Chapter 9

Following Jean's wild orgy with Dennis and Perry, she experienced a sudden change of heart.

She began to become extremely worried over her conduct. She recognized just how tenuous her job situation would be if news concerning her activities ever became known.

She wondered just how far she could trust the two young students in her class. Despite the fact that they were highly mature when it came to sexual development, and in understanding the myriad nuances of screwing, they were not as mature in other areas as she would like them to be. She was always afraid that they might talk out of turn, and as a consequence she would get in dire trouble.

Jean did her best to systematically avoid them in a social context. Every time they would come her way between classes, she would do her best to duck away from them.

"I wonder if she's trying to avoid us," Dennis said as he entered the classroom with Perry one morning.

"I've been wondering the same thing."

"Maybe we ought to do something about that."

"Let's hatch a plan."

"Now you're talking."

They discussed their plan of getting her involved once more.

After a good deal of thoughtful consideration, they concluded that the best way to bet involved with her anew would be through acting up some more in the classroom. They had calmed in the immediate aftermath of their sexual conquest of her. But now that she was attempting apparently to avoid any further contact with them, they decided that they would have to take steps to bring her back into line.

"Let's give her a real rough time today," Dennis winked the morning after they decided to deliberate over a plan.

"We're going to have to. We'll have to pull out all the stops."

"We will. We'll get her involved again."

"We'd better. My itchy cock won't hold out much longer."

"Neither will mine."

"Since I started fucking with her, I haven't felt the same toward the other chicks I was balling before."

"Same here."

By the end of the day they had Jean Johnson so angry that she was practically trembling. They cracked a number of off-color jokes, which had the boys in the classroom rolling with hysterical laughter, while the girls turned crimson in embarrassment.

"You two are absolutely uncouth," she shrieked, during the last period of the day.

"No, we're not. We're downright funny, otherwise all these guys wouldn't be laughing at us," Dennis said.

"You think you're very smart, but if you only knew how dumb you really are. Look at your test scores sometime."

"That's not what they pay off on," Perry laughed. "They pay off on how good a line of bullshit you've got in this world. That's how we're going to make it. We're both good bullshit artists."

"I will not tolerate such language in this classroom," she told them angrily.

"Why are you always saying that same thing?" Dennis asked.

"Because you're always using dirty language," she said.

"Can't you have a little fun," Dennis laughed. "This doesn't happen to be a playground, even though you like to use it as such," she said. "It can't be a playground," Perry said. "No, it can't be. I'm glad you're finally agreeing with me."

"That's not what I mean," he shook his head.

"Then, what do you mean?" she looked at him.

"If it was a real playground, I'd be playing with you on that floor right now," Perry laughed.

All the boys in the class laughed uproariously at his remark. He grinned like a Cheshire cat, proud at having made that remark.

"You vile creature," she screamed.

"I'm not vile, I'm just sexy."

"I've taken enough off of both of you."

Her trembling body pushed forward as she walked toward them. She delivered a hard slap with her right hand to Perry's face. She then did precisely the same thing to Dennis' face.

"What's all that for?" Perry asked, rubbing the soreness out of his face.

"That's for being so vile. And I've got more news for you both."

"What's that?" Dennis asked.

"You're both staying after school."

She turned around and walked back to the front of the room. As she sat down at her desk, she became terribly depressed. She sensed that the two boys were deliberately pushing her to the brink, in order to force her to keep them after school.

In spite of the fact that she was aware of this probable ploy, she still went along with it. Her reason was that if she had not disciplined them by forcing them to stay after school, there no doubt would have been more such outbreaks, either from them or from somebody else in the class. If some of the more unruly boys, those who were on the borderline, had seen Dennis and Perry get away with such conduct, and not be forced to remain after school, they could be expected to do the same thing.

The last period passed very slowly. Jean continued remaining fearful about the prospects of the after-school activity. She was afraid that she would be forced into a corner, and she had to prepare herself accordingly.

She knew that it was imperative that she not yield to their wishes, no matter how hot they might make her. She could not help but recognize that, unless she exercised tremendous caution, she would succumb to their advances. They were both attractive young boys, and they had given her, her greatest sex kicks.

She felt herself breaking into a sweat as she sat stiffly at her desk. Now the classroom was entirely empty, with the exception of Dennis and Perry.

"Just why are you keeping us after school, teach?" Perry asked sarcastically.

"Can't you ever knock off your smart alecky routine?" she asked.

"You've got us all wrong," Dennis said. "I'm afraid I've got you pegged in a totally accurate way. You're both out for what you can get, and that's it."

"You've been driving us nuts the last few days," Perry said.

"I'm afraid you've got it backwards. I've been the one that's been subjected to all the problems.

