Chapter 3
She continued to stand there trembling. Her legs were rubbery, and she was in a state of total bewilderment. She did not know what to do under the circumstances.
The longer she looked at those long hard cocks, the more turned on she became. She hated them for putting her in a situation like that, and she hated herself for reacting in the manner in which she was.
She recognized how dangerous it was to get involved in anything that reeked with sexual involvement with two students, yet there they were, sporting massive cocks that were hanging proudly on display for her.
Her face continued to redden, and as her eyes widened the two young boys became all the more confident about what they were doing. They recognized clearly by then that she was in the midst of a terrible dilemma, wanting to do the safe thing but too aroused to be able to do it.
"I'm just giving you guys one more chance," Jean issued them an ultimatum. "You'd better put those instruments of yours back in your trousers."
"Do you really want that? Level with us, do you really want that?" Dennis grinned.
"Of course she doesn't want it. She wants us to show her our dicks," Perry laughed.
Then they took a bolder step forward than anything they had done to date. As she watched, her eyes constantly widening, they reached down and began pumping up and down on those huge rods. Their masturbating movements continued to swiften until they were yanking on those hard dicks as fast and as hard as they could.
"This is absolutely disgusting. Stop it, stop it you terrible animals," she said in a quavering voice.
"You look like you're losing your cool, Miss Johnson," Dennis nodded.
"Sure she's losing her cool," Perry said, "If a gal's turned on, the first thing she loses is that cool. Look at her. She wants in the worse way to reach out and touch these pricks of ours."
"I know she does," Dennis nodded. "So come on over here, Miss Johnson, and play with our pricks. They're nice and hard and warm. You'll just love to touch them. Believe us, you will. Lots of other girls have touched them, and we haven't gotten any complaints yet."
"I'm not lots of other girls, and I'm not about to yield to your vile impulses," she said.
"That's a good one," Perry threw his head back and laughed, continuing to stroke his dick briskly. "You call your impulses vile. Hell, you're just a broad that's in heat, and that's it. There's not a damned thing wrong with that."
"I'm nothing of the sort. I'm just frustrated over what you guys are doing to me," she said.
"Bullshit," Dennis said.
"And I don't appreciate your language."
"Okay, so I won't use that word," he said. "Whatever word you choose to put in its place, whatever means the same thing as that, that's the word I ought to be using. You know damned well you want to reach out here and touch these pricks. You probably want us to do one hell of a lot with them to you. Only you don't want to admit it. Oh no, you're in the classroom and that's a big deal as far as you're concerned."
"You two are such absolute wise-guys," she said. "Now this is your last chance. Get out of here."
They watched her as she pointed toward the door. They knew precisely what she was thinking. That she could not hold back much longer. She was too far gone on them, too hooked on the size of those enormous pricks. She recognized that they would be capable of giving her a great deal of sensation, and she did not want to lose out on a situation like that. That is, unless she went against her true sex instincts and did what she considered to be the right thing.
"Just come on over here. Take a little walk toward us," Dennis egged her on.
"Yen, I'll bet you can't reach out and touch these things without wanting to go all the way," Perry said.
"You know, we're in torture now ourselves," Dennis said.
"Why are you two in torture?" she asked.
"Because we've got to get these dicks off. They're explosive, you know," Perry said.
"You're damned right they are," Dennis said. "When they're this hard and we're this hot, then we've got to explode."
"Just come on over and take a closer look at them, anyway," Perry said.
"I'm not interested in playing games with you boys," she said.
"I think by the size of these sticks, you can see that we're not boys," Dennis laughed.
"That's for sure," Perry said. "Any other broads that have had sex with us can tell you that we're anything but boys once the actions starts."
"You two are certainly proud of yourselves sexually," she said disgustedly.
"Why shouldn't we be?" Dennis said. "We've got damned good track records. We've screwed lots of broads. We've screwed them a lot older than you, as a matter of fact."
"Is that something to boast about?" she looked at them.
"It's something to be damned proud about, anyway," Perry said.
"As I said before, get out of here."
"Since she won't come over here to us, Dennis, then maybe we should go over to her," Perry grinned mischievously.
