Chapter 2
Pat wailed as Jerry's spurting cock was ripped from her pussy. She wagged her ass demandingly from side to side, her pussy lips spread wide, slobbering trails of cunt juice and come. Moaning with the fury of his own climax, Jerry kept his hold on the teacher's pert rump, fucking his long cock back and forth along the shallow groove between her pale buttcheeks while jism welled from the tip of his prick.
The voice came again, shrill and angry and undeniably feminine. "Jerry Travers, you bastard! What do you think you're doing?"
It finally penetrated to Pat's lust-fogged brain that they were no longer alone. Her pussy was still being wrenched by furious orgasm, opening and closing on nothing now that Jerry's prick had been withdrawn, squirting cunt juice and come out to run down the backs of her silken thighs.
Panic seized her. She turned her head. For some reason her cunt just wouldn't quit coming. She moaned in mixed fear and passion as she stared at the intruder.
It was a redheaded teenaged girl of medium height. Her tits were huge, high, and firm, and the thumb-sized outlines of nipples showing through her thin tee-shirt proved she wasn't wearing a bra. Her face was extremely pretty-or would have been if it weren't twisted in rage.
Jerry stood with his giant cock hanging between his thighs, a limp, slimy worm that dripped cunt juice to the hardwood floor of the classroom. He was holding his hands up defensively before him, as if expecting the redhead to throw something at him. "Wait a minute, Lucy," he said plaintively. "It's not like you think!"
"I know perfectly well how it is," the girl shouted. Her tits bounced beautifully inside her shirt. "You've been messing around behind my back, fucking some no-good slut-my God! Miss Turner!"
Pat, shaky with interrupted passion, had managed to straighten herself and turn to face the intruder. The edge of the desk cut into her bare butt-cheeks from behind. But her plaid skirt fell into place in front, concealing the trim black triangle of her cunt bush and her drooling, fragrant pussy from the redhead's fiery green eyes. The teacher was horribly aware of the lemon-yellow panties stretched taut between her slender ankles. Her face was flushed and hot.
"My God," Lucy said again. "You've been slipping it to your English teacher!" She shook her head. Her wild mane of flame-colored hair swung about her shoulders. "You goddam brown-nose! Cheating on me just to get an A-I'll show you!" She advanced on Jerry. The youth had pulled his jeans all the way off in order to fuck his lissome teacher. He backed away rapidly.
Pat felt her own temper rising to the occasion. "Now, just a minute," she said, in her best authoritative-teacher voice. "You can't just come barging in here-"
Lucy froze her with an icy gaze. Pat felt a drop of come ooze from her pussy and roll down the inside of her left leg. Her anger washed away. In its place sick embarrassment flooded through her. Lucy's emerald eyes narrowed. "Jerry," she said.
"Yes?" The young man took a step forward. Though he was a head taller than the redhead, he sounded afraid of the big-boobed girl. "Rip the bitch's clothes off."
Pat gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. Then she relaxed. The idea that big, powerful Jerry Travers would do something like that to a woman he'd just been fucking, simply because a mere slip of a girl told him to, almost made her laugh. Jerry stepped in close and tore open her sweater.
"Jerry!" Pat screamed. All she was wearing beneath the fuzzy tan sweater was her bra. Her boobs were large, bulging almost free of the dainty bra-cups. "Jerry, what are you doing?" Lucy answered for him. "Jerry does what I tell him to, bitch."
Pat looked at the boy, pleading with her azure eyes. He stared blankly back at her, as if not really seeing her. "But you can't get away with this," she said. "I'll-"
"You'll do what?" Lucy stepped in front of her. Her eyes mocked the older, taller woman. Her nipples stood out in bold relief against the cloth stretched taut across the expanse of her jugs. "Will you tell the principal on us? What are you going to tell Mr. Hartke you were doing here after school-grading papers with your panties down and your skirt up?" Her hand lashed out. Clawed fingers hooked the front of Pat's bra. With surprising strength Lucy yanked the bra clean away from Pat's jugs. The tits bounced heavily. The dark nipples were still swollen with the aftermath of lust, and the areolas were large and purplish against her snow-white skin. Pat cried out in astonishment and fear.
Jerry reached for her and jerked her skirt from her hips. She stood there by her own desk, completely nude. With a scream Pat turned and tried to run up the aisle between the rows of school desks facing the front of the classroom.
The tall, black-haired teacher had forgotten the panties, still down around her ankles. They tripped her immediately. She fell headlong between two desks in the front row, grabbing at one for support. She got herself tamed around. Her naked ass thumped the dusty wood floor and her long white legs flew up in the air.