Remember, I'm the teacher and I'm trying to maintain some discipline in the class."

"That's not what we're talking about," Dennis said.

"That's what I'm talking about," she said.

"But what we're talking about is even more important," Perry said.

"I don't think so," she said. "I know that I'm paid to teach a class, and when the students act like a pack of hyenas, then everything goes awry."'

"But what's wrong with us is even more basic," Perry said.

She watched him jump out of his desk. He walked briskly toward her. She continued watching him as he unzipped his pants.

A smile of satisfaction surfaced on his lips as he observed her watching him very carefully. He pulled the prick out of his trousers and fondled it affectionately in his fingers.

"This is a beautiful cock, look at it," he said.

"Put it away," she said.

"You don't really want that."

"She sure doesn't," Dennis said.

Dennis then jumped up out of his desk and walked toward the desk of the teacher. She was becoming more fearful every second. The very thing that she should not allow to happen was actually happening. She was being forced into a corner. She recognized that if she yielded at all, there would be no turning back.

Dennis then unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard cock. Now she was staring at two hard cocks, which stood only a few inches away from her.

"You mean to say you're not impressed with this?" Dennis said.

"Yen, you mean to say you don't dig this action?" Perry said.

"Put those things away. I will not ask you again."

"I guess you won't ask us again," Perry chuckled. "You're so turned on you don't want us to put them away. Let's be honest."

"Just what are you two guys trying to prove?" she said with a tone of desperation.

"We're only trying to prove that you dig us and that we dig you," Perry said. "Let's knock off all this bullshit. Let's get down to brass tacks."

"Yen, let's have a good fuck," Dennis said. "If you don't want to do it here, we can always go over to your pad again."

"It just can't go on this way, it just can't," she suddenly buried her head in her hands and began to sob. "Can't you see, I'll be ruined, I'll be absolutely ruined, my whole teaching career will be over."

"We said we wouldn't allow that to happen," Perry said.

She looked up at them suddenly. "Just how can you stop it if somebody finds out?" she asked.

"Because nobody is going to find out," Dennis said confidently.

"We just wanted to get you here alone so we could talk to you," Perry said. "We're just desperate. We need some sex release, and we need it fast. We think you're beautiful, we love you, and after we had sex that last time over at your place, we figured that we would be set to have it with you again. We want to have it with you often. We love you, can't you see? We really do."

"Can't you find somebody else? There are an awful lot of girls around, you know," she attempted to reason with them.

"We just can't get used to anybody else now that we've had you," Dennis said. "You're so great when you let yourself go. There are very few women who will do that like you do."

"What do you say we have a party over at your place tomorrow night?" Perry said. "That's the big reason we made such a fuss in class today. We wanted you to keep us after school. We needed to talk to you."

"Was it necessary for you to make sex cracks?" she asked, still stung by all that happened.

"We had to get desperate when we saw that you weren't going to suggest keeping us after," Dennis explained. "We were hoping that, right after we started acting up, you would keep us after. But it took us quite a while to get you to do things our way."

"I don't like you using that kind of intimidation on me," she said.

"It was all we could do," Perry explained. "You run away from us every time you see us. We had to resort to something desperate."

"You want to have a party at my house tomorrow night?" she looked at them.

"You're damned right we do," Dennis said. "We'll bring some friends of ours, and have a blast. You remember what you said last time. You said that you liked sex with us better than having it with anybody else."

"I remember what I said."

"Are you going to tell us now that that was a big lie?" Perry said. "No, it wasn't."

"Then, what do you say about having a party over at your pad?" Perry asked.

"I suppose so," she finally conceded. "What time?"

"About eight."

"Just who are you bringing?" she asked.

"We ought to keep that a secret," Dennis said. "But I'll tell you one thing. You'll be damned happy about the whole thing."

"We'll be damned happy when we get to fuck you again. Can we do something now?" Perry asked.

"I'd rather we didn't," she said. "It's much too risky."

"Can we go over to your house?" Dennis probed.

"Come on, fellows," she managed a thin smile. "It's already Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. You can certainly wait until then."

"Yeah, I guess you need your rest until then," Perry quipped. "With cocks like ours to satisfy, you'll need to be well rested by tomorrow night."

"You're absolutely right," she nodded. "So please put those cocks back in your pants where they belong."

"We'll do it," Dennis nodded. "We'll be really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night."

She watched them zip their trousers back up. A few minutes later all of them had vanished from the class.

Throughout her drive home, she kept thinking about what she had consented to. She was still in a trap, but so far it had been a powerfully erotic one that she would not want to trade places over with anybody.

Maybe she was doing something wrong, but somehow it didn't seem that way to her. All she knew was that her pussy was receiving greater satisfaction, since she had met Dennis and Perry, than it ever had previously in her life.