him to stop, that she didn't understand quite what was going on and was afraid, when he dropped his face and sucked in a mouthful of her quivering right tit.
She'd shrieked and gone straight into the very first orgasm of her life.
It had been like firecrackers going off in her brain-and her still-virgin pussy. His tongue had swirled around her suddenly-stiff nipple and punched at it as her whole body shook with the intensity of her climax. She gripped his hair with both hands, tom between the urge to jerk his teasing mouth away from her boob or crush his face into the luscious mound of titflesh. Her pussy had expanded and contracted violently as she came, clutching at emptiness. It was an emptiness she'd never even been aware of before. But now that she knew it was there, all she wanted in the world was to have her achingly empty pussy stuffed full-and what she wanted it stuffed full of was the cock that was bulging out the front of Roger's slacks so hugely!
But she had to wait for it. As soon as the furious tremors of climax had died away and her deathgrip on his hair relaxed, Roger had slid his lips down the smooth dome of her belly. "What-what are you doing?" she'd asked, sensing the purpose behind the move, but not knowing what the man was up to. "Wait-don't!"
He pulled her sensible skirt up around her hips and her plain panties down her thighs and amid her panicky protests planted a juicy kiss smack on the lips of her cunt.
Electric pleasure surged through her body. She'd grabbed Roger's head again as his tongue started lapping at the prim slit of her pussy. The sensations that had blasted through her cunt were unbelievable. Roger's tongue licked delightfully at the pussy slash, then teased the cuntlips open and probed into the portal of the untapped twat. Muscles stood out on Pat's arms. She didn't know if she could stand the erotic tension that was building anew in her cunt. Roger's tongue spiralled into the pit of her pussy, then out again, its touch thrilling the sensitive cunt along each inch of its journey. She felt her cunt begin to water around the probing tongue. Then the stiffened tongue was working its way between the inner cuntlips and the black-bearded, thicker, outer pussy lips. Then the tongue dipped back into the pink furrow of her cunt to scoop up the tasty juice that oozed from Patricia's cunt.
Roger's tongue slipped from her pussy. Pat moaned and thrust her cunt demandingly toward his face. The pressure in her cunt was unbearable. If he didn't relieve it by driving her cunt to climax with that skillful, teasing tongue of his, she'd simply burst!
His face darted forward. His lips fastened around the straining, pearly node of her clit, jutting boldly from the surrounding folds of pink pussy. Bright flashes of sheer ecstasy burst in Pat's brain as his tongue punched her captive clit as avidly as it had punched at her nipple. She'd thought the climax that hit her then would break every bone in her body, so furiously did her muscles contract. She thrashed and moaned and even beat at Roger's broad back. Undisturbed, the lean, brown-haired policeman sucked at her cunt, inserting his forefinger into the twitching tunnel of her pussy as his lips and tongue put her through more screaming orgasms than she could count. Cunt honey sloshed from her spasming twat and coursed down his chin to stain the front of his pale-blue shirt.
At last his mouth had released her clit. She slumped back, exhausted, her pussy tender and tingling from the delight his mouth had given it. The unfamiliar odor of her own pussy, aroused almost beyond endurance, was thick in her nostrils. She'd let Roger undress her, lovingly, caressing and licking the surprisingly lovely white body that her frumpish clothes had hidden. It was Roger's turn next. When she'd pulled down his pants she'd gasped in awe and even horror.
His cock was huge!
Seven inches of rock-hard, vein-wrapped cockmeat pulsed before her eyes. The head of Roger's prick was purple-red and so gorged with blood that it seemed about to pop like a balloon. Pat's throat went dry. "It's so big," she said. "I-I think it's too big!" But she lay back on the couch and parted her thighs. Her cunt opened, the insides of the pussy lips shining with her juices.
"It'll hurt a little, at first," Roger had said, putting his arms on the sofa on either side of her head. She'd looked up at him fearfully. A trickle of aromatic pussy oil ran from her cunt and trickled down her butt onto the cushion. He'd lowered himself onto her. She felt the first touch of his prickhead on her gaping pussy. She tensed. He put his head down and kissed her on the nose. Then he started his cock on its pathfinding journey into her virgin pussy. She licked her lips as the cockhead wedged its way into the circle of her pussy lips. She wasn't sure she liked the stretching sensations in her cunt lips. Was that incredible cock too big? Would it tear the delicate lining of her cunt?
Slowly the cock entered her sopping pussy. "Oh!" she gasped, as the walls of her cunt were forced apart to take in the thick pillar of cock. "It's too big!" She shook her head. The tearing, stretching pains in her pussy convinced her she was being ripped up inside.
Gently, but firmly, Roger had fucked his big, hard cock into her cunt. Slowly her moans of protest turned to moans of delight. By the time her splayed-open cuntlips were giving the furry base of his cock a juicy kiss, the once-uptight teacher was completely possessed by passion-and the desire to be well and truly fucked by this handsome young man with his magnificent cock!
Roger's lips found hers and once again their tongues joined in a slow, languid dance. As they kissed, he'd given her her deepest wish. Withdrawing his cock slowly, he drove her to a fever pitch of lust. Then he rammed the cock balls-deep in her pussy and started fucking her for all she was worth!
As a twenty-three-year-old virgin-former virgin now-Pat Turner was too inexperienced to do more than lie on her back rocking her hips from side to side, to give her needy pussy that much more friction and stimulation from the thrusting bar of Roger's cock. But with her clothes off she was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman, and with her years of inhibition cast off like her clothes she was as passionate and wanton as the most skilled harlot.
Her hands raked avidly at Roger's powerful back. Her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. When she felt the cock swell abruptly and shoot hot come into her pussy, she clamped her strong legs around his waist and crushed him to her, trying to force an extra inch of that come-spewing cock into her greedy cunt. As her pussy filled up and overflowed with jism she came too, the sudden frenzied motion of her cunt sucking fresh blasts of sperm from the tip of Roger's buried prick.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuuck meeeee!" she'd cried, using words she'd never have admitted she knew before this moment, and the last chains of the past were broken as she fucked herself into delirium on that spurting prick.
The next two weeks were heaven. Though Pat couldn't bring herself to use her mouth on Roger's mighty prick-she wasn't quite ready, she said, to take a man's rampant cock into her mouth and suck on it till it filled her mouth with hot jism-they didn't allow it to come between them. Her virgin-tight pussy was a delight to slip his prick into. And she rapidly learned ways to manipulate his rigid cock with her cunt and drive him wild with lust, so that he squashed her in his powerful arms and jammed his cock into her cunt with the speed and strength of a mating stallion.
She came to wonder how she'd ever lived without tasting the lewd delight of having her pussy crammed full of steely cock. For a month she'd been in heaven, fucking her lover four and five times a day till they fell asleep in each other's arms in a haze of sweet exhaustion.
Then Roger was dead. He'd answered a call reporting the robbery of a convenience store late one night. The robbers were still there when he walked in. He'd killed one with a shot from his .38 and the other had fired a single shot. It had pierced Roger's heart, killing him instantly.
Three days later had been Patricia's twenty-fourth birthday.
It was winter again. Pat had barely survived the summer. The loneliness had been immense and friendless. The sympathy of her acquaintances after Roger was killed had done no more than keep alive the raw pain of losing him. She'd deliberately isolated herself from those who were trying to help her.
She'd read, gone for long walks in the park, lain in the sun while her snowy skin turned first pink, then a rich, dark brown. At home, during the long afternoons or hot, sleepless nights, she'd experimented, trying to ease the physical pressure in her loins as well as the loss in her soul.
She'd started with a candle, pushed tentatively into her cunt. The hardness of it penetrating her cock-starved cunt had quickly driven her crazy with hominess. She'd fucked herself so savagely with the candle that her pussy was sore for days afterwards. She'd come and come hard, her pussy clutching the candle so frantically in her climax that it was almost jerked from her fingers, and after the passion ebbed she lay gasping for breath, feeling the still, dead, unyielding hardness inside her cunt. She'd achieved the longed-for physical release. But there was still something missing.
She'd tried other things, working up to a large cucumber that had stretched her cunt even more extravagantly than Roger's cock had. Next she'd purchased a batterv-powered vibrator. With the buzzing electric dildo pistoning in and out of her pussy or applied tinglingly to her clit she kept herself in a frenzy of lust for a whole afternoon, coming at least a dozen times before she lost count. She'd slept most of the whole day, awakening to tease her cunt into further electric-powered orgasms from time to time. But in the end she was even more depressed than before. She missed the sharing, the loving, that Roger had given her.
Toward the end of the summer tragedy struck again. Her brother, older than she by fifteen years, was killed with his wife in an automobile accident. Her young nephew Michael Turner had come to live with her after the accident. She'd thought his company would ease her loneliness, while she helped guide him through this difficult time.
Instead it had only made her more miserable. Young as he was, Mike was a remarkably handsome young man. In a few short days Pat found her pussy watering at the mere sight of him. Her own nephew!
It had been a relief when school started in the fall. For a while Pat was too busy to think about her loneliness, her hominess, or her growing desire for her nephew. Mike was friendly enough, but detached, and she knew his parents' death preyed on his mind. Yet she was afraid to comfort him too much, for fear that her consolations might lead them into a situation where she'd forget she was his aunt and fuck him silly!
Then school settled into the usual routine. Pat's hominess and constant exposure had almost driven her up the wall. She despaired of finding a solution to her problem.
Until Jerry had come into her life. Or rather, come to her attention. She'd been vaguely aware of him as one of her pupils, a smart, good-looking, somewhat sassy youth, one she'd marked down as either a potential "A" student or a potential troublemaker. Then one day, after working long past the end of school, she'd gotten up to go and found him standing in the doorway smiling at her. His eyes were green and magnetic; as soon as she looked as his face they captured hers. She felt a lump grow in her throat.
"You're working yourself too hard, Miss Turner," he said. He'd come into the room with a confidence that belied his hesitant tone. "I'm worried about you."
He'd laid his hand on her shoulder. She stiffened. The same electric surge that she'd felt when Roger first put his hand on her tit rushed through her. "Oh," she'd said in a small voice. Then his mouth was crushing hers, his hand pulling open her blouse and popping her tits free of her bra, his other squirming its fingers down into her panties and then fucking them up inside her suddenly gushing cunt. They'd paused, panting, pulses hammering, long enough to switch places and for Jerry to skin out of his tight jeans. Then he'd sat in his teacher's swivel chair while his prim and proper teacher fucked herself into a shrieking frenzy on the upright rod of his cock.
Now Pat Turner was bent over her own desk while that same wonderful prick plumbed the depths of her pussy from behind. She felt droplets of sweat fall like rain on her upturned butt as Jerry rammed his cock home in her pussy in a torrent of cunt oil. "Uhhhhhh," he grunted happily as she tensed her pussy around his prick.
His fingers dug deep in the tender flesh of her ass. He moved his hips, stirring his huge cock deliciously inside her pussy. Her cunt savored every square inch of the mammoth prick's surface, pressing hard against the oily, elastic pussy walls.
Jerry had an amazing cock. It was even bigger than Roger's had been! Pat loved to stare at it, jacking it off lightly between her well-manicured fingers. This was only the third time they'd fucked. The second time had been last Saturday, on the sofa in the deserted teachers' lounge. Now it was Monday, and Pat was already feeling an urge to take that giant prick in her mouth, to suck the mammoth bar of cock, to run her tongue around its turgid surface and lave wetness over every inch of that spectacular cock. She was falling in love-though she was intelligent enough to wonder whether it was the boy she loved or his delightful, enormous cock.
Right now there was no question of what Pat loved. She loved that cock!
Jerry kneaded the flesh of her butt like putty as he ran his prick to and fro in her pussy. Each time he withdrew his cock until just the head stayed in the grasp of her frilly pussy lips, and it turned him on incredibly to look down and see the cuntflaps pooched out to cling to his slippery, shiny prick. Then he'd drive all eight inches of prick back into that waiting snatch so hard that pussy sauce fountained out to soak his crotch hair and dew her snowy buttcheeks, and his balls slapped against the cock-gorged mouth of her cunt. Then the cock would slide out again, its length dripping with the savory sauces of Pat's cunt.
Pat was beginning to roll her hips now, working her cunt around the pistoning bar of Jerry's cock. "Yes, yes, do it," she urged. She could feel the excitement building in the cockshaft buried in her cunt, and knew what it meant. "Come in me. Shoot your come into my pussy-hurry! I don't want to come alone!"
Jerry shook his head. Was he hearing this? Was the unbelievably foxy teacher of his English class actually standing with her naked ass jutting right up in her pupil's face while she rested her body on the top of her desk and begged in obscenely graphic terms for him to fill her pussy with his sperm? He shook his head. Sweat rolled down his nose, ran stingingly into his eyes. The wet tightness of the pussy wrapped around his cock was real. There was no denying it.
Not that he wanted to deny it!
All at once he lost all control. "Uhh Ahh! Ohhhhh!" Pat cried as his hips slammed her bare ass three times in incredibly quick succession. His cock fucked in and out of her pussy with jackhammer force. Each time the cock hurtled up her clinging pussy tunnel she could feel the fat prickhead pulsing deeper inside her half-nude body.
"Aiiiieeeeee!" she screamed as a spasm wracked her cock-filled cunt. "I'm commmiiinnngggg!"
"Ohhhhh!" Jerry yanked his cock from the climaxing cunt. The mighty prick was only halfway free of the woman's pussy when a new contraction of her cunt muscles sent unbelievable ecstasy shooting up his spine. He fucked his cock to the hilt in Pat's pussy once more.
"I feel it! I feel your come flooding into my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me-ohhhhh!" Jerry ground his crotch against Pat's ass, rasping the delicate skin of her asscheeks with his coarse pubic hair. The woman felt the cock swell and shrink in hard, rapid jolts, filling her pussy with seething jism. Her cunt rippled and surged around the spewing prick, sucking come avidly from the cock as Pat cried out in ecstasy.
Still spurting come into the greedy cunt, Jerry's cock started to pull free of the clutching confines of Pat's pussy. Her asscheeks rolled and worked together as she fucked her cunt on that come-spitting prick. Jerry stared at the lovely rump rotating wildly around the shaft of his prick.
Moaning through clenched teeth he fucked his cock back into Pat's pussy again. Come cut with clear cunt juice squirted from the teacher's snatch and ran coolly down over his balls. He threw back his head and began fucking the remnants of his come into that demanding pussy in short, hard strokes.
"What in the fuck is going on here?" a voice demanded from the doorway.
CHAPTER TWO
Pat wailed as Jerry's spurting cock was ripped from her pussy. She wagged her ass demandingly from side to side, her pussy lips spread wide, slobbering trails of cunt juice and come. Moaning with the fury of his own climax, Jerry kept his hold on the teacher's pert rump, fucking his long cock back and forth along the shallow groove between her pale buttcheeks while jism welled from the tip of his prick.
The voice came again, shrill and angry and undeniably feminine. "Jerry Travers, you bastard! What do you think you're doing?"
It finally penetrated to Pat's lust-fogged brain that they were no longer alone. Her pussy was still being wrenched by furious orgasm, opening and closing on nothing now that Jerry's prick had been withdrawn, squirting cunt juice and come out to run down the backs of her silken thighs.
Panic seized her. She turned her head. For some reason her cunt just wouldn't quit coming. She moaned in mixed fear and passion as she stared at the intruder.
It was a redheaded teenaged girl of medium height. Her tits were huge, high, and firm, and the thumb-sized outlines of nipples showing through her thin tee-shirt proved she wasn't wearing a bra. Her face was extremely pretty-or would have been if it weren't twisted in rage.
Jerry stood with his giant cock hanging between his thighs, a limp, slimy worm that dripped cunt juice to the hardwood floor of the classroom. He was holding his hands up defensively before him, as if expecting the redhead to throw something at him. "Wait a minute, Lucy," he said plaintively. "It's not like you think!"
"I know perfectly well how it is," the girl shouted. Her tits bounced beautifully inside her shirt. "You've been messing around behind my back, fucking some no-good slut-my God! Miss Turner!"
Pat, shaky with interrupted passion, had managed to straighten herself and turn to face the intruder. The edge of the desk cut into her bare butt-cheeks from behind. But her plaid skirt fell into place in front, concealing the trim black triangle of her cunt bush and her drooling, fragrant pussy from the redhead's fiery green eyes. The teacher was horribly aware of the lemon-yellow panties stretched taut between her slender ankles. Her face was flushed and hot.
"My God," Lucy said again. "You've been slipping it to your English teacher!" She shook her head. Her wild mane of flame-colored hair swung about her shoulders. "You goddam brown-nose! Cheating on me just to get an A-I'll show you!" She advanced on Jerry. The youth had pulled his jeans all the way off in order to fuck his lissome teacher. He backed away rapidly.
Pat felt her own temper rising to the occasion. "Now, just a minute," she said, in her best authoritative-teacher voice. "You can't just come barging in here-"
Lucy froze her with an icy gaze. Pat felt a drop of come ooze from her pussy and roll down the inside of her left leg. Her anger washed away. In its place sick embarrassment flooded through her. Lucy's emerald eyes narrowed. "Jerry," she said.
"Yes?" The young man took a step forward. Though he was a head taller than the redhead, he sounded afraid of the big-boobed girl. "Rip the bitch's clothes off."
Pat gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. Then she relaxed. The idea that big, powerful Jerry Travers would do something like that to a woman he'd just been fucking, simply because a mere slip of a girl told him to, almost made her laugh. Jerry stepped in close and tore open her sweater.
"Jerry!" Pat screamed. All she was wearing beneath the fuzzy tan sweater was her bra. Her boobs were large, bulging almost free of the dainty bra-cups. "Jerry, what are you doing?" Lucy answered for him. "Jerry does what I tell him to, bitch."
Pat looked at the boy, pleading with her azure eyes. He stared blankly back at her, as if not really seeing her. "But you can't get away with this," she said. "I'll-"
"You'll do what?" Lucy stepped in front of her. Her eyes mocked the older, taller woman. Her nipples stood out in bold relief against the cloth stretched taut across the expanse of her jugs. "Will you tell the principal on us? What are you going to tell Mr. Hartke you were doing here after school-grading papers with your panties down and your skirt up?" Her hand lashed out. Clawed fingers hooked the front of Pat's bra. With surprising strength Lucy yanked the bra clean away from Pat's jugs. The tits bounced heavily. The dark nipples were still swollen with the aftermath of lust, and the areolas were large and purplish against her snow-white skin. Pat cried out in astonishment and fear.