Lucy contemptuously snatched the panties off Pat's flailing legs. "You have a belt," she said to Jerry. "Tie her to one of these desks." There was a husky note of something very much like lust in the girl's contralto voice. She turned toward the blackboard, which still bore notes on a poem by Shelley.
Struggling to rise, Pat called after her, "Why are you doing this? I wasn't trying to steal your boyfriend!" Jerry grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. His heavy leather belt dangled from his other hand. Lucy paused, tamed back, drumming her fingers in the chalk tray. White dust covered her fingertips. "Jerry isn't just my boyfriend," she said, a hint of madness in her big green eyes. "He's also my brother."
Pat stared at her, uncomprehending. Was the girl trying to say that she was having an affair with her own brother? Now that it was said there was no mistaking the resemblance in the facial features of the pair-high cheekbones, straight noses, wide green eyes. But Pat's mind reeled at the idea that Lucy had been fucking her brother and wanted him all to herself.
But how else to explain her vicious, jealous rage at finding the youth with his cock driven up Miss Turner's juicy cunt?
The teacher gasped as Jerry spun her around and threw her down onto the wide, scarred top of a school desk. Her tits flattened on the unyielding surface, the still-erect nipples being driven deep into the resilient globes of titflesh. Pat licked her lips as perverse pleasure tickled her boobs at the pressure on the sensitive nipples.
Jerry's cock swung past in her field of vision. Then her arms were being dragged forward despite her protests. Jerry pulled her by the arms till her tits hung over the edge of the desk and her legs over the other, leaving her bare butt sticking out into space. He looped the belt around the teacher's wrists, ran it through the buckle and drew it tight. "Owww," Pat complained as the leather bit her wrists. Ignoring her, Jerry stooped, pulled Pat's hands until they were almost touching the poorly-swept floor, and tied them to the upright pole that supported the wooden desktop.
Pat wiggled, testing her bonds. They held tight. Her tits rubbed the desktop, which had been carved and scarred by years of bored students. The uneven surface grated her tits in an odd but not unpleasant way.
But even the aftermath of a tremendous orgasm like the one Jerry's big cock had fucked into her pussy not five minutes ago couldn't last forever. Any exotic pleasure Pat might have gotten from rubbing her boobs around the rough desktop was lost in her rising panic. Here she was, a captive in her own classroom. What would happen if somebody came?
Or maybe worse, she thought with a sinking feeling-what if somebody didn't?
She found out immediately. The redhead had kicked off her shoes and padded silently up behind the naked, captive teacher on bare feet. Pat's first hint that the girl was nearby was an angry beehive whine in the air behind her-that ended in a sudden wicked stinging in her ass!
"Yooowww!" Pat shrilled. She turned her head to look. In the long metal chalk-tray that ran along the bottom of the wide green chalkboard she'd kept an old-stvle wooden pointer, about two feet long, with a rubber tip. Lucy had that in her hand. She'd just laid it like a switch across the teacher's bare ass.
"Now, that's a switch, if you'll pardon the expression," Lucy told her, grinning. "A student spanking a teacher. What would the PTA say?"
Her expression hardened. The switch rose and hummed down again to land with a thin, vicious crack against the flesh of Pat's left buttcheek. "Ahhhhhh!" the captive cried. Her ample jugs swung like flesh pendulums as her body jerked to the impact and the pain that followed it.
"That's right, bitch. Scream. Scream all you like. Jerry and I are the only ones to hear you. And I like to listen to you shriek." She swung the stick again. It cut like a knife into the tender assflesh.
"Aiiiii! Oh, stop!" Tears filled Pat's eyes. The pink lines the pointer drew across her pale ass kept stinging long after the singing switch had laid them down. She hadn't been spanked since she was nine-and she'd never been able to stand pain. "Oh, it hurts!" She realized instantly that she was whining, and blushed. Lucy laughed at her humiliation. "Don't like it, do you? That's what you get when you go around trying on other people's boyfriends for size. Jerry's too much for you to handle." Pat turned her tear-streaked face to look over one white shoulder at her tormentor. Curiosity got the better of her judgment for one fatal second. "How can he be your boyfriend?" she asked. "He's your brother?"
Lucy's already pale face turned dead white. "You filthy slut!" she shrieked, lovely face contorting beyond all recognition with rage. "What do you know! I love him-I want him-he's mine! You can't have him. I won't share him with a pig like you!" She raised her arm high and swung it savagely down.
