Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of one day becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
In this story: Karen Harris, the lovely wife of a rapidly progressing businessman, has learned to be honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a shit and others would merely call liberated. But she is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul-a person compelled to unshackle herself from the bonds of puritanism.
TEACHER IN TORMENT-a story which deals with a volatile issue, an issue which can only be resolved by an individual. For Karen Harris, the issue is one of standards of morality, and her decision makes for an intriguing account of personal behavior.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Karen Harris sat across the desk from Miss Forbes, her cunt growing wetter by the moment as the woman outlined conditions at Emory Junior High. Karen could hardly believe what she had just been told-a teenage gang providing "protection" for the school in return for sex with faculty members?
"You've begun to breathe very heavily," Allison Forbes said with amusement. "Does that mean that you've decided to join us in working here?"
Karen blushed furiously. Then she giggled like a school girl. She had realized that the signs of her excitement were all too obvious. Her nipples had hardened and were probably poking out through the thin fabric of her bra and dress. She was breathing heavily, and in the dark bushy crevice between her legs she could feel the hot, moist flow beginning. She had suddenly been transformed from a job-seeker to a woman prepared for sex, and she knew it was hopeless to try to hide that from Allison.
"I must say that the thought of it fascinates me, at least," she said, still giggling. "I guess there are things I ought to find out first though. You do realize that I'm married?"
"Most of our teachers are," Allison said. "Some keep their after-school activities secret from their husbands, but after a while most don't bother. You see, the Savage Satans understand, and when it's necessary for one of the teachers to participate in sex activities here, they arrange for one or two of the other teachers, or even some of the Lady Satans, to go home to the husband. They really do try to keep everyone happy. You can decide what you want to do after you get into the swing of things."
"Well then I guess the only other thing to ask is, will the Savage Satans think I'm acceptable? It's been a long time since I've really been naked on display in front of men, and I'd be awfully embarrassed if these boys didn't like me."
"I don't think there's going to be any problem there," Allison said. "You're blonde and blue-eyed and very shapely. What are your measurements by the way?"
"Thirty-eight, twenty-four, thirty-six."
"Nice big breasts," Allison said appreciatively, "they'll like that, and I noticed when you came in that your legs are long and firm. You also know how to dress. The Satans like us to wear sexy things, things that show off our breasts and legs. Always wear a bra because they'll like to watch you strip it off or strip it off you themselves. Always wear panties for the same reason. The teachers here wear very high heels and nylon stockings with garters or garter belts. You're a beautiful woman, their teacher, and they can make you do anything they want after school. They can force you to strip for them. They can make you fuck them or suck them. They can shoot their cum all over your face or let it drip off your tits, or they can make you swallow it. That's what they like, the idea that, after school, you're their slave. I envy you what they're going to do to you."
The older woman's words had an incredible effect on Karen. How long had it been since she had even heard the words fuck and suck? She could just see herself kneeling naked in front of some boy while his gleaming cock shot wad after wad of hot cum onto her face and into her mouth, let it run down her chin and off onto her breasts. The thought thrilled her, her knees were quivering, and the secret space between her legs was steaming with her flowing woman's juices. "When," she asked weakly, "will I start?"
"There's usually an interview of sorts before you're actually hired," Allison said. "It involves three gang members, the leaders, and yourself They'll want to see how you, ah, perform. I can tell by your reactions here that your performance is going to be quite satisfactory. Should I make arrangements to have the interview soon? This afternoon, say?"
"If you don't," Karen said, "I'm afraid you're going to have a totally deranged woman on your hands. I don't think I've ever been this turned-on in my life. I'm actually ready to beg for a man!"
Allison Forbes smiled sympathetically. "Good," she said, "that's just the way they'll want you. Oh, they're going to be so pleased with you. I can't wait to see their faces when you strip." The principal pushed several buttons on the phone at her desk and made arrangements with her secretary to have three boys called from their classes. Karen heard their names, but she was so excited that they didn't register. She could scarcely believe what had come over her. She had left home this morning determined to get a job that would keep her husband's interest in her alive, and somehow, in the meantime, she had decided to become a teacher-whore.
Allison Forbes got up from behind her desk.
Karen was struck by the way the older woman's dress cling to her superb body. She walked elegantly on very high heels and her nylon-sheathed legs swished sexily as she walked. "I'm afraid we'll have to go out for the interview," she told Karen. "There simply isn't anyplace suitable in the building during class hours. The boys will know where to meet us."
The two women walked out of the office together carrying their purses and their light spring coats. It seemed to Karen that everybody must know where they were going and she was embarrassed at first. But I have nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself, and she looked up defiantly, prepared to stare down the haughty gaze of Miss Forbes' secretary'. The look she got from that young woman, though, was one of undisguised envy. Why she's jealous of me, Karen thought happily, she wishes she were going in my place. I am going to have a good time this afternoon, I really am.
They took Karen's car and Allison gave directions in her calm voice as they drove out of the inner city toward the business district. She explained that the school was available for use as the gang members saw fit but only after school hours. In special circumstances such as these, they made use of a motel in a district mainly occupied by bars and X-rated bookshops and movies.
"They know us," Allison explained. "They're willing to keep our names to themselves and they never ask questions. It's well worth what we pay. Oh, by the way. I should have told you. the Savage Satans think it's a woman's privilege to be used sexually by any of them, so they expect us to pay. That's just for your information. I'll pay today."
"Oh no, please,' Karen said: "let me. Honestly, the way I'm feeling the pleasure is going to be all mine. Are you going to-that is, will you be-"
"You mean, are they going to lay me too?" the principal asked with quiet amusement. "Really Karen, I hope so. I'd hate to think of all that lovely cum being spent on you, not even a taste for me. I think it would drive me mad."
"I'm so glad," Karen said. "Maybe it won't be the biggest orgy in the world, but I love the idea of being fucked side by side with another naked woman."
Allison was right about the motel. It didn't look like much from the outside, and the stairs up from the garage were dingy, but the lobby was surprisingly plush and comfortable and the man behind the desk was very polite, though Karen noticed his eyes lingering on her bosom. On an impulse she threw her shoulders back, making her breasts stand out even more, and she was amused at her own daring.
"I'll see that your visitors are shown up promptly," the man said when Miss Forbes told him whom to expect. "The room is number twenty-seven at the end of the hall. The rooms around it are unoccupied. I believe you'll find the privacy to your liking."
The room was very much to Karen's liking. It was large, deeply carpeted, and there were mirrors on all the walls and on the ceiling over the beds. The beds were queen-sized and divided from each other only by a little nightstand. It was obvious that whatever was happening on one bed would be visible in the mirror over the other. Or the nightstand could be taken out and the beds could be pushed together. That thought excited Karen. She and Miss Forbes hung their coats in the closet, and then, quite calmly, Allison unzipped her dress and began to take it off.
"Shall I take mine off too?" Karen asked.
"Oh, no," Allison said, "I'm sorry, I should have told you. The boys will be so excited when they get here, thinking about what they're going to do with someone new that they'll need some relief right away. After they cum quickly with me the first time, it'll be your job to get them hard again and keep them hard throughout the afternoon. That's really the interview. And don't look so worried. With your body, you won't have to do much to keep all three of them hard for months."
"I-I hope not," Karen said, and she soon forgot her nervousness in watching Allison Forbes step out of her clothes. Her dress fell like feathers to the floor and she was revealed in a deeply-cut underwire bra that shoved her tits up separately, offered all of their smooth white tops and inner sides to the gaze or hands of the man who wanted them. Her panties were a mere strip of transparent cloth, her full thick bush perfectly visible through them. They were put on, Karen noticed, over her garter belt, so the boys could strip them off her and still leave her in nylons and heels as they played with her. That must have been the way they expected to find her, because she bent delicately and pulled the panties down her legs, stepped out of them. Still in her bra, she picked up her purse from the floor and withdrew from it a thick, knobby vibrator, the thickest that Karen had ever seen. It was like a club. Allison noticed Karen staring and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry to tempt you," she said, "but they'll expect to find me good and wet when they come. I am already, but this is just to make sure."
She leaned back against the wall and Karen watched fascinated as the thick humming tip of the "vibrator sprang into life. Allison spread her legs and her long red fingernails guided the bulging instrument toward her cunt. Karen saw a gleam of pink and suddenly, as the 'vibrator found its mark, the principal's cuntlips were thrust aside and the wet, raw nakedness of her pussy was exposed. The vibrator went in and in and in. Karen was almost horrified by the length of it and its thick heft, all of it disappearing past Allison's quivering fingers into her dripping meat, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. The woman spread her legs still farther. The last of the enormous vibrator disappeared into Allison's gaping cunt and she raised her arms over her head. Her eyes were shut tight and her tits quivered in her plunging bra and a hot film of sweat had formed over them. There were also beads of moisture, sweat or her own woman's juices, in the thick bush surrounding her stuffed and throbbing cunt. "Oh my God, Karen," she whispered weakly, "make me stop. I don't want to. I can't. You'll have to make me."
It took a minute before Karen realized that the principal was begging her to get her off the vibrator before the pleasure it was giving her sent her into a series of orgasms. If she spent them now, she would have nothing for the boys who were expected at any minute. Quickly, Karen dashed over and inserted her searching fingers into the steaming hole between Allison's legs. She seized the thick buzzing shaft and began to pull it out. When Karen had pulled the vibrator completely out, the older woman collapsed back against the wall with pleasure.
"I'm sorry, Karen," she said, "it's just that I like it so much, I get carried away." She relaxed for a minute more, then straightened up, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall casually to the floor and then began stroking each breast in turn, raising each nipple to its perfect hard height.
Karen watched her with envy. Dressed in nothing but her earrings, her nylons and heels, she was a woman that any man would love to take to bed. There was a knock at the door.
"Enjoy," Allison said quickly as she passed Karen on her way to open the door. Her smile was encouraging. Karen straightened up where she stood. She noticed that Allison made no attempt to hide her nudity as she let the door swing wide and greeted the boys with open arms. Each of them got a wet open-mouthed kiss and a close grinding hug in which Allison's naked breasts were crushed against her body, and two of the boys, Karen noticed, swiftly inserted their fingers between her legs and up into her cunt. Checking, she supposed, and they must have liked what they felt there because both of them dried their fingers by wiping them across Allison's breasts.
"Nice, Miss Forbes," they said together, "nice."
"Boys," Allison said, "I want you to meet Mrs. Karen Harris. If she meets with your approval, she'll be the new English teacher at Emory. Karen, these are the leaders of the Savage Satans. Artis Hayes is president; Reuben Sims is vice-president; and Johnny Kates is war commander, in charge of discipline both in the gang and in the school. Well, I hope you're all going to like each other. Shall we get acquainted?"
CHAPTER TWO
Nobody moved at first. The boys had each nodded slightly as the principal spoke their names. Karen had tried to smile when she was introduced. She found, to her dismay, that she was actually trembling. The boys were so young, and so cold. Their eyes looked at Karen like the eyes of snakes. What in the world had she gotten herself into? She had imagined a quiet afternoon of sex with three young boys who would be playful and passionate, full of wonder at her body. But it was obvious at a glance that there was nothing playful about these boys. No, Karen had no doubt that she was not going to spend the afternoon in fun. She was going to be used and abused in any way that pleased these young boys. They wouldn't care if they hurt her. Probably, she realized with fear, they wouldn't care if she died.
"All right," Artis Hayes said abruptly. It was a signal of some sort because the other two boys immediately moved back a step, leaving him alone facing Karen. He stared into her eyes, and she found herself concentrating on his pencil-thin mustache. Swiftly as a hawk his clenching fingers rose and grasped her tits.
"Oooooooooh," Karen moaned. The pain shot through her body, and as swiftly as it came, it left. The boy let go, stepped back. "They're good and firm," he said to the boys behind him, "and they're all hers. She's not wearing falsies. It ought to be real nice when we get our cocks in between them." He moved away and all three boys watched with satisfaction as Karen, still moaning softly, gently massaged her breasts.
Allison had moved around in front of Artis Hayes as he retreated. Her back was to Karen and the naked woman sank to her knees in front of the grinning boy. She began to tug at his zipper impatiently, and Karen, horrified, thought. My God, she's going to suck them off as they watch each other torture me. That's how they're going to get their kicks. Then her view was blocked as another boy, Reuben Sims moved in front of her.
"Come here, bitch," he said.
Reuben was taller than the other two boys and just as slim, but muscles bulged in his arms and rippled under his tight shirt. Karen was actually trembling as she approached him. The older woman simply could not get used to the cold hard eyes that shone out of these young faces. She was grabbed, one of the boy's arms going around her back, the other pausing for a moment, fondling her smooth, curving hip under its silken dress. Why, he's going to kiss me, Karen thought, and the teacher almost gratefully raised her full red lips to the thin hard ones of the boy who dominated her. She moved her body to accommodate him, prepared to let him feel the whole soft length of her pressed up against him. This, she thought, was more like it. She was unprepared when the hand at her back moved slowly upward, teased the blonde hair at her neck and then suddenly seized and viciously pulled it. Karen's face was jerked painfully inches away from Reuben's.
"Look, bitch," the boy said coldly and softly into the terrified woman's face, "I don't know what kind of little game you think we're playing here, but all this lip-to-lip romantic stuff is really turning me off. You're only here for one reason and that reason is sex. Now, when I kiss you, I want your mouth open. I want your tongue working, and when my hands start to move under your dress, I want your legs spread apart so that I can get into your pussy. I want you to feel like a whore, and I want to feel like you're my slave. You got that, bitch? You understand?"
Karen could only nod in pain and terror. The image she had once had of a joyful afternoon sexual romp was now completely gone. Tears were already beginning to roll down her cheeks as the boy pulled her face back up to his. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips and, in despair, opened them wide for his pleasure. His tongue went deeply into her, licked roughly behind her teeth, shot back toward her throat, swirled and swayed, paused, began again. Her own tongue joined it, and die two of them, the hard, muscular boy and older, voluptuous tearful woman began to sway together to the motion inside their mouths. Karen's body pressed up against Reuben's. Her large breasts were crushed between them and the soft, silken mound over her pussy began to grind against the hard cock she could feel through his pants.
Karen's fear was leaving her. She realized now that it was all a matter of getting rid of her false notions. These boys didn't want playful sex. They wanted hard, realistic, uncompromising sex from the women they took. As she pressed her body against Reuben's, she opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder at Artis Sims being sucked by Allison Forbes. Karen discovered that the mirrors on the walls gave her every view she needed of the action there, and a side view showed that Allison had only one thing in mind-to give the boy who towered over her the very maximum in sexual pleasure. Her long silver earrings swung with the even, regular motions of her face as her lips moved up and down the long, glistening shaft of the boy's fully exposed cock. The older woman's breasts swung in the same regular way as her earrings, and their movements were punctuated by soft, wet gasps as Allison sucked the tip of Artis' cock, seeming to try to pull his cum into her mouth. As Karen watched with growing excitement, Allison released the cock. With one hand, she moved its soaked and dripping length all over her face, leaving wet streaks on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead.
Allison raised herself as high as she could on her knees and stretched until her large smooth breasts were level with the cock. She let it rest between them as she pushed them slowly together. It made a beautiful picture, the woman kneeling in garter belt, nylons and heels, her head back, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure, cradling a boy's cock between her breasts.
His cock was dry: so Allison began laving it with her cunt-juice. Then she leaned delicately forward, opened her mouth, and took the gleaming, juice-burdened prick between her lips.
Karen was both horrified and amazed. And jealous. I never thought of that, she thought.
Never. Now, why? In her impatience with herself, her tongue stopped exploring the reaches of Reuben Sims's mouth.
"Concentrate, bitch," Reuben said roughly, and Karen jumped to please him, glad to do it now. Maybe, just maybe, she too would get a chance to kneel naked in front of a boy's cock and reach into her own pussy.
It was a long time before Reuben was satisfied with his search of Karen's willing mouth. Even then, he didn't stop kissing her. Then his hand moved slowly down her leg until his arm was extended full-length and his fingertips just brushed the hem of her dress. He lifted it, and his fingers began the long smooth glide back up her leg, this time caressing the sleek nylon that sheathed it. The boy's hand reached her stocking top, then molded itself around the width of bare skin that lay exposed between Karen's nylons and her wispy panties.
Karen, in her eagerness to feel what she knew was coming now, was kissing Reuben passionately. Small moaning sounds came from her, and she moved slightly away from him with her body to give the young boy access to her cunt. His hand moved up onto her panties and she spread her legs apart. Reluctantly, their lips parted. She had to stand farther away if Reuben was to do what he wanted.
For a long moment the boy hesitated. It was as if he wanted to fix the teacher with his eyes before he fully explored her body. Karen found that she could not look away. Karen felt paralyzed now as the boy's eyes held her and his fingers traced the wispy fragile cloth of her panties. Their eyes remained fastened on each other as Reuben's fingers at last left the cloth and moved up over the woman's bare stomach, then inserted themselves into the elastic waistband of the panties. When they brushed the first tendrils of her cunt hair, Karen at last tore her eyes away. It was too humiliating to look directly into the eyes of a boy who tomorrow would be one of her students when he was calmly and obscenely about to slide his fingers into her cunt.
"No," Reuben said hoarsely. "Oh no, bitch. You look right at me while I'm finger-fucking you. I want to see in your eyes just what I'm doing to such a fancy, smart, sexy teacher while she has to stand there and take it. And not only that. I want you to tell me what I'm doing. I want a play-by-play commentary out of you, bitch. Where are my fingers right now?"
Karen had to swallow hard. Her mouth was dry and her throat muscles didn't seem to work. "Your fingers are... are right over my slit," she said. "They're pulling my pussy hair, they're tugging at it and making my cunt open up just a little so that my panties are rubbing up inside. They're sliding my pussy back and forth over my panties by pulling at my hair. Oh, Reuben, it's driving me crazy."
The older woman was discovering that her mouth was moistening as fast as her cunt. She was discovering a whole new world of pleasure in looking into a boy's eyes and describing his actions as he violated her.