Jerry reached for her and jerked her skirt from her hips. She stood there by her own desk, completely nude. With a scream Pat turned and tried to run up the aisle between the rows of school desks facing the front of the classroom.
The tall, black-haired teacher had forgotten the panties, still down around her ankles. They tripped her immediately. She fell headlong between two desks in the front row, grabbing at one for support. She got herself tamed around. Her naked ass thumped the dusty wood floor and her long white legs flew up in the air.
Lucy contemptuously snatched the panties off Pat's flailing legs. "You have a belt," she said to Jerry. "Tie her to one of these desks." There was a husky note of something very much like lust in the girl's contralto voice. She turned toward the blackboard, which still bore notes on a poem by Shelley.
Struggling to rise, Pat called after her, "Why are you doing this? I wasn't trying to steal your boyfriend!" Jerry grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. His heavy leather belt dangled from his other hand. Lucy paused, tamed back, drumming her fingers in the chalk tray. White dust covered her fingertips. "Jerry isn't just my boyfriend," she said, a hint of madness in her big green eyes. "He's also my brother."
Pat stared at her, uncomprehending. Was the girl trying to say that she was having an affair with her own brother? Now that it was said there was no mistaking the resemblance in the facial features of the pair-high cheekbones, straight noses, wide green eyes. But Pat's mind reeled at the idea that Lucy had been fucking her brother and wanted him all to herself.
But how else to explain her vicious, jealous rage at finding the youth with his cock driven up Miss Turner's juicy cunt?
The teacher gasped as Jerry spun her around and threw her down onto the wide, scarred top of a school desk. Her tits flattened on the unyielding surface, the still-erect nipples being driven deep into the resilient globes of titflesh. Pat licked her lips as perverse pleasure tickled her boobs at the pressure on the sensitive nipples.
Jerry's cock swung past in her field of vision. Then her arms were being dragged forward despite her protests. Jerry pulled her by the arms till her tits hung over the edge of the desk and her legs over the other, leaving her bare butt sticking out into space. He looped the belt around the teacher's wrists, ran it through the buckle and drew it tight. "Owww," Pat complained as the leather bit her wrists. Ignoring her, Jerry stooped, pulled Pat's hands until they were almost touching the poorly-swept floor, and tied them to the upright pole that supported the wooden desktop.
Pat wiggled, testing her bonds. They held tight. Her tits rubbed the desktop, which had been carved and scarred by years of bored students. The uneven surface grated her tits in an odd but not unpleasant way.
But even the aftermath of a tremendous orgasm like the one Jerry's big cock had fucked into her pussy not five minutes ago couldn't last forever. Any exotic pleasure Pat might have gotten from rubbing her boobs around the rough desktop was lost in her rising panic. Here she was, a captive in her own classroom. What would happen if somebody came?
Or maybe worse, she thought with a sinking feeling-what if somebody didn't?
She found out immediately. The redhead had kicked off her shoes and padded silently up behind the naked, captive teacher on bare feet. Pat's first hint that the girl was nearby was an angry beehive whine in the air behind her-that ended in a sudden wicked stinging in her ass!
"Yooowww!" Pat shrilled. She turned her head to look. In the long metal chalk-tray that ran along the bottom of the wide green chalkboard she'd kept an old-stvle wooden pointer, about two feet long, with a rubber tip. Lucy had that in her hand. She'd just laid it like a switch across the teacher's bare ass.
"Now, that's a switch, if you'll pardon the expression," Lucy told her, grinning. "A student spanking a teacher. What would the PTA say?"
Her expression hardened. The switch rose and hummed down again to land with a thin, vicious crack against the flesh of Pat's left buttcheek. "Ahhhhhh!" the captive cried. Her ample jugs swung like flesh pendulums as her body jerked to the impact and the pain that followed it.
"That's right, bitch. Scream. Scream all you like. Jerry and I are the only ones to hear you. And I like to listen to you shriek." She swung the stick again. It cut like a knife into the tender assflesh.
"Aiiiii! Oh, stop!" Tears filled Pat's eyes. The pink lines the pointer drew across her pale ass kept stinging long after the singing switch had laid them down. She hadn't been spanked since she was nine-and she'd never been able to stand pain. "Oh, it hurts!" She realized instantly that she was whining, and blushed. Lucy laughed at her humiliation. "Don't like it, do you? That's what you get when you go around trying on other people's boyfriends for size. Jerry's too much for you to handle." Pat turned her tear-streaked face to look over one white shoulder at her tormentor. Curiosity got the better of her judgment for one fatal second. "How can he be your boyfriend?" she asked. "He's your brother?"
Lucy's already pale face turned dead white. "You filthy slut!" she shrieked, lovely face contorting beyond all recognition with rage. "What do you know! I love him-I want him-he's mine! You can't have him. I won't share him with a pig like you!" She raised her arm high and swung it savagely down.
The descending pointer bent like a bow. This time it didn't crack cruelly across the protruding half-moons of the captive's ass. Instead it came down right between the prominent buttcheeks, along the sensitive, delicate crack of her ass-and right on her tightly-shut asshole!
"WaaaAAAH-HAAAAH!" Pat howled. Agony seared her asshole, the humid flesh-fold between her butt cheeks. She writhed, heedless of the way the desktop was beginning to rub her boobs raw. "It hurts! Ahhhhh!" It kept hurting. Pain throbbed out of her asshole with every beat of her heart. The pain lanced through her, stabbing clear into her lungs to make every breath a torment.
Lucy gave her no respite. If she hadn't been insane with anger before, Pat's careless question had pushed her right over the edge. She paused only long enough to note with satisfaction that an angry red line was glowing right along the whipped asscrack, and that her prisoner's asshole was starting to go puffy from the blow. Then she slashed the pointer back down into the crack of Pat's ass.
Pat's mouth opened wide, but all that came out was a tiny croak. The pain literally made her speechless. The leather belt bit into her wrists as she tried with strength borne of unbearable agony to pull free of her bonds.
Lucy went wild. Her tits flopping uncontrollably inside her flimsy shirt, she rained blows on the teacher's upturned ass while Pat kicked and shrieked in anguish. The white mounds of the black-haired woman's ass first were crossed by a network of fiery, stinging lines. Then the whole cleft roundness of her ass become a single, agonizing pink glow under the tireless onslaught of the pointer!
Lucy was breathing hard and raggedly. A thick smell filled the air around her desk, and even in her torment Pat recognized the scent of hungry pussy. Lucy was actually getting horny from whipping her screaming captive's naked, comely ass!
Another whipstroke licked at her asshole. The fronts of her thighs bounced painfully off the desk's edge as Pat's muscles contracted in agony. "AGGGGHHHH!" she called. "Jerry! God, won't you help me! How can you let her do this to-GHAAAD!" Her words rose into a hysterical, tortured scream as the pointer slashed along the furrow of her ass again.
Her tits shook like jelly. Her bare feet kicked helplessly at the air. She turned her face to look at Jerry-the strong and handsome young man who such a short time before had been so lovingly and exhilaratingly probing the innermost recesses of her cunt with his big, hard cock. She couldn't believe that he could just stand there and watch while his sister flogged his lover's ass unmercifully.
She was right. He wasn't just standing there. He was standing there with the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen in her life!
"Oh Noooooooo!" she cried. The pointer came down diagonally across her butt. The tears burst out afresh, pouring down her cheeks, dripping from her chin to roll down her jugs and drop in little bursts from her nipples to the floor. She was caught, and her one-time lover would do nothing to help her. Whatever hold his sister had on him, it was complete. No matter what Lucy Travers chose to do to Pat, he'd stand there and watch. Maybe even enjoy it-he was getting turned on from watching his sister abuse his teacher's butt!
Lucy's arm was getting tired. The blows came slashing down like sleet as she worked herself into a final frenzy of hatred and sadistic joy. Pat's screams rattled the windows, and her tormented struggles rocked the desk. But the bolts securing it to the floor held, as did the belt looped around the prisoner's wrists. Pat's butt shrank beneath the stinging force of the blows Lucy rained down on it.
Abruptly the redhead dropped her arm to her side. Her face was shiny with sweat, and the odor of perspiration blended with the tang of her cunt, which was drooling freely into her panties now. She slumped back against Pat's desk. Her big jugs rose and fell with her labored breathing, her body tingled all over with passion. Whipping the nude, shrieking captive had made her so horny she was about to explode.
"Jerry," she said. Her brother looked at her, eyes bright with a lust that mirrored hers. His huge cock jutted from beneath the hem of his tee-shirt. Her eyes brushed the swollen cocktip longingly, travelled down the vast length of that mighty column of cock. She felt an almost overpowering desire to drop to her knees and cram that juicy cockhead right into her ruby-lipped mouth, or to drop her own ultra-tight blue jeans, bend over the captive teacher's desk, and get a dose of the same pussy-pleasing medicine Pat had been getting when Lucy so rudely interrupted. But that wouldn't do. That damned, raven-haired bitch-slut of a teacher hadn't been taught enough of a lesson yet. Imagine, her questioning Lucv's right to be her own brother's lover. It was a free society-she could fuck whoever she liked! There was no bigger, better, more beautiful stud than her brother. Nor was there any better cunt anywhere than the flame-furred pussy tucked between her own voluptuous thighs-and she aimed to make sure Jerry remembered it! Right now, though, it was time for her to remind him who was boss.
" Jerry," she said again, her voice thick with exercise and forbidden passion. "Stick that big lovely cock of yours right up the bitch's butt!" He frowned. "But, it isn't greased-it'll-"
"Ram your cock up her ass, goddam it!" Lucy shrieked. She hit the desk with her fist, then swept her hand forward, filling the air with a snowstorm of ungraded book reports.
Hurriedly Jerry positioned himself behind Pat's upturned ass. Looking down at the reddened, welted skin of her once-perfect butt, he felt a moment's sorrow, a moment's compassion for the lovely captive. But he couldn't disobey his sister. He didn't know why. He just couldn't.
Pat stared over her shoulder at him. Her throat was dry. Could the girl, insane as she undoubtedly was, actually mean it? She'd ordered her brother not just to rape his helpless teacher, but to do so by shoving his titanic, bone-dry prick up the tiny passage of her butt! Innocent as she was, Pat knew women sometimes got fucked up the asshole. Some even claimed to enjoy the feel of a good hard cock jammed up there. But Pat couldn't imagine it even happening to her. It sounded painful-and repulsive. And Jerry's cock was so huge! It was still a little painful stretching wide the elastic walls of her cunt. What would it feel like reaming out her asshole?
And what would an unlubricated eight inches of rigid prick feel like invading her asshole?
Like it or not, she was about to find out. "Oh," she said faintly as the rubbery tip of Jerry's prick touched her butthole. The puffy ring of assflesh tightened spasmodically at the contact. Jerry shoved his hips forward, gripping the woman's waist. The cock prodded urgently at the tightly-closed poopchute. stinging the whipped asshole, even beginning to bend in the middle as the boy put the pressure on. Pat felt the circulation being cut off in her thighs as the desk's edge dug into them from the front. But her asshole's defenses held.
Jerry let go of her waist. Still thrusting his rigid cock against the pucker of her asshole he put his palms on the cheeks of Patricia's ass. "Ahhhh!" she cried as the sweat on his palms stung her abused assflesh. She felt his thumbs sliding down the insides of her buttcheeks, coming to rest on either side of her poopchute.
She knew what was to happen next. She only had time to shout, "Don't!" and then Jerry's strong thumbs had pulled her asshole open and he'd popped the head of his cock inside.
"Unnngggh!" Her ass vibrated with fresh pain, jammed open by the fat cockhead stuck into the very opening of her poopchute. The inside of her asshole felt raw, scraped by the prick on its way in. She gasped, writhed, groaning at the pain of the prick plugged into her butt. And that was only the head of Jerry's cock-what happened when he pushed the rest of his tremendous prick up her rump?
She found out soon. Jerry got a firm grip on the narrow waist, looking down in awe and delight at the long shaft of his prick, disappearing as before between the jutting mounds of the teacher's ass. Only this time the prick was stuck in Pat's asshole instead of her juicy cunt! Though her asshole wasn't as nice and slippery as her well-oiled pussy had been, the ring of assflesh wrapped unwillingly around his prick seemed about to strangle his huge cock. Grunting, he started shoving his prick into the helpless ass.
The prick forged up Pat's butt with excruciating slowness. She didn't know which hurt worse: the incredible sense of being pumped full of cock, being bloated as the mammoth prick invaded her asshole, or the scraping sensation as that dry bar of prick made its way up her delicate ass passage. The lining of her rectum seemed to be scraped raw immediately as Jerry's cock started up the screaming woman's ass.
"Agggggg, no-nooooooo!" she yelled, pulling fruitlessly at the belt that trapped her hands. "Get it out! You're tearing my asshole apart-you're going to make me burst! Your cock is too big for my ass!"
Jerry bit his lip. The woman was squirming mindlessly around his inward-driving cock, and the sensations it caused in his firmly-held prick were unbelievable. Even glowing pink from the blows of the hickory pointer, Pat's ass was a thing of beauty. To watch those tempting asscheeks surging around his impaling spear of cock was almost as exquisite as feeling it!
Lucy watched with almost unbearable joy as her brother fucked inch after inch of his mighty cock relentlessly up the captive's bare butt. It served her right! She'd think a long time before she tried to move in on Lucy Travers' brother again. And her brother would learn his lesson too. Now that he saw how willing he was to torture his own lover by driving his agonizingly dry prick up her already- abused butt at his sister's command, he'd know" there was nothing in his heart for the black-haired bitch-and everything for his flaming-haired sister!
With fumbling fingers she tore open the fly of her faded jeans. Her soaking-wet panties clung to the slit of her pussy. She peeled the jeans down over her flaring hips, then stripped the panties away from her sopping cunt with an animal moan of joy. Without hesitation she fucked three fingers of her hand into her dripping pussy and began pumping them wantonly in and out. "Oooooooh," she cried, as her own hot cunt sauces flooded into her palm.
Pat's fingernails dug into her palms. The pain in her ass was hideous. Her buttcheeks still felt as if they were on fire from the whipping they'd received. But she was barely aware of the pain in her buttcheeks-the agony that burrowed up between them overrode all else! She felt her buttocks being forced farther and farther apart by the entry of the young man's cock. Every inch of prick forced into her asshole felt like a mile, and the cock seemed as rough as if it had been wrapped in sandpaper. The inside of the teacher's ass was on fire as fiercely as the outside!
After a groaning, grunting, pain-filled eternity. Pat felt the first tickle of coarse crotch hair on her bent butt cheeks. Then the last half-inch of Jerry's prick was fucked home in her ass. "Ahhhh!" she cried. She could feel every inch of that terrible prick, throbbing with the young man's pulse. Her ass tunnel was ultra-sensitive, and each beat of the youth's
cock sent knives stabbing up her butt. As though from far away Pat heard hoarse cries of passion. She opened her eyes and glanced at her desk. Lucy was propped against it, pants down around her lush thighs, finger-fucking her cunt till the pussy sauce foamed. The sadistic slut! Pat thought. She's really getting off on watching me suffer. For a moment the bound teacher felt a stirring of defiance, of resolution not to give her captors any more satisfaction. Then Jerry began to pull his enormous cock out of her ass, and the pain drove her crazy.
The woman's butt went berserk around the withdrawing pole of prick. Jerry's eyes bugged as Pat's whipped, reddened butt began to gyrate madly around the cock impaling her asshole. He felt as if the clutching, revolving asshole were about to grind his prick to a pulp. "G-god!" he groaned as the woman's rolling ass crushed his prick. Sweat poured from his face and fell on her ass like acid rain.
He felt his balls swelling as if they were about to burst. And then they did, sending a tremendous charge of boiling come shooting the length of his titanic prick to explode into Pat's asshole like a blast of live steam.
"YAAIIIEEEE!" The salty come felt like acid as it jetted into her raw ass passage. Her butt pumped frantically up and down, a perfect imitation of orgasmic, ecstatic frenzy as the big cock filled her ass with scalding sperm. And frenzy it was-but a frenzy of agony, not ecstasy!
Lucy's cries rang as shrill and piercingly as Pat's as she came around her own cunt-plowing fingers. Pat's higher-pitched howls were a horrible harmony as her blazing ass passage filled with Jerry's jism. The gooey white come surged back along the length of the prick buried in the tied-up teacher's butt, spilled out around the ass-invading cockshaft and down her butt to run into her gaping empty cunt or down her thighs.
An obscene squirting sound greeted a vicious thrust of the spewing, pulsating cock up Pat's butt. She cried out, shaking her head hysterically from side to side. Jerry fucked her ass again, pistoning his prick madly back and forth as it pumped every drop of the come stored in his hairy balls into the captive's lovely ass. The slippery come had lubricated Pat's ass passage and the sliding friction of the climaxing cock wasn't as hideously excruciating as it had been. But her ass passage was already raw from the entry of the prick, and the come stung almost as bad as the first invasion of her rectum by the merciless cock.
At last she felt the final wad of come run the length of Jerry's prick and blast into her ass. She groaned, stirred. Jerry's prick began to go limp inside her asshole. He pulled it slowly out, still savoring the tightness of her asshole around his cock. An agonized contraction of her butt spat the deflating prick out her asshole in a stream of come.
"Uhhhh," Pat moaned. Her struggles subsided. At least the terrible huge prick was no longer jamming open her ass passage. And no more agonizing come was being fired into her butthole. But the pain in her ass, inside and out, was still so intense it was hard for the captive to breathe. Her tits bobbled gently inches above the floor as she lay, worn out by her struggles, sore, humiliated-violated.
She was vaguely aware of rustlings and movement as the Travers siblings got their clothes back on. Fully dressed. Jerry knelt by her head to untie her wrists. He stood up. A half-apologetic look was on his face. Pat just lay sprawled across the desk, too numb to move.
Then Lucy was standing beside her brother, arm around his waist. She slapped Pat maliciously on the ass. The slap resounded, followed by an agonized scream. "So long bitch," Pat heard the girl say. Then she was alone.
CHAPTER THREE
The door of the darkened house opened. Pat flipped on a light switch and came in, walking hesitantly, unsteadily. Every step she took sent daggers of pain up her violated asshole. And the cheeks of her butt were so sore from the whipping Lucy had given them that she'd been unable to stand the touch of her panties on her rump. She'd brought the panties home rolled up in her purse. The occasional touch of her skirt brushing her bare buttcheeks made her teeth clench, and driving home had been sheer torture.