"That sounds like one hell of a good idea," Dennis nodded.
"Now what are you two planning?" she looked at them with concern.
She had been doing her best to edge away from them anytime that they had come close to her. Now she trusted herself even less than before. She thought that, if they came close to her this time, she just might get involved with them. It was something that she just could not afford, even though they both loomed appetizing and appealing to her.
Jean continued to back up until her buttocks were resting against the blackboard. She could back up no more. They had her in a corner. She wondered if she could resist them at that point.
Her heart pounded pulsatingly as she waited for them to finish narrowing the distance between them.
"Now get away from here, you don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you're doing," her trembling voice said. But by then, it was totally lacking in any authority.
"We know damned well what we're doing," Dennis whispered, "and so do you."
"Sure she does. She wants it, I know she does,"
Perry confirmed.
Now they were inches away from her. She was in very close contact with those hard dicks. They wanted her to get things rolling, to help them experience satisfying orgasms.
"Come on, reach out and touch this," Perry stepped forward.
"I'm getting out of here," she shook her head disgustedly. "You guys are both crazy."
She realized that it was her last chance to escape intimate contact with them. She did not trust herself. If she reached out and touched those rods, there was no telling what might happen. There was no telling how far she might go with them.
She edged her body away. As she did, Perry moved his body in the same direction that hers did.
As a result, when she attempted to walk past Perry, her right hand inadvertently scraped against his huge bulging cock.
She stopped instantly in her tracks. Her face now wore a mask of fear. She had done the exact thing that she had wanted to avoid at all costs. She had reached out and touched that huge bulging erection.
"See, you touched it, you touched it," Perry laughed.
"She sure did," Dennis chimed in. "I saw it."
"It was an accident, an accident," she shrieked.
"Sure, that's what they all say," Perry laughed. "Now you might as well stick around and finish the job. You might as well at least jack us off."
"I'll do nothing of the sort," she said. But by then she was more upset than ever.
"Come on, honey, you touched it," Dennis said, "I saw it. So why don't you just finish the job. Like Perry said, you can jack us off. Come on, you'll get some kicks out of touching us some more. You already touched him. So what's holding you back now?"
"It was an accident, I tell you," she said.
"Even if it was an accident, you still loved it. I can tell by the expression on your face," Dennis said.
"So could I," Perry agreed.
"Neither of you knows what you're talking about," she said. "Now get out of here. I really mean it. I'll have both of you expelled if you don't."
"What are you going to tell Mister O'Connell?" Dennis laughed. "Are you going to tell him that you were trying to walk away from trouble, and some student shoved his dick against your hand?"
"Maybe I will tell him that, only I won't use such crude language."
"I know he'd really get a laugh out of that one," Perry said.
"He sure would," Dennis said.
"What do you two want from me? Why are you bothering me so?" She looked at them and threw her hands up in a gesture of futility.
"Because we want a little action, and we both think you're beautiful," Dennis explained. "We can't help it if we're hooked on our teacher."
"Go out and get hooked on some girls your own age," she advised.
"Most of them act like absolute kids," Perry said. "You've got a little more experience. Besides, you're better developed than the other chicks we know. And, I'll bet, that once you let yourself go with us, you'd do more things with us than any of these other little twats that you run into around here."
"Is that what you think of women? Is that all they represent to you?" Jean asked.
"Hell no, they mean a lot more than that," Dennis said. "They mean a good piece of ass. That's quite a lot by my standards."
"This time I'm really going to leave, and I don't want you stopping me."
"Just reach out and touch this again," Perry said. She stepped around to the side.
"You're blocking my way, Perry. Please let me pass."
"Please reach out and touch this one more time."
"Yen, you've already done it once," Dennis said.
Her eyes dropped down between his legs. She saw that huge bulging cock, and with it she developed a great fascination for such contact.
Now the urges were getting ready to spill forth inside Jean Johnson. All too many times she had suppressed her true sexual feelings. She had lived conservatively, in hopes of being able to lead an exemplary life as a teacher. Then she was convinced that she would meet the right man that she would want to settle down with and marry.