The descending pointer bent like a bow. This time it didn't crack cruelly across the protruding half-moons of the captive's ass. Instead it came down right between the prominent buttcheeks, along the sensitive, delicate crack of her ass-and right on her tightly-shut asshole!
"WaaaAAAH-HAAAAH!" Pat howled. Agony seared her asshole, the humid flesh-fold between her butt cheeks. She writhed, heedless of the way the desktop was beginning to rub her boobs raw. "It hurts! Ahhhhh!" It kept hurting. Pain throbbed out of her asshole with every beat of her heart. The pain lanced through her, stabbing clear into her lungs to make every breath a torment.
Lucy gave her no respite. If she hadn't been insane with anger before, Pat's careless question had pushed her right over the edge. She paused only long enough to note with satisfaction that an angry red line was glowing right along the whipped asscrack, and that her prisoner's asshole was starting to go puffy from the blow. Then she slashed the pointer back down into the crack of Pat's ass.
Pat's mouth opened wide, but all that came out was a tiny croak. The pain literally made her speechless. The leather belt bit into her wrists as she tried with strength borne of unbearable agony to pull free of her bonds.
Lucy went wild. Her tits flopping uncontrollably inside her flimsy shirt, she rained blows on the teacher's upturned ass while Pat kicked and shrieked in anguish. The white mounds of the black-haired woman's ass first were crossed by a network of fiery, stinging lines. Then the whole cleft roundness of her ass become a single, agonizing pink glow under the tireless onslaught of the pointer!
Lucy was breathing hard and raggedly. A thick smell filled the air around her desk, and even in her torment Pat recognized the scent of hungry pussy. Lucy was actually getting horny from whipping her screaming captive's naked, comely ass!
Another whipstroke licked at her asshole. The fronts of her thighs bounced painfully off the desk's edge as Pat's muscles contracted in agony. "AGGGGHHHH!" she called. "Jerry! God, won't you help me! How can you let her do this to-GHAAAD!" Her words rose into a hysterical, tortured scream as the pointer slashed along the furrow of her ass again.
Her tits shook like jelly. Her bare feet kicked helplessly at the air. She turned her face to look at Jerry-the strong and handsome young man who such a short time before had been so lovingly and exhilaratingly probing the innermost recesses of her cunt with his big, hard cock. She couldn't believe that he could just stand there and watch while his sister flogged his lover's ass unmercifully.
She was right. He wasn't just standing there. He was standing there with the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen in her life!
"Oh Noooooooo!" she cried. The pointer came down diagonally across her butt. The tears burst out afresh, pouring down her cheeks, dripping from her chin to roll down her jugs and drop in little bursts from her nipples to the floor. She was caught, and her one-time lover would do nothing to help her. Whatever hold his sister had on him, it was complete. No matter what Lucy Travers chose to do to Pat, he'd stand there and watch. Maybe even enjoy it-he was getting turned on from watching his sister abuse his teacher's butt!
Lucy's arm was getting tired. The blows came slashing down like sleet as she worked herself into a final frenzy of hatred and sadistic joy. Pat's screams rattled the windows, and her tormented struggles rocked the desk. But the bolts securing it to the floor held, as did the belt looped around the prisoner's wrists. Pat's butt shrank beneath the stinging force of the blows Lucy rained down on it.
Abruptly the redhead dropped her arm to her side. Her face was shiny with sweat, and the odor of perspiration blended with the tang of her cunt, which was drooling freely into her panties now. She slumped back against Pat's desk. Her big jugs rose and fell with her labored breathing, her body tingled all over with passion. Whipping the nude, shrieking captive had made her so horny she was about to explode.
"Jerry," she said. Her brother looked at her, eyes bright with a lust that mirrored hers. His huge cock jutted from beneath the hem of his tee-shirt. Her eyes brushed the swollen cocktip longingly, travelled down the vast length of that mighty column of cock. She felt an almost overpowering desire to drop to her knees and cram that juicy cockhead right into her ruby-lipped mouth, or to drop her own ultra-tight blue jeans, bend over the captive teacher's desk, and get a dose of the same pussy-pleasing medicine Pat had been getting when Lucy so rudely interrupted. But that wouldn't do. That damned, raven-haired bitch-slut of a teacher hadn't been taught enough of a lesson yet. Imagine, her questioning Lucv's right to be her own brother's lover. It was a free society-she could fuck whoever she liked! There was no bigger, better, more beautiful stud than her brother. Nor was there any better cunt anywhere than the flame-furred pussy tucked between her own voluptuous thighs-and she aimed to make sure Jerry remembered it! Right now, though, it was time for her to remind him who was boss.