She closed the door behind her, locked it. Her nephew Mike wouldn't be home from his job for a while yet. She was alone in the house. She slumped back against the door and sighed.
For all the pain that filled her whipped and raped ass, her pussy had still not forgotten the delightful sense of fullness Jerry's big cock had given it. The teacher thought of the way the gigantic prick had forced apart the walls of her cunt as it forged up her eager pussy from behind, and for a moment the ache in her ass went away.
She loved the thrilling feel of a hard male cock driven to the hilt up her pussy. The thrilling friction of rigid cock slipping in and out of wet, clinging cunt, the rush of elation as she felt hot come blasting into her hungry cunt-she couldn't live without the joys of fucking. She'd denied herself those joys for too long, and then been denied them by circumstances beyond her control just as she was learning what she'd missed. She didn't want to go without sex any more!
But she could never let Jerry touch her again. Not after what he'd done to her-and let his sister do!
She went to the bathroom, undressed, lay for a long time in a steaming-hot bath while the warm water soothed away her pains. She lay with her head resting against the enamel rim of the tub, just her knees and the peaks of her tits showing above the water's surface. An idea came into her mind. She tried to push it away at first, but it would not leave her alone. At last she sighed. She knew what she had to do.
She rose, toweled the water from her splendid, pale body. She walked, stark naked, to her bedroom, just up the hallway from her nephew's. Mike had not come home yet. Whistling tunelessly to herself, she went through her selection of nighties, finally finding one appropriately black and short-and sheer. She slipped it on. The smoky fabric did not conceal the snowy curves of her body. The dark nipples, quivering with anticipation, were plainly visible at the ends of her round jugs, and the neat black delta of her cunt-bush clearly pointed the way to the hot, wet paradise of pussy between her flawless legs. Satisfied, she climbed into her bed. But she did not go to sleep.
Later, the front door opened. Mike Turner came in quietly, so as not to disturb his aunt. She was a light sleeper, and had to get up earlier than the boy. This was one night when he was definitely glad he didn't have to get up early. It wasn't that late an hour, but he was utterly exhausted.
It was his own fault. Though he was still young, Mike was a tall, strongly built young man-but he had more going for him than that. As Betty Ann Warren, two years his senior, could testify. Particularly after tonight!
He'd met Betty Ann when school began. She was working, in the library at the time, and despite being a senior to his sophomore, she'd struck up a conversation. The whole school knew of the death of his parents. Although he was a bit shy, he was popular.
Later, Betty Ann had tried to console him in a more intimate manner and found out why he was so popular-particularly with the girls. While physically quite strong, Mike wasn't much of an athlete-yet the whole cheerleader squad at Walter Williams Memorial followed him around like baby ducks following their mother.
It wasn't every high school sophomore who combined a polite, retiring manner with a nine-inch cock!
Betty Ann was no slouch sexually. Five-foot-four, with hair that was naturally so blonde as to be almost white and the most spectacular set of jugs at school, Betty Ann had acquired what in earlier days would have been referred to as a Reputation. Just about every likely-looking young man at the school had tried her ultra-tight pussy or skilled young mouth on his prick for size; some reported in awed tones of fucking their pricks frantically between those magnificent tits, only to have the girl eagerly suck each and every drop of come from their cocks when they finally let loose. But Betty Ann had never in her life even seen a cock that was nine inches long.
Beth' Ann said she and Mike were made for each other. When his cock was plunged into her dripping pussy, he would have said so too. But after tonight he wasn't sure. He couldn't keep up with the girl!
She'd dropped by the garage where he worked after school. He'd had somebody's Cadillac on the hydraulic rack. The buxom blonde had sidled up to him, done a little reaching and fondling, and before he knew it he had jacked down the car and clambered into the front seat. When he'd turned around his eyes bugged out-Betty Ann was climbing in after him, already naked, pink nipples swollen at the ends of her enormous tits, white pussy fur shiny and sweet-smelling with the oils of her cunt. Grinning like a fool, Mike's friend and co-worker Ed Bryant had jacked the car back up to let the young couple enjoy privacy.
They needed it. Before he'd even caught his breath the young man felt his prick being dragged free from his trousers and felt a remarkably hot, moist mouth enveloping it. Holding the fat red head of Mike's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue loving around the trapped prickhead, Betty Ann had jacked her fingers skillfully up and down the huge, vein-twined rod of the cock. In fewer
than twenty heartbeats the boy grabbed both sides of that white-blonde head and fired a tremendous charge of come clear to her tonsils. Betty Ann had drunk down every drop of Mike's jism, then come swarming up him to press her stupendous boobs flat on his chest while her mouth met his for a kiss sharply tinted by the taste of his own come.
The girl's hand never let go of Mike's cock. In seconds his prick was hard as a rock again. What Betty Ann didn't know about turning on a man wasn't worth knowing, as she demonstrated once more as soon as his cock was back up to its full nine-inch glory. Pausing only long enough to unbutton his shirt and lick briefly at both his nipples-which always drove him crazy-Betty Ann swung a plump, tanned leg across his crotch and sat down on his cock, her outsized boobs practically smothering him. She cooed like a dove as the oily, snug sleeve of her pussy slid down over the straining bar of his prick.
She'd fucked herself vigorously on his cock while he gnawed and lapped happily at her plentiful boobs, smearing their tips with saliva, sucking them into his mouth to punish the nipples delightfully with his tongue. Her pussy had seemed to stroke the length of his thrusting prick with its oily velvet walls. This time it was her orgasm that sparked his, causing her cunt to close like a trap on his prick and milk a quick spurt of come from his cock before he knew what had hit him.
Betty Ann's snowy-haired pussy had drunk his jism as greedily as her sucking mouth had. When they'd spent their passion she slumped against him, holding him tightly. He'd cradled her in his arms, half-asleep, marveling at the way her sun-browned skin contrasted with the Nordic lightness of the hair on her head and well-furred pussy.
After a pleasant rest Betty Ann had stirred, lifted herself so that Mike's cock came sucking out of her cunt in a stream of come and pussy sauces, and slid her butt backwards against the dashboard. Mike opened his mouth to protest. The words turned into a sigh of pleasure as Betty Ann pushed her boobs together on either side of his dormant cock.
Such a short time after not one but two furious orgasms, Mike wouldn't have thought he could get it up again to save his life. But these were the Legendary Warren Tits being wrapped around his prick. As the naked blonde began to roll her shoulders and knead the masses of titflesh around his rapidly-stiffening cock, he started to understand why this full-bodied young beauty was a legend in her own time.
He'd only been dating Betty Ann a couple of months, and this was his first-ever experience with fucking her tits. It wasn't one he would soon forget. He pistoned his throbbingly hard cock violently back and forth through the dry white tunnel of resilient boob, his head back, his eyes screwed shut. Betty Ann moaned and writhed through at least three orgasms of her own as the giant prick plowed between her scrumptious tits. Then Mike's cock quivered and shot a surprisingly thick stream of come arcing up toward her face. She dipped her head triumphantly and started slurping up the white sperm as though drinking from a water fountain while Mike clutched her bare shoulders and shook from the intensity of his climax.
Afterwards she'd been a good sport when he'd claimed to be too exhausted for any more fucking. She'd given him an impassioned good-night kiss, squeezed his crotch, and gone her way, leaving him with knees that felt as if they were made out of rubber and a long limp hose of cock that felt as if it were worn out from overuse.
Home at last, Mike took a shower and slipped gratefully into bed. He'd never felt so tired in his life. He wondered briefly if he'd ever have a hardon again after tonight's workout. Deep down inside he doubted it, but then sleep overtook him and his mind went blank.
Mike awoke to the feeling of something tugging at the tip of his prick. "Whuzzat?" he murmured drowsily, eyes opening. In answer a discreet slurp came to his ears. Suction on his cock made his belly muscles tense with pleasure. He sat bolt upright. His prick was being sucked!
His eyes strained through the gloom. He was suddenly aware of another person on the bed with him, of warm soft flesh against his bare thigh. Whoever the intruder was, it appeared to be wearing a wispy black nightie over moon-pale skin. The figure raised its head. Saliva shone on its full lips and the cone-shaped head of his prick. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, Michael," a husky, familiar feminine voice said. "I'll go away if you want."
For the second time that night Mike's eyes bulged. Clad in a nightie that did nothing to hide the delicious abundance of her charms, beside him on his bed bent over to suck fervently at his tired cock, was his Aunt Pat! "I-un-oh, Jesus!" He lay back, staring at the ceiling. Taking his stammered statement for permission to stay, Pat dropped her head again. Mike's back arched as her lips fastened on his prick again.
Aunt Pat! He'd always thought she was an outstandingly beautiful woman, but at the same time icy and uptight. When he'd moved in at the end of last summer, he had noticed something different about her, but at the time he'd been preoccupied with the death of his parents, and later he was preoccupied with Betty Ann Warren. Not that, lying awake in his bed at night with his aunt sleeping not twenty feet away, he hadn't wondered whether her figure was as lush as it looked despite the excruciatingly sensible clothes she wore. He'd even wondered what she'd be like in bed-but those were forbidden, incestuous thoughts, and he'd quickly put them aside. His aunt was being wonderful letting him live with her. To think about fucking her seemed ungrateful.
Now to think about not fucking her seemed ungrateful. But he didn't think he could. Not after Betty Ann had gotten through with him!
"Ummmmmmmm," despite his complete exhaustion, he had to admit his aunt's mouth felt damn fine on his prick. Something in the hesitant way her lips handled his prick, the way her tongue flicked at the big cockhead, told him his aunt was new at the art of giving head. But the hot-bodied teacher was definitely getting an "A" for effort!
He raised his head and looked down at her. Through the gauzy dark fabric of her nightie he could see the ripe roundness of a tit. The black-haired woman was bending across him, and the boob was flattened on his muscular thigh. Even through the negligee he could feel the silky smoothness of her skin. Her taut nipple drilled into his leg,
Propping himself on one elbow, he reached down to touch the short hair that framed the sculpted, high-cheekboned face in a severe cut. Pat's eyes flicked up at him and twinkled happily. Her cheeks went concave as she gave his cock an extra-powerful suck.
"Ahhhhhh." It was all he could do to keep from seizing a handful of that glossy black hair and driving his aunt's face down on the rigid rod of his cock. Then he blinked. There was no mistake. His cock was a rigid rod, rising from his crotch in a pale moonlit pillar to disappear into his aunt's lovely face.
Pat let go of the prick. Saliva ran from the cockhead and down the sides of the mighty prick. She grasped the base of the prick between thumb and forefinger. Holding it, she nuzzled the throbbing prick with her cheek. She sighed at the feverish feel of the cock against her skin.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked. She turned her face and ran her tongue up the underside of Mike's cock. His lean young body went stiff as a board. "I've never done this before. Does this feel good?" To punctuate her question she flicked her tongue against the underside of her nephew's cock, at the place where the straining cockstalk met the inflated head of the prick.
Pleasure blasted down the cock and into his groin.
"Y-yesssss!" he groaned. He lay back down. He put his hands on either side of Pat's head as her pliant lips flowed once more to envelop his cockhead. It was all he could do not to pull down hard on her head while thrusting upwards with his hips and impale her beautiful face on his cock till her teeth touched his balls. But if this was the first time his aunt had ever sucked prick, that wouldn't do at all. She'd probably panic-and she'd certainly gag, with nine whole inches of cock driven down her throat!
A thoughtful look stole across Pat's face as she sucked the head of her nephew's prick. The taste of the cock was meaty and strong, like aged beef. She liked the flavor of prick. It was another thing she'd been denying herself. This would remind her to keep an open mind about fucking.
She ran her tongue around the cone of Mike's cockhead. A hissing breath greeted her effort. She felt the boy's fingers trembling. From her own times spent lying on her back with darling Roger's face between her legs, shivering with ecstasy while he sucked her tasty pussy flaps into his mouth, she knew what he was going through. It was taking a deliberate effort not to crush her head with all his might.
The sexual excitement that inflated the giant prick seemed to flow from the vibrating cock into her mouth. Her pussy was watering away untended and she was getting monstrously horny. As a matter of fact, with the flavor and feel of Mike's hard cock, and the sensation of intolerable arousal the prick was transmitting into her mouth, she might be able to get off just devouring her nephew's cock!
She pushed her head down toward the curly brown hair surrounding the base of the cock. The prickhead wedged her cheekbones apart till the hinges of her jaw ached. The massive prick slid over her tongue. Pressed to the underside of the ponderous cockshaft, Pat's tongue could feel Mike's pulse go wild.
The prick's tip reached the back of Pat's mouth. Pat pushed her face down experimentally. A twinge of reflex revulsion tightened her throat as the cockhead started to go down it. She lifted her head a fraction of an inch. She absolutely loved having her face fucked full of her nephew's prick, but she wasn't ready to take the sword of cock down her throat yet.
For a moment she just lay sprawled across the youth's lap and enjoyed the feel and flavor of the cock stuck in her face. Her fingers pumped up and down on the length of cockshaft between her lips and Mike's groin. Her tongue began slipping around and around the staff of Mike's cock, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
The boy's whole body vibrated like a toning fork. He was on the verge of coming in his aunt's mouth. Pat felt a moment of apprehension. She enjoyed the bleachy smell of come, but the stuff had always felt slightly slimy to her, and she wasn't sure how it would taste. Should she let her nephew fire his jism into her face and try to drink it down? Or should she suck his prick till he quivered on the brink of orgasm and then slip her mouth off his cock and send him over the edge with her fingers.
"Oh, yeah." Her nephew's hands tagged her head gently up so that the prick began to slide out between her teeth. She felt her own pussy trembling with excitement. She remembered the resolve she'd just made, to be as adventurous sexually as she could be. That decided her.
She took control of the cocksucking back. She raised her head, closing her teeth just enough so that they delicately scraped the top and bottom of the giant prick. Pat's lips were pressed tight on the shaft of the withdrawing cock, stroking up the prick towards its head while Mike began to moan with joy.
Her teasing tongue felt the rubbery tip of Mike's cock about to slide from her lips. She stopped. Her lips became a narrow ring clamped just behind the cockhead, while her tongue caressed the pulsing tip of her nephew's prick. Her fingers jacked him off and toyed with his taut balls.
"Oh God!" he moaned. "Keep it up! I'm about to come!"
To her surprise, Pat found she was too. Her shoulders started moving in a circle, rubbing her stiff nipples around and around on the hard muscle of Mike's thigh. The filmy fabric of the nightie rasped her swollen tit-tips, till her jugs seemed to expand with delight. Her breath came short and fast over her cock-thrilling fingers.
Pat knew enough about fucking to know how rapidly Mike's orgasm was bearing down. She pushed her face down toward his crotch again, rubbing her tongue against the underside of his cock. This time his hips shot up off the mattress. She rode the thrust out, allowing his cock to fill her mouth.
Mike's butt drove deep into the mattress as he pulled his cock from her face. "Mmmm, mmm, mmmmaaaahhhh!" his aunt moaned in her own lustful joy. Her nephew's cock pistoning in and out of her face was almost as thrilling as it would have been pumping her pussy!
She wrapped both hands around the base of Mike's cock and fucked her face on the prick with increasing energy. Her lips held snugly to the sliding prick and her tongue never stopped swirling around the steely cock. Pat's hair flew into her face as she pumped up and down on the column of cock.
She felt a warning tremor in the mighty cock. She pulled her head up until once more only the swollen, throbbing prickhead inhabited her mouth. Her tits quivered like jelly against Mike's leg as she sucked on the prick for all she was worth. A flashbulb seemed to go off in Mike's brain. "Arrrrggggh!" he shouted, and came.
In spite of firing off the full load of his balls into Betty Ann's mouth and eager pussy and all over those unbelievable tits, the geyser of come that gushed into Pat's mouth was enormous. Her eyes widened as the pulse of jism completely filled her mouth. The acrid salty taste made her head reel.
For a moment she hung on. still sucking gamely. Come rolled down her throat. She swallowed it without thinking. A second pulse of orgasm in Mike's cock caused the sperm to bubble out of her lips around the shaft of the cock. Come coated her tongue, her throat, the insides of her mouth.
And she loved it!
Climax flared inside her pussy. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned urgently as pleasure blazed in her bran. A new spurt of jism overflowed her mouth. Creamy come ran down the cock and over her fingers. Even as the wild joy of orgasm possessed her, Pat felt calm inside. She'd never be alone again!
CHAPTER FOUR
With a sigh, Pat sat back in her swivel chair. She let her head loll back on her shoulders and gazed dreamily at the ceiling though half-closed eyes. She felt a sudden wicked temptation, and after thinking about it for a moment, gave in. She raised her long, slim legs, already exposed by the short skirt she was wearing, and propped them on her desk. What the hell, she thought, feeling deliciously naughty. Her last students had gone for the day, and since it was Friday she had the building to herself except for young George the janitor, and he seldom got to this building before Saturday morning on his weekend cleaning rounds.
It wasn't much by way of naughtiness. But for her it was a major departure from the norm, as much as her wearing a skirt that hung several inches above her knees, and beneath that wearing real silk stockings held in place by, of all things, a garter belt. Of course, her main act of rebellion against what she had been was that underneath the skirt and garter belt she was wearing nothing at all.
It was her surprise for her nephew. He had remarked, that first delightful night-was it only last Monday?-that he'd seen dirty pictures featuring young woman wearing garter belts and silk stockings, and said it was a pity they'd gone out of fashion. He'd love to screw a girl who was wearing an outfit like that. Feeling marvelously Jezebel-like, Pat had called around until she'd located someone who actually had a garter belt for sale. It was a theatrical supply house, as it turned out, but that didn't deter her.
Right now she was prolonging the waiting as much as she could. She had a few last chores to take care of, paperwork to finish up. Then she'd drive home, pick up her nephew and take him to dinner somewhere. After that, they'd go to a drive-in movie.
It didn't matter what was playing. Neither had any intention of watching it, whatever it was. Pat had never fucked at a drive-in movie theater, and wanted to try it, especially after hearing Mike's stories of his own experiences.
"You always hear a lot about fumbling around in the back seat," he'd told her. "That's bullshit. Instead of getting tied in knots in the back, the way to do it is sitting up front in the passenger seat." He'd gone on to describe his own encounter with Betty Ann that very evening-in the front seat of a car, even if the car was up on a rack at a gas station instead of at a drive-in movie.