But now all she could think of was satisfying her sexual urges. She just had to reach out and touch that prick. Particularly now that it was standing only inches away from her.
This time Perry, whose cock and balls itched noticeably, was not about to be put off. He kept shoving that huge dick closer to her. Pretty soon it was scraping against her hand.
"There you go, you've touched it again," Perry laughed.
"I had no other choice."
"Oh yes, you did. You could have gone away," Perry said.
"You were blocking my way," she said.
"But you didn't even try. You didn't even want to get away," Dennis said.
"I know she didn't," Perry said.
"Let yourself go, honey. Let yourself go," Dennis said.
This time she extended her right hand forward. It was shaking at first as she reached out and grabbed hold of Perry's hard dick. Once she touched it, she knew that she didn't want to let go of it "Oh, it feels so great with your fingers on that dick. It's wonderful. I'm glad you did it," Perry said. "I'm glad I stuck with it. I'm glad I didn't panic. Oh, baby, keep it up."
"Just what do you want me to do with it?" she looked at him.
"Jerk me off, jerk me off," he pleaded.
"And then when you get through with him, you can start with me," Dennis said.
Her fingers surged forward with blinding need. It was as if all of these instincts, which had been lying dormant within her and which she had suppressed for so long, had suddenly risen to the surface. She just had to reach out and let herself go, play with that massive bulging rod which rested between Perry Smith's legs.
"That's it, pump it, pump it good and hard," Perry gasped. "I really like it, I really like the action. Keep it up, keep shoving those fingers up and down my prick. It's great, I love it, I really love it."
The longer he egged her on, the faster her movements became. Soon she was losing herself in a blinding sea of passion. She began to break out in a sweat. It had taken a good deal to get her to go that far, and now that Perry had succeeded in pushing her to that point, he wasn't about to let up one bit. He would provide her with every bit of encouragement necessary prior to shooting off his hot rocks.
"Keep up that finger action. Keep those fingers going. I love it, I love it. Keep it up, baby. You're doing a great job," Perry encouraged her.
"Oh, she really knows how to use them," Dennis laughed, "It's great watching her play with that dick of yours."
"And it's great feeling those sensations," Perry said.
"I know, and I can hardly wait to get some myself," he said.
While Jean and Perry continued to go at it, Dennis found himself jerking on his own rod harder than before. Just the sight of that beautiful teacher, with her fingers pressing eagerly against that hot flesh of his friend, filled him with an overpowering need. He just had to have the same kind of action from this beautiful woman.
Finally the pace became so blistering that Perry could withstand it no more. He began to feel a tremendous surge of itchiness around his balls. It also extended itself around his cock. He felt a tremendous amount of excitation at the tip, recognizing that he soon would be expending his hot load.
"Keep it up. Just a few strokes more. I'm just about there. Keep moving those lingers. I want it, I want it, I want it," Perry said. "You're great. Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up, beautiful. Keep working on my dick."
A few strokes later he let out a breathy gasp. At that point a load of hot semen spurted out of the end of his huge rod. It landed on the floor.
"That was just great," Perry nodded.
At that point she dropped his rod. She shook her head, wondering what had driven her to such lengths.
"You look like you loved every minute of it," Perry told her.
"I should be ashamed of myself for doing it," she said.
"Like hell you should. You ought to be proud of yourself," Perry said. "I don't usually get excited that much from a gal jerking on my cock. Usually she's got to be doing everything to me, sucking my balls, sucking my dick, maybe letting me shove my pecker up her twat."
"Do you have to be so graphic?" she asked.
"Just filling you in on a little bit," he shrugged.
"Okay, now how about me?" Dennis implored. "Now I'm every bit as hot as Perry was before. What are you going to do about it?"
"I suppose you want the same kind of workout," she said.
"You're darned right I do. And I expect to get it."
"I'll say one thing about you two."
"What's that?" Dennis asked.
"You really know what you want."
"Around a beautiful dame like you, it isn't hard to figure out what we want," Dennis stroked his huge dick proudly. A smile surfaced on his face as he walked closer to Jean.
She breathed a heavy sigh. Then she looked at that explosive prick.