"Now your fingers are leaving my bush, Reuben," Karen gasped. "They're pushing my panties aside, pulling them down, and actually rubbing themselves over the outer lips of my naked pussy. They're poking just a little bit inside, just enough to let my pussy juice drip out a little, then they're rubbing the juice all up and down the outer lips. Oh, Reuben, you're making me move back and forth as though you were actually inside me with your cock and fucking me. And I wish you were. I wish-now you're actually putting your fingers inside me, just one finger now and just a little, but now it's going farther in and opening me up. Oh! Oh my God, you're playing with my cit. Now you've got two fingers up inside me and you're squeezing my clit. Oh, it hurts and it feels so good. Now you're putting another finger into me. That makes three in my pussy. Oh, Reuben, I'm all wet between my legs. I can feel the juice running down and soaking the tops of my nylons. Oh, Reuben! Do you think you can get four fingers into me? There! There! Let me spread my legs wider for you. Oh! Oh, Reuben! I want your whole hand inside my pussy. Please! Please put your whole fist into your teacher's cunt. Please! Oh, Reuben, I can feel your thumb squeezing in. It's going in! It's going in! If only I can spread my legs a little wider. Oh, REUBEN! YOU'RE IN."
Never before had Karen felt such pleasure. Gradually, in trying to accomplish his task, Reuben had sunk down to his knees. Now he knelt before the older woman, his eyes still fixed on hers as she told him what he had done. His arm disappeared under her dress and the fact of his complete penetration of her pussy was hidden from everyone's eyes. Yet somehow it was marvelous for all of them in that motel room to imagine the sight that would greet them if Karen's dress were pulled up out of the way. Allison had even left off sucking Artis' cock to turn around to see what was happening.
The boys' hard eyes softened perceptibly as they contemplated the beautiful woman who had spread herself so generously for their pleasure. They looked at her tits straining against the bra under her dress and heaving with sexual passion. They looked at her, thinking what fucking her willing cunt would be like.
Karen saw the look that passed between them and she realized with pleasure that the clothes which hid her body from the boys' eyes would soon be stripped from her. She was going to be as naked as Allison and the two women would be slaves to the sex-driven desires of these cruel and violent boys.
"Well, her pussy's everything you could ask for," Reuben told the others from his place at Karen's feet. "I'll get my hand out of here now and turn her over to Johnny if it's all right. As far as I'm concerned, she'll do. She'll be a good fuck."
"Great," Ardis said, "but hold it a minute. This bitch here had me right up on the edge before we all took time off to watch the fun over there. Let me just think about your big fist balled up in there while Miss Forbes here sucks me off."
"Go to it, man," Reuben said, and Karen stood excitedly watching as Ardis roughly jerked Allison's smooth red lips back to his hardened cock. She stroked Artis's sagging, cum-filled balls as her lips glided up and down his shaft. The boy had closed his eyes in ecstasy, and he was not content to merely let Allison do the work anymore. He was actually thrusting his prick into the woman's mouth and pulling her head forward until the tip of his cock must have been pushing at the back of her throat.
"I'm going to come any second," he muttered, "any second. And when I do I want you to get all my jizz. All of it. And I want you to carry it over to that bitch there and give her exactly half of it with your mouth." He shook Allison's bobbing, sucking head for emphasis. "Do it, bitch," he said, "Do it!"
His buttocks heaved with his gathering potency, and Karen knew his orgasm was imminent. When it happened, she knew it only by the low moan that escaped from the boy and the excited quivering that turned his whole body spastic. There was no evidence at all from Allison's mouth. The beautiful principal did just as her student had commanded. Not a drop of his jizz escaped her lips, though her cheeks bulged like balloons. When the boy's excited thrusting into her mouth was finished, the naked woman rose from her knees and walked over to Karen with her mouth full of Ardis' fresh cum.
Karen had begun to writhe in passionate anticipation. Reuben's fist was still embedded in her cunt. The two women kissed, and Karen let her fingers play lightly over Allison's quivering breasts. Allison spit a small stream of cum into Karen's open mouth. The younger woman sucked at it eagerly, and as their lips were moistened by the milky liquid the two women embraced and passed the jizz back and forth. Then, reluctantly, they stepped apart. Karen at last could stand no more. Her throat clenched as she tried to swallow as little as possible and to continue to savor the rest. It was no good though; once she had the first taste deep in her throat and felt the warm, gooey mass spreading in her belly, she wanted it all inside her, wanted to feel it passing in great gulps, sticky and thick to her stomach. She swallowed it all, and when there was just the slightest residue left in her mouth, she let her mouth drop open a little, let the boys see the milky scum that still clung to her teeth and tongue before she licked it off and swallowed that too.
"She's good," Reuben said, looking up at her. "I don't think there's much question that she's going to do. But how about it, Johnny? You still want to do your thing with her?"
"Hey man!" Johnny Kates said, "I always want to do my thing with a new teacher. They've got to know who's running this show, man, you know that. I mean, it's all right if you think this bitch will always spread her legs for the Satans, but when I'm finished with her, you know she will. Because she'll know the consequences. Now get your fist out of her cunt, man, and I mean pull it out. If I don't hear the bitch scream, I'll want to know why!"
"No," Karen whimpered, "Please, no. You know how hard it was to get it in-ooooooooh!" It felt as if an ax had been pulled out of her, taking all of her insides along. In that instant, the would-be teacher learned a lesson she was never to forget. These boys were like animals in their reaction to weakness. As soon as they sensed it, they wanted to attack. So as soon as Reuben knew how much she dreaded the pain he could cause her, he went ahead and did it. He loved the sight of the beautiful woman falling to the floor moaning, curling up, her hands pressing at her violated cunt through her dress.
"That ain't nothin', bitch," he said cruelly. "You wait till Johnny really goes to work on you."
"Not now!" Karen heard Allison's voice pleading with the boys through her pain. "She's hurt," Allison insisted, "at least give her a chance to recover."
"What for?" Johnny Kates's voices asked. "She hurts now, she's gonna hurt later. Let's just get on with it."
"Yeah," Reuben's voice said, "and while Johnny's working on her, you get over here on the bed. I want my cock buried in your cunt while I watch."
My God, Karen thought, what are they going to do to me? Dimly she could see Johnny Kates bending over her. His face filled her tearing eyes. He looked even more cruel and muscular than Reuben, but then he was the war commander, she remembered. She shivered at the sound of the words war commander and at the thought of what a determined, malicious boy could do to her.
CHAPTER THREE
Karen felt her hands grabbed and in one smooth motion she was jerked to her feet. She was almost terrified at the swift finesse of the boy's move. Johnny held both of Karen's unresisting hands in one of his own as his eyes, ran swiftly over her body.
"I guess it's about time you stripped," Johnny said. "I'm getting tired of seeing you in clothes. But listen to me, you strip nice and slow, p-e-e-l those clothes off. We want to see those tits and that pussy come into view inch by inch. You understand?"
Karen nodded dumbly. She supposed that every' woman must have at least wondered how she would perform the sensual ballet of burlesque before the leering eyes of several men. But now she was actually being required to do it, and she knew she had better be good. Johnny Kates did not look like the type to take disappointment lightly.
Artis Hayes lay exhausted on one bed. Karen remembered, with a sinking feeling, that she was going to have to give him a hard-on with her performance. Allison had told her that all the boys would want to fuck her after they had cum the first time in Allison herself. But how could she possibly be sexy enough to get Artis up again after the load he had shot into Allison's mouth? She almost groaned at the very idea.
And then there was Reuben Sims, lying naked on his back on the other bed. He had kept his hard-on all through his foreplav with Karen, but now, as Karen watched, Allison delicately straddled him, facing him so that he could view her luscious tits and watch his cock as she pointed it up into her gash and sank on it, making it disappear completely into her cunt. She didn't try to stimulate Reuben further, just sat there placidly as a sex object to hold his cock and his cum. Karen knew that she was to provide the real stimulation with her strip-tease, displaying for Reuben her naked body as a sign that she had this day become his slave. Johnny Kates leaned back against the wall in a chair next to Reuben's bed. Everyone watched her. Karen stepped to the middle of the room.
The beautiful woman had often wondered what it was that attracted women in the act of stripping for men. She discovered now that whatever it was, it held the same attraction for her. There was just a feeling that came over her as she realized that these boys wanted her to slowly peel off her clothes until they could see every naked inch of her, and that she was going to do it. The feeling was delicious. It was a slow, sleepy sensation that took her arms as she raised them to unfasten the catch that closed her dress at the back. It gave, and she pulled the zipper gracefully down. The dress fell by itself from one shoulder baring her right tit in its flimsy transparent bra. She kept the left tit hidden for a moment, letting the boys savor the anticipation of it, and she reminded herself to get some sexier bras of the sort that Allison wore, the sort that really put her tits on display.
Karen let the dress fall to reveal both her breasts and knew without looking that her hard-nippled areolas were perfectly, sexily visible. She raised her arms high over her head and moved her hips in a gentle hula motion that slowly shook her dress over her waist and down her legs. The idea had just come to her; it not only stripped her of her dress, but it raised her tits very high for the boys' inspection and it displayed every taut curve of her body. The dress floated to the floor like a cloud, and Karen posed for long moments after clad only in her bra and panties, her nylons and heels, and a thin gold chain she wore around her neck.
She could actually sense, she discovered, when the boys grew tired of one pose and wanted fresh revelations. She dropped her arms and walked gracefully over to Artis's bed. She spread her legs very wide and bent over him from the waist until he could see into her cleavage. She wanted him to get just a taste of how they would look naked and she pulled the cups just inches away from her flesh as she bent over so that he could see them bare almost down to the nipples. She was pleased when the boy's tongue licked his lips and he swallowed hard. He was going to get his second hard-on after all. She smiled as she repeated the individual show for each of the boys. Then she walked back to the middle of the room.
"What do you want me out of first?" she asked. "My bra or panties?"
The boys all looked at each other, and then Artis and Reuben turned to Johnny. "It's your show, man," Adis said, "tell her what to take off."
"Get rid of the bra," Johnny said, "and when it's off, I want you to come around just like you did the last time and let those tits hang in front of us." Karen did as she was commanded. Teasingly, she unstrapped her bra, then let it drop to the floor.
Her breasts were bare for the pleasure of the boys who watched her and she stood still for a moment to let them appreciate that before she began the individual show.
Karen started with Artis this time too. She spread her legs and bent from the waist, but now, without her bra to restrain them, her breasts hung freely like great pears and Artis cupped them with his hands. Their weight shocked him, and Karen laughed at the surprise on his face.
"I'm a woman," she said, "remember? Not a little girl. My tits are meant for a man to put his cock between. I hope you'll do it to me the way you did to Allison." Reuben and Johnny too had to feel the weight of her firm tits and each of them stroked the melons lovingly as Karen dangled them before their eyes.
"How many men have felt these up?" Johnny asked her.
"Unfortunately: not many. But I hope the Satans will change that," Karen replied. "Oh, we will," Johnny informed her cooly. "Believe me, we will."
Karen's panties came off next and then she strutted over to a desk and spread her legs wide to give the boys the best possible view of her cunt. Then she used her long fingernails to separate her cuntlips from each other. As she pulled them apart Karen inserted her fingers farther and farther, spreading her gash until the juicy pink hole of her pussy was fully revealed to the gang leaders watching her. She could feel the cooler air in the room penetrating to the heat around her clit. It was like a man's fingers touching her there, and the naked woman moaned with the pleasure of it.
"I'm ready now," she pleaded softly, "please use me. Please fuck me. I'm begging you. Put your cocks in my cunt."
At first there was no reply to the beautiful teacher's plea. In the silence in the room, Karen heard only the creaking of his chair as Johnny Kates stood up and approached her. Her blue eyes were closed in the heat of her passion, so she sensed rather than saw his presence. She leaned back even further against the desk, arching her body, lifting the smooth white curve of her lower belly even higher. The boy could see clearly now into the raw pink hole between her legs as the woman's digging fingers spread it ever wider for his pleasure. As she did so, she squeezed her upper arms together so that her full firm tits were forced to meet and rise between them, another sex-offering for his eyes.
"Oh, man!" It was Artis, his voice hoarse and breathless, who was watching all of this in the mirrors around the room. "Oh man," he repeated, "let's fuck her now. If I just watch any more, I'll shoot my load all over the ceiling."
"Hey," Johnny said, "I know what you mean."
He ran his fingers very, very lightly over the teacher's naked breasts, squeezed her nipples ever so gently. His supple fingers ran down her body, over the smooth, taut curves, lingered on her garter belt, then passed down and scrabbled lightly at the thick cushion of hair that framed her pussy. Then at last he used his long, stiff middle finger to brush delicately over her exposed meat, and Karen quivered with pleasure.
"Please fuck me now," she begged. "I need your cock inside me! I need it so much!" But instead of granting her wish, Johnny removed his finger from her cunt and wiped it dry on her cheek. Karen licked eagerly at a wet streak near her mouth. Johnny stepped away.
"How many men have fucked you?" he demanded suddenly.
"You mean, in my whole life? I don't really know," the beautiful teacher said. "Maybe thirty or forty. Before I was married."
"Did any of them ever work you over?"
"You mean, beat me?" Karen asked. "No. I was gang-raped a couple of times in college with my roomates, but the men didn't really get \iolent since we cooperated."
"I'd like to hear about that sometime," Johnny said, "but the fact is that no man has ever really enslaved you. I guess we're going to have to fix that right now." Karen didn't know what he was talking about.
She had never felt more like a sex-slave than she did at that moment. She was willing to do anything for the three boys. She was quivering with the desire to give them every sensual delight. And yet Johnny felt that there was some further degradation she had to experience before she could really be considered their woman. She wondered what it was.
"Take off" the rest of your clothes," Johnny ordered.
Karen obeyed dutifully, unfastening her nylons from the garter belt, stepping out of her shoes, and pulling everything off. Except for the thin gold chain around her neck, she was now completely naked.
Johnny was rummaging through Allison's purse. He came out with an object that seemed to be like one of those folded-up umbrellas, but when he took its case off and opened it up, four thin straps dangled from a wooden stock and Karen, in terror realized that she had yet to undergo the ordeal of being whipped. She cowered back against the desk, now suddenly shielding her beautiful breasts from the agony that lay ahead of them. Johnny was talking to Reuben.
"I hate to take her off your cock, man," he was saying, "but I need Miss Forbes. Come on, bitch."
Calmly, Allison rose up off" Reuben's glistening prick. It slid wet and gleaming out of her hole and she bent over the bed and gently kissed it before she and Johnny approached Karen. They said nothing at all, and Karen was too paralyzed by fear to plead with them. Allison picked up her nylons and tied one of them around each of Karen's wrists. Then she tied them together in a large loop and went to get a chair from against the wall. Karen hadn't noticed the large hook that was suspended from the ceiling, but Allison, who was obviously familiar with it, stood on the chair and put the loop of the stockings over it.
Karen was pulled up onto her toes. Her arms were stretched painfully high and her head was forced backward so that her golden hair streamed down over her naked back. She could feel her agony beginning, but even so she could appreciate the pleasure that she was about to give those schoolboys.
It was very quiet. Karen tensed. There was a woosh and a crack, but Karen didn't hear the final sound. Pain had exploded all across her tits as the straps smacked across them. Her tender nipples were brutally lashed and despite herself, she screamed.
"Noooooooo!" Crack. She screamed even louder. It was obvious that Allison had been ordered to concentrate on her sexual parts, and now the whip began to beat her high smooth tits with awful regularity. They swayed and bounced as the beautiful woman writhed and screamed, tried to throw herself away from the whip's stinging lashes. The young boys watched with pleasure, enjoying her struggles and helplessness.
"Whip her cunt," came the command from Johnny, and now Karen found her torture raised to new levels of agony. Allison lashed the outsides of her legs, forcing the young teacher to flinch and momentarily spread her legs apart. In that instant, the nude principal would thrash the whip violently upward and Karen would scream as the full brutal smack of it violated her helpless pussy.
The whipping seemed to go on forever. Karen screamed herself into exhaustion. She could finally only hang by her wrists, moaning softly as the whip slashed and raked her naked, quivering skin. On and on it went until the woman no longer felt each individual stroke of the lash but only the awful agony of being stripped and bound, beaten for the sexual pleasure of boys. Then Johnny knew that she had gotten the point of the lesson.
Karen hardly knew it when the whipping stopped. She was too far gone into her pain and humiliation. Johnny had been standing beside her, caressing her quivering, sweating breasts, speaking softly into her ear for minutes before she really heard him.
"... so we have to maintain discipline," he was saying, "and this is how we do it. Every teacher is required to submit to a naked whipping in front of her students at least once a month. Of course some like it even more often. The important thing, though, is that you realize every minute that, no matter how smart and pretty and well-off you are, no matter that you're the teacher, your students have the right and the power to strip you and beat you and fuck you. After school, you're there for sex. Understand?"
"Yes," the helpless teacher gasped. "Please don't whip me any more. I'll do whatever you say, whenever you say. Just please don't whip me any more."
"I'd say she's learned her lesson," Karen heard Johnny say, and the naked woman almost moaned with relief. She had never been so glad to hear a voice as she was to hear his when he said, "Take her down and stretch her out on the bed. Now she's ready for fucking."
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen was almost helpless when the nylons that suspended her from the ceiling were freed and her arms dropped achingly to her sides. Naked and stumbling, she was helped over to a bed by Allison. Karen was made comfortable on her back on the bed vacated by Artis Hayes. He stood beside it, his cock hard and ready for the penetration of this lovely woman's body. "Okay, bitch," he said to Allison, "out of the way. Just spread her legs for me."
"No!" Allison insisted. "Johnny, please tell him no. You're in charge of all us women. It won't be any good if he just rapes her now. Wait until she's ready to respond. You can see that she's built to give marvelous sex when she's ready."
"The bitch is right," Johnny said. "If you've got to get your rocks off, why not come in her. Then all three of us can fuck the other broad when she comes around."
So it was that, an hour later, Karen woke from a restless, tossing sleep to the soft sucking sounds of fucking in the bed next to her. She moved cautiously as she awoke, testing the pains in her body, but what she saw when she rolled over to watch the activity in the neighboring bed took her mind off herself completely.
Reuben Sims was naked, on his back, his head supported by a pillow so that he could watch as his gorgeous principal sucked his cock. Allison was on her hands and knees, straddling him. Her long silver earrings and her ripe, hanging tits swayed as her red lips guided his prick deep into her throat. But it was the further revelation that woke Karen up for good. Kneeling upright behind Allison, pressed right up against her high white buttocks, was Artis Hayes. From the angle at which he was positioned, he had to have his cock buried deep as it would go in Allison's ass. Karen could hardly believe it.