Oddly, Pat hadn't gotten jealous at hearing Mike's tales of torrid teenaged fucking, not even when she learned he'd been screwing Betty Ann's face, tits, and white-furred cunt not very long before. It reaffirmed that she'd chosen well when she'd decided to seduce her nephew. She recalled the huge quantities of come his giant prick had pumped into her mouth, and smiled. It said nice things about her own abilities as a cocksucker that, totally inexperienced as she was at giving head, her nephew had blown his jism into her mouth so energetically after he'd already gotten off three times a few hours before.
A musky aroma tickled her nostrils. Her smile widened. She felt her pussy beginning to water, both at delightful memories and in anticipation of things to come-again and again, she hoped.
"Well." An all-too-familiar voice broke in on her reverie. "Look who had to stay after school!"
Pat looked toward the door. Lucy Travers stood there. The tall, shadowy figure of her brother loomed out in the hall.
Hurriedly she jerked her legs off the desktop, smoothing down her hem as she did so. The gleam in Lucy's evil green eyes showed that the big-boobed redhead hadn't missed the flash of naked pussy the teacher had unwillingly given her. "Working late," Lucy said with a smile. "Now, that's what I call an eager beaver. C'mon in, Jerry. I bet Miss Turner wants to see you. She's probably been missing you all week."
"As a matter of fact, I haven't," Pat said stonily, recovering her composure. Jerry hadn't been to class since Monday. She'd thought it good riddance. "If a pupil decides not to come to class, I feel that's his concern, not mine. Of course, he'll receive an 'F' for those days..."
Her words trailed off as Jerry walked in. On one broad shoulder he carried a roll of bluish nylon mountain-climbing rope. And in one hand he carried a coiled whip!
Suddenly her throat was dry. Her eyes flickered from Jerry to his sister and back. Lucy's lovely face was exultant, her eyes lit with unholy passion. Jerry's expression was dull. He moved like an automaton, but in his eyes there was a spark of vicious interest. "I-what do you want?" She'd intended the words to sound brave. They came out in a squeak. Lucy laughed. She stuck out her hand. Jerry obediently passed the whip to her. "Tie her hands behind her back," she said. "Let's have some fun."
"You won't get away with this." Pat got out of her chair, moving warily, alert for a chance to bolt. Right now the big desk was between her and the others. If she played her cards right she might be able to get between them and out the door. Jerry started around the desk. Lucy stood where she was, the eight-foot whip dangling from her hands. The girl's completely feminine appearance was deceiving. Pat's butt still felt an occasional twinge to remind her how strong the redhead was! Jerry measured out a length of rope between his hands. Pat waited for him, licking her parched lips. Her tits rose and fell inside her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the fear-hardened nipples were obvious through the fabric. The teacher waited until her pupil was a few feet away. Then she bolted around the far side of the desk. Despite her high-heeled shoes she ran well. Jerry started after her and was blocked by the desk. Lucy never moved. Pat felt a rush of joy. She was going to make it! There was nothing between her and the door.
A nasty whine came from behind. Pat screamed as the whip curled around her chest from behind and struck at her tits. She faltered and her foot slipped. Lucy laughed. Pat caught herself on a schooldesk and got back on her feet. Her throbbing tits bounced wildly as she lunged for the door. Sobbing with the agony in her boobs she raced out into the hall.
And ran right into a bulky, unmoving figure.
She gasped. Then she looked into the face of the man she'd run into. "George!" she said. "Oh, thank God you're here!" It was the young, massively muscled man who was head janitor for Walter Williams High. She was safe! Silently, George gripped the teacher by the upper arms. He pushed her back toward the room she'd just fled from. She resisted, eyes round with panic, but he was stronger and heavier. Step by step she was forced back. She backed into her classroom, felt her arms being pulled behind her and bound securely with a short length of rope. "NOOOOO!" she wailed. "Oh, what's going on?"
She heard the evil rustle of the leather whip snaking across the hardwood floor. "Oh!" she yelled as the end of the lash curled around one ankle. Instantly she felt embarrassed. The whip had touched her with almost loving tenderness.
"Jerry and I thought we'd like to play with you some more," Lucy said. Sullenly, Pat turned to face her. The redhead's nipples showed plainly through her tee-shirt. She drew back the whip with an impatient jerk of her wrist. "We didn't want anyone to disturb us, so we got George to help us. George is my friend, aren't you, George?" The heavyset youth shook back lank brown hair and grinned.
"Shall I take her clothes off, Lucy?" Jerry asked. His eyes were fastened on the jugs swaying to the tempo of Pat's breathing.
"No!" Lucy snapped, angered by the attention her brother was paying the captive teacher. "I'll do it!" To show what she meant she brought the whip singing forward with incredible velocity.
Pat's scream filled the room as the whip slashed at her unprotected tits. She staggered backwards, boobs afire with pain, till her butt pushed up against the front of a desk. She glanced down. White titflesh showed through a long, jagged tear in her blouse. A red line was beginning to appear across the snowy boobs.
The whip slid forward along the floor, reared up to cut at the screaming captive's left boob. A new tear appeared in the cloth. Pat rocked her head from side to side, tears streaming. The tears glued strands of her short black hair to her cheeks. "Aiiiiiii!" Her other jug exploded into pain as the tip of the whip cracked on the taut nipple. The exquisitely sensitive mushroom of the nipple vibrated with agony a long time after the blow landed.
Pat screamed and begged and wept as Lucy stripped the rest of her blouse from her shrinking body. When the last shredded fragments of fabric fell to the floor, Pat's jugs were striped and crossmarked with the red welts of the whip. The titflesh was becoming inflamed from the abuse the redhead lavished on her captive's jugs.
"Now," Lucy said, cocking her arm for another savage whipstroke, "let's see what you really have on under that skirt!" Pat was still leaning back against the desk, pinned by the terrific onslaught of the whip ravaging her tits. Now she pushed away as though trying to escape. It was a mistake. The whip curled around her butt and ripped at the tender cheeks of her ass. The blow landed with such force that it clawed the skirt right off the woman's ample hips!
"Whoooo," Lucy whistled. "Get a load of that!"
Pat's cheeks flushed as red as her beaten boobs. The two males were staring with unabashed interest at her body, naked but for the old-fashioned garter belt around her waist, and the sheer silk stockings it supported. "Seems like a change has come over our Miss Turner," Lucy said maliciously. "Whatever happened to that sensible underwear I saw around your ankles when I caught Jerry jamming it to that black-furred twat of yours?"
Pat's only answer was a sob. She hung her head. Tears fell onto her much-abused boobs. They stung the whipped, raw titflesh like drops of molten wax. Pat waited in misery for the harsh song of the whip as it flew forward to punish her tender, naked body. Instead she heard a rolling sound. She glanced up. Lucy was wheeling the swivel chair around from behind her desk. As she bent down, the front of her tee-shirt slipped low to reveal twin glories of milky, faintly-freckled jugs, capped with cherry-sized nipples. "Here," she said, shoving the chair up in front of Pat, "sit yourself down." Taken by surprise, all Pat could do was stare at her without understanding.
The pretty oval face instantly twisted with fury. "I told you to sit down, slut!" Lucy shrieked. She snatched the whip off the desk where it lay coiled like a waiting cobra and wrapped it around Pat's ass cheeks.
"Owwwwwww! Oh!" Pat sang a soprano song of sheer agony as fire etched a line across her butt. She turned as fast as she could, shaking with her urgent need to obey her tormentor and escape further pain. She was still wearing her high heels. They shot out from under her as she turned. She sat down hard, fortunately right into the padded, black-vinyl seat. She squealed as her whip-welted ass crushed itself into the chair.
"Tie her down, Jer," Lucy commanded. While his teacher-and former lover-was having the blouse literally whipped from her tortured tits, he'd taken off his own clothes. His cock didn't look so enormous to Pat, now that she'd had a taste of her own nephew's nine-inch cock-club, but it looked large enough, bobbing inches from her face. The swollen cock radiated lustful heat.
Following his sister's instructions, Jerry forced first one and then another slim, long, silk-sheathed leg up, bent it, and lashed it to the arm of the chair. The rope was wrapped several times around each luscious thigh, and around the upright of the chair-arm, so that both her feet, still in their elegant shoes, were up in the air. The teacher's raven-haired cunt gaped, the pale-pink pussy lips contrasting startlingly with the jet-black cunt fur. Her asshole winked coyly from between her flattened buttcheeks.
Lucy stood in front of her captive, hands on hips, gloating. Pat raised her head and found her eyes staring straight at a perfect triangle of fire-red pussy fur. She inhaled slowly, eyes traveling up her tormentor's nude body.
Lucy's hips were wide and well padded, narrowing rapidly to a trim waist. Her stomach was flat, the silky skin stretched taut over sleek feminine muscles. Above the low dome of her belly hung two heavy tits, scattered with light freckles, tipped by full nipples. The boobs were stunning in their beauty and symmetry. The face above them was beautiful too, but at the same time there was something terrible and evil about it.
"That's it, baby," Lucy said. "Get a good look. It's something you'll never have anything to compare to." She ran her eyes over her captive's naked body. "Though I have to admit you're pretty decently put together for an old lady. Tasty-looking pussy you have there." Pat's cheeks colored. Old lady indeed! In her indignation she didn't notice the implications in Lucy's words-that Pat's cunt was tasty, and therefore that the redhead knew what cunt tasted like.
A smooth-skinned tit brushed Pat's cheek as Lucy bent to grab the arm of the chair. The redhead spun the chair around and gave it a push. Pat gasped as she slid forward across the floor, pussy first-straight for the jutting beam of Jerry Travers' cock! She screamed in sheer shock as her pussy hit the lance of prick and impaled itself. The cock speared between the gaping pussy lips and up the tunnel of
the teacher's cunt. The walls of her cunt passage were dry. She moaned at the pain as the huge prick entered her ungreased cunt. Even with her forward momentum she came to a stop before more than half of Jerry's eight inches of prick were imbedded in her pussy.
The boy reached out. took the arms of her chair and pulled her pussy all the way onto his cock. "Ahhhhh !" she cried as the cock forced its way up her cunt. Jerry pushed his face into hers, lips searching. She fumed her face away in revulsion. He dropped his head and began slurping at her naked tits.
His strong arms were wrapped around the chair, grinding her cunt down hard on his rampant cock. His mouth trapped a swollen nipple. He sucked noisily at the pert nubbin of titflesh while his tongue jabbed at it. Pat shivered. Despite her fear, the pain in her tits and ass, the discomfort of the ropes that bound her in this humiliating position, she was getting turned on! Jerry's eager mouth was soothing away the agony in her whipped jugs, bathing the succulent titflesh in saliva, while his cunt-filling cock pulsated in her pussy.
"Oh, damn," she moaned as her cunt began to slather hot slippery oils around the shaft of Jerry's deeply buried cock. He moved his hips so that his rigid cock circled within her pussy, stretching her cunt-walls delightfully to the limits of their endurance!
Jerry groaned as the woman's oily cunt tightened itself lovingly around his cock. She sucked in a deep breath and squeezed his cock so hard he thought his heart would burst with the sheer pleasure of it. Then he felt his sister's long-nailed finger tapping him on the shoulder.
"That's enough, lover boy!"
Reluctantly, he dragged his cock from his teacher's cunt. "Ahhh," Pat sighed as the prick slipped from her slavering pussy. Her cunt lips held avidly to the sides of the mighty cock as it withdrew. The vacuum in her cunt sucked the walls of her pussy together as the wedgelike prickhead left.
Jerry's big prick popped free of Pat's cunt. It bounced up and down, clear, shiny cunt juice dripping from its purple tip. Regretfully Jerry swung the chair around and gave it a shove.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Pat cried as the chair rambled forward. George's magnificently-muscled body was ahead of her. He was on his knees. In the instant before her drooling cunt made contact with his steely prick Pat saw that the janitor's cock wasn't up to the standards of the rest of him. Then his cock was sinking rapidly into the silken sheath of Pat's cunt.
The teacher's pussy was well-oiled with the fragrant juices of her lust-and George's stiff cock was nowhere near as huge as Jerry's titanic spar of prick!
"Uuuufffff" Pat granted as the janitor's crotch slammed her splayed-out lips. George's prick didn't stretch the walls of her pussy so deliciously near the tearing point as Jerry's, but it still felt good buried balls-deep in her snatch.
Then George was pushing her away. His cock throbbed with lust as her pussy slipped wetly off it. Cool cunt juice showered over her pussy mouth and asshole as the cock came free. She had a chance to see that, fully inflated and quivering with ultimate desire, the janitor's prick was no more than five inches long! Then she was whirled about and sent on her way toward Jerry's gigantic, waiting prick.
"Uhhhhhhh!" The cock stabbed like a sword into the very depths of her pussy. Cunt sauce squirted in all directions as Jerry fucked his cock to the hilt in the well-lubricated cunt. His balls swung forward and rebounded off her tiny puckered asshole. His mouth met hers and this time she didn't rum away. His tongue probed into her mouth as insistently as his cock was probing the innermost recesses of her cunt. He wagged his hips, stirring his cock maddeningly inside her cunt, and his hands mauled her beaten boobs. Despite the pain of the whipping, and the stinging salt sweat on his hands, the pleasure Jerry gave fondling her jugs took her breath away as surely as the prick he had her cunt stuffed full of. If anything the pain added an extra edge to her ecstasy!
Then the cock was ripped from her cunt and she was sent careening onto George's undersized prick. Still, it felt awfully good going into her cunt. She clenched the small prick as eagerly with her cunt as she had Jerry's titanic column of cock.
Back and forth she was spun, to be fucked first by the monstrous rod of Jerry's cock and then by the smaller but still delightful prick thrusting hungrily from George's crotch. It would have humiliated even a far less inhibited woman than Pat Turner-under normal circumstances. But she was trapped, helpless, and her sex-hungry body had decided of its own accord to enjoy this wild back-and-forth rape. It oozed cunt honey and held onto either cock with fine abandon as she was shoved at breakneck speed between the two gasping, sweating young men.
Jerry's gargantuan log of cock drove hungrily into Pat's cunt. Pussy juice gushed out around the shaft of the prick as it sank to its base in that ravenous cunt. Jerry's fingers slid in under the buttcheeks to squeeze the teacher violently against him, cramming a maddening extra half-inch of raging cock into that quagmire of a cunt. Pat tossed her head wantonly from side to side as her pupil licked at her white neck. Tied as she was she couldn't roll her hips around the bar of cock in her cunt and get the maximum stimulation from the giant prick. But there was nothing stopping her from clamping her cunt on Jerry's prick with all her might!
Her pussy literally squirted the big, throbbing prick out as Jerry pushed her away. Pat's tied-up body hummed with sexual excitement. She was just about to come with hurricane fury. All she needed was a couple more strokes of that mammoth prick up her pussy, with thrusts of George's lesser cock to tide her greedy, needy cunt over, and she'd just go to pieces. But as the cock jumped away from her contracting cunt she saw Lucy grab her brother by the arm and haul him to his feet. Pussy sauce glistened on the insides of the redhead's thighs, and the alien odor of her cunt was rank in Pat's nostrils.
Then she was hurtling toward George. The loose-lipped smirk of lust on his face was enough to show her he was as close to coming as she was. It was too bad she wouldn't be able to squirm her way to orgasm with her cunt wrapped around Jerry's tremendous prick-but horny as she was she was in no mood to quibble! At least George was enormously strong. The sheer force of his fucking ought to go a long way toward making up for the shortness of his cock.
The captive shrieked in terror and sudden pain as the five-inch cock stabbed up her asshole.
Unlike Jerry's cock when his sister had ordered him to buttfuck his tied-up lover, George's was thoroughly greasy from being fucked again and again into the juicy paradise of Pat's cunt. And small as it was it didn't pry the walls of her ass passage so hideously far apart. But it still hurt going up the captive's butt!
George cried out hoarsely as the luscious ass impaled itself on his cock. He hadn't consciously shifted the angle of his prick to jam it up Pat's ass-but he wasn't complaining! The tightness of the woman's fear-clenched asshole on his prick so much tighter than even her lust-frenzied cunt, was enough to drive him over the edge.
His hands grabbed Pat's tits like white, fleshy handles while he rolled his cock around in her butthole. The cock swelled, shrank convulsively. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Pat shrilled as jism geysered up her ass. But her ass channel wasn't rubbed raw by inch-thick, unoiled cock this time. The come didn't sear her ass tunnel like acid. She felt a tingling sensation-and then she came too!
"Ohhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Fuck me-fuck my ass good!" she yowled, forgetting her grammar along with her manners. Her climax drew her asshole taut around the man's small cock and sucked blast after blast of come into her butt until the creamy jism bubbled out her distended poopchute. She was dimly aware of Lucy, screaming in her own delirium of joy as she fucked herself on her brother's cock.
A wild cry rang from the doorway.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Uhh," Pat moaned. George's small, spurting prick stirred mightily in her asshole as the powerful man tried to pull it out of the come-gorged poop-chute. The teacher's butthole was clamped tight around the climaxing prick in the frenzy of her climax, and the delicious pressure kept him ramming his cock uncontrollably back up her ass for more!
Pat opened her eyes and looked to the doorway. Her nephew Mike stood there, fury blazing in his eyes. To the side Jerry was pistoning his enormous cock in and out of his sister's red-bearded pussy while white jism oozed from the gaping, cock-filled cunt lips. Lucy's bare white ass was perched on the edge of Pat's desk, her pale legs wrapped around her brother's waist, kicking him-and his fabulous cock-firmly in place.
With a wordless cry Mike Turner lunged into the room. Lucy stared up at the charging youth from under a lock of flame-colored hair that had fallen over her eyes. Her brother's head was down and his mouth was stuffed full of milky titflesh and carmine nipple as he fucked his come into the girl's greedy snatch. "Jerry!" she cried, dragging his head away from her glistening boob by the hair.
Jerry turned, his big cock sliding from Lucy's cunt with a sucking sound. Mike raced by, giving the taller, naked boy a hearty shove in passing. Jerry yelped and fell back against his naked sister. Lucy screamed as his giant cock sank to the balls in her cunt again, sparking yet another nerve-jarring series of orgasms.
Pat grunted as George yanked his prick from her asshole in a welter of hot come. Shouting, "God damn you!" Mike hurled himself at the naked janitor. George checked him with a blow from his blocklike right fist.
Caught in midair by the sledgehammer blow, Mike spun and went tumbling back into the first row of school desks. Pat cried out, the passion still keeping her captive as surely as the rope that bound her to the swivel chair, but filled with concern for her nephew. "What have you done to him? Ohh, I'm still coming! Ah!"
