Chapter 3

The Roysters had renovated what appeared to be an old nursery into a classroom of sorts. The room was pleasant enough. A new blackboard covered most of one wall and faced a wallful of high, multi-paned windows. There were two desks, two chairs, a cot in one corner, and piles and piles of toys and books all over the place. It was the room in which I was to teach Lonny, Brent said.

Again I was hopeful. Why would they go to the trouble of supplying us with a classroom if my slave duties were to consist of nothing more than being a flesh object-a body for the dim-witted brute to pump copious loads of cum into? Perhaps Brent was merely trying to scare me, I thought. Perhaps he was teasing. Perhaps he had chastised Lonny for his gross indiscretion, and now, for the rest of my thirty-day stay, I'd face nothing more frightful than teaching the monster to act his age.

Of course, I knew better. But I allowed Rhonda to lead me to the big room at the back of the house with a glimmer of hope in my heart. I had been avoiding the thought of having to face Lonny since Brent showed me the classroom the night before. Now wearing the longest, loosest dress I owned, no makeup, and strategically having left my hair mussed from sleep, I prayed the gorilla-like giant would find me repulsive.

My heart seemed to stop when I entered the room and Rhonda-heartless bitch!-closed and locked the door behind me. Oh, Lord! I thought. He was there, across the room-all seven-foot of his bulk smothering a child's rocking horse, grinning insanely from ear to ear. I shuddered ... the last spark of hope ebbing away. I could tell, by the look in his lackluster eye, that although he might not remember his own last name, he most certainly remembered the tight little blonde pocket between teacher's thighs.

"Now Lonny," I offered, walking along the wall opposite him, to my desk. "This morning-ah!" I almost leaped straight in the air when he stopped rocking and grunted the obscene laugh I remembered from my first days at the house. "This morning I'm going to teach you to read from a lovely new picture book!" I hurriedly finished.

"Lonny likes picture books." He set the miniature wooden horse in motion once more. He picked his nose.

Oh! The horrible, inhuman beast! I thought ... nonetheless breathing a momentary sigh of relief. How had I gotten myself into this mess? I wondered. Quickly I selected the biggest picture book I could find in the pile on my desk, moved to the other, smaller desk, opened the reader to a pageful of horses, and returned to the relative safety of the blackboard. "Now Lonny!" I snapped with the air of authority I'd heard other teachers apply when dealing with troublesome pupils. "Be a good boy and go to your seat immediately."

With apprehension, I watched him rise from the rocker and shuffle laboriously to his seat. I was so relieved I wanted to weep. But I maintained my composure. Rhonda had been given orders to let us out for lunch at noon, I knew. I glanced furtively at my watch: 9:05. If I could maintain my control for only two hours and fifty-five minutes more!....

"Horsies!" announced Lonny, face alight as he pointed to the open picture book.

Quickly, while I had him engrossed in something other than me, I printed H-O-R-S-E on the blackboard. I repeated the letters, had him echo me-then told him to write the word five hundred times on the pad in his desk. Breathing another sigh of relief, I watched him open the pad, and wrap cigar-like fingers around the stub of a gnawed pencil. I watched the pink tip of a tongue the size of a python-almost as big as his loathsome dick! I thought-appear at the corner of his blubbery mouth. Quietly I moved to my desk. I had done it! I thought. Now it was teacher and pupil: the impersonal relationship we'd had before I allowed him to lure me into the dark cellar, and come up behind me, and....

I tried not to think about it. But my pussy grew nervous. I felt the cuntjuice soaking through the heavy black leotards I'd worn to hide my legs. Again I glanced at my watch: 9:15. If I could maintain my control for only....

But it was too good to last. Just as I was beginning to believe I had mastered the overgrown brat, Lonny slammed the picture book shut. He broke the pencil. He pouted. "I tired of this game, Carol!" he bellowed.

My gaze shot to the rocker. "You ... you c-c-can go rock on your horse then."

"I tired of horsies, too!"

Oh, my God! I thought, cowering. "Then pick your nose!" I hollered hysterically.

For a moment I thought he was going to obey the absurd command. Instead he rose from the desk. The insane leer was back on his rubbery face. "We fuck now," he said as a small boy might say "we go to the movies."

I was too horrified to budge. I watched him come slowly toward me, and thought No! Don't touch me! I'll scream! I'll scream if you dare put one grubby finger on me! But the words refused to form in my throat. I was nailed to the chair-gaze riveted to the awesome bulge at the soiled crotch of the lumbering giant's pants.