When Allison rose away from Reuben's gleaming cock, holding it only by the firm pressure of her lips around its tip, her natural motion sent her backward onto Artis' thick stiffness. It went in and out of her smoothly as a piston and the slight, pleasurable quiver that seized Allison when the cock was completely inside her told Karen that it reached far and painlessly up into her belly.
Karen had now forgotten the pain of her whipping completely. She lay on her side, her mouth open and dry, fascinated by the shameless sex acts occurring beside her. One of her hands crept down between her legs and began to rub the outer lips of her fast-moistening vagina.
"Here, let me do that for you," somebody said, and Karen rolled over with surprise and pleasure to see Johnny standing naked over her on the other side of the bed. Smiling, she opened her arms and the young boy came on the bed and positioned himself, kneeling, between the beautiful woman's legs. Karen raised her arms up over her head and spread her legs slightly. Her cunt was spread wide and Johnny, looking straight into her eyes, slowly pushed two stiff fingers into its hot steamy interior. Karen trembled involuntarily as the boy's fingers touched her clit. Sexual sensations were overwhelming her. How good it was to be a woman, naked and ready to be fucked by a boy.
"Are you a good lay?" Johnny asked her teasingly. His hard gang member's features seemed to have been softened by seeing Karen tortured and there was almost a boyish eagerness in his eyes as he looked at her nude body now.
"I'll try to be," Karen told him. "I want to be the best woman you'll ever have."
"I think I'll cum all over your stomach!' Johnny said. "It'll look nice, a great big puddle of my love-juice there, and then I'll smear it all over you up onto your tits."
"Make me drink a little too," Karen begged him. "Make me lick you clean, take all my cunt juice and all your cum off your cock after you're finished fucking me." Johnny smiled. "You know, teacher, you've go yourself a job. Put me in you."
Happily, Karen reached for the boy's cock as he lowered himself over her. Its thick shaft felt sleek and heavy in her soft hand and she stroked it lovingly for just a second before rubbing its head against her pussy. The boy twitched with the sweetness of the sensation as his prick was moistened by the older woman's juices. He realized that he wanted to watch her lush body as she fucked for him and he did a slow push up and held himself suspended over her. The only place they touched now was at the dark, mysterious, sweaty junction where his cock probed her cunt.
"Come in me," Karen breathed, and slowly, slowly the boy let himself fall, his prick sliding into the dripping pulpy mass of her sexual tissues. "Oh how far up you come in me," Karen whispered "your cock is so good to me. Promise you'll fuck me every day."
The young boy said nothing. His eyes were gleaming as he was caught up by the savage lust he felt for this woman. He began to slide in and out of her more and more rapidly and he noticed with delight that Karen was responding. This teacher liked to fuck. He could see the ecstasy of it in her face. What an addition she was going to be to the orgies the Savage Satans held after their weekly meetings.
"Let me be your whore," Karen whispered, as though she could read his thoughts, "make me do everything for you. Make me teach my classes topless; make me strip and then get dressed again while everyone watches. Oh, use me. Fuck me!"
Karen was near to crazy with the nearness of her climax. The boy atop her was whipping his shining cock in and out of her cunt in a frenzy. Both of them were grunting with the sheer physical effort of smashing cock and cunt together to achieve the deepest possible penetration. "Wait, wait," the boy muttered grimly, "wait until I'm ready to come."
Desperately, Karen hung on. Her clit was being snapped back and forth like a flywheel by the driving energy of the boy's stunning prick, and the beautiful woman arched her back, tensed every muscle in her body in the fight for control. Her vaginal muscles tightened around Johnny's cock, and her arched and sweating tits, inches from his eyes, stimulated him even more. "Any second, now," he gasped, "any sec-"
"OOOoooh," Karen mewed, "OOOOOoooh," and Johnny snatched his cock out of her cunt. The teacher was gone. Her naked body writhed and twitched and spasmed like a fish out of water as inside her, her orgasm burst like a dam. Rivers of juices flooded her frothing cunt and the golden hair of her pussy flashed, her tits flopped and jiggled as the marvelous pleasure of it carried her Johnny, near to blind with the joy of his own climax, whacked at his cock in a frenzy. It quivered, it jerked, and then a great milky wad of jizz leapt like cannon shot in a spiraling stream and splashed on Karen's belly. The teacher guarded it with her long-nailed hands, gathering the beads and splotches and puddles of cum together as Johnny's cock spurted jizz onto her flesh. When at last he was exhausted, the thick milky puddle flooded the hollow of her belly, trickled down into her golden pussy hair. Johnny eased himself off her and sat on the side of the bed.
"Wait just a minute," he said. "Just hold it there a minute until I get my breath back."
Karen nodded, weary herself, but delighted. The warm cum felt wonderful on her stomach and on her hands and she knew what a pretty picture it made for a man when it was splashed on a woman's naked body.
Noises from the next bed aroused her. Probably they had been occurring all along, but her head had been too full of other sensations to hear them.
Now it was clear that Allison Forbes and the two studs who were fucking her were all about to reach their climaxes. Allison's mouth was running like a fury up and down Reuben's cock and he was groaning as he thrust it up between her lips. Her tits were swinging in wild circles as Artis, behind her, reamed her asshole and all of them were making wild, groaning sounds of passion.
"Argh," Reuben wheezed, "take it out, TAKE IT OUT."
Allison's lips puckered as she sucked deeply one last time then released the cock as she was ordered. She held it up against her cheek, and the first spurting drops of Reuben's cum shot up into her clean brown hair and over her eyelashes and onto her nose. She moved it slowly around her face as thicker and thicker wads spurted out, making sure that every one of her beautifully made-up features was stained and soaked by the boy's sperm. It was thick in her ears and nose and caked on her lashes and it ran swiftly down her cheeks and trickled into her half-open mouth. Great gobs of it gleamed in her hair. As the great jets ceased to spurt, Allison guided the cock down to her neck and made sure that it too was streaked and crisscrossed by Reuben's cum.
It was all out at last. Then Allison took the boy's deflating cock back in her mouth and held it there. Her head was on Reuben's groin. Her cum-soaked hands reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to help Artis with his climax. Her aid seemed to give him the extra inch of penetration that he needed. He rammed his cock home, and Allison was \isibly staggered by the force of his fucking. The forty-year-old woman grimaced with pleasure that was three-quarters pain as the teenager screwed her ass. Artis reached down and around her and seized her great melons, squeezed them viciously.
"I'm gonna flood you now, bitch," he said through clenched teeth. "It's gonna be running out of your asshole."
His buttocks clenched, the boy trembled, and Karen could tell that he was being as good as his word. He twitched spastically and Karen could see in the melting look on Allison's face that his sperm was shooting far, far up inside her. She was frozen in her position, Reuben's cock still in her mouth, and then she too began to twitch and buck and Karen knew that the rivers of her orgasm were flowing.
"Please, Johnny," Karen whispered, "rub your cum all over me now." He too had been watching the sex in the next bed and now, without taking his eyes off it, he reached back and smeared the pool of milky cum on Karen's belly all over her naked body. He liked it especially when it greased her tits, apparently, because his hands stayed there for a long time, polishing the large firm mounds until they gleamed as though oiled. Karen used the residue on her own hands to smear her face with the acrid goo that had sprung from the boy's cock, and when she was finally covered with it, she loved the way her body shone in the mirror above the bed.
Artis, with a sigh, had finally backed away from Allison. The principal, with a small smile of pleasure had stretched out on the bed beside Reuben. She was careful to lie on her back so that her cum-streaked face was not disturbed. Johnny nodded.
"These are two good lays, these broads here," he said to no one in particular. "And you," he said, turning to Karen, "you got yourself a job."
"Who will she be assigned to?" Allison asked before Karen could express her gratitude, "she seems to be too special to save just for the English classes."
"You're right," Johnny said, "I think we'll have to make her a leadership whore. That means you're responsible directly to us," he told Karen in explanation. "Anybody in the school can still fuck you, but they've got to check with us first. We'll be using you in case we need an extra cunt as a peace offering to another gang or in case we want to put on a sex show for people from out of town. You'll probably do more fucking than the average teacher at Emory, but somehow I don't think that's going to bother you."
"No indeed, it isn't," Karen said smiling.
The boys rose then and began to get dressed. Karen understood by a sign from Allison that they were to stay naked, with their legs spread, until the boys departed. Each of them got a quick last feel from each of the boys before they left.
"Well?" Allison asked Karen after the door closed behind them. Karen sat up as Allison did and the two beautiful women looked at each other across the narrow space between the beds. Suddenly they began to giggle like schoolgirls.
"It is marvelous, isn't it?" Allison said.
"Oh, it is," Karen agreed. "I honestly don't know when I've been treated more brutally, or more deliciously, in my life."
CHAPTER FIVE
It occurred to Karen that night, as she sat at home sewing, that she was actually physically satisfied, really content. And she realized that she hadn't felt that way in a long, long time. Her tits had begun to feel heavy again inside her sweater, for at home the beautiful woman didn't wear a bra. Her cunt felt stretched and sleek and she was peacefully sleepy in the aftermath of her afternoon orgasm. The only thing she missed, she thought now, was the memory of one of the boys actually coming inside her. That was a marvelous feeling, she thought. She would have loved to see the look on Allis' face, say, as he withdrew his spent prick, leaving a full cockload inside her. Well, maybe Mickey.
Karen shook her head in bafflement as she looked across the room at her husband. He was half asleep in an easy chair, his after-dinner martini scarcely touched on the little table at his elbow. His head kept nodding down and snapping back up as he tried to read the paper. She knew that soon he would give up the struggle and fall asleep. Whatever in the world had happened to his energy ?
Certainly her husband worked too hard. Karen knew that. And yet he enjoyed his job, actually had to be torn away from it sometimes. He had risen quickly through the ranks of the scientific staff of his company and had begun his rise through the executive staff. No, there was nothing about his work that sapped his energy. In fact it had always left him revitalized, eager for more. That was the secret of his success.
Well, if Mickey's situation hadn't changed, Karen wondered, what had ? Was it possible that their marriage had just gone stale ? Six years was a long time. Especially when their sex life had long since become routine. Karen thought of the delicious ways her body had been used that afternoon. She and Mickey simply didn't do things like that. She wondered if any married couples did. It seemed as though wives were afraid to be thought of as whores, and husbands, well, good husbands were probably as gentle and overly protective of their wives as Mickey was with her. They didn't want to treat them like sex slaves. Not even if, like Karen, they would actually love to be used shamelessly for sex.
Karen had always been happiest when she was naked with a man. She had known very early that her body was a source of incredible pleasure and that had pleased her. She had been proud of the power she had to draw stares and stir desire in the boys she grew up with, even in men much older. She remembered taking a test once when she herself was only fourteen, in junior high.
She had looked up, musing about a problem, and saw Mr. Carstairs, the math teacher, staring fixedly at her legs. Even then she had been a devil and she had casually crossed her ankles under her desk, then just as casually crossed her legs at the knees. The motion had made her skirt, which was short anyway, climb even higher, and she knew the teacher could see the dark tops of her stockings, knew that he yearned to see more. He had taken it for almost three minutes by the clock on the wall before he got up hurriedly and rushed out of the room, holding his suitcoat carefully in front of his fly. Karen had giggled when the poor man came back into the room a few minutes later with his zipper only halfway up and his hands still wet from washing. He could have been fired if his superiors had known he left the room during a test, and Karen was amused and somewhat awed that the sight of her legs could get a man so excited that he would put his career on the line.
Things weren't quite as permissive then, of course, as they later became. Karen was six months past her sixteenth birthday before a man actually took her body for his pleasure. It was early November, a month into the football season. Karen was a cheerleader. On a Friday night, after the bus had dropped everyone off at the stadium after an out-of-town game, she had been walking home and a car had rolled silently up beside her.
"Karen! Karen! Get in!"
Her first thought had been, why is Coach Davis whispering? There was no one on the quiet residential street. The houses were all dark and silent. "Karen! Hurry!"
Coach Davis was used to being obeyed, and Karen hurried. Her little cheerleader's skirt flounced prettily as she ran to the car and hopped in through the already-open door.
"Don't slam it," Coach had whispered, and she had held it precariously closed while the big car carried the two of them down several deserted streets, around bright corners, and finally out of town. It was only when they were out in the dark country that Karen realized that Coach Davis' lights were off.
"I know," he said impatiently, "Dammit, I know." But he hadn't turned them on. He had just stopped to give her a chance to close her door before they roared far down a rutted country lane. The car bounced and shook and Karen was somewhat dazed when they jerked to a stop up against some bare trees. She could see water glistening through them, and off to the right was a sort of cottage. "Come on," Coach Davis said. He grabbed the young girl's hand and pulled her up the path toward the cottage.
It was surprisingly nice inside. When Coach Davis had turned on the lights, after first carefully pulling down the shades, Karen saw that it was plain, but comfortable. A plank table and wooden chairs. A huge, rather sagging bed. An easy chair, the stuffing falling out beneath it. Coach Davis bustled around setting things to rights. "My fishing shack," he growled to Karen.
The beautiful girl had never been quite so close to the coach before. He was huge! She had always known he was big, but alone with him in a rather small room she was newly aware of the heavy muscular arms, the deep chest, the swelling paunch at his belly. He took a chair at the table and it seemed to groan under his weight.
"Sit down," he said, and Karen took the chair across from him. The coach looked directly into her wide blue eyes.
"I don't suppose there's much sense trying to be cool about this," he said. "I'm not going to try to talk you into anything. I'm just going to tell you what you have to do. Now, I've been watching you ever since football practice began. Seems like I just can't take my eyes off you. A lot of people at school are having the same problem, but I'm the sort of guy... I've got to do something about it. So I brought you here to fuck you. You can try to resist, if you want, but I'll just tie you down, rip the clothes off you and take you that way. Or you can strip the way I tell you to and try to make me happy with your tits and your cunt and maybe we'll both have some fun. Which do you want?"
Karen was surprised at her lack of surprise. Somehow, in some deep, wordless part of her, she had known this was coming. The looks she had been getting from men over the last six months had been almost crazily lustful. She had expected one of her dates to try to tease her into sex, and it was almost a relief to have the proposition put to her so bluntly. She could assess the situation calmly before her passions were aroused.
"I don't have any choice?" the beautiful young cheerleader asked.
"Then I'll do whatever you say," Karen said simply. "There's one thing, though. I haven't started to take the pill. Would it be all right if you came in my mouth?"
The large man's eyes had creased at the first mention of objection. But when he heard the young girl ask him to make her swallow his cum, his broad red face broke into a grin. "Honey," he said, "I'll cum as many times in your mouth as you want."
Karen rose then and calmly headed for the bed. She just assumed that Coach Davis would want to lay her there and she was puzzled when he remained seated.
"I can't decide what I want to do with you," he admitted at last. "Sometimes I think I'll make you strip and get on top of me completely naked. Other times I think it would be nice if I just had you take off your panties and fucked you while you kept that cute little skirt and sweater on. I've been thinking about this for a long time and I can't seem to make a decision. I swear I can't. What are you wearing underneath?"
"A bra," the lovely young girl told him, "and panties of course. I'm sorry I'm wearing pantyhose but we can't wear nylons when we're doing our cheerleading routines."
"Pantyhose," the large fat man mused. "Yeah, maybe. Look, strip everything off except your pantyhose. Then come over here and I'll cut a hole in them over your cunt so my cock can get to you. I'll screw you that way. I like the way that smooth material feels when I let my prick slide along a woman's leg."
"Shall I strip for you right here?" Karen asked from her position by the bed.
"Yeah. Just come into the light a little more so that I can see all the details."
At sixteen, Karen was not nearly as accomplished at stripping gracefully for a man as she would later become. Still, the coach who watched her never stopped breathing heavily. Her fresh young girl's beauty gave him all the pleasure he could ask for, and each facet of her body was more breathtaking than the last as it was revealed to him. As she pulled her sweater up over her head he marveled at the firm white wonder of her breasts. They were bigger than those of many women he had seen and they rose beautifully high out of the confining cups of her bra.
"Take the bra off" he muttered hoarsely. He couldn't wait to see those lush tits naked, and as Karen dropped her bra to the floor he beckoned her over. He made her stand just in front of him and raise her hands high over her head so that her tits were presented to him at their firmest. He fondled them with his large rough hands while the young girl swayed with mounting passion. He stroked her hardening nipples between his thumb and fingers until they were perfectly, fully pointed, then he drew Karen forward and took her tits in his mouth.
The beautiful young cheerleader was beside herself with the joy of discovered sex. She twisted and moaned as the man's rough tongue fondled her nipples and begged him, "Bite them, suck them. Oh, I wish they were full of milk. I wish you could suck something right out of my tits!" She gasped with pain and pleasure as the man's teeth fastened hard and tugged at the tender nipple of her left tit.
Both of them were shaking with anticipation when the man ordered her to step back from him and continue to strip. At last the skirt was unfastened and Karen let it drop to the floor. Her panties were of the bloomer type for cheerleading and she was really ashamed to be seen in them. The coach grinned at her embarrassment as she hastily pulled them down.
There was nothing embarrassing about her body then. Her legs were long and sleek and the pantyhose, wispy and transparent, hid nothing of the golden bush between them. The girl's firm belly swelled gently into her cunt-mound and below it her pubic hair puffed in a sensual cushion that promised soft warm comfort in her cunt. Karen, with her sure woman's impulse for the move that would please a man, pulled the waistband of her pantyhose away with her left hand as she reached down inside with her right.
The coach's eyes widened as the beautiful young girl's hand slid over her bush. He could just see one finger sliding back and forth, then sliding in as Karen used the flowing juices of her passion to completely lubricate the opening to her cunt. She spread her legs wider and wider and pushed the finger deep inside her. Her eyes were shut, her tits trembling with her hist. Her hips rotated slowly and sensuously as she swirled her cunt completely open, stroking every crevice of it into soaking wet readiness. When at last she pulled her dripping finger out, there was a soft sucking sound from her cunt. The coach knew that Karen was completely prepared for sex and his astounded eyes glittered as she held her gleaming finger up in the light and cunningly sucked it clean of her pussy's juices.