Jerry slumped to his knees, shaking his head. His cock slid from his sister's cunt with a wet, nasty sound. Lucy moaned and shook her head at the feeling of the huge prick leaving her pussy. "Jerry, are you all right," she asked, cradling his head against a white thigh. Her pussy drooled a mixture of come and cunt sauce down onto his shoulder.
Jerry nodded. "I'm fine." Lucy glared at Pat as George hauled Mike to his feet from a tangle of overturned desks.
"It's a good thing my brother isn't hurt," the redhead spat at her captive. "You'd really suffer if he was! Who've we got, George?"
George was holding the groaning Mike upright by one arm. He shook his head. "Can't say as I know him."
Lucy dropped to the floor, causing her boobs to bounce like jelly. "I do," she said, peering at the disheveled youth. "It's Mike Turner-the notable young stud. Hey-" She cocked her head to one side, studying the boy, "You wouldn't be related to our darling Miss Turner, would you?"
"He's my nephew," Pat said. She regretted it immediately.
"Oh really?" Lucy looked at her, biting her lower lip with fine white teeth. It was clear that she was thinking about the way the normally prim Miss Turner had been dressed when she'd been caught: no bra, no panties, old-fashioned garter belt with silk stockings. Perhaps another person would never have thought that the teacher might be having an incestuous affair with her own nephew. But to Lucy, who'd seduced her brother for the first time when she was quite young, it was a perfectly logical idea. "Well, well, well."
She tossed a length of rope to the janitor. "Tie his arms behind him." George did as he was told. Mike growled rebelliously, but he was still too dizzy to act. "Now take off his pants."
The boy began to struggle, feebly at first, but with growing strength. It took both George and Jerry to get him down and get his jeans and underpants off him. Lucy stood by smiling.
"Let him go!" Pat shouted. "Don't hurt him! Damn you, leave him alone!"
Lucy wasn't listening. Mike's pants were down now, and her green eyes were fixed on the limp hose of his cock. Even deflated and lying across his lap it was huge-maybe larger even than her brother's fabulous eight-inch cock! For the first time Lucy began to wonder if the stories she'd heard about the young man might be true.
Mike met her gaze. He bit his lip. He was confronted by a totally naked teenaged girl with a spectacular body: glorious big jugs tipped with broad pink nipples, narrow waist, fiery-red cunt fur foresting the ripe mound of her mouthwatering pussy. There was only one way for a healthy, horny youth to react to such a sight, tied up or not, and Mike was healthier and homier than most.
Under Lucy's fervent gaze his cock began to get hard!
"Oh, Mike," Pat groaned. Lucy's eyes flicked to her.
"What's the matter?" she asked with mock innocence. "Don't you want your nephew to be normal? He likes what he sees. What's wrong with that?" Pat dropped her eyes, said nothing. But she blushed deeply. That gave her away.
"Or," Lucy asked, swaying forward to where the bound boy lay on the hard floor with his half-hardened cock rising from his crotch like a flying buttress, "do you have more interest in the kid than an aunt usually does? If so, it's too bad," she went on, dropping to her knees by his side so that her tits hung like ripe white fruit over his belly, "because you're just going to have to watch me fuck the daylights out of him!"
She bent over the youth. His belly went flat with a hiss of drawn-in breath as she slid her cool fingers beneath the rising prick. She felt the cock tense at her touch. "Nice cock," she cooed, her lust giving a husky catch to her voice. "Come to mama!" Mike gasped as she raised the prick and planted a kiss right at the tip of the swollen head!
"Mmmmm," Lucy said. She sent a sidelong glance at Pat. The teacher looked wretched, peering at the pair from between her drawn-up knees. The redhead smiled. She let her mouth slip down the side of the youth's cock. He shivered. His cock was hard as a rock now, a pillar of manmeat nine inches high! Lucy looked at the prick with awe-and a sudden fierce craving that had nothing to do with her desire to humiliate Pat by making her watch her nephew fucking another woman!
She began to lick lovingly at the cock, savoring the full, beefy taste of the giant prick. Mike rolled from side to side, moaning. Despite his anger, his fear for his aunt and his hatred for her captors, the redhead's oral attentions to his cock felt incredibly good. In a few moments the whole mighty prick gleamed with her saliva.
Pat watched in horror. Deep inside her she knew she couldn't blame her nephew for responding to the redhead's cocksucking. Any normal male would have a painful, quivering hard-on within a few seconds of Lucy Travers' versatile mouth being let loose on his prick! But still it tore the captive teacher apart to see the way her nephew relished the lips and tongue bathing his cock in sweet saliva.
Lucy knew it, too. She could feel the erotic tension building in the youth's body. He was squirming with almost unbearable delight as her tongue licked repeatedly up the bottom of his rigid cock. She took his balls in her fingers and toyed with them, squeezing them gently, rolling them around in their hairy sac. "Uh! Ohh," the youth groaned. His eyes were shut now, his head shaking as if he were trying to deny being turned on by Lucy licking his prick.
The luscious, nude redhead could feel the despair emanating from her lovely female captive. It thrilled her as much as the taste and feel of the rampant giant cock. Lucy dug causing other people pain, and mental anguish was almost as much of a turn-on as the more physical variety. Watching her beloved nephew getting hot from having Lucy suck his prick was almost as agonizing for Pat as having her tits and butt slashed with the whip!
But there was a way to cause the teacher still more pain. Mike was simply being passive, getting his cock sucked. On the other hand, if Pat had to watch him doing his level best to make Lucy come in screaming ecstasy, that would be even worse. Besides, Lucy's jugs seemed swollen larger than normal with the excitement that pulsed through her whole naked body, and the nipples seemed to vibrate with lust. Her pussy was drooling endlessly in its desire for that enormous column of cock!
There was no reason her mouth alone should know the joyous feel of that fantastic prick. She wrapped her lips briefly around the inflated prickhead, feeling it pulsate inside her mouth with Mike's pounding heartbeat. She sucked hard at the cockhead, swirling her tongue around the warm red and bulbous end of the youth's prick, marveling at its size. She felt him clench his muscles against an onslaught of sheer pleasure. He was about to come-but she wasn't quite ready.
She took her mouth away from the cock. It stood erect, spit glistening on the head of the cockshaft. "Uhh," Mike murmured, disappointed that the delightful assault on his cock had stopped short of making him come, but unwilling to shame his aunt by begging for more of Lucy's mouth-music to be played on his prick!
She straightened, shaking out a cascade of red hair. Her tits jutted high and proud from her ribcage, the nipples jutting like small, stiff fingers. Then she swung one alabaster thigh over Mike's crotch and began to lower herself, looking down at the captive youth's face with an oddly tender expression.
"Oh God!" he cried as the slobbering mouth of her pussy kissed the burning-hot tip of his mammoth prick.
Her pussy lips flowed outwards around the cone-shaped head of the young man's cock to enfold it in a hot, wet, maddeningly tight embrace. He shook his head violently. A stream of clear cunt juice welled from the cock-gorged lips of her pussy and rolled down the shaft of his prick.
Lucy felt the long, hard cock going up into her pussy, the steely pole of prick forcing apart the walls of her cunt. "Oh, jeez," she whispered, closing her eyes and smoothing back her hair with her hands. "That's niiiice!"
It took all her self-control not to ram her butt down hard onto his thighs and take the whole delightful length of that titanic cock into her watering cunt at once. But she loved the excruciatingly slow way the throbbing cock invaded the moist and tender cavern of her pussy. She wanted to prolong the nerve-stretching tension of waiting for the last inch of eager cock to be fucked into her cunt.
A look of sheer agony showed on Mike's face. This wasn't what was supposed to be happening at all! He had intended to rescue his aunt from whoever these people were who had her tied up in an obscene position in her own chair and were taking turns raping her with cunt-juice-dripping cocks. He hadn't meant to fuck up-and he most particularly hadn't meant to wind up having his mighty prick swallowed by the red-bearded pussy of one of his aunt's tormentors!
The worst thing was that he was enjoying it. Loving it. The tightness of the pussy that sucked in inch after inch of his immense prick was unbelievable. If the pussy-membranes surrounding his prick hadn't been elastic, he felt his cock would have been crushed!
He was half-aware of Lucy smiling down at him. He seemed to be having trouble getting his breath as his cock was overwhelmed by the liquid embrace of the girl's pussy. Then her cunt lips oozed down over the base of his stupendous cock and kissed his crotch. Cunt honey trickled down over his balls. He opened his eyes to see the girl's pale belly ripple and then flatten as she tightened her cunt around the bar of his cock.
As if by magic his ass rose off the floor as he tried to stuff still more of his cock into that sucking, stroking cunt. "Oh, wow!" he breathed. He had a fierce urge to grab those twin peaks of pink-capped titflesh and crush them in avid hands, but his hands were tied behind and beneath him. His body bent until it was arched like a bow. Her toes on the floor, Lucy rode him upward, not letting her weight drive her cunt fully down on the upright cock.
"You want more?" she asked hoarsely.
His body trembled with the strain and the need to fuck his cock furiously in and out of that teasing pussy. "Yes!"
"What do you want?" Lucy purred. Her sleek thighs pushed her nude and sweat sheened body upwards. Her pussy lips pooched downward along the shaft of Mike's cock as she lifted herself off his prick, leaving the cock-column liberally slimed with the aromatic sauces of greedy snatch.
"I-arrgh!" He was abruptly aware of his aunt watching him with terrible eyes. Though his own eyes were closed he could feel her gaze boring into him like sapphire drill-bits.
Lucy grinned lewdly. She lifted herself till she was half-standing with the boy's body arched beneath her. Only the head of his cock remained trapped within the flooded vestibule of her pussy. "What do you want? You have to ask for it!" For emphasis she squeezed the cockhead with her slavering pussy.
Mike felt as if he were about to explode. The girl was whipping him to a frenzy of hominess, but keeping him just short of climax. It was about to drive him crazy. "I-oh, damn, I want to fuck you!" Lucy laughed. "You want to fuck me? You want to fuck my what?" She raised her hands to the undersides of her jugs, lifted them, rolled the taut nipples like pills between her fingers.
"I... want... to fuck... your.. pussy!" Mike had to force every word out. The games the redhead's educated cunt was playing with his captive cock were quickly reducing him to an animal. An animal whose one concern was to plunge his aching prick full-length in the pungent paradise of that flame-furred pussy!
"That's better," Lucy said, and sat down abruptly.
Her cry joined his as rigid cock speared her pussy. She hadn't taken into account how enormous Mike's cock actually was! To suddenly have all nine inches of iron-hard cock fucked to the hilt in her cunt came close to overloading the pleasure centers of her brain. For a moment she even felt a twinge of pain in her pussy as it stretched itself around the giant spar of Mike's cock!
For an instant longer Mike remained arched off the floor. Then he fell flat again.
"Ghaad!" Lucy shrieked as the prick fell two inches out of her oily cunt, only to be rammed farther up her twat by her weight landing on the boy's crotch. It felt as if he'd fucked his inflated cockhead clear to her tonsils!
In the blink of an eye the self-control of both teenagers vanished. All that remained was the insistent, urgent need to fuck-immense cock into agile, greedy, greasy pussy. Lucy's legs pumped her butt vigorously up and down, fucking her pussy on the upright pillar of Mike's cock. The boy met her stroke for stroke, pushing his heels against the slippery floor for leverage to drive his prick ever further into the clinging depths of her pussy.
Mike was in heaven. His aunt was totally forgotten. All that existed was the pale-bodied young nymph who rode him so expertly, caressing his rampant prick with the flexible walls of her cunt as he pistoned the cock in and out of her with a soggy sound. "Yes, yes, yes," she was chanting to herself in a litany of lust. "Yesss!"
Pat watched the scene in stark agony. She knew that the evil redhead had to have some pretty far-out sexual talents to exert the kind of control she did over her brother-and over George the janitor, who stood by watching with a slack-lipped grin, his nasty little cock already hard again, not fifteen minutes after pumping his come-load up the captive teacher's ass.
It made the black-haired beauty acutely aware of her own lack of abilities. Sure, she was lovely-if you liked older women, which, she thought bitterly, is exactly what she was to these horny adolescents. She was tall and slim and long-legged; her boobs, while large and well-shaped, were nothing like the outsized white glories that Lucy's jugs were. Lucy was all taut, round curves-and sucking, slurping, red-furred pussy.
And that was something else. Trying to shut out the rising cries of delight as Lucy worked her pussy around Mike's cock like a skillful hand, she reflected on her own lack of experience in bed. Face it, she told herself. Lucy's a complete and total slut. She's been everywhere, she's done everything. She can do things for Mike you couldn't even imagine!
It was no surprise Mike was getting so turned on, fucking his lovely cock into that bitch's cunt. What would be surprising would be if he ever so much as looked at his dowdy old aunt again!
The smell of aroused cunt filled the air The two young bodies. Mike's half-clad, Lucy's magnificently nude, were sheathed in the sweat of their mutual exertions. Their bodies and souls had melted into one another until they had lost all trace of individual identity. The wildly fucking pair had blended into one incredible fucking machine!
Lucy Travers' warped scheme of vengeance against the tied-up teacher for stealing her brother-if only for a little while-was a complete success. Pat was doing as excellent a job torturing herself, inside her black-haired head, as Lucy had ever been able to do with that wicked hickory pointer applied to the woman's shrinking asscheeks, or the whip laid stingingly across her ripe jugs. Pat's own self-doubts had plunged her into a hell of misery, helped along by being made to watch her beloved nephew-her lover-fucking the redheaded bitch, who had just beaten her and had her raped, as if she had the most delightful cunt in the world.
But Lucy was scarcely aware of her success.
The prick that pistoned madly in and out of her pussy fucked her cunt fuller than it had ever been before. She'd thought her brother's prick the last word in cocks-eight inches of rock-hard cock, ready to go at any time. But young Mike Turner's prick was bigger, harder, and a million times more delightful!
Young as he was, he even used his cock better in Lucy's cunt than her brother did. Lucy knew some funky corkscrew motions of her ass that were guaranteed to crank her cunt around a man's cock until he was blind with lust. But the boy was twisting that big prick of his inside her pussy just as expertly-and thrillingly. The upper surface of the giant cock rasped ceaselessly back and forth over the tip of her swollen clit, sending flashes of delight into her pussy. She was going to come soon herself. "Get ready, big boy," she growled. "I'm about to come. Come to my pussy-fill my cunt up with your sweet come!"
She drove herself down hard. The cock surged into her pussy so forcefully she almost fainted. "Get ready!" she shrieked.
"Yikes!" Mike exclaimed. The load of come simmering in his bails abruptly boiled over and shot a stream of come straight up into Lucy's hungry cunt. She shrilled her delight as she felt hot come blast into her climaxing pussy. But even in the ultimate ecstasy of his orgasm he could hear the sound, as if from far away, of his aunt's heartbroken sobbing.
CHAPTER SIX
Boiling jism erupted into Lucy's cunt. She let go of her heavy tits and gripped her thighs with both hands, trying to gain more leverage to fuck her convulsing cunt on the column of the captive boy's cock. "Uh! Uhh! Ohhh!" she cried in short, barking yips of ecstasy.
Mike grunted in reply. His hips were bucking up and down, fucking his cock vigorously in and out of the girl's needy cunt. The lining of her pussy tunnel contracted rhythmically around the deeply-buried shaft of cock, milking great spurts of come from the tip of the mighty prick. His body shook as though in a giant's grip as his orgasm sent come boiling up into the red-haired pussy. Lucy's cunt greedily drank in every drop of come that spewed from the tip of Mike's prick, and tried desperately to suck up still more of the creamy white goodness of his sperm.
In a few quick pulses her cunt-tunnel was filled with the come. It gushed down over the base of the youth's titanic cock, flowing over his balls, a white jism-torrent diluted with clear cunt oils. Pat watched miserably as the milky tide of come washed down from between Lucy's pale butt-cheeks.
The last droplet of come stored in Mike's balls shot up the passage in his prick to be absorbed by the hungry cunt. Still that moist pussy clutched at his cock, and even though he was fresh out of come, Mike babbled in wordless excitement as the trapped cock continued to jerk and spasm with orgasm.
Finally the throes of climax subsided in the young man's half-naked body. But Lucy was still going strong! "Uhh yeah!" she sighed, pumping her butt up and down on the still-rigid spar of cock with unflagging energy.
"Ow-oh, Christ!" Mike's eyes flew wide as Lucy's cunt continued to squeeze his prick in fierce bursts of passion. The whole nine inches of his cock was suddenly ultra-sensitive. The clutching of that insistent cunt was actually painful!
Despite the boy's protests and the rapid deflation of his prick, Lucy rode herself to a whole new set of orgasms that had her filling the deserted classroom with her abandoned shrieks. Finally the fires of her own climaxing died to a dull warm glow in the pit of her pussy. At last she allowed her lush rump to settle on the youth's muscular thighs.
She smiled down at his sweat-soaked face. "All!" he gasped as her cunt gave his shrinking cock a final, grateful squeeze. He stared up at her. Her face was framed by her big white jugs. The nipples were still strainingly erect at the tips of the boobs.
"Well, enough of that," Lucy said matter-of-factly. She got a foot under her and stood. Her red cunt fur and the crisp dark hair around the base of Mike's cock were soaked with jism and cunt sauce. She stood up, the cock stretching out between Mike's groin and her pink-lipped pussy for a moment before slipping free of her pussy's wet embrace and falling loosely across his lap. The wide-open lips of her snatch gaped, slobbering pussy juice and semen onto the dormant cock.
Lucy smoothed back her hair, her jugs riding high on her chest as she did so. "That was nice, lover," she cooed. Then, to her brother and George, "Untie the bitch. But hobble her legs."
Mortified and sickened by what she had just witnessed, Pat put up no resistance as the two burly young men released her from the chair to which she had been bound for so long. Her muscles were cramped from the doubled-up position she'd been forced to maintain for so long. She leaned unsteadily against George's granite-block body as Jerry knelt beside her to tie a length of rope to both her shapely ankles, with enough play to allow her to walk but short enough to trip her up if she tried to run. Finished, Jerry put his hand on her bare hip and kissed her right on the pussy. She shivered in pleasure at the touch of his lips to her vulnerable cunt.
Unbidden, memories of the brief time Jerry had been her lover swarmed over her. The tears burst from her azure eyes.
She cried desperately as George untied her wrists. She'd lost everything. First Jerry had betrayed her at his sister's command; now her nephew, her lover, had been seduced away from her by the same evil, red-headed wanton, before her very eyes! She wanted to die. She sniffed loudly as George gave her a swat on her naked ass, just a touch too forceful and stinging to be friendly. "All right, bitch," she heard Lucy's commanding voice say, "come over here before I really give you something to cry about!"