I gasped when his baseball-glove-hand closed roughly over one pointed breast. "Soft!" he exclaimed. "Carol got nice tits. Nice pussy. Good fuck-fuck!"

"N-no f-f-fuck-fuck," I managed, coming off the chair. "You mustn't, Lonny. You ... you'll hurt Carol. M-make her g-g-go to sleep like last time in-in the cellar."

He grabbed me. Locking his gargantuan arms about my waist, he crushed me to him. "Carol like!" he laughed. "Lonny know. She cry V go sleep but move round and round while Lonny do." He captured a fistful of dress, and tore the bottom half from my hips, as if it were made of tissue. One huge hand cupped both cheeks of my ass.

"Lonnie no!" I pleaded. "Carol--Carol will buy you a real horsie if you stop. Just think, Lonny. A real live horsie all your own."

The brute studied me for a moment ... as if considering the proposition in light of what he held in his hand. He pressed his cock into me. "Fuck-fuck!" he said. "You keep horsie."

"Nooooooooooo!" I wailed as he steered me back, to the desk, and began to dry fuck the bulge in his pants into the space atop and between my quivering thighs. I knew it was hopeless. The creature's arms were like steel bands crushing the breath from my lungs. And the bulge! Oh, God! I thought. It seems even bigger than the thing that had fucked me unconscious in the cellar a few days-a lifetime-before.

Again Lonny took a fistful of material. The tearing sound grated through the room. The shredded leotards slithered down my legs, to my ankles. I felt his hand at my sex ... probing ... shoving a thick finger into me. "Good pussy," he rumbled, grinning down into my face. "Carol got hot cunt. Hot-good! We fuck now."

He lifted me, as if I were a weightless rag-doll, and set my naked buttocks on the cold desktop. Mr. Phelps! I thought. He was the one responsible for the mess I am in. After I'd given myself to him ... on the desktop ... after I sucked his big stinking cock! But there was another, bigger, harder cock coming at me. Lonny had freed the terrible meat dagger from his pants; and while he held me at the edge of the desk, thighs wide, legs on either side of him, he began poking the thing-the thing with a tip the size of an orange-at my sweet little pink slit.

"No-no Lonny. Nooo! Anything you want. Only-only-oh-ohhh-ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

Too late! The brute had wasted no time. With one hump, he planted the ferocious glans up my cunthole. Now he grunted, recaptured the cheeks of my ass, and began to push ... planting inch by hard inch ... driving his fourteen-inch pole up my tender pussy.

Incredulous, mouth agape, eyes bulging, I watched his cock grind into me. It was impossible! I told myself. My hole is too small! Too close! Too fragile to take it without calling down the darkness that had overcome me the first time. But it was going! Actually going! I gasped convulsively and watched my tight cunt-lips open wider and wider to accommodate the fat intruder. I watched the shaft disappear. I watched the veins-like wiggly worms beneath the loose outer jacket of skin-expand and contract with each lunge. My hips-as if possessing a mind of their own-shimmied closer to the edge of the desk ... making my cunthole more accessible ... giving him room to drive. Already half the length was buried. Yet my twat wanted more! All of it! My clit was vibrating, crying out, it seemed-begging to have the rest of the backward boy's stiffness grate across the sensitive tip and plant itself in the moist warmth of my pulsating upper vagina.

"Iiiiieeeeeeee!" Lonny took hold of what was left of the dress; yanked. The material parted. He tore the bra from my breasts. Awkwardly he bent to suck my swollen nipples.

"Lonny I-I-"

"Carol best pussy," he breathed excitedly. "Tight!"

Best pussy? Tight? How could he know the difference? I wondered. According to Brent, the boy had never experienced sex before the day he raped me. Yet he spoke as if he'd been screwing for years and years. And, I had to admit, he knew how to use the incredible thing now stuck three-quarters of the way up my little white-blonde wedge. I pushed forward ... trying to draw the rest in ... straining so hard I thought sure I was going to shit myself. "It-it's no good this way," I heard myself saying. "Pull out, Lonny. Only for a little while. Carol-Carol wants to undress you. Then-then we can do fuck-fuck on...." I glanced about the room, " ... on the cot!"

Lonny scowled. "No on there!"

"Huh?"

"Rhonda do fuck there. We do here."