"I'm ready to be fucked now," the beautiful cheerleader told him, smiling. "May I come and kiss your cock?"
"Be my guest, honey," the big Man said. "Just come on over and by my guest."
It was obvious to the experienced coach that Karen was a sexual natural, in the way that some boys are naturals at one sport or another. Maybe the girl was still a virgin, but she had certainly thought about the way she should behave when a man was going to fuck her and probably she had planned her moves out in advance. It was a pleasure for the coach to watch her work. For one thing, she took her time. Even some of the older teachers that the coach had seduced at the school rushed the preliminaries, but this girl knew instinctively how much better it would be for him if he could watch her naked upper body move as she helped him out of his clothes.
Karen worked slowly and brushed her long golden hair out of the way as she knelt to take off his shoes, making sure he could see her breasts sway, encouraging him to reach down and cup their tender fresh weight in his rough palms. When his shirt was off, there were frequent pauses for long soul kisses with those delightful tits squashed flat against his chest. She made sure, as she took his pants down and his long rigid cock was exposed, that she paused long enough to cradle it for a moment in the ripe warmth between them. Then, when he was Completely naked, standing over her, she stayed on her knees, took his red, veined tool in her small hand and kissed it along its underside as he watched.
The light wet touch of her lips nearly drove him mad, but when she was done with that she took his cock into her mouth and her touch was so expert that he felt sensations he had never even guessed at before. She didn't run her mouth madly up and down as so many women did. When she had his prick encased in the lovely wet smoothness of her cheeks, she swallowed, so that his cockhead was actually in her throat. Then she simply held it there. The huge man discovered that he was suddenly on the verge of orgasm. For his cock was so sweetly surrounded by the gentle pressures of the young girl's mouth that every little movement, every little flick of her tongue or shiver of his own body, was like the stroking of a velvet cloth along its length. The coach actually had to stop Karen before she made him come too soon.
"Baby," he pleaded, "baby! I won't have anything left for your cunt."
Reluctantly the young girl released his rod from her mouth. As he collapsed back into his chair she leaned over him and pushed her tits together, capturing his cock between them. She twisted and rolled them, drying her spit from the fierce red rod, and when she was done she lightly kissed it.
"There's a knife in my pants pocket," Coach Davis told her. "Get it and stand in front of me." When the golden-haired beauty had brought it to him, he again made her raise her arms high over her head as he forced her legs apart. He felt for the damp material at the crotch of her pantyhose, pulled it away from her cunt, and slit it. The opening it gave him was, he saw, perfect. When he tugged her pantyhose upward, the girl's cuntlips were exposed. He ran his fingers over them lightly and was pleased with the way Karen quivered.
"Now you're really ready for fucking," he whispered hoarsely. "In fact you're so hot that I may have to break my promise and come inside you. I don't know if I can resist the idea of shooting up into your cunt."
"Whatever you say," the young girl moaned. "Just please fuck me. Please fuck me."
Grinning, the fat coach drew the slim young girl forward until her cunt was positioned over his cock as he sat on the chair. "Take my prick with both hands," he directed her. "Now push yourself down on it until it's just inside your pussy. Not far! Just inside, that's right. Now, here I'll hold you by your shoulders and .."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOh!" Karen could not contain her scream of pain. The coach had brutally pulled her down on his thick hard throbbing cock. In one flashing instant he had penetrated her, and she felt as though she had been split in half. Instead of the slow, gradual entry she had expected, the coach had raped her with a brutal plunge from the entry to her pussy to the depth of her womb. Through the filming tears of pain that clouded her eyes she could see his eyes glittering with malicious pleasure at the hurt he had caused her.
"How's that, little girl?" he asked her gloatingly, "how's it feel not to be a virgin anymore? You're a woman now, so work like a woman. Come on! Get that pussy moving and fuck for me."
Stunned and in pain, the brutalized little cheerleader still did her best to comply. Her hips thrust and retreated, thrust and retreated, in instinctive rhythmic motions that had the fat man gasping with delight. Karen's pussy was tight and slick, her clit hard and bulging. The coach's cock was assaulted by juicy sensations inside her while outside he had the pleasure of toying with her young, firm tits. He pinched the cheerleader's tender nipples so hard that she cried out with the pain. He laughed.
"What I really ought to do is put clamps on them," he said cruelly, "or make you squeeze them into a little bra that has pin points set inside. I don't think there's anything in this world that I enjoy more than the sight of a woman's face while her tits are being tortured."
Karen, despite his words and actions, found that her initial pain was lessening somewhat. Her natural juices were soothing and healing the raw, raping scrapes of the coach's entry , and she was beginning to respond to the sensation of actually having a man's cock inside her. Way inside her. Each time the young girl pulled herself forward onto the cock that gleamed as it disappeared into her golden snatch she felt as though it was pushing aside everything inside her. It hurt. It hurt so much.
But Karen was not long in reaching her climax. She had locked her arms around the coach's neck, careful to bend so that she did not hide from him the sight of her tits swaying as she fucked for him. She could look down and see the thick red shaft of his cock shining with her own pussy juice as it holed her. She could feel her clit being battered deliciously, her nipples being pinched and squeezed. "I'm fucking a man," she thought. "Except for my pantyhose, I'm completely naked and a man's cock is in me and... and... OH MY GOD!"
Coach Davis was pleased when Karen began to writhe and buck on his lap. He liked his women to come quickly, liked to watch their naked bodies strain and quiver, liked to feel the dark hot streams of sex they sent pulsing down his cock. And this little cheerleader was something special. He could actually feel her flooding streams flowing out of her cunt though it was plugged by his cock. Her juices ran down his shaft and trickled down on to his balls. He would have to remind her to lick them clean, he told himself, but meantime the sensation was so exquisite that he was about to come himself. Damn, he thought I sure would love to shoot my cream up into this bitch's belly. I'd love to make her open her eyes and watch herself in a mirror while she feels it flooding in there. Can't, though. I just can't take the chance.
"Get off me," he commanded. His voice was strained, for he had suddenly realized that he had delayed too long. "Get off me," he yelled, "and get down on your knees." His cock was already spasming when the young girl was only halfway off. The coach realized helplessly that he was never going to make it into her mouth. She was still sinking to the floor when his cum began to spurt and he did as well as he could to at least get it on her. He aimed its angry red head with his huge fist and splashed great white gobs of his cum onto the beautiful cheerleader's tits. He watched with satisfaction as his jizz splashed and spattered her lovely skin, creamed over her nipples, dripped in long white spools down onto her belly. He came and came until Karen's tits were soaked with his cum.
"Oh man," the coach sighed as he sank exhausted back against his chair. "What a fuck! What an incredible lay! There are so many things I've got in mind to do to you that I'm going to have to get myself a notebook just to keep it all straight. I will if I have to, though-I swear I will. You look here, little girl. From now on I want your ass coming to me naked. And I want it coming every day. You hear what I'm telling you?"
"I hear," Karen said softly, and promised, "I'll be there. I'll be there every day."
She had been too. Sixteen years later, as a thirty-two-year-old woman, Karen could remember the pleasure she had taken in faithfully satisfying the older man's sexual needs. She had begun to take the pill the very next day so that soon he could begin to shoot his thick, heavy cockloads as deep inside her as he wished. In the months that followed, she had come to him, naked and willing, so that he could use her body in every conceivable way.
He had fucked her in the mouth, fucked her in the ass: fucked her between her smooth firm breasts. His cum had splattered every inch of her. She had fucked other men at his command while he had watched with pleasure, and there had been times when he had joined other men in fucking her. She had been there when masked members of the football team had raped lovely, mini-skirted Miss Leclerc, a new French teacher who had not responded to the coach's advances. The coach had ordered the woman raped after school in her classroom, and Karen had been ordered to take pictures which the fat, lusting coach then used to bribe the French teacher into spreading her legs for his cock. She had become very cooperative after her first experience, and Karen had often joined the two of them when they fucked in the coach's office. The two lovely nude women, experimenting with all sorts of tricks, had sent Coach Davis flying into clouds of ecstasy.
Karen could look back, sixteen years later, and realize that she had learned to be an accomplished sexual performer. She had developed skills that she had used all through college and afterward, when she was single. It was just in marriage that she had let them go. Somehow the raw, sweaty sex which she had learned to enjoy so much just didn't seem quite as, well, appropriate between a husband and wife. And yet that was the sort of sex she enjoyed, and it was the sort of sex she was going to be getting every day at school if this afternoon with the boys had been any indication.
CHAPTER SIX
Karen was taking the place of a teacher whose husband had been transferred out of town, and even though the day after her interview was a Friday in the middle of the spring semester, Allison had told her to report for work. "It's not as if we couldn't get along without you for one more day," the principal had said, "but Friday's are rather special at Emory and I think you'll find it stimulating to be here."
Allison had winked coyly at the word stimulating, and Karen had been wondering ever since what she had meant. She found herself, that Friday morning, dressing in a fever of anticipation. If she knew Allison, there were going to be fireworks at school and she would have to be ready for them, so she dressed in a sexy outfit.
"You look like you're going to have cocktails, not to teach," a voice said, and Karen whirled from the mirror to find her husband, Mickey, eyeing her speculatively. She could see from the way his gaze traveled down her body that he was as captivated by her outfit as any other man would be. Maybe that's what I've been needing to do, she thought, but all she said was, "Oh, you know how it is. If you're going to be with kids, you've got to try to fit in."
"With a dress like that," Mickey said, "I imagine the boys you teach spend a lot of time wondering how they'd fit into you."
"Mickey!" Karen exclaimed, blushing. She had never heard her husband say anything like that before and she was shocked, but she was also pleased. At least he knows I'm sexy, she thought as she went off to work. Maybe I haven't been giving him the chance to appreciate how sexy I can be. She turned that thought over as she drove to Emory, but left it unresolved after she arrived.
It was only a few minutes before the first bell and there was a crowd of students gathered around the main entrance as Karen approached the school. They looked at her and she looked at them as she walked. Allison had been right about the Savage Satans making sure that everyone was dressed neatly. Maybe the school was run-down, but there was nothing shabby about its pupils. And there were some very good-looking boys here, Karen saw. That tall, dark one on the first step for instance. The beautiful blonde teacher smiled at them all.
"Hey, you gonna teach here?" a friendly, freckled boy asked.
"As a matter of fact I am," Karen replied. "Oh wow!"
"What class?"
"Whattayou teach?"
"Hey, you gonna teach me?"
The crowd of friendly, bobbing faces swirled around Karen and she laughed at their enthusiasm even as she noticed coolly that it was not confined to the fact that she was going to teach. More than a few of the boys were staring at her legs and tits with open admiration, and the dark boy she had first noticed was staring at her with outright hist. Why, I think he'd lay me right here if he could, she thought with satisfaction.
"I'm afraid I don't know just who I'm going to teach yet, but I do hope that all of us will get to see a lot of each other," Karen said.
"I gotta get to see all of her," Karen heard a voice say as the door to the building swung shut behind her and, pleased, she lingered a moment to eavesdrop. "Man, did you see those legs?"
"What knockers!"
"Oh God, I can just imagine all that blonde hair bent down over my cock while she breathes on it."
"Damn! I'll bet she tucks like a wild woman!"
Karen smiled at what she heard. There was certainly no question about the boys at this school being turned on to sex. And no question that she turned them on as well. It was really a shame that this wasn't Monday. There could have been a whole week stretching out in front of them in which to get to know each other.
"Karen! Come into my office, dear."
Allison, too, was looking at her with approval Karen noticed as she walked toward the principal's office. Apparently she had dressed well. She knew she had when she got inside and saw Artis, Reuben, and Johnny, the boys who had "interviewed" her the day before. Their stamp of approval was all over their faces.
"You'll all remember one another, I'm sure," Miss Forbes said with a low chuckle.
"Man, I ain't about to forget this chick," Artis said. He came over to Karen and, to her surprise, kissed her deeply. It rather stunned her to have one of her students greet her in this novel way, but as the boy's tongue licked into her mouth she discovered that she rather liked it, and she responded warmly. She kept her arms by her sides so that he could lift his hands up her body and fondle her breasts.
"All right!" he breathed as he let her go, "I guess I wasn't dreaming about what happened yesterday."
Reuben Sims kissed Karen in the same way. Then Johnny Kates stepped up to her, smiled naughtily, and lifted the tiny little skirt of her dress. Karen giggled girlishly as the three boys and even Allison stared with obvious delight at the black nylons sheathing her long shapely legs and the black triangle of her panties against her smooth white skin.
"Oh jeez, why did I have to do that?" Johnny moaned humorously. "Mrs. Harris, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to tuck you before classes start or I'm gonna have a hard-on all day."
"Now, Johnny Kates, you behave yourself," Allison said. "I have things to talk about with all of you. And besides, the way you came all over her poor body yesterday, I'm afraid Mrs. Harris couldn't expect much out of you today."
"Oh, but I do!" Karen exclaimed. "In fact I was hoping to find Johnny, or at least part of Johnny, bigger and better than ever."
"Karen! Boys! Please!" Allison begged as everyone laughed. "We only need to be serious for about five minutes."
There was a problem in fitting Karen into her class, the principal explained. She was going to teach the slowest English group because she could do the most good there, and she ought to be introduced to them right away.
"The trouble is that today is Friday, so everyone is hyper anyway," Allison said, "and that bunch is so randy and Karen is so sexy, that they're going to insist on having an initiation, and you know what that means."
The boys nodded solemnly and Allison turned to Karen, who was puzzled. "The custom here is to initiate a new teacher by gang-raping her," she explained. "The class she's assigned to monitor balls her, usually three boys at a time. I don't think you would really mind going through that today, but, believe me, it does wear a woman out and we have sort of a special project lined up for you this afternoon. You see, once a month, on a Friday, we have a treat for the boys who have performed best in their school work over the past four weeks. We let fifteen of them choose fourteen teachers for a variation on the game of musical chairs. The teachers are bent backward over a long table in a special room in the basement. They are chained together, naked of course, and their legs are spread. When the music is stopped the boys rush to fuck them. It's a, well, it's a lively game, and even though very few of the boys know you're even teaching here yet, I think you would be a very pretty sight chained to that table."
"Thank you," Karen said. "Honestly, whatever you think is best is what I'll do, but that game does sound delicious. What happens when the boys are eliminated?"
"Instead of taking a chair, they take a teacher," Allison said, smiling. "There are mattresses and soft chairs scattered around the room and as the boys leave the game, they take one of the women with them. You can't actually say they lose because the poor teachers get fucked and traded and fucked again and again. Of course finally two boys are left with one teacher up at that table. The winner of the game gets to fuck her through whichever cunt he chooses. The other boy screws her through whichever holes are left. Everybody's happy. Including the teachers, believe me. You'd love it, I know, and they'd love you."
"Look here," Artis Hayes said, "Mrs. Harris has got to play that game. Those guys work like hell just to get a chance at all that pussy around that table. We can't deny them a piece of ass as gorgeous as hers. How about this? We'll take her down and introduce her to her class. If they get all excited, we just tell them to cool it. We tell them the Savage Satans need her and that's all there is to it."
"No, man," Reuben said. "Then they get too resentful toward the gang and we have to keep leaning on them to keep them respectful. How about this instead? We tell them that they're all going to bang her on Monday for sure. Meantime, just to tide them over, we make her strip so that they get a look at her body. Then they can pick numbers or draw straws or some damn thing and the winner will get to fuck her while the others watch. They can even beat their meat and come all over her if they want. Just so her pussy stays fresh for this afternoon. That should keep them happy, don't you think?"
"I don't know, man," Johnny Kates said. "There are some Satans in that class and if one of our boys wins exclusive rights to her cunt somebody's going to complain that we rigged it. Why not just get old Slade Jenkins to come up and prong her in front of all of them? They can tell him what they want to see her do, and he can make her do it. It'll be like an exhibition."
"Yeah!" the others instantly agreed, "that's it!"
Allison explained to Karen, "Slade Jenkins is the janitor here. At one time or another he's put on an exhibition like this for nearly every class at Emory. The boys like to watch him fuck their teachers because the teachers are attractive and clean and still fairly young while Slade Jenkins is old and dirty and ugly as sin. But don't look so alarmed, darling. He has a prick as long as a horse's and he uses it with a great deal of skill. In fact, if there's one thing that's guaranteed to get you wet and ready for the game later on this afternoon, it's taking part in a sex-show with Slade this morning. You won't mind if the boys and I stay in the room to watch, will you?"
"Of course I don't mind," Karen said. "In fact I'll be glad to have you there. You can tell me afterward if I've lived up to expectations."
So it was that half an hour later Karen found herself in the most bizarre situation she had encountered in her life. Allison had introduced her to the class, told them that her measurements were 38-24-36, and then ordered Karen to strip. The lovely blonde woman had removed her sexy black outfit as the assembled boys watched wide-eyed. Allison had ordered her to take everything off.
The excited buzz of conversation around the room told her that her body was a sensation. There was a sharp intake of breath all around as she raised her arms and spread her legs to display herself fully. Then, quite suddenly, all conversation stopped. Karen heard the classroom door click and she looked up and was awed by the man who stood in front of her.
Slade Jenkins! She had imagined from the name and from Allison's descriptions a huge hulk of a man, at least as big as Coach Davis had appeared to her in her childhood, a muscular, cruel, and filthy man with hands as black as coal. Yet facing her, in pants and a shirt that must have been three sizes too large, was a scrawny little man with a nose like a beak and ears that sprouted from his head like wings. His shoulders were round and skinny and he was short, so incredibly short. His head barely rose above Karen's naked breasts. He shuffled toward her across the room, looking at no one, acknowledging nothing. When he stopped in front of her, he finally peered up at her, and she was struck by the cold, distant, unfocused look of his eyes.
My God, Karen thought, he looks like he's high on drugs. Or even like he's insane! He had the smell about him of clothes that have been worn in the rain, and beautiful, nude Karen saw with distress that hair grew in thick clumps from his nose and ears. She realized then that she was about to entertain her homeroom class by coupling sexually with a freak.
"Keep your hands up over your head, teach," a young voice warned her, and Karen, who had let her arms drop protectively down over her smooth white tits, reluctantly raised them again, offering her smooth white globes to the leering eyes of the boys and the mad gaze of the shriveled little man who now prepared to touch them. Karen's hair streamed in a golden fall down her naked back as she looked hopelessly up at the ceiling. What was going to happen to her?