" Jerry," she said again, her voice thick with exercise and forbidden passion. "Stick that big lovely cock of yours right up the bitch's butt!" He frowned. "But, it isn't greased-it'll-"
"Ram your cock up her ass, goddam it!" Lucy shrieked. She hit the desk with her fist, then swept her hand forward, filling the air with a snowstorm of ungraded book reports.
Hurriedly Jerry positioned himself behind Pat's upturned ass. Looking down at the reddened, welted skin of her once-perfect butt, he felt a moment's sorrow, a moment's compassion for the lovely captive. But he couldn't disobey his sister. He didn't know why. He just couldn't.
Pat stared over her shoulder at him. Her throat was dry. Could the girl, insane as she undoubtedly was, actually mean it? She'd ordered her brother not just to rape his helpless teacher, but to do so by shoving his titanic, bone-dry prick up the tiny passage of her butt! Innocent as she was, Pat knew women sometimes got fucked up the asshole. Some even claimed to enjoy the feel of a good hard cock jammed up there. But Pat couldn't imagine it even happening to her. It sounded painful-and repulsive. And Jerry's cock was so huge! It was still a little painful stretching wide the elastic walls of her cunt. What would it feel like reaming out her asshole?
And what would an unlubricated eight inches of rigid prick feel like invading her asshole?
Like it or not, she was about to find out. "Oh," she said faintly as the rubbery tip of Jerry's prick touched her butthole. The puffy ring of assflesh tightened spasmodically at the contact. Jerry shoved his hips forward, gripping the woman's waist. The cock prodded urgently at the tightly-closed poopchute. stinging the whipped asshole, even beginning to bend in the middle as the boy put the pressure on. Pat felt the circulation being cut off in her thighs as the desk's edge dug into them from the front. But her asshole's defenses held.
Jerry let go of her waist. Still thrusting his rigid cock against the pucker of her asshole he put his palms on the cheeks of Patricia's ass. "Ahhhh!" she cried as the sweat on his palms stung her abused assflesh. She felt his thumbs sliding down the insides of her buttcheeks, coming to rest on either side of her poopchute.
She knew what was to happen next. She only had time to shout, "Don't!" and then Jerry's strong thumbs had pulled her asshole open and he'd popped the head of his cock inside.
"Unnngggh!" Her ass vibrated with fresh pain, jammed open by the fat cockhead stuck into the very opening of her poopchute. The inside of her asshole felt raw, scraped by the prick on its way in. She gasped, writhed, groaning at the pain of the prick plugged into her butt. And that was only the head of Jerry's cock-what happened when he pushed the rest of his tremendous prick up her rump?
She found out soon. Jerry got a firm grip on the narrow waist, looking down in awe and delight at the long shaft of his prick, disappearing as before between the jutting mounds of the teacher's ass. Only this time the prick was stuck in Pat's asshole instead of her juicy cunt! Though her asshole wasn't as nice and slippery as her well-oiled pussy had been, the ring of assflesh wrapped unwillingly around his prick seemed about to strangle his huge cock. Grunting, he started shoving his prick into the helpless ass.
The prick forged up Pat's butt with excruciating slowness. She didn't know which hurt worse: the incredible sense of being pumped full of cock, being bloated as the mammoth prick invaded her asshole, or the scraping sensation as that dry bar of prick made its way up her delicate ass passage. The lining of her rectum seemed to be scraped raw immediately as Jerry's cock started up the screaming woman's ass.
"Agggggg, no-nooooooo!" she yelled, pulling fruitlessly at the belt that trapped her hands. "Get it out! You're tearing my asshole apart-you're going to make me burst! Your cock is too big for my ass!"
Jerry bit his lip. The woman was squirming mindlessly around his inward-driving cock, and the sensations it caused in his firmly-held prick were unbelievable. Even glowing pink from the blows of the hickory pointer, Pat's ass was a thing of beauty. To watch those tempting asscheeks surging around his impaling spear of cock was almost as exquisite as feeling it!
Lucy watched with almost unbearable joy as her brother fucked inch after inch of his mighty cock relentlessly up the captive's bare butt. It served her right! She'd think a long time before she tried to move in on Lucy Travers' brother again. And her brother would learn his lesson too. Now that he saw how willing he was to torture his own lover by driving his agonizingly dry prick up her already- abused butt at his sister's command, he'd know" there was nothing in his heart for the black-haired bitch-and everything for his flaming-haired sister!