She looked at the girl. Lucy stood with her ripe ass propped against Pat's desk. The bullwhip dangled menacingly from her hand. Tears still leaking from the comers of her eyes. Pat obeyed, walking forward to stand with head bowed before the shorter, fuller-bodied adolescent.
She felt Lucy's eyes roving over her naked body. She felt her cheeks glowing in a furious blush. Though she wasn't looking at the redhead's face, she knew it would be lit with a glow of unholy lust. The teacher felt a surge of embarrassment at the way the girl studied her.
Though she didn't believe it, she was truly a spectacular sight, as her redhead tormentor reluctantly had to admit to herself. Tall, slender, short black hair framing a lovely oval face, Pat Turner was a beautiful young woman. Her tits, though not as huge as Lucy's own, were mouth-wateringly larger than the norm, perfect globes of ripe titflesh hung in silky-smooth skin, delicately traced with fine blue veins and crowned with nipples the color of wine. The old-fashioned garter belt and the silk stockings that encased her long, faultless legs really set off her slightly out-of-date but altogether sexy appearance. Lucy felt her mouth-and pussy-beginning to water.
"All right, bitch," she said, her voice low and rough with renewed passion. "I'm going to give you a treat. I'm going to let you get down on your knees and eat my pussy!" Pat's head snapped up. She stared openmouthed at the redheaded teenager. Surely she couldn't mean it! Lucy's smile turned glassy. "Didn't you hear me? Down on your knees and start licking my cunt, darling-fast!"
Pat backed away, holding her hands up defensively before her swaying jugs. Her stomach rolled with nausea. Put her mouth to another woman's cunt-never! That was perverted! The idea of having her face and lips surrounded by the incredibly ripe odor of cunt, the slimy, slick feel of pussy lips smearing rank cunt juice all over her mouth, made her want to vomit. "No, no, don't make me. I can't!"
It was a mistake. Lucy's ruby lips stretched into a smile still broader than before, and for a foolish instant Pat thought she was reprieved. But only for an instant. Then the whip came hissing along the wooden floor and reared up to curl around one lushly-padded hip. "Yiii!" she yelled as the leather stung her naked butt.
She jumped back, grabbing her wounded ass with both hands. The puffy welt across the satiny skin of her ass grew puffy beneath her fingers. The mere touch of her hands made the whipped assflesh smart unbearably.
Lucy gave her victim a chance to examine the angry mark inflicted by the whip. Pat twisted her naked body, looking down in dismay at the welt discoloring her white rump. "Oh," she whimpered. With terrible skill Lucy swung the whip up and cracked its tip right on the nipple protruding from Pat's right jug.
Incandescent agony blazed through Pat's tit. She grabbed her boob with one hand, feeling the pain-filled nipple throbbing against her palm. Responding to the pain-stimulus, blood pumped into her ample tits, inflating her nipples and rendering them exquisitely receptive to any kind of sensation. Pleasure-or pain!
Her right hand clutched her injured rump, the other cupped her whipped and burning tit. She stared at Lucy from under a shock of raven hair that had fallen over her eyes. "It hurts," she moaned. "Please don't hit me again-pleeease?"
Lucy laughed. A note of insanity seemed to tint her contralto voice. A trickle of shiny cunt juice ran down the inside of one thigh. Pat could smell the musky perfume of aroused cunt. She knew she could expect no mercy from the redhead. Her tormentor got off on inflicting pain!
The whip struck again. Pat shrieked and jumped high in the air as it landed savagely across her buttocks. She grabbed her ass with both hands, ignoring her aching tit for the fresh flood of anguish that flooded her ass. But only for the fraction of a second it took for Lucy to pull back the whip and send it slicing across the teacher's exposed jugs!
"Ahhh!" Pat crossed her arms over her tortured tits and staggered away. Her only thought was to escape the whining, stinging caress of the whip. Lucy shouted with laughter and Pat screamed as she heard the whip whistle in its eagerness to once more lacerate her tender flesh.
Agony striped down one cheek of her ass. She whirled, crying. The whip came back under her outflung arms and licked like a blowtorch flame at the underside of her left jug. She threw herself backwards. The sharp edge of a school desk bit into her welted buttocks. "Ow!" she cried. The whip sailed forth to slash at her tits once more.
Her body bent backwards as she howled at the agony in her tits. Her fingers were white talons gripping the edge of the desk. Her long, shapely legs were wide spread as if to brace her against the pain. Her pussy gaped wide between her parted thighs, pallid-pink amid the midnight black of her cunt hair.
"Ah," Lucy sighed, licking her ripe lips at the sight of that naked and inviting cunt. She swung the whip. Pat shrieked like a damned soul as the whip cracked right on the exposed mouth of her cunt.
Her knees turned to water as her pussy filled with fire. It felt for a hideous second as if the whipstroke had torn her delicate pussy flaps clean away. Then they started to pulse with agony, seeming to swell as pain filled them. She clung to the edge of the desk, turning and clamping her tender thighs together to protect her cunt. Pain lanced up her pussy tunnel like a red-hot iron. She sobbed uncontrollably, her tits jiggling. "No, no, no more. Don't whip me any more, I can't stand it. God! My poor pussy is on fire!"
The pounding of her blood in her ears was so great she never heard the next slash of the whip till it landed diagonally across her butt. Reflexively she sat down hard with her back to the desk, moaning as her agonized buttcheeks flattened against the unyielding floor. The whip slashed from side to side across the crowns of her pointed tits. She threw her head back and screamed in intolerable agony.
Another vicious cut across her reddened tits made her fall to her side. With incredible deftness Lucy cracked the whip against the spongy, forested mound of her pussy. "Yii!" Pat howled, and rolled onto her belly.
Her buttocks jutted into the air like twin hills of pliant flesh. The whiteness of her asscheeks was marred by a network of glowing red lines. Lucy smiled down at her handiwork, then brought the whip whistling down onto her victim's ass with all her might.
"Aieee! Ahhh!" Pat rolled and squirmed on the floor as Lucy rained wicked blows on her upturned ass. She no longer had the strength even to roll over on her back to spare her ass further punishment-nor would there have been any point in it if she had. It would only have meant her much more delicate tits would have suffered under the onslaught of that merciless lash.
Mike Turner looked on, sickened to the core of his being. Not solely for the horrible torment being inflicted on his lovely aunt. But also for what he had been doing just a few moments before. Was it possible that he just finished fucking that evil, naked fiend from a hell the color of her flying hair? That he had pumped that flame-furred pussy full to overflowing with his come while he and she cried together in the shared agony of orgasm? "You slut!" he shouted, "Let her alone! Quit doing that, damn you! Stop it or I'll... I'll.. ."His words trailed off into nothing.
"Or you'll what?" George asked with a leer. His small prick stood to its full five inches from the curly light-brown hair of his crotch.
Blow after crushing blow landed on Pat's butt. It felt to the writhing, screaming teacher that the skin had been entirely stripped off her pertly-rounded asscheeks. The pain was already unbearable, but, impossibly, with every impact of leather on shrinking flesh it got a hundred times worse.
Lucy beat her captive's ass with metronimic regularity. Suddenly the drumfire crackle of leather on bare assflesh ceased. Pat drew in a long, jagged, painful breath.
Lucy slumped back against the teacher's broad desk. Her naked body was glistening with sweat. Her boobs heaved up and down with the heaviness of her breathing. "Now," she panted. "Are you ready to eat my pussy like a good girl?"
"No," Pat replied unthinkingly.
Whack! The black-haired beauty had allowed her naked body to relax. Lucy brought the whip curling down to land along the furrow between her asscheeks. Pat wiggled frantically as fresh pain seared from her asshole to her tailbone. "OWW!" she howled. "I'll do it! I'll do anything you ask. Only don't whip me any more!"
Lucy hoisted her shapely butt up onto the desk so that her feet weren't touching the floor and spread her legs. "I'm waiting," she said. Lust vibrated in her words.
Slowly, painfully, Pat picked herself up off the floor. Her body was one giant, rhythmic pulse of pain. Her tits throbbed from the kiss of the lash, and her pussy lips still tingled and stung from being struck. But her ass-her ass was sheer and unadulterated agony! Climbing to her feet made her butt feel as if it had been pressed into a bed of hot coals.
She stumbled toward her tormentor. Lucy's pussy waited. A fat droplet of clear cunt honey glittered between the petals of her pussy, above the dark and beckoning hole of her cunt. The splayed-open, pink pussy, rimmed with curly copper-red hair, seemed to fill the teacher's vision. "Oh," Pat squeaked.
She dropped to her knees. Her face was nearing the waiting cunt. Lucy shook her head and rolled her shoulders so that her tits surged like a sea wave, the nipples making figure-eights in the air. "Hurry," she moaned. "Let me feel your lips on my pussy! Hurry!" Pat took a deep breath. It was the wrong thing to do. The odor of soaking wet cunt, with a lingering hint of bleachy come, filled her nose and lungs. She gagged.
Adroitly Lucy shortened her grip on the whip so that half the black leather lash protruded from her small fist. She brought the plaited leather tongue whistling down Pat's back and cracked it expertly right on the tightly-closed asshole. Pat shrieked and dove face first into her tormentor's pussy.
"Ahh! Yes!" Lucy grabbed the back of Pat's head with her free hand and ground her captive's face into her pussy. She felt Pat's lips crush her pussy lips. The teacher's mouth worked as if she were trying to speak. The motion thrilled her pussy. "Mm! Rrr-mph!" Pat shook her head from side to side, trying to pull her face away from the red-bearded pussy in panic. Lucy gasped in joy. All Pat's struggles were doing were providing pulse-pounding pleasure to that brimming cunt! The first rush of concentrated cunt-smell made Pat's head reel. Her eyes had snapped open as her face plunged into Lucy's cunt. Then she'd felt the oily pussy lips enfolding her mouth and her stomach did a flip flop.
Now she was trying to escape. She opened her mouth to cry out as the pussy-perfume threatened to suffocate her. Instantly the bottom of her mouth filled with cunt honey, hot and tangy. The pungent cunt oil bathed her tongue. The taste of pussy seemed to suffuse her whole being!
She put her hands against Lucy's thighs to push herself away. The redhead still held Pat's face crushed against her pussy. For a moment Pat pushed at the tender flesh, then stopped. She was forgetting something, Lucy still held her vicious whip. And if Pat yanked her face out of that red-haired cunt in disgust, her tormentor would be sure to make liberal use of the lash on her captive's already-tormented flesh!
Pat sighed. The odor of cunt rose up through her nostrils and fogged her brain. She didn't know how she could stand it much longer. And the oily, rubbery feel of the girl's cuntlips slithering over her mouth made her skin crawl. She longed to tear her face away from that drooling, reeking, clinging cunt-but she didn't dare. The new pain that pulsed in her asshole in time to her racing heartbeat warned her against resisting the redhead's wishes in any way.
She moved her hands, slid her fingers under the plump thighs and her thumbs to the insides of Lucy's legs. Lucy trembled with excitement and pleasure. "Lick me," she begged. "Let me feel your tongue scouring my pussy good!"
Pat was trembling too. With disgust. Having her mouth locked in an obscene kiss with Lucy's pussy was bad enough. It almost felt as if the lips of the cunt were sucking at her own, trying to draw them into the quagmire of the cunt. The thought horrified her. She had to fight down her panic to do what she knew had to be done-if she didn't want the skin flayed from her ass in strips by that awful whip!
Slowly, she parted her lips. Lucy threw her head back, arching her magnificent body so that her jugs jutted at the ceiling and the soggy mat of her pussy was thrust into her captive's face. Pat's tongue crept out of her mouth. It brushed past a frilly cunt-curtain. Lucy tensed at the fleeting touch, then her long nails dug into the back of Pat's head as the teacher's tongue invaded her twat.
She felt the oily cunt walls slip by on either side of her reaching tongue. The pliant pussy flesh seemed to mold itself to the sides of her tongue as it delved into the pit of her cunt. Unsure of herself, she swirled her tongue experimentally around inside the opening of Lucy's cunt.
The redhead wailed with delight. The skin of her rump squeaked on the wooden desktop as she pushed the dripping muzzle of her cunt still more fervently against Pat's face, fucking her pussy on the stiffened tongue. Hot pussy sauce rolled down Pat's tongue to flood her mouth. Doggedly she kept her tongue spiraling within the oozing cunt. Pussy sauce ran down her chin. Curly copper cunt hairs tickled her nose.
The captive teacher's cheeks began to ache from the strain of keeping her mouth open and her tongue thrust far up Lucy's cunt. She pulled the tongue back. It dripped cunt honey. She let her tongue droop so that it rested against the lower rim of Lucy's cunt hole. Then, powerfully, she stroked it up the wet pussy gash.
An electric current seemed to rip through the naked teenager. The whip hand clamped against the side of Pat's head now. She winced as the braided leather tangled several strands of hair, pulling them painfully. "Yes!" Lucy cried. "Christ, lick me hard! Your tongue feels so good on my pussy!"
Once more Pat dropped her tongue and licked up along the dripping slash of Lucy's pussy. She looked cross-eyed down at the wide-open, eager cunt. The redhead's clit was swollen with desire. It stood out of its protective folds of pussy flesh at the upper end of the cunt-slit, big and pearly and shiny with cunt oils. The next stroke of her tongue shifted aim to flick right at the nerve-node at the top of the cunt.
"Oh! Ahhh!" The girls' hard pubic bone smacked Pat in the nose. She pulled her head back, her head spinning. Lucy dragged her face impatiently back to the waiting pussy. Pat closed her eyes and kissed the cunt fervently, rolling her mouth around and around in the succulent pussy juices, crushing the erect clit with her front teeth. Her tongue slipped from between her lips to scour the insides of Lucy's delicate cunt flaps. Once more delicious pussy juice filled her mouth.
She stopped with her tongue pressing one inner pussy lip against the furry roll of an outer cunt lip. What was going on here? She had pressed her face back into Lucy's cunt as avidly as if she actually enjoyed eating cunt!
And then it struck her.
She did enjoy devouring Lucy's cunt!
She stopped dead, frozen with her tongue tip pressed against the redhead's swollen clit. Could this really be happening? Could she actually be getting pleasure from licking, kissing, and sucking on another woman's wet and nasty pussy? Could it be so with this of all women-the sadistic bitch who such a short time ago had been whipping her tits and ass into searing agony?
Yes! There was no denying it. She felt the cool streams of cunt juice that ran down the insides of her thighs, felt the prickling of lust in the recesses of her pussy. She moaned, a sound half of heartbreak, half of wanton, naked lust! She wagged her head from side to side.
Her tongue was still touching the girl's clit. Constant moans broke from Lucy's lips. Even though the black-haired teacher was doing it unwittingly, she was tormenting the redhead's cunt with such delightful sensations that even the sexually experienced Lucy was driven out of her mind with ecstasy!
Pat felt the girl's hands pressing in at her temples. Abruptly she realized that the way her tongue was keeping a constant pressure against Lucy's clit was making the redhead squirm with delight. A steady stream of transparent cunt oil sloshed from between the swollen pussy lips. The pussy sauce dripped over the edge of the desk and fell in hot droplets on Pat's bare tits. The slightly-acid cunt juice stung the whip-welted titflesh. But Pat was almost as horny as her tormentor-the stinging in her jugs seemed only to add to her excitement!
She slipped a finger experimentally into the overflowing well of Lucy's pussy. "Yes!" Lucy gasped. "Fuck me with your finger!" Pat ran the second finger of her right hand into the wet snatch with the first one for good measure and started stirring them around in the red-bearded cunt. At the same time she started rotating her head in a taut circle, keeping the tip of her tongue shoved against the blood-gorged clit.
Lucy went wild. The tongue seemed to be sending jolts of erotic electricity into her clit and blasting up her pussy tunnel. At the same time Pat's fingers were plunging in and out of the humid paradise of her cunt in delightful imitation of a rock-hard cock. Lucy's hands quivered as she gripped black hair to either side of Pat's head, fighting the temptation to either crush the cunt-gobbling face into her pussy or tear it away before the pleasure got to be too much to handle. Pat's cunt-eating was perfect just as it was!
Lucy felt the slow rumblings deep in her pussy. The slight motion of Pat's tongue against her clit was making the tension build in her cunt, and the fingers fucking wetly in and out of that hungry cunt weren't doing anything to calm her down. Something had to give.
It did.
"Aiii!" Lucy screamed. Her butt rose as if by magic from the desktop. Caught by surprise, Pat let her tongue slip off the vibrating clit and fuck deep into the pussy along with her probing fingers. The redhead locked her fingers behind Pat's head and pulled inward with all her might. Pat found her mouth filled with pussy lips and pussy oils as the redhead fucked her cunt on the teacher's extended tongue and fingers. Pat's head swam with her own passion as the flooded cunt suddenly clutched the maddening tongue and fingers trapped inside it.
Then Pat swooned as orgasm unexpectedly hit her too.
"Nggh!" she groaned into the mouthful of succulent pussy meat. Her pussy clutched frenetically at nothing. She dropped her left hand down between her silk clad thighs and stabbed three fingers up into her own pussy. The slippery walls of her cunt closed hungrily about the thrusting fingers.
She gave herself up to the purely carnal delight of consuming Lucy's pussy while finger-fucking herself into delirium.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mmm." Pat Turner moaned in forbidden delight as Lucy's cunt oils ran down her chin. Her tongue slid up and down between the pussy lips that surrounded the dark, flooded opening of the redhead's cunthole. She felt the hot sauces sloshing from her own pussy and running down the fingers of her left hand. It was as though she was sharing the fury of the orgasm her sucking, insistent mouth had given the younger girl's cunt.
Lucy's cunt clutched spastically at Pat's tongue and fingers as they delved in and out of the moist, tight snatch. Her thighs clamped the sides of the brunette's head in walls of warm soft flesh. Her butt made small squeaking circles on the hardwood desktop.
Like waves, ecstasy flowed over her from her well-devoured cunt. She let her head hang loose as she floated in a sweet haze of sexual delight. She listened happily to the slurping sound of Pat consuming her pussy. She gazed down at the neat black head nestled between her thighs. Pat's big boobs were pressed flat against the side of the desk, jiggling as her fingers worked in and out of her own climaxing cunt.