There was a passing instant when the lovely woman felt as though she just couldn't go on. It was all too strange and too humiliating. Then she felt something cold and hard, knobby and yet bristling, poking at her breasts. She heard the boys who watched her begin to laugh, and she realized, with shame, that Jenkins was exploring her firm, womanly tits with his nose. He smacked back and forth across the nipple of her right tit, then across her left. Karen was blushing furiously, and yet she realized that the little man's crazy actions were having the desired effect. Her nipples were hardening, a fact which was confirmed by the boyish spectators.
"Look at her tits!" a voice said, "Slade's got her started."
"Go, Slade," another voice chimed in, "in another minute she'll beg for your cock."
Karen's nude, poised body began to tremble as the little freak increased the speed of his assault on her breasts. He clasped the two shining globes in his grimy hands and buried his ugly monkey's face between them. Then he began to lick them with a tongue so long and rough that Karen felt as though an endless ribbon of sandpaper was being wantonly scraped across her nipples. The sensation of being so abused before an audience of boys inflamed her, and the boys cheered and crowded around as it became obvious that the beautiful naked teacher was responding to the janitor's weird techniques. Karen's hips had begun to writhe as though she were fucking, and now, as the ugly little man took the tender nipple of her left tit into his mouth, her hands came down and squeezed the tit for him. She began to massage and stroke her own ripe melon as though trying to shoot her milk into his mouth.
"All right, Mrs. Harris!" the young boys exclaimed to their teacher as they saw her long-lashed eyes glaze over and her mouth half open in lust. "Go after his cock, teach!"
Karen was about to let herself go completely. She had never realized that performing in public could be so rewarding. She felt as though every nerve ending in her body was being stimulated and her wet cunt was begging to be filled. She reached down and undid the little man's belt. When it gave way, she reached inside his pants. What the beautiful woman felt there made her eyes flash in bewilderment. Slade Jenkins had a cock that was like some kind of root. It seemed to be as big around as a flashlight, but it felt all gnarled and twisted and knobby, with weird bends and kinks. It felt just like a root!
Some of the boys who had seen what Karen was doing and had also seen her reaction hooted with laughter. "She found the bent pipe!" one screamed, and somebody else yelled, "Slade, back off, Baby! It's time for the bitch to face her doom!"
A dozen voices took up the chorus. "Back off! Back off!" Eager hands reached out to pull Karen and Jenkins apart so that they faced each other across a short space. Karen was struck by the way the distant, mad expression in the ugly janitor's eyes never changed. It scared her, but she didn't have time to think about it for long.
"Okay, bitch," a voice said, and Karen recognized that it was Artis Hayes. "Down on your knees! Undress him and kiss his cock."
The beautiful nude teacher did as she was commanded. She sank to her knees and still it was easy for her to reach the little man's top shirt button. Breathing shallowly against the stench that rose in waves from Jenkins, the teacher peeled off his shirt and his oily, filthy pants. She was stunned when, as she pulled his pants down, his cock fell out and banged her across the shoulder, like an axe falling out of a closet. The watching boys laughed with glee at their teacher's surprise and revulsion.
Karen was disgusted by Slade Jenkins cock. It kept hitting her in the face as she struggled to lift the man's pants off over his shoes. It must have been four inches long, but it was so misshapen, so bent and twisted and broken-looking that, if it were straightened, it might easily have been twice that long.
"Don't worry about his pants," several voices said, giving the order Karen dreaded to hear. "Get that cock in your mouth and suck on it!"
Gingerly, Karen took the stiffly writhing shaft in her two hands. It was so big! The beautiful woman's breath grew short as she contemplated trying to get it all between her lips. To stall for time, she gracefully cupped one of her breasts in one hand and guided the ugly, twisted cock all over its smooth surface with the other. The boys watched in fascination as the stiff rod poked dimples into her lush yielding tits. Even Karen was taken by comparing the texture of her fine white skin with the angry, veined texture of Jenkins prick. She held his cock with both hands now and peeled back the little opening in its head with her thumbs. It was like a toothless old snake's mouth opening and she brought it forward and closed it around the stiffened nipple of her right tit.
"Wow," somebody breathed, but somebody else said, "your mouth, teach, in your mouth."
There was nothing else for Karen to do but raise the lumpish pale cockhead to her full red lips. The crowd of leering boys was breathless as they saw her shining tongue take its first tentative lick at the huge, kinky pole. The boys sighed as Karen nibbled all the way down the underside of the janitor's cock with tiny, biting motions of her lips. Then they waited in painful anticipation as her mouth opened wide and they saw the pink insides of her cheeks before she began her long slide down, sucking the whole of the janitor's cock into her mouth. Her blonde hair cascaded forward and obscured her face from view.
It was Allison Forbes who stepped forward and drew Karen's hair back so that the boys could get a complete view of their cocksucking teacher. Karen was too absorbed in her sexual task to notice. She had thought at first that she would gag at just the touch of the janitor's obscene cock against her mouth. She discovered, though, that she took very real pleasure in going down on it. Tiny droplets of pre-cum were oozing out of the head, and that taste had always inspired her. Then there were the boys watching and just the sheer length of the cock itself. All of them together really lit the fire of Karen's sex drive, and she was determined to really please her audience by showing them what she could do.
She began to swallow Slade Jenkins cock, kept inching down it even though it pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed to actually get it into her throat and then kept swallowing to get it in farther. As she swallowed, she would inch forward along its length. She had no idea how many times she repeated this process, inch by painful inch, but finally her nose bumped against the grizzled skin of the old man's belly and she knew that one more swallow and-THERE! Karen threw her hands out to the side in a gesture of triumph, and the room broke into spontaneous applause.
"Geez," someone said, "she must have that thing clear down in her stomach. Not even Miss Forbes ever got that much of Slade's cock down."
"Come on," someone else said as Karen glowed with pride, "let's get her so hot that she pumps him dry."
Karen had to adjust her position as she knelt at the janitor's feet, for immediately a swarm of boyish hands reached out to stroke and fondle her naked body. The beautiful teacher understood what they were after. They wanted her to twitch and jerk so violently that Jenkins cock, in her throat, was buffeted around as though she were fucking it in her cunt. Boys' fingers reached into her snatch, stormed up between her dripping pussv-lips. Hands seized at her tits, twisted her nipples. Someone's thumb was shoved into her ass. They didn't care whether they hurt her or gave her pleasure as long as they made her move. And that they did.
Karen twisted this way and that, trying to escape some hands, trying to be stroked by others. Spit formed around the bright red rim of her lips as the cock fucked her heaving, swaying face, and Karen's eyes were shut tight in concentration, for even movements of her neck could stroke the cock she served.
She wasn't sure when she felt it first twitch. It was no more than a little jerk against the back of her throat. But then there was another, and yet another. Now there was no mistaking what was coming and the room grew hushed and still as every eye fastened on the naked teacher slaving over the cock between her lips. Karen had stopped her violent movements; now she merely slid slowly back and forth, side to side, each little sway and turn lathering the ugly little janitor's cock with silky, liquid care. She stopped even that when he seized her white shoulders in an iron grip. His buttocks clenched. His skinny little legs stiffened. Finally he didn't speak, but roared.
"Aaaaaawrgh!"
Karen had no need to swallow. The head of his cock was well past her throat. Indeed, it did seem to be pouring directly into her stomach. She felt her belly swelling like a balloon filling with water. Only in this case, she knew, it was not water but warm, thick, molten jizz that was flooding into her. She could almost see the milky cum shooting out of the little slit cockmouth and sliding down the dark walls of her insides, and she knew that vision was shared by each of the boys around her, that each of them could imagine the joy that was coming to him when he finally got his own cock into this willing teacher's mouth and made her swallow his own brimming cockload.
Slade Jenkins stepped back from the lovely naked woman. His long cock was pulled from between her lips like a limp, flopping snake until Karen held only the ugly lump of a head between her lips. The still-sucking woman stroked the sagging cock all along its length, drying it. Then she released the cockhead from her mouth and used the glowing strands of her golden hair to wipe the moisture from it. In all this time, Slade Jenkins never said a word, and when Karen was finished with his prick, he merely stepped back, pulled his pants up from around his ankles, put on his shirt, and left the room as silently as he came, ignoring the happy questions of the boys in the room.
"Did you shoot it all, Slade? Did she suck it all out?"
Karen was left naked on her knees on the floor as the silent little freak left. Only Allison Forbes approached to help her up. "You were marvelous, dear," she whispered in Karen's ear. "The boys can hardly wait to get you now."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shortly after leaving the classroom, Karen was feeling frustrated and disappointed, and her feelings were reflected in her expression. "What's wrong, darling," Allison asked. "You haven't begun to have problems already, have you?"
"Oh, not problems about sex here at the school," Karen said, "more like problems of lack of sex at home. I've just been realizing yesterday and today how much I enjoy getting fucked. I mean, I really enjoy being naked in front of these boys and having them come in me and on me. I like sucking them. I like everything. And yet, would you believe that, at home, I'm little Miss Goody-goody. I never go down on my husband's cock; he never fucks my ass or shoots his cum onto my skin. We just always do it the same way, and we always do it in the dark, so he doesn't even get to watch my body while he fucks me. I've just been thinking. It's got to change."
"Well, why don't you invite him down here sometime," Allison said. "Maybe if he saw the ways the boys do it to you, he'd get some ideas."
"That's the trouble," Karen said, "I'm sure he's got the ideas. It's just that we've gone on this way for so long that we're both too shy with each other to try anything new. I guess each of us thinks the other one would be shocked and disgusted if we suggested trying anything like the stuff the boys do here."
"But you've got to try something!" Allison cried. "I think I'd go out of my mind if a man didn't keep trying new things with me in bed. You'll just have to think of something."
"I've been trying," Karen insisted. "But I keep imagining Mickey's face getting red and that awful, accusing look coming into his eyes."
"You know another teacher here told me something like this once," Allison said, "except that she had found out somehow that her husband really wanted to fuck her in bed with another woman. She was afraid, just the way you are, to tell him to go right ahead, that she would enjoy it. What she did, instead, was to invite another teacher home for dinner. Then that teacher pretended to get drunk and to make advances on the husband. The wife acted put out for awhile and then said, 'Oh, go ahead. In fact, if she wants it so much, I'll join in too.' She said her husband's face lit up and they began to have marvelous times with any number of people in bed with them, including some of the boys from here."
"I've been thinking that it's going to take a plan like that to help me," Karen said. "I mean maybe if Mickey saw me having all sorts of outrageous sex and enjoying it, maybe then he'd get the idea that he can really do whatever he wants with me. I'd even be free to make suggestions myself."
"Well, what if he was to see you raped?" Allison suggested. "I mean, if he saw you stripped and told to do whatever four or five boys wanted, he'd see what you were capable of. And if it began to look as if you were really learning to enjoy it, he'd begin to make up his mind for sure to try some of those things too."
"Well, of course," Karen exclaimed. "Maybe if he came to the school here and-"
"We'll do it," Allison said firmly. "We're having a Parent's Night here on Monday. You get him here for that and I'll arrange with the Satans for the rest. I guarantee that after he sees the way the Satans get you to perform, your husband will be fucking you so hard and so often that you'll hardly be able to walk. Oh my gosh, look at the time! We're going to have to run or they'll be starting the Friday games without us."
Karen hadn't noticed either how quickly time was passing. She had spent the whole morning giving that sexual exhibition to her homeroom class. Now it was a quarter to one and the two women had to rush to get to the basement and get Karen organized. They hurried along, risking broken ankles in their high-heeled shoes.
The steps leading down into the basement were particularly dangerous. They were dark and narrow and broken, littered by chips of stone from the dank, crumbling walls. Karen wondered, not for the first time at Emory, just what she was getting herself into. At the bottom of the stairs she actually had to take Allison's hand, for it was so dark in the damp basement that she might have been at the bottom of a well.
"It's not all like this," Allison reassured her, adding under her breath, "thank God!"
Apparently they had come up against a door, for Karen bumped into Allison as she stopped and heard the older woman give three quick taps in a kind of code on what sounded like wood. Allison confirmed the code by saving, "Only those who are invited know the knock to give to get themselves in. I hope I haven't gotten it wrong. I'm the one who makes the code and I keep using the one from last month or next month and forgetting the one for today."
She hadn't gotten it wrong after all, though, for a wedge of light burst into the basement as the door opened. Allison led Karen, shielding her eyes against the glare, into a room that, at first, quite simply stunned her.
The first shock was the sight of so many bodies. Karen had forgotten that fourteen teachers were to be fucked that afternoon all at once. By fifteen boys. The boys were already there and already naked. Their stiff pricks waved and bobbled in the air like the necks of so many walking geese while they helped their teachers to get undressed.
And the women! Karen could see at a glance that all her fellow teachers were pretty, but she wasn't prepared for the sexiness of the sight that greeted her as they got out of their clothes. There was something about seeing so many older women stripping in front of young boys that immediately sent Karen's heart tripping. And the women's bodies were so gorgeous. Their breasts were large and firm as they took off their bras. Their asses were high and elegant, and their hips were wide, the slim bones prominent under their skin. Here and there Karen could see how well those hips would fuck by watching a woman's cunt being probed by a boy's eager fingers or a woman preparing herself for the coming game with a "vibrator. The pussies that Karen could see looked wet and tight.
"They are lovely, aren't they?" Allison asked as she noted Karen admiring the women. "Actually there isn't a teacher here who isn't a marvelous lay, but you're going to out-do them all. So there's no need to be worried about the competition."
"I'm not really worried," Karen said slowly. "I'm just sort of amazed. I just realized that I've never been to a full-scale orgy before."
There was one woman in particular who had caught Karen's eye. She was an olive-skinned, dark-haired beauty who had taken off a floor-length dress to reveal herself clothed completely in white mesh lingerie. Her stockings, her panties, even her bra were made of the same fishnet material that still revealed everything. The woman appeared to be about twenty-five years old, and she was popular enough to have six boys crowded around her as she posed, smiling, for their loud admiration.
"That's Laura Masters, our music teacher," Allison replied when Karen asked her the woman's name. "She is so sexy. Don't you just love the way her nipples poke out of that bra!"
"I certainly do," Karen said. "I keep telling myself that I've got to get some wilder underthings. Now I know I have to. But look, if it's possible, do you think you could arrange for Laura to join us, in that outfit, when the Satans rape me next Monday night? I just have a feeling that Mickey would really enjoy watching her get laid right alongside me. And he certainly couldn't blame me for enjoying it if he saw how much fun it was for her as well."
"No, he couldn't," Allison agreed, "and it would be fun for her too. Laura likes to perform in public and pretending to be raped would really give her a thrill. Let me talk to her and see what we can work out. I'm sure that she'll do it if she's free. But come along with me, now. I want you to see the table we're going to play at."
Karen was led into the center of the room. There, a long, polished, dark wood conference table had been set up on a carpeted platform. There were no chairs, of course. Close up, Karen could see that a track was grooved into the top of the table to guide manacles which could be fastened to a woman's wrists and then pulled along until the woman was stretched out to a painful degree. There was a similar track on the floor around the table so that a woman's legs could be spread and fastened in the same way. Green saddle-like cushions were attached to the table at regular intervals at an angle that would, Karen saw, raise the bound woman's cunt to the perfect position for accommodating a cock. She stroked one velvet-covered cushion thoughtfully as Allison said, "Once you've been chained to the table, you're really quite helpless. You're not only bent over backward, but the boys make you wear your high heels so that you've got a problem keeping your balance as they fuck you. And since your head is thrown back, you're never really sure just whose cock is in you. Boys start biting your tits and pinching them. Actually, it's terrible and it's wonderful at the same time. I don't think I ever come as often or as wildly as I do at these sessions. Come on, let's strip and I'll introduce you."
The two women quickly slipped out of their dresses and bras. "Leave your panties on for now," Allison told Karen. "One of the boys will be taking them off you in a minute." She got up on the platform that supported the table and called for everyone's attention. When she had it, she told them that she wanted to introduce Karen Harris, the new English teacher, who would be joining them that afternoon.
"I think you might want to consider giving her the central position at the table," the principal went on. "As you know, the teacher who is chained there is the last to be freed, so she is fucked by the two finalists at the end of the game. I not only recommend that you give Mrs. Harris that honor out of hospitality, but I plead with you to do so for your own sakes. She's 38-24-36, and you can see for yourselves right now that every inch of it is succulent."
There was a cheer from the boys as Karen's measurements were so grandly announced and they pushed in for a closer look. Karen was pushed up onto the stage so that everyone could get a better look at her, and there were whistles of amazed respect for the taut, glowing wonder of her naked skin. Even the teachers who also came forward to smile at Karen and greet her looked somewhat stunned by the ripe perfection of her body.
"I don't suppose there's much question that she deserves the central position," a woman's voice said. "The question is whether she's up to it, Are you sure you can handle two of these studs today, honey? They're feeling awfully frisky. My boobs are sore from getting pinched already."
Karen looked down at the roar of laughter that greeted this statement and recognized Laura Masters, the young woman who had impressed her so much only moments before. "I don't know that I can handle them," she admitted, smiling, "but the sight of all those cocks bobbing up at me certainly has me willing to try."
"Far out!" The cry was taken up and echoed around the room and there was scattered applause for the new teacher's willingness to join in the fun.
"It's settled then," Allison called, "Miss Harris will be in the middle. Teachers, form a line with her. Boys, take off their panties and get them ready for the table."
Now there was real cheering, and Karen found herself part of a laughing, scampering line of teachers who joined hands around each others' waists and waited, clad only in nylons, panties, and heels, for their students to line up in front of them. Apparently names were being pulled out of a paper bag. As each boy reached in and pulled out the name of a teacher, he would run up and get in line below where she stood on the platform.
"Boy, is this my lucky day!" At first Karen couldn't place the boy who stood below her, looking up with unconcealed lust. He seemed so familiar, and yet-now she had it. He was the boy whose same look of hist had attracted her on the front steps of the school that morning. She had thought then that he could barely restrain himself from attacking her, his passion was so evident. Well, it was even more evident now. He was tall and well-built, quite handsome in a swarthy sort of way. Unlike the boyish appearance of the other boys' bodies, his had a thick mat of hair covering his chest and lower belly. It grew thickest over his balls, and out of the thatch there grew a stunning cock. It was truly man-sized and the boy grinned proudly as he saw Karen's eyes fix on it with respect.