I gawked at the elephantine face, the coarse, sweating features beneath the mop of tangled brown hair above me. The maid! Poor Lonny! I thought. I felt suddenly sorry for the lumbering ox. I could imagine the blowsy woman taking advantage of him-filling her big sloppy cunt with the magnificent specimen now protruding from the tight pink pocket between my gaped open thighs. No wonder he wanted me so.

A look of utter despair crossed Lonny's face. "Rhonda stink like dead fish," he said. "Not like Carol. Carol...." His fingers went to my crotch; gathered the cuntjuice dripping from my hole and carried the smell to his nose. He drew deep of the fragrant odor of me. He grinned. " ... Carol smell nice. Best pussy!"

"Oh, Lonny." I found myself being charmed by the brute's simple admiration. It wasn't as if I have a choice, I told myself. He is going to fuck gobs of semen up my belly whether I like it or not. And now, I had to admit, now that my twat had been stretched, it did feel wonderful, fiery. Even if he remained still, went limp and never drove another speck up me, I would be coming myself soon, I knew. And I now felt responsible: the only one capable of teaching the mastiff-like giant to be gentle; to use his delectable cock not to frighten, but woo.

Suddenly, so suddenly I yelped surprise, Lonny lifted me by the cheeks of the ass. He held me suspended over the desktop-shoved and pulled me onto the stake at the same time. Another fat inch of stiff swipe disappeared up my lovehole. "Fuck-fuck!" he grunted. "Fuck-fuck now, talk later!"

"Oh! Oh, God, Lonny-w-w-wait!"

He frowned. Abruptly he dropped my ass back onto the hard desktop. "Aw. Lonny hurt Carol," he observed. "Me fix."

"OWAH! OW!" Although I had wanted him to stop long enough to take off his clothes and for me to get comfortable, I felt a stab of regret when his rod popped from my pussy. Then I was being lifted again. "Wha-?"

"Lonny kiss 'n' make better."

"Oh! Ohhh! D-d-d-d-d-doooon't!" He had me over the edge of the desk, on my belly, and now, on his knees between my trembling thighs, he was raining wet kisses over my upthrusted behind. I felt his rough, lengthy tongue glide down the crack ... pause to suck the puckered slit hidden low in the melons. My hips bucked. "Ow-ow-ow-owwwwwww!"

"Best asshole, too! Taste good!"

"Lonny you-y-y-you m-mustn't dooooo t-t-that!" But I didn't want him to stop. I forced my ass back at him. I opened my sphincters. I felt his hot breath ... blowing ... creeping high in my rectum. My clit leaped. "Eeeeeeeee!"

"Suck cunt, too. Rhonda show." His mouth moved down across the island of flesh separating front and rear hole. His hot, rubbery lips opened wide over the tortured gash his prick had only moments before deserted.

"Lon-neeeeeeeee!" My legs turned to putty. My clit twanged. His tongue had found the pink bud, and was batting, licking, coaxing it over the brink of orgasm. "Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord God, Lonny, suck Carol's cunt all the way like you're doooooooingggggg!"

My sheath washed his face with thick juice. Greedily he lapped it up. His sucking noises seemed to fill the room-the only sound to vie with the roar in my head. I gyrated ... mashing my ass, my cunthole, in his face. Again I felt his wet tongue slipping up the crack of my ass, up my spine. Then he was standing, hands at my waist, bloated dick poking at but missing the anxious gaped open target. Gasping, sobbing, moaning-the love noises running together in a voice I no longer recognized as my own-I reached with trembling fingers, to guide him. The knob of his cock seared my hand. Feverishly, I set it in place. "Push in, Lonny," I cried. "Fuck it up Carol. All ... all the way, baby. Hurry. Hur-reeeeeee!"

I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. Frantically I pumped myself back ... drawing him in, in. Oh, God! Oh, Lord fucking God! I thought. It was big! So big! So big and hard and good-and now it was going, all of it, all fourteen inches and too unbelievably thick around, humping, humping, humping up my tight and tender, wet and ready, pulsing white-blonde pussy. I strained. I panted and made my inner cunt muscles tug. I did a wild backward dance ... pulling ... pulling within until I felt the rough texture of his pants flush with the soft, quivering halves of my ass.

"Iiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" bellowed Lonny, coming, shooting off gallons of gism to announce the conquest.

I was engorged. Deliciously impaled on a spike spitting me toward still another orgasm. The desk became a pinwheel of light. The cock spat and spat. The boy, the child in man's body, continued to yell as he fucked me toward the darkness at the other side of delight so powerful it demanded I retreat into unconsciousness or be devoured.

"Best pussy!" was the last thing I heard.