She looked up. The three males watched, Jerry and George with looks of sheer lust on their faces, Mike Turner with a look of horror on his. Despite the boy's expression, though, his fabulous cock was just as hard as the others! Lucy gave a small gasp as Pat's tongue flicked her clit. Her head rocked back and forth as a new orgasm rippled the walls of her pussy around the teacher's fingers. Then she caught George's eyes with hers and nodded.
The burly janitor looked back for a moment, then nodded. His small but rigid cock seemed to swell slightly as he turned and trotted out the door.
Blissfully unaware of what was going on above her head, Pat continued to pay homage to the red-furred pussy. Her left hand was soaked in her own pussy sauces from fucking her into a series of orgasms almost as intense as those her lips and tongue had set off in Lucy's tasty cunt.
Now the tremors of ecstasy in her own pussy had died into a light, delighted quivering. Her fingers slid languidly in and out of the slack-lipped pussy. Her tongue licked slowly and contentedly along the oozing, flavorful furrow of Lucy's cunt. She felt a tug on the hair at the back of her head. She shook her head. A shiver of delight ran through Lucy's naked body. The tug came again, more insistent this time.
Reluctantly, Pat raised her face. Her mouth was shiny, smeared with the thicklv-scented oil of Lucy's cunt. She looked up at her tormentor's pretty face, framed by the huge, jutting boobs. Her eves glowed with a lewd blue light.
"That's enough of that," Lucy said. "It was great, but it's time to do something else, sugar." Her tone was gentle.
With her body still alive with the illicit pleasure she'd gained from eating the redhead's cunt, Pat felt something almost like affection for the short, full-bodied teenager.
Lucy dropped lithely to the floor. She helped Pat to her feet. The teacher's body seemed drained of energy from her own overpowering climaxes. She leaned against her desk for support.
She glanced at Mike. The boy had propped himself on his elbows and was staring at his naked aunt with an unreadable expression. She smiled at him.
It looked like she'd have to forgive him for getting such a charge from fucking Lucy Travers!
She glanced at Lucy. The redhead stood smoothing back her glorious red hair, standing on tiptoe so that the muscles stood out on her well-turned legs. Her full tits thrust impudently toward Pat's face, the nipples stretched invitingly toward her. Without really knowing what she was doing the teacher bent down and kissed a firm nipple.
"Oh!" Lucy's hand cradled Pat's head against her tit as she took the nipple into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Lucy put her head back and gazed at the ceiling. What a trip! She'd so completely dominated her captive teacher that the tall brunette was going out of her way to give her captor pleasure! And though Pat wasn't too skilled yet at the arts of love, her mouth was pure heaven as it sucked in the tip of the lush jug.
But Lucy had other plans for Pat Turner now. Something that would give the malevolent redhead a lot bigger and better kicks than having her tits inexpertly sucked!
She heard a footstep in the hall, accompanied by an irregular scrabbling sound. She dragged Pat's head back by the hair, none too gently this time.
"Look there."
Pat's head was twisted toward the door. George appeared, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him as he walked. He had a leash in his hand. At the other end of the taut leather strap was an enormous black and tan Doberman pinscher. Pat frowned. What did this mean? She could smell the heavy musky aroma that told her Lucy's cunt was yet again watering with fresh passion. She looked from the dog to the redhead, her brows lifted questioningly. Lucy's smile seemed to radiate cruelty. "Don't you understand, Miss Turner?" she asked. "That's your new lover."
Pat cocked her head. "George?" She sounded disappointed. She was still hot from the session of eating Lucy's cunt. In her present state the idea of experiencing a new male cock shoved up her dripping pussy had a definite appeal. But George was hardly a new lover-she'd already had his cock jammed up her butt till they both came. And he wasn't anything to get excited about!
But Lucy shook his head. "No, not George," she said. "George's dog."
Pat gaped at the big Doberman, standing there with his red tongue lolling obscenely out over his black lips. She screamed.
George handed the leash to Lucy. Pat's residual hominess evaporated. They really meant it! They planned to have the dog fuck her-it was unimaginable! She turned and ran.
She had forgotten the rope that hobbled her. She took a quick step, stumbled, caught herself on a school desk-and then it was too late. George and Jerry were on her at once, their rigid cocks prodding her in the sides as they hauled her back.
Mike shouted horrified curses at the pair and Lucy. Lucy smiled and stroked the big dog's flanks with visible excitement. It was as if she felt a certain sneaking envy for the teacher who was about to experience being fucked by the large, powerful animal!
George and Jerry had a tough few moments figuring out how to bind their captive for the dog to fuck her. Her ceaseless struggles didn't help them concentrate any, especially since her lovely nakedness tended to aggravate their hominess. A tall, big-boobed, nude woman squirming frantically against their bare bodies turned them on so much they could barely see straight!
It remained for Lucy to decide how to do it. Under her instruction the two made a stack of several big textbooks, volumes of English poetry, and laid the naked, screaming teacher across it so that her butt was propped up, her nude body bent in the middle. George sat on Pat's stomach and amused himself by squeezing her big jugs together and fucking his cock between them while Jerry tied her hands to a school desk and her long legs, spread out, to the legs of the massive desk. Then, reluctantly, George stood, and the two stepped back to admire their handiwork.
Pat moaned. Tears coursed down her cheeks. She lifted her head to look at herself. Her boobs lay flattened against her chest. The forested mound of her pussy jutted into the air. She felt cool air currents washing across the open, vulnerable lips of her cunt. "Let me go," she said weakly.
Lucy led the dog forward tugging at his leash.. "This is Barney." she said. "Barney, meet Miss Turner. I'll bet you teach her a few things!" The dog dropped its nose and sniffed at the gaping cunt. The swollen lips and narrow cunthole between them were still dewed with the juices of Pat's earlier orgasm.
"Aii!" Pat gasped as she felt the cold, wet nose probing between the lips of her pussy. "No! Let me go! Please." Lucy shook her head. The dog licked Pat's cunt. Pat arched her back.
For a moment Lucy was concerned that the movement would upset the stack of schoolbooks that held Pat's rump up and made her cunt available to the dog, but the pile remained steady. The long tongue slurped up the gash of the captive's pussy yet again.
Pat's body shook with fear and loathing. The touch of the tongue stroking up her pussy slit was slimy and disgusting. Just knowing that an animal's tongue had come in contact with her pussy made Pat feel spoiled, soiled. The thought that in a few seconds the dog's stiff cock would be driving in and out of her pussy made her frantic with fear.
"No!" she screamed. "I can't take it! Uhh God, he licked my pussy again! Make him stop!" She cast her eyes wildly about the deserted classroom. The rows of desks were silent, empty. Lucy stood over her, gloating, her nipples taut and her pussy gleaming with cunt juice. George stood nearby, absent-mindedly jacking off as he watched the obscene drama unfold.
And Jerry-the boy who had been her lover, whom she'd thought she loved-was standing there with naked lust on his face. He was obviously just as eager as his sister to see the teacher be ravished by the horny beast!
Of course her nephew Mike was staunchly on her side-but there was nothing he could do. He was muttering and shaking his head, trying to drag himself to his feet. The others ignored him. Despite his constant threats, there was nothing he could do. His aunt was doomed. Doomed to have her pussy penetrated by the eager cock of a dog!
The lengthy tongue stroked a final time along the woman's cunt. The keen flavor of aroused pussy had sent an unmistakable message to the canine's brain. This human female was in rut! Barney's cock stuck out, wet and red, between his hairy thighs.
Pat laid her head against the floor, sobbing. At each caress of the sloppy tongue her hips had thrust upwards, as though to meet the onslaught of a lover's rigid prick. It had been pure reflex. The touch of the tongue, rough and fervent as it was, should have thrilled her pussy-but knowing it was a dog's tongue on her cunt made her skin crawl.
She awaited the next lick. Nothing happened. She allowed herself to relax.
A heavy weight descended on her stomach. The air rushed from her body in a whoosh of expelled breath. Her head snapped down. Framed by the cherry-tipped tits was a leering, evil dog's face!
Rough, short fur rasped her skin as the dog shifted its forelegs about her waist, trying to get a narrow grip. It seemed to the frantic victim that she could feel lustful heat washing over her exposed pussy lips from the scarlet cock of the dog! "Oh," she gargled. Her arms thrashed so frantically that the school desks to which they were tied scraped the hardwood floor. Still her bonds held firm.
The hairy hips jabbed forward. Pat yipped as a hard, sharp prick stabbed at her outer cuntlips. She turned a pleading, desperate gaze on her tormentor.
"This has gone far enough," she forced herself to say in nearly-normal tones. "I know you can't be serious about letting this dog fuck me. You wouldn't do a thing like-ahh!" The words were lost in a scream as four inches of canine cock were plunged to the hilt in her still-soggy pussy.
Her knees tried strainingly to close as she felt the dog's prick sink in her cunt. Her body tensed with sudden revulsion. She felt her pussy lips close involuntarily around the slender bar of the animal's prick. "NOOO!"
But there was no denying it. The dog's prick wasn't large, but her pussy seemed to expand as the pliant pussy-walls shrank from contact with the obscene bestial cock. Her hips moved from side to side. She was caught in an ecstasy of horror. "A dog!" she wailed. "A dog is fucking me! He's got his cock up my pussy!"
Lucy walked over to stand with her back turned toward her brother. "That's right," she said, dropping to hands and knees before the mighty pillar of Jerry's cock. "And pretty soon that nice, sweet pussy Of yours is going to be crawling with nasty dog sperm! Enjoy it, baby." She wagged her pale ass enticingly in the air.
Her brother needed no more imitation. He dropped to his knees and plunged his long cock eight delicious inches up his sister's sopping twat. She howled with a carnal joy as bestial as the woman-fucking dog as she felt her pussy fill with her brother's cockmeat.
Her lust-cry came as a distant murmur to her captive. Pat could scarcely hear over the roaring of her pulse in her ears. The dog was gripping her waist forcefully and grinding at her open pussy with his bristly-haired crotch, trying to stuff still more of his prick into the cloying, exciting dampness of her cunt. She felt the canine prick throbbing with the beast's heartbeat. Incongruously, she noticed that his pulse was faster than a human's.
Then she felt the cock withdrawing from her pussy. She stifled a scream. She tried not to move at all, though she felt her pussy lips stretch outwards from her groin as if clutching the receding prick. Maybe if she didn't respond the dog would lose interest and go away.
It was a rain hope. The dog drew three inches of his prick, now shiny with the oils of Pat's pussy, from the captive cunt, and then slammed it home again so violently that his dangling balls swung forward and slapped the lovely prisoner's asshole. "Aiiiiiiii," she cried. With a measured, squelching noise, the dog began fucking Pat's pussy. His tongue dangled, swinging to the tempo of his fucking, dropping beads of spit onto the flat white belly below.
Jerry's tongue was hanging out too as his sister's pussy caressed his cock. He could feel the greasy pussy-walls surging lustfully around the thick cock that protruded from his crotch. His fingers made deep indentations in the tender flesh of her ass.
"A-all right," Lucy gritted. Her head was turned toward the spread-eagled, naked teacher, green eyes not wanting to miss a single detail of the screaming prisoner's rape by the dog. "That's enough there, big boy. Take your lovely giant cock and cram it up my ass!"
To hear was to obey. Fucking his former lover's asshole with his unlubricated cock last Monday had been a trip for Jerry. But Lucy could use her asshole the way a well-trained woman could use her cunt, squeezing and thrilling an intruding prick in its hot, dry embrace. And while feeling the teacher writhe with agony as his hard prick tore in and out of her parched poopchute was delightful in a special way. Having his cunt-grease-covered cock rammed up his sister's rectum would be nicer still!
Cunt honey splashed from the huge shaft of cock as he yanked it free of the red-haired cunt and positioned it with trembling fingers with its cone-shaped purple head pressed to the fisted pucker of her butthole. He pushed forward. A groan ripped from his throat as his prick bent against the unyielding asshole.
Suddenly the anus gave way before his prodding cock. "Yi!" he shouted as his cockhead literally popped into his sister's asshole.
"Yesss!" she screamed in reply. She pushed herself backwards onto the spar of her brother's cock with all her might. Brother and sister joined in an abandoned, lusting cry as the eight-inch cock impaled the redhead's ready ass.
Pat was screaming too. Her cries were slowly coming to match the relentless rhythm of his fucking. His prick was tiny by human standards, much smaller even than George's inadequate cock. But what Barney lacked in terms of cock size he more than made up for with the unbelievable vigor with which he fucked his victim's pussy! The walls of the cunt expanded and contracted with fantastic speed as the cock pistoned madly in and out between them.
Pat's hips began to roll in a slow spiral around the jabbing cock. As her pussy circled Barney's prick the canine cock stretched the elastic membranes of the cunt delightfully. Yes, that was what she'd thought-delightfully. She was getting turned on again. This time by being fucked by a dog!
"No! God, nooo!!! It can't be!" she shrieked. Her head jerked spastically from side to side as she fought the pleasant sensations that welled from her dog-raped pussy. Perhaps she could have come to live with herself after getting turned on while consuming another woman's cunt. But to be deriving sexual excitement from having her pussy invaded by the stiff prick of an animal meant that she had become little better than an animal herself. She was debased. Perverted.
But she was loving the feel of the dog's cock inside her pussy.
"Damn you!" she shouted as she clenched the inwards-driven cock with her now-flooded pussy. "Fuck meee!"
Lucy flashed a surprised look over her shoulder at her brother as he fucked her narrow asshole full of his giant cock. A brief flicker of pain crossed her face. The huge cock caused a slight, tearing twinge in her rump every time it was shoved up her asshole. But she loved it anyway! Almost at once the look of pain was replaced by one of triumph.
"Wh-what do you know?" she grunted, rolling her hips and bracing herself against the erotic suction in her ass as the huge plug of cock pulled out of her. "The bitch is getting off on being dog-fucked! Maybe she ought to quit and teach a course at dog obedience school. Think how much fun she'd have fucking her students there!"
The fat head of Jerry's cock pulsated within the tight ring of her butthole. She revolved her butt frenetically around the spear of prick. "What are you waiting for, stupid? Stick that cock up my ass again-fast!"
She shrieked with a wild mixture of pain and pleasure as her brother did so. His balls smacked wetly against her dangling cuntlips and were instantly lathered with hot, frothing pussy honey. He braced his palms against the demiglobes of his sister's butt and began dragging his cock laboriously from her asshole once more.
For the first time Lucy turned her head away from the spectacle of Pat being raped by the dog. She looked at George. His eyes were closed and a trail of drool ran from one corner of his mouth as he pumped his closed hand enthusiastically up and down on his cock.
"Come over here," the girl commanded, sucking in her belly to draw her ass passage even tighter around her brother's ramrod of cock. "I won't let you-ahh!-waste your jism spraying it all over the floor while I'm around! Let me suck on your cock, big boy!"
George let go of his prick and trotted happily over to go to his knees in front of Lucy. Holding herself up with one hand, tits swaying to and fro with every stroke of Jerry's cock into her ass, she took George's prick with her free hand and guided it into her wide-open, greedy mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the swollen cockhead. Her fingers toyed with his balls as her tongue smeared liquid love all over the tip of the prickhead.
George groaned with joy. He shoved forward with his hips, fucking his stiff cock into the redhead's face. Lucy took his cock in easily, sucking and tonguing it until her face was buried in the curly blond hair at the base of the prick.
There was nothing to swallowing a cock as small as George's! Still, it was great to have a prick plugged into her mouth while her brother pumped her asshole with his man-sized cock. She loved the taste of fresh cock-and even more she dug the salty-sweet tang of creamy come! She felt the tension in George's taut nuts and knew it wouldn't be long before her tastebuds were treated to a delicious stream of sperm and semen.
Pat's feet were flat on the floor, her leg muscles straining as she drove her pussy onto Barney's cock again and again. There was no way she could keep pace with the speed of the Doberman's fucking. But she simply had to wring every last bit of sensation possible out of the canine prick that plumbed her soaking-wet cunt!
Her crotch was raw from being rasped by the wiry hair in the dog's groin. Her pussy lips were scratched and inflamed-they hadn't entirely recovered from the fiery caress of the leather tongue of Lucy's whip. But the pain in her tits and ass and pussy from the savage whipping Lucy had given her was forgotten now. The whole world was forgotten-everything except the obscene canine cock that was so ably fucking her cunt!
Her pussy drooled shiny cunt sauce onto the stacked textbooks. She'd have a hell of a time explaining to the principal why her poetry books reeked of cunt honey! But she didn't care. Her clit seemed to have swollen to the size of a marble as the dog's prick grated back and forth across it.
"I'm getting ready," she cried, not caring that the dog couldn't understand her. "I'm going to come soon. Oh, come, please-let me feel your jism in my pussy when I come!"
But the dog got her message loud and clear. The smell of the cunt oil that cascaded from her cock-gorged twatlips, the scent of the fine sweat that coated her splendid naked body, the way her pussy rippled in tight waves of pleasure around his prick even' time he dug it into her waiting cunt-he could feel the passion that thrilled every fiber of her being with every fiber of his.
He gave a low. grunting bark, slammed his crotch against the naked teacher's, and came.
"Aiii!" Pat shrilled. "Yes! Come in me, come in my thirsty cunt!" Dog jism spurted forcefully into her cunt and bounced off the wall of her womb. She lifted her lovely ass off the pile of books, swirled it in a rapid circle around the spurting prick as canine come filled her pussy channel and slobbered out the mouth of her pussy. Then a scream rang out as her pussy slammed shut on Barney's cock in stupendous orgasm.
As Pat's pussy milked burst after burst of the dog's jism from his deeply-buried cock, the cockhead planted in Lucy's mouth quivered and exploded with come.
"Mmm!" the redhead exclaimed. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked still more avidly on the spewing cock. Her tongue swirled around the conical cockhead, wallowing lustfully in the bleachy jism. Though she drank George's hot come down as fast as his prick could pump it into her lovely face, her mouth was soon filled to overflowing with the flavorful come. White sperm bubbled out the sides of her mouth around the shaft of the vibrating prick.
"Nnn!" Unexpectedly Lucy's own cunt exploded into orgasm. The wet-walled pussy clutched at nothing-but the sympathetic contraction of her cock-stuffed asshole brought a cry of passion and a firehose stream of jism from her brother. Lucy's climax doubled and redoubled in intensity as the surging jism seemed to scald her ass tunnel. She moaned and rolled her eyes and plump butt as her asshole and mouth alike were fucked full of steaming come.