"Like it?" he asked her as he stroked its long reddish length fondly. "It sure likes you. Ever since I saw you coming down that sidewalk this morning, I've had to keep thinking about math problems to keep my mind off my hard-on. I was hoping against hope that you'd end up here. Yes, sir, this sure is my lucky day."
Karen swallowed hard, watching him pull slowly at his prick. It was so hard and thick! The older woman could feel a force like gravity pulling her down toward it. She realized that she was licking her dry lips and that her hips were beginning to push in and out in a dry-fucking motion.
"Come on," the boy teased her, "just jump down here on top of it. It'll prong you good." He began to whip the rigid rod harder, making its head puff and swell. A little drop of pre-cum oozed out of its slit and glinted in the harsh bright lights. Karen's tongue flicked reflexively at it and the boy laughed. He put his hands behind his back so that, unsupported, the cock pointed right up at Karen's panties where they hid her wet cunt. "Damn if it don't know right where to look," the boy said gleefully.
"Is everyone ready?" Allison called, and a roar of assent answered her. "Then get their panties off them," she yelled, "and when you're finished with them, make sure they're ready. We don't want somebody running up with a stiff prick and getting it broken off on a pussy that's too dry to enter."
Suddenly Karen understood just what was going on. The boys were going to strip off the women's underwear and stimulate them until their pussies were ready to accept the continual assault of fifteen cocks during an afternoon of steady sex. As for herself, the last thing she needed at this point was more stimulation. Her cunt was already beginning to seep her love juices out of itself and her panties were getting damper and damper. The boy who faced her had noticed that immediately when he reached behind her and cupped her asscheeks in his hands.
"Hey, you're getting awful wet already, teach," he said mockingly. "Don't tell me you're not going to need my services, 'cause I sure am looking forward to eating that gorgeous pussy of yours."
"Oh!" Karen exclaimed, unable to help herself. The idea of this handsome boy crawling between her legs and actually licking at her hot cunt made her squeal with anticipated delight. The boy looked up at the beautiful topless teacher and grinned. "You like that idea, hull?" he asked. "Well, why don't we get started?"
Karen's hands clenched at the thin waists of the women who were being stripped beside her. One of them, her panties already off, was being tongued by a boy between her legs and she was beginning to squirm madly. On the other side, the woman was being teased as slowly and deliciously as Karen herself, and Karen could feel the light trembling of her skin as she waited for the exquisite sensations to begin in her cunt. If she feels anything like me, Karen thought to herself, she's ready to scream to get that tongue to work on her pussy.
The boy's attentions had become a form of painless torture. Instead of just pulling Karen's panties down, he was just standing there below her, running his hands up the exposed inner thighs of the teacher's spread legs. He was watching Karen's bare breasts heave with passion as the blonde woman yearned to have her panties removed and her cunt stroked and licked.
Karen could have cried with relief when at last she felt the boy's hands tug at the waistband of her panties. She wriggled her hips, trying to speed his progress in drawing them down over her hips. Finally, they were off.
Standing below Karen, looking up into her spread cunt, the boy was powerless to resist her sex appeal. His hands reached up and fastened on her outer thighs. His fingers stayed there while his thumbs dipped into her pussy and spread her cuntal lips apart. Now fresh air blew up into Karen's womb and she squealed with delight. The boy took two fingers, spit on them, and pushed them up into her pussy. To Karen it felt as though finally she were being fucked by a short thick cock. Her tits swayed and bounced as she thrust herself frantically forward and down onto the probing fingers. She twisted and turned, rubbing her throbbing clit up against the only thing that could relieve its powerful need, the thick, stiff shape that, at long last, was buried in her cunt. It wasn't all she wanted, but the pleasure the beautiful woman felt was incredible, and she knew there was more to come. Her wild glances around the room had noted the voluptuous joy of her fellow teachers. Each of them had her legs widely spread. Each of them had a boy buried between them. They hung on to each others' wildly twitching waists as their cunts were licked and sucked and tongued into ecstasy.
Moments later the boy had his face buried in her cunt. The beautiful teacher twitched in a joyous agony as she felt the hard rough touch of the boy's tongue on her dripping channel. She could scarcely contain herself as the pink outer lips were rudely pushed aside and the blunt, searching instrument flicked up inside her. Her asscheeks were clenched in the boy's grasping hands, and she gasped as he tugged them apart and pushed a long index finger right up against the tight, sensitive rim of her asshole. He was going to plunge into her there as well!
Karen was shocked at the thought., even a little repulsed, but as she bucked and swayed on the probing tip of the boy's tongue, she felt the pressure on her asshole gradually increase and knew that there was no way to escape it. And Karen was so driven by the sweet sensations of his tongue on her pussy that she had no notion of how she could cope with this new assault. She was thinking that she ought to be ashamed, but she knew that, really, she was ashamed of nothing. She was just a woman caught up in the joy of being naked and willing to respond to a boy's sexual overtures, and now she raised herself up on her toes to give his searching tongue even better access to her pussy. Her high heels came up off the platform, the boy's finger moved even harder up against her asshole, and now she knew that, this time when she came down, it was going to be forced up her ass.
Karen stayed up on her toes for a fearsomely long time, until her legs just wouldn't continue to support her because they were trembling so violently under the strain. It wasn't that she was so unwilling to accept the boy's finger in her ass. It was just that the sensations his tongue could give her when she was up so high were exquisite! He was able to reach deep into her cunt, and the rough, slimy surface he applied to her clit made her quiver with the desire to have his tongue flap right up against her womb. She stretched herself out as far as she could go and the boy crawled closer and closer until his nose was mashed against the cushioning mat of her pubic hair.
Eventually the boy crawled all the way beneath her and his head was bent back at a ridiculous angle so that he could flick his tongue straight up into her. Karen's juices were now spooling out of her cunt and running down over the boy's chin onto his chest. He opened his mouth wide and then closed it so that his lips scraped like blades all along the slippery outer surfaces of the teacher's pussy. He got a whole mouthful of her love-juice that way and he licked his lips as he swallowed it. Karen's pussy was now relatively dry outside and he pressed his mouth against it. He used his tongue to open it slightly and then blew into it hard. He felt it expand like a balloon.
For Karen the sensation was almost maddening. She felt the whole cavity inside her expand as if an air hose had been inserted into her cunt. It was the full, intense pleasure of this experience that took Karen up onto her toes and kept her there until she could no longer stand the strain. The beautiful woman had never been blown before and the newness of the sensation, along with its sensational delight, sent her right back up on her toes as soon as her legs could stand the strain.
Again the boy blew up into her wet and aching cuntal cavity and Karen arched her back, strained to stretch her gaping pussy and allow every bit of the boy's hot breath to penetrate her. The boy reached up and flicked her clit with his tongue and Karen felt the first surge of orgasm shiver through her. She could feel it building far back inside her and now as she came down flat on her feet the boy's finger leaned hard against her asshole and poked its way through.
The lovely woman closed her eyes, gasping with pleasure. This time, as she rose back up on her toes she made sure the finger stayed in her, gently turning as it reamed her ass. The boy blew again, flooding her yearning pussy with air and she felt doubly penetrated and doubly glad. She could feel her orgasm building step by step as the two separate implements of tongue and finger worked at the separate openings of her lower body and made the sensitive skin inside her leap and frolic with hist.
"Oh my God," Karen muttered as the room seemed to spin. It was like being drunk. She was so consumed by the whirling sensations that dominated her ass and clit that she couldn't see straight, couldn't think. Stupidly she thought, if it's like this for me now, what in the world will it be like when they begin to fuck me? And then all thought left her, for the boy's tongue, now slapping her stiffened throbbing clit in a frenzy, was finally driving her over the wall toward orgasm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
All other action in the room had stopped. Most of the other boys and teachers had been keeping one eye on Karen anyway, for the sight of a new naked body was an attraction they didn't want to miss. So they had the opportunity to watch as Karen was blown and finger-fucked before their eyes. They could tell by the tremors that shook her lovely white body that her orgasm was near, and they could see by the twisting of her waist and the jiggling of her large firm breasts that it was going to be a big one. Sweat was already running in trickling little streams down her shining skin, coursing between her tits and down over her flat, panting belly until it disappeared into her golden pussy hair.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOh my GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWD!" Karen shrieked as her orgasm enveloped her. Desperately she closed her knees upon the face of the boy who had been tonguing her, capturing his face and his precious open mouth. "Lick my cunt!" the blonde pleaded. "Lick it! Oh, please! I'll suck your cock till you're dry!"
The boy between her legs did his best to comply. The other boys and women frozen in watchful postures around the room could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down furiously as he tried to slaver Karen's cunt. But it was time to get down to serious business and start really enjoying this woman's cunt. He gave one final lick at her pussy and then rose up to stand in front of Karen.
The blonde teacher was disappointed to feel the boy's tongue leave her, but she had been gratified by her orgasm and pleased to discover that, despite its intensity, it had satisfied her without draining her. And now she could hardly wait to start on the new sexual action that awaited her.
All the teachers were ready now to accept the cocks that would be plunged into them during the game. The boys stood greedily in front of them, admiring their smooth and willing nakedness and lusting after their cunts.
"All right, gentlemen," Karen heard Allison say, "your women are ready for fucking. You may proceed."
Karen laughed out loud at the eagerness with which she was thrown back against the table behind her. Her ass struck the velvet-cushioned saddle and she was tipped so that she lay flat, with her cunt positioned for easy penetration by an advancing cock. The boy crushed her naked tits flat against her as he reached over to secure a manacle and clamp it onto her right wrist. The hard cold feel of the harsh iron ring frightened her for an instant as it was snapped over her wrist, but then she felt her arm pulled wide as the manacle was pushed along its track, and the beautiful blonde smiled at the way it posed her body. The manacle on the other side was attached to her right mist and also pushed out along its track.
With her arms helplessly chained, Karen knew what a delightful picture she must present to the lusting males all around her. Her magnificent naked breasts were deliciously poised along the backward-bending curve of her body, and their hard, dark nipples were in perfect position for stroking or biting by the boys who sank their cocks into her cunt. Her head was thrown so far back on the table that Karen would be able to see who was fucking her only by straining upward on the table.
She wished, for a moment, that they were going to blindfold her so that she would have no way at all of knowing who was screwing her except by the touch of the prick inside her.
There were to be no blindfolds, though. Apparently the boys wanted to be able to look right into the teachers' eyes as they fucked them, and Karen couldn't really say that she blamed them. She imagined it would be exciting if the woman was forced to strain upward from a table to look into her attacker's face. That would cause her cunt muscles to clench really hard around his cock, and at the thought of what that would do to both of them Karen shivered deliciously.
Her legs were being spread apart now, iron manacles binding them in the same way as her arms. The cuffs around her ankles were not cushioned at all by her nylons, and Karen felt the cruel pain on her ankles as her feet were twisted up high on her spiked heels and fastened there so that she couldn't move. She could feel the moistly-clinging outer lips of her pussy slowly being peeled away from each other as she spread her legs, and again the cool air seeping into her hot box nearly drove her crazy with sensual excitement. She trembled, and then trembled even harder as she felt a boy's hands running over her shoulders.
"You're looking awfully good, stripped and spread like this," the boy's voice said. "I just bet you're gonna feel awful good when fifteen cocks are pumping away inside you, too."
There was no need for Karen to reply. Her quivering body displayed her lusting mood as the boy's hands began to move downward, fondling her tits, stroking her nipples to perfect hardness, then moving downward along her slim, gleaming sides and meeting again in the middle, on top of the golden patch that surrounded her gleaming, spread, wet pussy. Two fingers probed her cunt.
Karen could feel, from the ease with which the fingers moved into her cunt and swirled the pulpy flesh inside her around, that she was completely ready. That was confirmed when the boy withdrew his dripping fingers from her and wiped them dry across her smooth belly.
"You are gonna be some fuck, teach," he said. "I just hope to God I can keep from coming until I've got this game won and got you down on a mattress over against the wall."
"Gentlemen," a voice interrupted him, "the game is about to begin! Remember that you must walk outside the line which we have drawn on the floor around the table. Once the music stops, you are free to run inside that line and go to any woman and attempt to spear her with your cock. If two of you go for the same woman, however, only the one who gets into her cunt first will be allowed to stay. If you find yourself cuntless at the end of a round, you are out. As a consolation, you may unchain one teacher from the back of the table and take her with you to one of the mattresses or chairs over against the wall. You can then proceed to enjoy her body in any way you choose. Are you ready? Begin!"
There was a scratching sound as a needle was lowered onto a phonograph. Then Karen felt her bound, nude body tighten with tension as the first strains of a march filled the room. She could suddenly imagine the stiff-cocked boys beginning now to fitfully walk around the table, looking into the teachers' furry, wide-open cunts, concentrating on the music and preparing to run.
Karen was so tense, concentrating so hard on the music and waiting to hear it stop, that she missed the interruption when it came. Suddenly angry, grasping hands slapped at her legs and the room was full of shouting as boys pushed and shoved each other to fight their way into their teachers' pussies. Two stiff blunt cocks were beating at Karen, one thumping up the inside of each spread leg.
There were two boys between Karen's legs, each of them trying to get into her snatch first. Karen was shoved this way and that, and her stockings were torn as the boys struggled. Apparently they were back-to-back and trying to face forward so that they would be in position to prong the helpless woman with their pricks. Neither one of them could get turned around, though, and Karen was beginning to think she would get torn apart by the struggle when suddenly she felt one of them give way as he was tossed backward. The other had a clear field now and Karen felt his cock tap lightly against her cunt as he swung it into position. The lovely woman tensed as her outer pussy lips were spread by the thick cockhead and she prepared for the riveting drive of the lusty boy up her cunt. She was stunned when it came. He must have gotten hold of a ledge under the table to get so much leverage. His cock came tearing into her oozing slit like a runaway express. He just flung himself into her, and Karen was snapped back against the table as if struck by a fist between her legs.
It was huge! Karen had no idea where these junior high boys got such huge cocks, but she could certainly see why it was going to be worth her while to teach at Emory. If she could count on getting fucked like this every day, she wouldn't ever have to worry about a dull sex life. In fact, she didn't think she'd worry about anything at all. She would just lean back, like right now, and let her cunt make her happy.
The boy, after his initial ram-jet charge, simply let his cock rest inside the teacher's pussy. It sat there throbbing like some weird obscene motor, carrying Karen's passions higher and higher as she waited for it to withdraw and repeat its assault. But it never did.
The boy was content to just stand there, letting his cock recover from the force of its entry by just standing quiet, being soothed and soaked by the sweet juices that ran off onto it from the blonde's hot cunt. It was like being inside a steambath, and it might have been nice for the boy: but Karen was hopelessly eager for action. She wanted to feel that big blunt cockhead snapping up against her clit, raising the temperature inside her box with its friction.
Karen began to weave her hips gently from side to side and felt the great swollen organ inside her stroked and rolled by the soft fleshy sponges inside her. The cockhead seemed to have lodged in the very top of her cunt where her cavity narrowed down to her womb, and now she discovered that if she clenched her asscheeks together it was as if she captured the huge cock in a soft, pleasurable vise. She used the trick once, twice, and was about to a third time when she felt her own hips imprisoned by the iron clamp of a boy's hands.
"For God's sake, hold still!" a voice muttered through clenched teeth. "You rub my dick around any more in there and I'm going to be coming all over you before the game's hardly even started."
Karen giggled in sudden recognition of the situation. The boy had been so stimulated that he had had to stand absolutely still, controlling himself, so that he didn't come. Karen almost laughed aloud at the difficulties she had been causing him by trying to get him to really fuck her cunt. Suppose he had actually cum all over her. Was he disqualified from the game? Or did he have to go around trying to shove his limp dick into the women with his hand until it recovered enough to go in on its own? Now that would be a sight to see! Karen was a little disappointed when the marching music began again, forcing the boy to withdraw his cock from her and preventing her from trying to make him come.
Again, now, the lovely woman was caught up in trying to anticipate the interruption of the music. Again it eluded her, and she was taken by surprise when the grasping hands pulled themselves in between her legs. This time, though, somebody had gotten to her early enough to prevent any competition. The boy who had captured her, whoever he was, had her all to himself, and obviously he couldn't wait to use her. He paused only briefly to position his cock, then slowly and steadily he slid it in to Karen's waiting pussy, letting it thrust deep before he began to pull it back out and establish his regular fucking rhythm. His cock wasn't quite as long nor quite as thick as the one that had plunged into Karen moments before, but it was quite presentable, with a number of interesting little curves and bumps that stroked Karen's clit as she lay back and enjoyed it.
After the next several rounds, Karen began to lose count of how long the game had gone on and how many cocks had been inside her. She had sunk into a deep pool of bliss from which she felt no desire to be awakened. Again and again a cock would thump up against her pussy and she would arch her back a little more to ease its entry in. Then, sometimes in sure, slow strokes, sometimes in brutal, angry thrusts, she would be fucked and her body would respond automatically until the cock was withdrawn.
Sometimes the boys would play with her breasts while they fucked her. More often they were content to just look at her ripe tits standing up so high for their pleasure while they used their hands to get leverage for fucking the delicious teacher's cunt.
Karen tried to pull herself up several times to see who was screwing her, but it took so much effort, and it proved so unrewarding, that she soon stopped. She had found a much more interesting way of telling the boys apart. She had begun to realize that each cock was different in the same way that each boy was different. Some were short and thick, some were long and thin, some stuffed her pussy full to bursting, obliterating all sensations except the giant one of having such a monstrosity inside her, some seemed so insignificant that they barely brushed her cunt lips aside as they entered her. Karen was finding that all the cocks pleased her.
CHAPTER NINE
It might have been hours or only minutes after the game had reached its peak-Karen really didn't know-when she noticed that the participants had been reduced to three. And two of them most definitely were the boys with luscious, mind- numbing cocks that she wanted so desperately to encourage to screw her. They had to be the finalists! They had to be! They had just followed one another into her and now Allison was saying, "All right, it's come down to the three of you. The two left when the music stops this time will get to share Mrs. Harris. Good luck!"