With fumbling fingers she tore open the fly of her faded jeans. Her soaking-wet panties clung to the slit of her pussy. She peeled the jeans down over her flaring hips, then stripped the panties away from her sopping cunt with an animal moan of joy. Without hesitation she fucked three fingers of her hand into her dripping pussy and began pumping them wantonly in and out. "Oooooooh," she cried, as her own hot cunt sauces flooded into her palm.
Pat's fingernails dug into her palms. The pain in her ass was hideous. Her buttcheeks still felt as if they were on fire from the whipping they'd received. But she was barely aware of the pain in her buttcheeks-the agony that burrowed up between them overrode all else! She felt her buttocks being forced farther and farther apart by the entry of the young man's cock. Every inch of prick forced into her asshole felt like a mile, and the cock seemed as rough as if it had been wrapped in sandpaper. The inside of the teacher's ass was on fire as fiercely as the outside!
After a groaning, grunting, pain-filled eternity. Pat felt the first tickle of coarse crotch hair on her bent butt cheeks. Then the last half-inch of Jerry's prick was fucked home in her ass. "Ahhhh!" she cried. She could feel every inch of that terrible prick, throbbing with the young man's pulse. Her ass tunnel was ultra-sensitive, and each beat of the youth's
cock sent knives stabbing up her butt. As though from far away Pat heard hoarse cries of passion. She opened her eyes and glanced at her desk. Lucy was propped against it, pants down around her lush thighs, finger-fucking her cunt till the pussy sauce foamed. The sadistic slut! Pat thought. She's really getting off on watching me suffer. For a moment the bound teacher felt a stirring of defiance, of resolution not to give her captors any more satisfaction. Then Jerry began to pull his enormous cock out of her ass, and the pain drove her crazy.
The woman's butt went berserk around the withdrawing pole of prick. Jerry's eyes bugged as Pat's whipped, reddened butt began to gyrate madly around the cock impaling her asshole. He felt as if the clutching, revolving asshole were about to grind his prick to a pulp. "G-god!" he groaned as the woman's rolling ass crushed his prick. Sweat poured from his face and fell on her ass like acid rain.
He felt his balls swelling as if they were about to burst. And then they did, sending a tremendous charge of boiling come shooting the length of his titanic prick to explode into Pat's asshole like a blast of live steam.
"YAAIIIEEEE!" The salty come felt like acid as it jetted into her raw ass passage. Her butt pumped frantically up and down, a perfect imitation of orgasmic, ecstatic frenzy as the big cock filled her ass with scalding sperm. And frenzy it was-but a frenzy of agony, not ecstasy!
Lucy's cries rang as shrill and piercingly as Pat's as she came around her own cunt-plowing fingers. Pat's higher-pitched howls were a horrible harmony as her blazing ass passage filled with Jerry's jism. The gooey white come surged back along the length of the prick buried in the tied-up teacher's butt, spilled out around the ass-invading cockshaft and down her butt to run into her gaping empty cunt or down her thighs.
An obscene squirting sound greeted a vicious thrust of the spewing, pulsating cock up Pat's butt. She cried out, shaking her head hysterically from side to side. Jerry fucked her ass again, pistoning his prick madly back and forth as it pumped every drop of the come stored in his hairy balls into the captive's lovely ass. The slippery come had lubricated Pat's ass passage and the sliding friction of the climaxing cock wasn't as hideously excruciating as it had been. But her ass passage was already raw from the entry of the prick, and the come stung almost as bad as the first invasion of her rectum by the merciless cock.
At last she felt the final wad of come run the length of Jerry's prick and blast into her ass. She groaned, stirred. Jerry's prick began to go limp inside her asshole. He pulled it slowly out, still savoring the tightness of her asshole around his cock. An agonized contraction of her butt spat the deflating prick out her asshole in a stream of come.
"Uhhhh," Pat moaned. Her struggles subsided. At least the terrible huge prick was no longer jamming open her ass passage. And no more agonizing come was being fired into her butthole. But the pain in her ass, inside and out, was still so intense it was hard for the captive to breathe. Her tits bobbled gently inches above the floor as she lay, worn out by her struggles, sore, humiliated-violated.
She was vaguely aware of rustlings and movement as the Travers siblings got their clothes back on. Fully dressed. Jerry knelt by her head to untie her wrists. He stood up. A half-apologetic look was on his face. Pat just lay sprawled across the desk, too numb to move.
Then Lucy was standing beside her brother, arm around his waist. She slapped Pat maliciously on the ass. The slap resounded, followed by an agonized scream. "So long bitch," Pat heard the girl say. Then she was alone.