Pat's ass slapped the cunt-juice soaked book on the top of the stack. Her nipples stuck up like small, quivering fingers. Some instinct prompted the dog, his cock still balls-deep in her pussy and still fountaining come into the depths of the climaxing cunt, to lean forward and begin to lick with long wet strokes at her swollen tits.
"Ahhh!" the teacher yelled. The dog's tongue rasping across her white titflesh and lust-inflated nipples set off an orgasm so cataclysmic that her whole body shook uncontrollably around the impaling spar of the dog's cock.
The dog was breathing like a freight train as his prick was milked of come. Never had his cock been fucked into a pussy that was so demanding! His climax exhausted the last drop of come stored in his free-swinging balls-and kept right on going as Pat's cunt kept jerking greedily at his prick.
Finally his orgasm wound to a throbbing stop. "Unhh!" Pat grunted. Her hips rocked back and forth as she fucked herself on the still-erect prick. The frenzied squeezings of her pussy were actually beginning to hurt the dog's orgasm-sensitized cock. He gave a whimpering moan and pulled his prick back from the madhouse of Pat's pussy. A fresh contraction sent the cock zipping free of the pussy in a welter of canine come and all-too-human cunt oils.
"Uh! No!" Pat cried, rotating her butt in the air. Her pussy seemed to open and close, slobbering jism thinned by her pussy oils, begging for the canine cock to be thrust into it once more. But Barney had had enough. He trotted over to a comer of the room to lie down and lick his cock clean of the savory mess of Pat's cunt oils and his own come.
For a moment more Pat wagged her naked pussy in the air. Then the fury of orgasm vanished magically from her sweat-clad body. Her ass dropped onto the textbooks with a thump. The matted cunt fur around the mouth of her pussy suddenly felt cold and clammy. Oh my God, a voice seemed to be repeating inside Pat's head. I've just been fucked by dog-and loved it!
Lucy was murmuring in mindless ecstasy, her words muffled by the cockhead that thrummed inside her mouth. The last bit of jism had been pumped through the small hard cock into her face, to be swallowed or to run down her chin. Her brother's cock was just going limp in her asshole. Jism had leaked from her wide-stretched asshole, dripping out around the shaft of the mighty cock and running down the backs of her legs. She had only watched her captive being dog-raped until Barney's come began to well out of the black-haired pussy. Then she gave over all her attention to the rigid cocks that were fucking her face and asshole full of jism.
Her climax eased to an insistent pulsing deep inside her pussy. She sighed happily around the plug of George's cock as Jerry pulled his limp prick out of her butt. It came free, and her asshole spurt forth a torrent of sperm before it sealed itself. The length of Lucy's rectum was delightfully slimed with her brother's come.
She pulled her head back, letting George's cock slip out between her lips. When the deflated cock was out of her mouth her tongue emerged to scour the remnants of his come from her lower lips and chin. Then she brought the rubbery prick back to her mouth and began to lick it clean.
Pat lay limp as a wet and wrong-out rag. The dog's come was congealing in her pussy. The knowledge that her cunt was full of the animal's jism made her feel unclean. Her passion had died, leaving her with the awful knowledge of what she'd done. She opened her eves and was immediately struck by her nephew's reproachful gaze. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Forgive me!" The boy said nothing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lucy Turner stood beside Pat's big desk in all her naked splendor. The captive English teacher was tied face down across the newly-cleared desktop, her ample tits flattened on the cool, hard wood, her cheek pressed against the desktop, her feet protruding over the edge. Ropes around her knees and ankles held her in place. A new network of stinging red weals, left by her own hickory pointer skillfully and viciously applied by Lucy, glowed on her upthrust asscheeks. Tears gleamed on her cheeks.
"Ow!" She winched as Lucy patted her ass. The redhead's other hand was wrapped lovingly around Mike's huge cock. The massive prick was half-erect, still pliant but full enough of blood to stand halfway up and parallel with the floor.
"Now, Mike," she said. She took a deep breath so that her tits angled backwards and the nipples poked impudently at the young man's face. "Tell me truthfully. I'm younger and smarter and a million times better in the sack than your old maid aunt'll ever be. Look at these jugs. Aren't they nicer than her nasty old milkbags? And my pussy can do things she couldn't do with her mouth and a book of instructions. So let me hear you, lover: which one do you choose?"
Mike's face darkened. Without hesitation he said, "Go to hell!"
Lucy's face clouded over. His head rocked to one side as she slapped his face. "You stupid fucking bastard!" she screamed. "You'll regret that! When I get finished with this bitch of an aunt of yours, you wouldn't touch her for all the tea in China!" She spun away, boobs flopping loosely. "Jerry! Bring me that wastebasket."
Still wearing nothing but a seemingly perpetual hard-on and a puzzled expression, Jerry padded over and handed the big brown-enameled metal wastebasket to his sister. She peered down into it.
It was filled with crumpled papers. Pat's third period class consisted of rowdy sophomores, and had recently been in the throes of a paper airplane craze. The efforts of a dozen fledgling Lilienthals lay crumpled in balls inside, filling it halfway to the brim. Lucy nodded in satisfaction.
At a nod from her Jerry drew Mike back. He sat the younger boy on a desk and lashed his bound wrists to the upright seat. Meanwhile, Lucy set the basket atop Pat's naked and whipped buttocks. Pat moaned. The touch of the cool metal stung her butt unmercifully. "Got a match, George?" Lucy asked. To Pat, befuddled as she was, it sounded like a harmless request. But Mike caught the implications at once. "No!" he shouted. The desk's legs thumped the floor as he rocked it in his efforts to get loose. "You can't do that to her!"
Grinning, George handed a box of wooden matches from a local restaurant to the big-jugged adolescent. Lucy opened it, pulled out a match, and struck it into flaring life against the friction strip. Pat stared up at her over her shoulder. "Remember," Lucy said, "some, like it hot." She tossed the match into the papers.
Pat shrieked in terror as the flames roared up within the metal wastebasket. Instantly the underside of the can grew hot against her tender buttocks. The whooshing flames licked the sides of the basket as they consumed the papers. "Take those books and start tearing out pages, boys," Lucy ordered. "We don't want the fire going out until she's well done, now" do we?"
George immediately grabbed one of the stack of textbooks and started feeding pages to the flames. Jerry picked up a book and tore out a page, then hesitated. He looked down at Pat. Feeling the heat beginning to bite her naked ass, Pat looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" Lucy's voice was like the crack of a whip. Jerry glanced toward her. The page fluttered into the flames.
Lucy walked over and stood in front of the desk to which Mike was tied. She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her fingers. He stared unseeingly past her, toward where his aunt lay on the desktop with the flame-filled wastebasket lying on her ass. Pat bit her lower lip, trying to keep back a scream. She was still feeling more fear than pain, but the metal against her whipped ass was growing rapidly hotter. It wouldn't be very long before the can was red hot!
Lucy tickled the underside of the youth's giant cock, at the spot where the cockhead met the wrist-thick shaft of the prick. Mike was gripped by horror at his aunt's fate-but he would have to have been superhuman not to respond to the skillful ministrations of the redhead's fingers on his cock. Even while he watched in horror as his aunt writhed more and more urgently beneath the heating wastebasket, his cock began to grow, to stiffen upwards into a long, hard pole of prick.
"Oh. Ohh." Pat shook her head. Tears streamed hopelessly from her eves. "It's starting to hurt. Won't somebody help me? Oh, my poor ass!" Her begging fell on deaf ears. Neither George nor Jerry so much as paused as they dropped sheet after sheet of paper into the flickering flames.
Her furry cunt bun rubbed around on the desktop. Her butt hurt. The metal of the trash can's bottom was definitely hot now. But it was nothing to what it soon would be! She began to scream uncontrollably.
Mike stirred as Lucy released his cock. She dropped her hands to cradle her big jugs, lift them and bring them together on either side of his upright nine-inch cock. "Unnn," he said absently, as Lucy began to rock her luscious body back and forth, fucking the tits up and down on the achingly erect spar of cock.
Mike Turner experienced a strange split to his personality. Half of him was watching in agony as his aunt was tortured by the hot metal touching her naked butt. The other half of him was responding with growing passion to the caressing of the twin cushions of ripe boob that Lucy's fingers were fervently kneading around his steely cock! Lucy's jugs were truly scrumptious confections and her nipples were swollen and huge. The way she worked the masses of tender titflesh around the throbbing cock was not as expert as the way Betty Ann had applied her tits to his prick what seemed like an eternity ago. But still it was enough to fill his veins with a lust as burning hot as the metal pressed to his aunt Pat's naked ass!
Lucy's sensitive boobs thrilled to the feel of the rigid bar of cock sliding back and forth between them. The youth's cock was so hard and so hot-and so huge! It was the loveliest cock she'd ever laid eyes on. Just holding her boobs against the size of the cock she knew she could get off from the sheer rampant masculinity of it!
Mike spurned her now. But his cock knew what was good for him, even if he didn't Lucy knew how to do things his skinny slut of an aunt could never imagine. That beautiful giant prick seemed to sense it. Despite its owner's singleminded concentration on his aunt's anguish it was raging with desire to fuck those delectable boobs Lucy was robbing all over it!
Lucy had already taught the youth a few lessons. She'd taught him before how easily he responded to her beauty, her sexiness, her incredible carnal expertise, making Pat watch while Lucy sucked the boy's cock and then while the youth ecstatically fucked his red-haired capturess. Next she'd humiliated Pat before her nephew, showing the youth how weak and worthless his aunt really was, making the brunette eat her cunt-and like it-then subjecting the black-haired bitch to rape by George's dog. And she'd gotten off being fucked by the dog as wildly as she had slobbering into Lucy's cunt!
But it was taking Mike some time to realize what his aunt was really like. Lucy would help him along. She'd titfuck him to a teeth-grinding orgasm while he watched his aunt's butt cook. Then she'd tie her captive to a chair and let her ripe boobs barbecue while Lucy did still wilder things to Mike. Mike would come around, sooner or later. Of course it would be pretty rough on the lovely captive teacher. But that would just make it all the nicer for Lucy!
She couldn't have asked for more fervent pleading from Pat. The teacher had no more self-control left. She'd managed to stop screaming in panic, only to realize that her butt was hurting for real now-that metal was hot! Pat squirmed, trying to shake the agonizing can off her ramp. Jerry wrapped several sheets of paper, around his hand and held the basket in place.
"Ohh," she moaned. She rubbed her cheek against the desktop, trying to distract herself from the awful, searing pain in her butt. "I'm burning up! Oh, God, my ass is on fire! Let me gooo!"
George dropped another piece of paper into the flames. He moved around so that his rigid cock was near her head. He grabbed a handful of short black hair and twisted the teacher's head cruelly so that she faced his throbbing prick. The next time she opened her mouth to cry out at the pain consuming her butt he deftly fucked his cock between her lips.
"Mmf! Mmm!" Pat moaned as the janitor plugged his cock into her mouth. She felt it pulsate with wild lust. Apparently it wasn't every day he got to see a beautiful naked woman brutally tortured, and the sight of Pat with the fire-filled trash can perched on her butt was driving him wild.
At other times Pat would have been nauseated at the idea that her mouth would soon be swimming in the young man's nasty jism-or perhaps as an act of defiance she would have bitten down hard on the cock invading her mouth. But she never thought of such things. All her mind was on the fiery pain in her ass, and its inexorable increase.
"Ahh!" Mike bit his lip. The noise that had slipped out had been an unmistakable moan of sensual delight. The bountiful boobs with which Lucy was so ably fucking his prick were irresistible. He kept his eyes resolutely on his tied-up aunt, but he started shifting his hips, prodding with steadily increasing vigor at the redhead's tits with his cock.
Lucy felt the boy's pulse hammering in the thick veins vined around the shaft of his cock. The dry tunnel between her jugs was rasped deliciously by the sliding prick. The exquisite twin stimuli of Mike's mammoth cock fucking her jugs and Pat's anguished cries ringing in her ears had brought her to the very brink of orgasm! "Oh, yeah, that's great," she murmured. Her nipples drew invisible lines across his firm stomach as the ripe white tit-fruits rolled and stroked around the tense prick.
Mike clenched his fists. He was being torn in two. He felt his ball sac shrinking from the erotic sensations of the boobs being kneaded around his cock. At the same time Pat was obviously enduring horrible torment. He longed to do something to help her. At the same time he longed for the strength to deny the pleasure the sadistic redhead's plentiful boobs were giving his prick. But there was no way he could do either!
The heat on Pat's ass was intolerable. She expected at any second to smell her own sensitive assflesh cooking like bacon on a griddle. "Mmm! Nnnhh!" she groaned.
George grabbed her head with both hands as her muffled cry echoed around his prick. He heaved forward with his hips, planting his prick full-length in his victim's mouth. The head of the prick drove down Pat's throat. Even her gag reflex was dormant, so dominated was she by the searing pain in her ass.
She rolled her eyes. Her head was on its side, pinned in place by George's cock stuck in her mouth. She tried to look back at the can filled with burning papers that was giving her such horrendous pain, but it was out of sight. She closed her eyes with a sigh as George began fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.
With a gasp Mike Turner gave up all pretense of fighting the pleasure Lucy's jugs were giving his prick. He scooted his butt forward on the desktop, though he had to bend backwards to do so with his hands still tied to the seatback. Feet planted firmly on the floor, he began jerking his hips back and forth, powerfully fucking his cock in and out of the tender tunnel between Lucy's boobs.
A wavering, hysterical cry from Pat and a wail of sheer lust broke from Lucy at the same instant. Lucy watched in awe as the immensely thick head of Mike's prick appeared and disappeared between her snowy tits. She smashed her jugs together with brutal force around the pistoning cock. Pain flashed through the pleasure radiating from her tits. She screamed again.
The cockhead was out of sight between her boobs. A white geyser of jism spurted from between her tits. She cried out in surprise, her fingers clamping like talons on her own tits. Mike went up on tiptoe to ram his cock upwards between the pillowy boobs as the first spurt of jism fell in white droplets that stung the girl's tits like molten wax. Lucy's head swooped down to meet him. Her tongue thrust downwards just in time to be bathed in the next stream of come jetting from the boy's prick. Then her ruby lips enfolded the head of Mike's cock as avidly as her jugs enfolded the cock's shaft. Her own pussy twisted with the sudden violence of orgasm.
"Mm! Unnh!" Pat's head wagged wildly from side to side. She couldn't take it any more! Her ass was being burned up, and the pain was just too hideous to bear. She wailed and wept and struggled against the inescapable pain. In her torment she was almost utterly unaware of George's cock probing her mouth lustfully. She scarcely noticed when the small prick jerked and spat, filling her mouth with pulse after pulse of come. The white jism ran from the side of her mouth, down her cheek to dew her hair. All that existed for her was the burning pain in her ass.
Suddenly the cock was no longer in her mouth. Another spurt of come spattered her gaping mouth. Belatedly she realized she heard a dull thunk. For an instant, half-forgetting her agony, she opened her eyes. George had sunk to his knees. His watery blue eyes had rolled up into his head. A girl stood behind him, her white-blonde hair in pigtails, her unbelievably huge boobs bouncing in her tee-shirt. In her hands she held a fire extinguisher. As Pat watched she raised the metallic cylinder again and brought it crashing down on the janitor's head. With a groan he disappeared.
"Hey!" Pat heard Jerry yell. "What the fuck-oof!" His exclamation died in an exhalation of breath and a tortured gurgle. The blonde-haired intruder had driven her foot into his balls with such crushing force that it was unlikely he would be much use to his incest-minded sister from now on. He doubled over, clutching his ruined nuts and mewling to himself like a newborn kitten as the militant blonde sent the wastebasket and its fiery contents spinning with a blow of the fire extinguisher. Pat gasped as cool air washed over her scorched and throbbing buttcheeks.
"What have you done to my brother!" Lucy's voice was a wild shriek as she launched herself at the newcomer, come streaming from her mouth and rolling in fat drops down her flying tits. Her red-nailed fingers were outstretched claws reaching to rake the blonde girl's face. The blonde stood her ground.
When the redhead was almost within arm's reach of the interloper the blonde gave her a blast of freezing carbon dioxide right on her bare tits. Lucy shrieked and clutched her tits with both hands. The icy gas hissed out again. Lucy sank moaning to her knees. The blonde struck her down with the extinguisher.
Mike was staring at the voluptuous rescuer with wide eyes. Come dripped from the tip of his rigid prick. "Betty Ann!" he cried.
"You bet your ass, you goddamn two-timing bastard!" the full-bodied blonde replied in tones as frosty as the touch of the fire extinguisher's breath. Then the cylinder clanged off the floor and she had the young man gathered in her arms, cradling his head against her own remarkable jugs and crooning to him soothingly.
Somehow Pat didn't resent the girl's familiarity with her beloved nephew. Not even a little bit.
"Look, mister," Betty Ann Warren said as Mike fucked his fat cock into his aunt's pussy from behind, "nobody stands me up." She paused a moment, reached out a hand to tousle the youth's brown hair. "I had a feeling you'd started seeing somebody else. So I came snooping around after school to see if you'd stuck around. Lucky for you I did!"
Pat raised her head. "We're indebted to you," she said. "I hope you don't think I was trying to steal Mike from you. Uh!" The words came tumbling out as Mike rammed his cock balls-deep in her cunt again.
Betty Ann laughed with sincere warmth. "He's man enough for the both of us, don't you think?" she said. She shifted her ass closer to the older woman, spread her thighs wider, and put her hand on the top of the teacher's head. "Now shut up and eat!" Pat eagerly dropped her face back between the girl's tanned thighs and began to eat again at the sweet pink meat of Betty Ann's pussy. She and Mike owed a huge debt to the girl-a debt she was enjoying paying off.
She sighed in satisfaction as her nephew's cock came thundering up her pussy tunnel once more. A fine spray of cunt honey misted from her pussy as Mike fucked his cock home in it. Pat rotated her luscious-if somewhat tender-ass around the intruding pole of cock in her pussy. Her tongue made a slow circuit of the entrance of Betty Ann's moist cunt. The girl's pussy tasted even better than Lucy's had.
Hmm, Pat thought, Lucy. The teenager and her male accomplices were trussed securely with their own rope and stacked in a comer. Something would have to be done about the redhead. Something the redhead would like as little as Pat had liked what had been done to her. That was all right, Pat thought. Lucy had given her some very good lessons.
"Oh!" The fat head of Mike's cock seemed to surge halfway to her tonsils as he thrust his prick into her pussy. Betty Ann's thighs closed around her head and the girl ground her pussy into Pat's willing face. The teacher had a lot to learn from these two students. And she was looking forward to her lessons!