Karen tensed as the marching music began again. She couldn't hear the soft footfalls of the boys padding anxiously around the table, but she could feel the fever of their anticipation as keenly as her own.
The music stopped! Karen was tight as a banjo string with the tension of waiting. Hands slapped at the table, hauling themselves toward her. She heard an "oooh!" as someone caught an elbow in the stomach, and then not two hands, but four were grasping at her, clawing their way toward her vulnerable, willing cunt.
The excited woman couldn't tell one pair of hands from another. Only the bending cocks could have told her which one to favor as the boys, invisible to her, struggled between her chained, spread legs. Surely the two she wanted weren't fighting over her. They wouldn't be so careless as to tussle while letting the other woman, chained next to Karen, go to their rival unopposed. Surely, Karen thought, they must have seen too what a delight it would be to use her body together to serve their beautiful thick cocks.
But there was no doubt about it. The boys were turned sideways as they struggled and Karen could feel their stiff pricks rubbing along the insides of her thighs as the boys fought their way toward her cunt. Even though they were pressed upright against her legs and jostled by the movements of the three bodies within such tight confines, Karen knew without a doubt that these cocks were the ones she wanted. Her favorites were fighting each other, and one of them would have to lose. Karen realized with sorrow that there was nothing she could do now to bring her finest fantasy to life. The two splendid cocks were not going to fuck her together. Unless... well, at least it was worth a try.
Karen heard the boys' snorts of astonishment as she began to accomplish what seemed to be impossible. Her legs were spread incredibly wide to start with and the bite of the manacles into her ankles was fearsome. The struggling boys had appeared to stretch her as far as was humanly possible. And yet somehow, in spite of the searing pain in her gaping cunt, Karen bent her knees outward, cleared a space, and both boys suddenly found themselves with the ability to turn together inside the confines of her legs.
Both of them stood there then with their ready cocks prepared to fuck her. It was only a question of who thrust first. In their surprise at so suddenly finding themselves handed the prize they had been struggling for, they stood for a moment just staring and then each, at the same moment lunged.
Karen felt the pressure of twin cocks against her cunt even through the pain in her manacled legs. The pleasure of anticipation had been so sweet, and now fulfillment was only seconds away. "Don't fight," the tortured and pleasured teacher pleaded. She was gasping with the effort of speaking through the intensity of her sensations. "Please, together!"
"Huh?" the boys' voices registered their disbelief. "You want us both, Jeez!" They were stunned by her willingness. Karen could hear that. But she could also hear the undercurrent of awe and attraction.
"Please," she gasped again.
There was a momentary silence, and then, "Well, if that's the way she wants it... "
Karen could have died with pleasure, in spite of her pain, when she felt the firm tension of the two full cockheads pushing against the spread width of her pussy. Side by side they jammed up against her and she felt one slide off her slick wet surface and poke up over the thatch of her pubic hair. She would have to spread her legs even wider! The beautiful blonde shut her eyes tight against the raging pain at her ankles and tried to spread her legs farther. It was no good. Her skin and bones and muscles just didn't have any give left.
"Hey man, not that way. Like this." Karen heard the voice dimly through her pain and frustration. What she felt drove the pain and frustration completely away. The two boys were cooperating, stacking their pricks up. They were coming into her with one on top and one below, splitting her pussy up and down instead of sideways. And it was working! The shapely, overjoyed teacher could feel the vibrating, pulsing pressure against her aching pussy increasing, still increasing, increasing to marvelous heights of sensual anticipation and then exploding into joy as, together, the massive pricks slid into her gaping, honey-dripping hole.
It was like being fucked by a pole, Karen thought in her excitement. Her clit had been battered aside and she could feel the juicy walls inside her pussy being pushed backward by the advancing cockheads. Her cunt walls were pushed out, then fell back and sexual joy slid along their length like a train along a track. Karen quivered with the lovely, thrilling speed of it.
The cocks were being held on top of each other by the tight tensile strength of her cunt-hole and she began to respond to the regular fucking rhythm that the boys had already established. Her hips rose and fell to the insistent in-and-out beat of the leering, sex-driven students. Her golden pussy hair flashed in the light as she flung herself on to the cocks that pierced her, tried to take them ever farther into herself, even get them up into her womb. She could feel the awestruck gaze of the boys on her naked body as she answered their lusting thrusts with lusty movements of her own. Their hands reached out to fondle her hard nipples and she felt the almost tender circles that their rough fingers traced on her smooth melons raise her to unimaginable peaks of excitement. Two of them were fucking her cunt together! It seemed unreal to Karen even now, when it was actually happening. How had she ever been content with the thin, fleeting satisfaction she had gotten from sex during the years of her marriage? This was the way it was meant to be. The beautiful woman could feel her body's needs being answered in ever.' stroke of the boys' driving cocks, in ever.' thrust of her own answering hips.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned, "fuck me deep. Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop!"
"Not about to, baby," a voice grunted in answer, and Karen realized, through a sex-induced haze, that the voice was familiar. She had heard it recently, but whose? The lovely woman couldn't be bothered to try to remember. The liquid hot flow of her pussy was draining out of her now, leaking down the curve of her asscheeks and collecting in a pool. Never had her body responded so furiously to stimulation. Her female juices were almost embarrassing her, they were running in such quantities! But she knew the boys loved the way her molten cunt bathed their feverishly excited cocks. She trembled with new delight when one of them dipped his finger into the pool that had spooled off her ass and collected under her and then rubbed the silky- moisture around the tight dry crevice of her asshole.
Karen thought, my God, if he shoves his finger up in there I'm going to come. Just like that! I'll just start coming and never stop!
The boy must have sensed the hungry eagerness in her body because now he swirled even more juice from her own cunt onto her ass. "Like that, baby? Huh?" he asked cooly as the teacher moaned and writhed above his probing finger. "That's it," he encouraged her. "Let's see those tits wave in the air. Push that pussy down harder on my cock. In just a minute I'm gonna push this finger up your ass and you're gonna take off for the moon."
God, he was good, Karen thought. He was almost turning her inside out with the urge to fuck and fuck until she just collapsed from exhaustion. His probing finger, playing right along with the smooth rhythm of the two cocks inside her, were making her throw her body at the two boys as though she were nothing but a shameless whore. Well, maybe she was. She didn't care! She just wanted those two cocks to keep reaming her pussy like pistons and now she was desperate to take the boy's finger into her ass. She began writhing furiously, eager for more stimulation.
"Now not so fast there, teach," the boy's voice said cruelly and calmly. "Just hold your horses. Or at least hold your ass." His silent companion gave a low, throaty chuckle, and Karen realized with despair that they meant to keep her hanging on the edge of orgasm until they were good and ready to let her come.
"Please," the lovely woman begged them, "I can come right now if you'll just push your finger up into my ass. I'll come all over your cocks, and that'll just be the first time. I'm going to come again and again. Please let me. Oh, please!"
"By damn," the boy's voice said, "I told her she'd be begging for it. And she is! Well, sorry teach. The first time you come is gonna be the big time and old Reuben here and me, we'd sort of like to go along for the ride." Reuben! Suddenly Karen knew who the calm, taunting voice belonged to. The nameless boy who had eaten her cunt to get her ready for the game! The one who had stroked his long thick cock before her hungry eyes and told her he would be with her-and in her-at the end. He had done it! Along with Reuben who had obviously pushed his way into the game somehow. The Savage Satans could do whatever they wanted. But Karen realized that she alone had made this ending possible. She had given them both the opportunity to split her cunt together. And now, in return, they were denying her the orgasm that she wanted so much.
With a terrible effort, the lovely blonde did a sort of semi-sit-up to look at the two boys who were fucking her. They looked back appreciatively at the beautiful body, its tits hanging free under the chained wide-spread arms, which she thus presented to them.
"You're not being fair," she gasped tearfully, "you've got to let me come!"
"Oh, we're gonna let you come!" the handsome hairy boy she remembered so well now said. "In fact, there ain't gonna be no way we could stop you. We just want to make sure that we all explode together. That way, it's gonna be a real show that everybody can enjoy. So you just lie back down now and fuck for us. Come on! Be a good teacher! Fuck us hard!"
"Oh!" Karen raged in frustration, but there was nothing she could do except comply. She was absolutely helpless, though she was glad she had taken the opportunity to confront the boys directly. For one thing she had looked down between her legs, and the sight of the two boys squeezed in there together, the sight of two cocks sawing away at her dripping hole, was one she carried back down with her to her blind position on the table. It stayed with her there, vastly increasing the intensity of her sexual experience. But she had also noticed that the three of them were the central sight in the room, and that truly excited Karen. The lovely teacher had always liked to be in front of an audience and she had noticed that, all around, sexual activity had stopped and boys had left their chairs and mattresses, bringing their women with them, to watch close-up the sex-exhibition that Karen and her partners were providing. Even the boy who had slipped unopposed between the legs of the teacher chained next to Karen was content to just let his cock lie inside her while his gaze rested on the astounding sight right next door. The game was obviously over, Karen realized, and everyone was a winner. She had gotten a wink from Allison who, as usual, was on her knees in front of a boy, expertly sucking his cock while she watched Karen getting fucked on the table up above her. Karen had winked back, thinking it just might be possible that she would come from the sheer pleasure of being screwed in front of all those lewdly-feasting eyes. She doubled the vigor of her pussy-thrusts, straining now for climax.
"That's it, teacher baby," the nameless boy crooned. "Just let the pussy fly now, let it ride right up our cocks."
Karen heaved and sweated with the effort to do as he said. She could feel the twin cocks scraping her cunt raw with the force of their powerful strokes. The delicate lips of her cunt must have been glowing red as coals from the heat of the friction between them. She could feel the burning sensation beginning to tell her that they were being rubbed raw.
The only thing that mattered to Karen now was struggling once more up the steep, slippery slopes of yet another orgasm and plunging, drained and exhausted, down the other side. Karen bucked and whipped and flayed her pussy onto the young boys' cocks and she felt the fury of her response pump them up to even greater efforts. She was going to carry them with her! She could sense their climaxes beginning.
"Hey, man, I'm getting there. I'm getting there!"
"Hold on. Just hold on for chrissake!"
"Hurry up. I'm gonna shove my finger up her ass in another second. Come on! I can't wait for long!"
"All right. NO! Just a minute! Just a-okay NOW!"
Karen arched her back, raising her willing ass off the table as the two frenzied boys were carried along by the heady flow of their passions. The one boy's finger whirled madly around the tight, pursed opening into her ass, spreading the woman's juices thickly over its outer surface, lubricating the tender skin around it. Karen felt her climax approaching steadily as the boys shouted back and forth at each other. She was ready. There was no doubt about it.
The finger plunged into the vulnerable naked woman like a spear. She felt it slide along, too shortly, too briefly, but then it began to turn in small reaming circles and Karen realized that the boy was stroking his own cock through the thin inner membrane that separated her cunt from her ass. The double sensations overwhelmed the thrashing teacher. Her cunt was stuffed so full and now her ass stuck and swirled on the whirling finger. It was too much, much too much, and the teacher felt the final trembling of her luscious body begin. Her light but piercing voice rose to join those of the boys who had begun their own shouting moments before.
"I'm coming!"
"Oh man! Me toooo!"
"FUCKIN' AAAAAAA!"
Karen felt their spurts begin as tiny droplets spraying the upper limits of her cunt. She could feel her pussy filling like a water-balloon with the thick globs of jizz that were being shot into her. She heaved her ass upward and some of it was discharged under pressure, with a wet slurping sound, onto the boy's sagging balls. It drove them together to one more flaming thrust which jangled Karen up against the stretching limits of her chains, literally raised her off the table with its fury and made her cry out with pain that she could not distinguish from pleasure.
Then Karen's body was seized and shaken by a releasing, liberating spasm. The boys and everyone gathered around them and looked on in awe as the beautiful blonde's naked ripeness was shaken like a leaf in a high wind before it seemed to collapse and deflate so quickly and so completely that it seemed for an instant that life itself had left. The boys, weak and trembling themselves, backed almost wearily out from between the lovely teacher's legs. Their cocks were still held tightly by her grasping cunt and they were stretched out into the slippery' hole until they could stretch no more. Then they pulled free with wet hollow pops and dangled, wet and dripping, between the boys quivering legs.
"Man!" the nameless one sighed. "I have never, never in my life had a fuck like that before. And to tell you the honest truth, I don't know if I'll ever have the strength to have one like that again."
"Hey, man," Reuben replied, equally wearily, "you know that's what you feel like now, but I'll guarantee you that in just about one hour from now your prick will be standing up so stiff from just thinking about what the two of us did to this broad here."
"I would never have believed anyone could do it," one of the teachers told Allison. "Billy Joe and Reuben have both fucked me at different times, and their cocks are so forceful. They leave you sore for days afterward. Just the thought of having them both in me at once is enough to drive me crazy."
"She's just extraordinary," Allison agreed. "But I think that what we're seeing is unusual even for her. I mean she really could have been injured if they hadn't quite fit. If only she got more sexual satisfaction at home, she wouldn't be driven to take such chances."
"Maybe so," the teacher said doubtfully, "but if I even had half a chance to pull off what she did today, I'd be trying out that half-a-chance all day long."
Allison stayed by Karen as the afternoon went on. She knew there was nothing wrong with the lovely younger woman except the strain and exhaustion of intense excitement. Still, she wanted to be close by just in case. Gradually the room emptied as the boys who had taken their teachers back to the chairs and mattresses along the walls finished with them and left. Several were so turned on by the demonstration that Karen had put on that they wanted to stay and make her repeat it for them when she woke up. Allison was firm in refusing.
"You'll all have a chance at her before the school year is over," Allison told them. "You can plan whatever you want for next week or next month, but not for now."
Everyone had gone by the time Karen sighed deeply, smiled a little, and finally opened her eyes.
"Hello there," Allison greeted her, "you've had quite a rest, but then I guess you needed it."
"Oh, Allison, was I good? It felt so marvelous and the boys were so super, I had to wonder sometimes if it wasn't just them. I was good, though: wasn't I? Tell me I was."
"You weren't just good," Allison said smiling, "you were super. In fact, there seems to be some sort of competition developing among the boys to decide who gets to fuck you next. I think that soon you're going to regret being so good, actually. Nobody's going to give you a moment's rest."
"Rest!" Karen laughed. "As far as sex goes, believe me, I've had all the rest I'll ever need over the last few years. In fact, Allison, do we really have to wait until Monday for the Satans to rape me in front of Mickey? I know it's not forever, but still, after the kind of pleasure I've had here at school in the last two days, I just don't want to go any longer without some real sex in my marriage too. And the weekend is such a perfect opportunity for Mickey to really discover me. If you could just bring Laura Masters and some of the Satans to the house tonight?"
"Tonight!" Allison cried. "After what you've been through today, you want still more tonight?"
"Allison," Karen smiled, "believe it or not, I'm ready for more of the same right now. I just can't tell you how much sex like this means to me. Promise me you'll try to arrange it for tonight. Please, Allison!"
"Well, I don't know," Allison said. "It's awfully short notice."
"Allison, really," Karen laughed, "how much notice do you need before you let yourself be stripped and fucked by some of the most magnificent cocks in town? Somehow I thought that you were the kind of woman who wouldn't need any notice at all."
"You know," Allison said, smiling back, "you're right. In fact, my tits are starting to get all hard and pointy just thinking about the fun we can have. Laura Masters will be the same way. Especially when she finds out that she'll get to pretend she's being raped. Something tells me that no matter what she was scheduled for tonight, she'll cancel it in favor of this. So! Okay! It's settled. Come on, now. Let's get you up and get you dressed. Then you'll have to hustle home to get ready for some of the liveliest fucking you'll ever see."
"I'll be ready," Karen vowed. "In fact, I'm ready right now. You won't be late will you, Allison? I'll go crazy if I have to sit and wait with my cunt so hot and wet."
"We won't be late," Allison assured her. "After all, Laura and I are rather fond of sex ourselves. And the Satans aren't the sort to tolerate long delays. You just be ready when we come."
CHAPTER TEN
By eight-thirty that evening, Karen was looking at her watch almost every thirty seconds and wondering what Allison had meant by "early". She was all the more frustrated because everything else had been going so well. She hadn't even had to clean up the bedroom, which was one reason why she had time on her hands. Mickey had been extraordinarily neat. He had hung up his clothes after getting home from work. He had even taken a shower and put on clean jeans and a clean shirt. It was all so unusual that Karen was tempted to ask him if anything special was planned that night. She didn't, though. It might look too crude later on.
It'll all go for nothing, the beautiful blonde was thinking, if he falls asleep in that chair and we have to keep waking him up.
Mickey was already beginning to nod over his paper. At his feet. Chief, his large, sleek Dalmatian was already asleep. Karen wondered for the tenth time if she had locked the front door and knew for a fact she hadn't. Whenever the Satans wanted to burst in on them, the door was open and ready. Just as Karen was. Ever since she had gotten home from school, the teacher had been looking longingly toward that door, expecting it to be thrown open at any moment.
The door wasn't flung open. It opened so quietly that Karen was hardly aware of anything going on until the living room of her house was full of silent, stocking-masked boys. In front of them, bound and gagged, they pushed Allison and Laura. The two women were dressed in very low-cut, figure-hugging evening gowns, which stunned Karen almost as much as the swift entry of all these people into her house. She never had a chance to move. There was suddenly a boy with a gun standing over her and one standing over Mickey as well. It was funny, Karen thought, but she really was afraid. Even though she knew it had been planned, the terrorist-like entry of these masked boys scared her silly. Even Chief, the Dalmatian, seemed cowed. He only whined. Karen couldn't bring herself to look at Mickey. Nobody said a word. Then one of the boys stepped forward and swiftly untied the gag from Allison's mouth. He pushed her forward so hard that she almost fell.
"Oh, Karen," she sobbed, and her voice was so full of fear and despair that Karen couldn't believe she was acting. Was something really going on? The blonde teacher looked at the sobbing principal with real apprehension. "Somebody called us," she was saving, "somebody-a man. We were both at my place, getting ready to go out together, but he said there was trouble at the-at the school, and I had to hurry down there right away. I didn't know what to do. I went. And Laura came. And when we got there, they were waiting. Oh, Karen, they made us bring them to you. They won't say why."
"Shut up, bitch!"
Karen was really terrified now. Not just because the fear in Allison's eyes seemed so genuine, but because she didn't recognize the boy's voice. Surely Reuben or Artis or Johnny would have led this expedition, but Karen had never heard this voice before. It was coming from directly above her, from the boy who held the gun so threateningly to her head.
"The bitch says we won't say why," he snorted. "She knows why. She hired you and never told us a tiling about it. Well, we don't like that. Nobody works in our neighborhood without our okay. We just dropped by to tell you that."
"But the Satans did say okay," Allison was insisting.
"The Satans!" The boy practically spit the word out. "I'm telling you the Satans are out. The Blood Barons are in. And you are gonna have to learn that lesson, you slut! You want to see what I think of the Satans?"
Karen sat horrified on the chair as the boy left her and went over to Allison who backed, cowering, away from him. So it was true! These weren't the boys she had asked for. They were bigger, wilder, meaner-looking somehow. Maybe it was just the awful anonymous ugliness of the stocking-masks, but they really looked fearsome . Karen trembled as the boy went after Allison.
"You want to see what the Blood Barons think of the Satans?" he kept asking her. She was up against the wall now, no place to go, and the masked boy stood in front of her and unzipped his fly. "We think the Satans are for pissing on," he told the beautiful woman who cowered in front of him in her evening gown. "We think anybody who even talks about the Satans is for pissing on. So I guess that includes you."
"No," Allison was pleading, "please, no." Her hands were bound behind her with rope and she was cornered. She could only try to rise up very tall on her toes and try to press herself into the wall. Karen watched in sympathy as the boy uncoiled an incredible length of cock from his pants and pointed it at the gorgeous helpless woman before him. She was still pleading, "please, please," as he whipped a thin hard stream of piss across her bare white shoulders. It splattered upward, droplets of it soaking the walls and splashing across Allison's face and running down her neck. She moaned, trying to turn her face away, and golden rivers formed on her shoulder blades and ran quick and fast into the private space between her breasts.
The boy kept on. Karen was both horrified and fascinated as he calmly soaked the entire front of the lovely woman's elegant dress. He paid special attention to her heaving, helpless tits, hosing them so thoroughly that the bosom of her evening gown went all limp and soggy and the outline of her strapless bra was clearly visible beneath. The rest of her gown clung to her skin as well, and the acrid stench of the boy's piss filled the room.
"You, you can't do that." It was Mickey. Karen had never before heard him speak with such passion in his voice. But was it anger or fear that made him so hoarse. She prayed that he wouldn't try to interfere. The other boy with a gun stood right over him, and Karen knew these weren't the happily-sexual boys she had been expecting. These boys were like monsters! Mickey must have recognized that, too, because even though he repeated, "You can't do that," he didn't move. "We can't do what?" the boy with Allison asked. He had at last finished degrading the lovely older woman and now he backed away, watching, as she sank in humiliation into the piss-damp carpet on the floor. "We can do any damn thing we want," he told Mickey, wheeling to face him. "We haven't even started. We still have to teach that broad over there a lesson. She your wife?"
Karen could see the confusion on Mickey's face. He didn't want to make things worse for her by admitting that they were married, but what good would it do to deny it? Finally he just nodded in frustration.
"Well, we're sorry you have to watch what's gonna happen to her," the boy said, "but then maybe if you relax you'll enjoy it. Tell you what. We'll give you that other bitch there to entertain you while you watch. We didn't expect her to be with the principal bitch so she's extra. You want her?"
Karen could see Mickey's eyes drifting in frustrated lust over Laura Masters's available body. The bound and gagged young woman looked incredibly sexy. Her evening gown was slit far up the side and one shapely leg, sensual and firm in its fishnet stocking, was visible all the way up to her thigh. Karen remembered that she had asked especially that Laura wear her fishnet bra and panties as well. If Mickey could only see those. Karen was amazed to find that she was actually jealous. After she had deliberately planned something just like this to turn Mickey on! Suddenly she heard herself saving, "It's all right, Mickey. Take her. Enjoy her. There's really nothing else you can do."
She could see the gratitude in her husband's eyes as Laura was roughly untied and un-gagged and pushed over to him. Maybe she was getting more than she bargained for, but Karen certainly could count on Mickey's getting a whole headful of new sex-sensations that he could try out on her later. If she survived. The boy who guarded Mickey had put a hand out and clenched the bodice of Laura's evening gown. As Karen watched, he roughly ripped it away, baring the woman's lovely ripe body in its revealing fishnet lingerie.
"Get on the man's lap," he ordered her. "And whatever he tells you to do, do it. You're his whore, understand?"
The beautiful young teacher nodded, and then all eyes turned to Karen.
"Come here," the boy who had been standing over her said. He was in the middle of the living room, between Allison who still lay slumped on the floor and Mickey who now had Laura Masters cuddled on his lap. Karen rose from her chair and walked cautiously over. "Put your hands behind your back," the boy said.
When Karen had done as he commanded, she was immediately conscious of how vulnerable it made her. Her whole body was presented for the boy's eyes, making her feel absolutely defenseless. The slow careful way the head in the stocking mask moved only increased that feeling. Karen knew his eyes were lingering on her breasts under the tight sweater she wore. She could feel their pressure on the gentle swell of her mini-skirt over her concealed cunt. She felt them on the long, smooth length of her nylon-clad legs. It was exactly as if he were stripping her, and the blonde teacher felt some of her fear disappear in the delicious sensation of being naked before a group of boys.
"You look good," the boy said at last. "You look like a real good fuck. What kind of earrings do you wear?"
The question stunned Karen. It took her a moment to adjust to the apparent change of subject. "Why. the clip-on kind," she said at last. "I've never had my ears pierced."
"Good thing, too," the boy said mysteriously. "Pistol!" he yelled suddenly, "go in her bedroom and get a pair of her earrings. A nice heavy pair." One of the boys against the wall slipped silently away toward the bedroom, but Karen didn't have time to wonder what was going on. The boy had handed his gun over to someone else and now told Karen, "Step right up against me, but keep your hands behind your back."
Karen did as she was told and her full ripe body pressed up against the slim body of the taller boy. "Oh, yeah," he said as the full pressure of her tits and thighs became apparent to him, "oh, yeah. You are gonna be some kind of fuck. Now what I want you to do is this-my hands are gonna start to explore you under your skirt and then move up your body. They don't want to find anything in their way, so your hands better get busy. You better get everything out of the way so I can feel any part of your bare skin that I want. Got that, teacher? Let's go."
The boy's hands slipped under Karen's skirt and settled on the bare skin of her legs between her nylons and her panties. Quickly Karen reached down with her own hands and tugged desperately at the slim elastic waist of her bikini panties. The material wouldn't give. All she could do as the hands advanced up her legs was to push her panties down, baring her pussy for the exploring fingers that reached for it.
Apparently that would do. The boy's hands moved aside as Karen's pushed the panties down, then moved up over the naked skin that was offered them. Karen, with her panties all around her thighs, concentrated on keeping her body pressed up against the boy's. It was a crazy feeling to be like this, neither quite naked nor quite clothed. And it was nice! Karen discovered that the tension of her panties around her thighs made her all the more aware that her pussy was wide-open to the boy's exploring fingers. He touched her there and the beautiful teacher gasped with pleasure and pushed her tits hard into his chest. He played with her lightly, just running his finger back and forth between her fast-moistening cuntlips until he could feel her trembling all over. Then his hands moved up onto her waist.
Karen hastened to pull her sweater up over her breasts. She would have taken it off completely, but a word from the boy stopped her. He seemed to get pleasure from feeling her up as if they were in a classroom together, some place where they were in danger of getting caught and she couldn't risk getting undressed. Yet they were standing in her own living room, in front of her own husband! As long as it feels good, Karen thought to herself, why worry? And it did feel good.
The boy's hands slid slowly up her sides and by the time they reached her tits, Karen had unfastened her bra. The boy reached under the dangling cups and fondled the teacher's firm melons with real pleasure. Karen felt his hard-on pushing through his pants at her and she ground her hips against it as her tits were stroked and pulled. Her eyes were glazed now, her long blonde hair thrown back, her mouth half-open with lust. She knew Mickey would be watching her, astounded at the passion she was showing. Good! she was thinking. Maybe now he'll see what kind of a fucking machine can be. She pulled her bra off, letting the whole room see her tits being pinched and squeezed and fondled.
"Goddam, you're something," the boy was muttering.
Karen was surprised to hear herself say, "So what are you waiting for? Fuck me."
The boy roared with laughter. "You hear that?" he demanded of Mickey. "Your wife just told me to get down to business and fuck her."
Karen could hardly believe it, but Mickey was grinning. His pants were off and Laura Masters, bra-less, was on her knees in front of his chair. She was squeezing his stiff cock between her large, pillow-like breasts. "That's what you're here for, isn't it?" Mickey asked the boy. "Well, you gotta stick to business."
"You can talk," the boy said good-humoredly. "You can push your cock into that sweet cunt any time you like. But I gotta teach your wife a lesson before I can prong her."
"So teach," Mickey said. "I'll even try to learn a little something myself."
Karen could hardly believe her ears. Her own husband was just handing her over to these boys to use! If he was this willing to participate in sex games, he had probably been willing all along. And she had been letting him go to waste. Karen didn't know whether to be furious at her own stupidity or glad that it was finally coming to an end. Luckily, she didn't have much time to think about it.
"Here, teach," the boy was saving, "put these on," as he handed her a long, dangling pair of her own earrings. She was already wearing another set and she lifted her hands to undo them. The boy stopped her. "Not on your ears, teach. On your tits."
Suddenly Karen understood. Part of her lesson was to consist of the torture of screwing the heavy earrings onto her tender nipples! The boy had deliberately gotten her excited so that the pointed tips of her breasts would be as hard and sensitive as possible. Karen stood facing the boys in the room, and her husband, anticipating what he was to see, raised his cock up to Laura Masters's mouth.
"Suck it," he hissed, "I can't wait to try some of these things on her myself."
The masked leader of the boys abruptly reached under Karen's skirt and tore off her panties. "Okay," he said, "get those clamps on your tits."
That was what they were, Karen realized. She had heard about instruments of torture designed for women and she had often wondered how some of them would feel applied to her naked body. Tit clamps were among them, but she had never even thought of using her own earrings as a perfectly acceptable substitute. All she had to do was fasten the clasps over her pebble-hard nipple.
"Ooooooh!" The blonde woman squealed with the pain she had caused herself by turning too far, too fast. She would have undone the fastenings, but the watching boy's swift hand stopped her. "Oh, no, teach," he said. "This is a lesson, remember? Now clamp that other tit, too."
Tears were running down Karen's cheeks as the beautiful woman caressed her innocent breast before torturing it with the other earring. She brought the clasps up over her nipple, but she couldn't bring herself to fasten them. She was whimpering under her breath when the boy stepped up and brutally turned the screws for her.
"Oooooow," the blonde teacher cried. Her hands cupped her tortured tits, trying to ease their pain, but the boy seized her arms and pulled them behind her. Dressed only in her mini-skirt and heels, with the earrings dangling from her breasts, she was paraded in front of the invading boys, all of whom added to her agony by tugging at the swaying earrings and laughing at the lovely helpless woman's cries.
"Strip off your skirt," Karen was commanded, and when the tearful blonde let her last protective garment fall to the floor, she was clad only in nylons and heels. She tried to support the painfully drooping nipples of her breasts with her hands, but they were rudely struck away. "We want to see those tits hang, teach," she was told. "In fact, bend over so we can really see them."
"Damn, aren't they fine!" one boy said. He grasped both of them and pulled in a long, milking motion which made Karen wince with pain. The tortured blonde teacher was discovering something, though. The pain wasn't nearly as fierce as it had been in the beginning. Her nipples had begun to feel the clamps as only slightly pinching sensations.
The boy in front of Karen very carefully reached over and dipped one of his fingers into her honeyed pussy. As the beautiful blonde moaned with pleasure and tried to tighten her cunt around one finger, he laughed and withdrew it. "She's ready," he said to the room at large. "Time for her to take the oath."
"Kneel, bitch," someone said, and the naked teacher was pushed to her knees. The boys gathered in a semi-circle around her. The open end was toward Mickey so that, while his cock was being enthusiastically sucked by Laura Masters, he could watch what was happening to his wife. She was surrounded by stiff cocks, for all of the boys had dropped their pants. The rigid pricks pointed straight at Karen's mouth. "Repeat after me," the leader said.
"I am a teacher," Karen found herself saying, "but I am a woman first of all. My cunt is meant to be fucked. If any of my students asks me, I will take his cock in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass, or between my tits. I will drink his cum or let it splash on and in me. I will be a sex-slave whenever I am so commanded, and I am prepared to prove this now by fucking with-A DOG!"
Karen couldn't help the screech that captured her voice for the last two words. A dog! What dog? And then the circle of pricks parted to reveal Chief, Mickey's Dalmatian, a grinning Allison gently stroking his long thin red cock.
Karen didn't know what shocked her more, the sight of the long animal prick which she would soon be forced to take into her cunt, or the sight of Allison, completely naked now, and laughing heartily. What she said was even more stunning.
"Surely you've guessed by now that it was all a set-up. Your husband arranged for the job at school. He wanted you to get experience. We're happy to oblige and train you. We've done it for many other women and now you're prepared for wife-swapping, company orgies, the things that make tired businessmen happy."
Karen heard it only in bits and pieces. It only took a glance at Mickey to see that it was all true. He had arranged it! All of it! From the job at the school to this incident at home. He had done it to train her to be more sexually responsive.
Karen saw Mickey grinning at her. "Don't be mad," he was saying, "after all, you have enjoyed it. And it was only to get you ready for the games they play in the big time here."
"Mad?" Karen heard herself saying. "Mad? Darling, I'm only mad you didn't tell me you wanted me doing these things years ago."
"You don't have to really lav the dog," Mickey said, but Karen was already crawling toward it. "But I want you to see me do it," the blonde woman was insisting. "I want all of you to watch me."
The boys backed away so that Karen and the dog were left a clear space in the middle of the room. Allison waited until Karen's hand touched hers on the hard red prick and then she gently kissed the younger woman. "You are a sexual genius," she said. "I've never seen anybody take to sex like you. Can I get fucked beside you later?"
"Of course," Karen whispered and Allison moved away, leaving her alone with Chief Karen could sense the lewd breath of all the boys and her husband watching her. It seemed to fill the room with heat. All her attention, though, was focused on the tense rubbery rod which she wanted in her cunt. She knelt beside the dog, stroking its coat with one hand and its cock with the other. She could feel it trembling. She would have to make it very plain to the dog just what it was supposed to do. She moved around to its head and pushed its nose down so that the animal was assaulted by the tangy sharp odor of her cunt.
The dog immediately put out its tongue and lapped at the source of the smell. Karen heard the breath of everyone around drawn in sharply as the long pink ribbon probed into her snatch. When the dog had penetrated through the outer lips of her cunt, she knew she had him hooked. He followed her as she rose and walked to the coffee table by Mickey's chair. She sat on it, and when she spread her legs, her audience could look right up into her raw wet hole.
The boys crowded closer as the dog leapt back to work. Karen knew how it must be turning them on to watch her, thirty-two years old, a teacher, with her tits clamped for their pleasure and her legs spread for a dog. Each of them was stroking his own rigid cock. Even Allison, Karen saw, was watching with two fingers buried deep in her own dripping snatch.
Then Karen was overwhelmed by a wave of sensuous feeling. The dog had found her clit with his tongue, and the long, rough ribbon was snapping it back and forth furiously. Karen whimpered and grabbed the animal's long narrow muzzle with her hands, forcing it to stay there, encouraging it to lick her faster and faster until she cried, "YES!"
Karen's first orgasm exploded inside her. She twisted and turned on the table-top while keeping the dog's eager snout buried between her twitching legs. The watching boys saw her tits shake furiously, making the dangling earrings dance. A wave of thick hot juice rolled from between her legs and settled in a pool under her ass. It seemed it would never stop flowing, but even when it had, the beautiful teacher was unwilling to release the dog's face. "I want more," Karen was whimpering. "Please, more."
"Dog's turn now, teach," somebody said, and the boy's hot hands reached to grab the lovely woman and spread her over the coffee table so that the dog could mount her from behind. Her clamped tits were deep in the pool of warm oils which had just flowed from her own pussy.
The thick sensual feel of it heightened Karen's desire, and she reached eagerly between her legs for the dog's cock that her cunt would satisfy. It felt like a pencil in her hand, but when the dog's paws were steadied on her naked white back and he was slobbering onto her golden hair, suddenly the incredible strangeness of it hit her, and she thought, I'm really going to be fucked by a dog. Desire overwhelmed her, and she guided the thin red shaft toward her waiting hole.
There were boys down on the floor now, watching as the animal's prick plunged into the blonde's gaping cunt. It slipped in through the outer lips like a blade through a marshmallow. Karen hardly felt that there was anything inside her until she felt the tip pushing hard against her womb.
My God, the beautiful woman thought, he's that far up in my pussy! She moved cautiously forward to let the dog feel the sweet friction of her wet pussy on its dick. It was all the encouragement the dog needed. The dog bucked and pushed, bucked and pushed, sending its red cock slamming into the blonde teacher's pussy. Karen was shaken and staggered by the fierceness of the thrusts. Faster and faster they came until the beautiful woman was being shaken and banged like a loose door in a storm.
And then she felt it, just a spurt at first, then a clot, a wet, splattering gob that splashed up into her womb and was followed by another and yet another. My God, she was thinking, how can it come so much, but still it went on until her cunt couldn't hold it all and the thick, hot white fluid went running out of her hole and down her legs. It soaked her garters and nylons before, exhausted, the Dalmation gave one brief bark and backed away.
Karen's tits were soaked from her sweat. It ran off the cruel clamps and onto the floor when she stood. The dog's jizz still dripped from her pussy. Still she stood, unembarrassed, in front of her husband.
"Do you think I've learned my lesson?" the teacher asked him proudly.
"I guess so," Mickey answered. "You sure can perform."
"Then I deserve my reward."
"Of course you do. What do you want?"
Karen looked happily around the room. "Oh, about six cocks to fuck me and two pussies to eat. Do you think you could get me that?" There was no answer. Just a rush of bodies as they spread her out on the floor.
