Chapter 4
With a sigh, Pat sat back in her swivel chair. She let her head loll back on her shoulders and gazed dreamily at the ceiling though half-closed eyes. She felt a sudden wicked temptation, and after thinking about it for a moment, gave in. She raised her long, slim legs, already exposed by the short skirt she was wearing, and propped them on her desk. What the hell, she thought, feeling deliciously naughty. Her last students had gone for the day, and since it was Friday she had the building to herself except for young George the janitor, and he seldom got to this building before Saturday morning on his weekend cleaning rounds.
It wasn't much by way of naughtiness. But for her it was a major departure from the norm, as much as her wearing a skirt that hung several inches above her knees, and beneath that wearing real silk stockings held in place by, of all things, a garter belt. Of course, her main act of rebellion against what she had been was that underneath the skirt and garter belt she was wearing nothing at all.
It was her surprise for her nephew. He had remarked, that first delightful night-was it only last Monday?-that he'd seen dirty pictures featuring young woman wearing garter belts and silk stockings, and said it was a pity they'd gone out of fashion. He'd love to screw a girl who was wearing an outfit like that. Feeling marvelously Jezebel-like, Pat had called around until she'd located someone who actually had a garter belt for sale. It was a theatrical supply house, as it turned out, but that didn't deter her.
Right now she was prolonging the waiting as much as she could. She had a few last chores to take care of, paperwork to finish up. Then she'd drive home, pick up her nephew and take him to dinner somewhere. After that, they'd go to a drive-in movie.
It didn't matter what was playing. Neither had any intention of watching it, whatever it was. Pat had never fucked at a drive-in movie theater, and wanted to try it, especially after hearing Mike's stories of his own experiences.
"You always hear a lot about fumbling around in the back seat," he'd told her. "That's bullshit. Instead of getting tied in knots in the back, the way to do it is sitting up front in the passenger seat." He'd gone on to describe his own encounter with Betty Ann that very evening-in the front seat of a car, even if the car was up on a rack at a gas station instead of at a drive-in movie.
Oddly, Pat hadn't gotten jealous at hearing Mike's tales of torrid teenaged fucking, not even when she learned he'd been screwing Betty Ann's face, tits, and white-furred cunt not very long before. It reaffirmed that she'd chosen well when she'd decided to seduce her nephew. She recalled the huge quantities of come his giant prick had pumped into her mouth, and smiled. It said nice things about her own abilities as a cocksucker that, totally inexperienced as she was at giving head, her nephew had blown his jism into her mouth so energetically after he'd already gotten off three times a few hours before.
A musky aroma tickled her nostrils. Her smile widened. She felt her pussy beginning to water, both at delightful memories and in anticipation of things to come-again and again, she hoped.
"Well." An all-too-familiar voice broke in on her reverie. "Look who had to stay after school!"
Pat looked toward the door. Lucy Travers stood there. The tall, shadowy figure of her brother loomed out in the hall.
Hurriedly she jerked her legs off the desktop, smoothing down her hem as she did so. The gleam in Lucy's evil green eyes showed that the big-boobed redhead hadn't missed the flash of naked pussy the teacher had unwillingly given her. "Working late," Lucy said with a smile. "Now, that's what I call an eager beaver. C'mon in, Jerry. I bet Miss Turner wants to see you. She's probably been missing you all week."
"As a matter of fact, I haven't," Pat said stonily, recovering her composure. Jerry hadn't been to class since Monday. She'd thought it good riddance. "If a pupil decides not to come to class, I feel that's his concern, not mine. Of course, he'll receive an 'F' for those days..."
Her words trailed off as Jerry walked in. On one broad shoulder he carried a roll of bluish nylon mountain-climbing rope. And in one hand he carried a coiled whip!
Suddenly her throat was dry. Her eyes flickered from Jerry to his sister and back. Lucy's lovely face was exultant, her eyes lit with unholy passion. Jerry's expression was dull. He moved like an automaton, but in his eyes there was a spark of vicious interest. "I-what do you want?" She'd intended the words to sound brave. They came out in a squeak. Lucy laughed. She stuck out her hand. Jerry obediently passed the whip to her. "Tie her hands behind her back," she said. "Let's have some fun."
"You won't get away with this." Pat got out of her chair, moving warily, alert for a chance to bolt. Right now the big desk was between her and the others. If she played her cards right she might be able to get between them and out the door. Jerry started around the desk. Lucy stood where she was, the eight-foot whip dangling from her hands. The girl's completely feminine appearance was deceiving. Pat's butt still felt an occasional twinge to remind her how strong the redhead was! Jerry measured out a length of rope between his hands. Pat waited for him, licking her parched lips. Her tits rose and fell inside her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the fear-hardened nipples were obvious through the fabric. The teacher waited until her pupil was a few feet away. Then she bolted around the far side of the desk. Despite her high-heeled shoes she ran well. Jerry started after her and was blocked by the desk. Lucy never moved. Pat felt a rush of joy. She was going to make it! There was nothing between her and the door.
A nasty whine came from behind. Pat screamed as the whip curled around her chest from behind and struck at her tits. She faltered and her foot slipped. Lucy laughed. Pat caught herself on a schooldesk and got back on her feet. Her throbbing tits bounced wildly as she lunged for the door. Sobbing with the agony in her boobs she raced out into the hall.
And ran right into a bulky, unmoving figure.
She gasped. Then she looked into the face of the man she'd run into. "George!" she said. "Oh, thank God you're here!" It was the young, massively muscled man who was head janitor for Walter Williams High. She was safe! Silently, George gripped the teacher by the upper arms. He pushed her back toward the room she'd just fled from. She resisted, eyes round with panic, but he was stronger and heavier. Step by step she was forced back. She backed into her classroom, felt her arms being pulled behind her and bound securely with a short length of rope. "NOOOOO!" she wailed. "Oh, what's going on?"
She heard the evil rustle of the leather whip snaking across the hardwood floor. "Oh!" she yelled as the end of the lash curled around one ankle. Instantly she felt embarrassed. The whip had touched her with almost loving tenderness.
"Jerry and I thought we'd like to play with you some more," Lucy said. Sullenly, Pat turned to face her. The redhead's nipples showed plainly through her tee-shirt. She drew back the whip with an impatient jerk of her wrist. "We didn't want anyone to disturb us, so we got George to help us. George is my friend, aren't you, George?" The heavyset youth shook back lank brown hair and grinned.
"Shall I take her clothes off, Lucy?" Jerry asked. His eyes were fastened on the jugs swaying to the tempo of Pat's breathing.
"No!" Lucy snapped, angered by the attention her brother was paying the captive teacher. "I'll do it!" To show what she meant she brought the whip singing forward with incredible velocity.
Pat's scream filled the room as the whip slashed at her unprotected tits. She staggered backwards, boobs afire with pain, till her butt pushed up against the front of a desk. She glanced down. White titflesh showed through a long, jagged tear in her blouse. A red line was beginning to appear across the snowy boobs.
The whip slid forward along the floor, reared up to cut at the screaming captive's left boob. A new tear appeared in the cloth. Pat rocked her head from side to side, tears streaming. The tears glued strands of her short black hair to her cheeks. "Aiiiiiii!" Her other jug exploded into pain as the tip of the whip cracked on the taut nipple. The exquisitely sensitive mushroom of the nipple vibrated with agony a long time after the blow landed.
Pat screamed and begged and wept as Lucy stripped the rest of her blouse from her shrinking body. When the last shredded fragments of fabric fell to the floor, Pat's jugs were striped and crossmarked with the red welts of the whip. The titflesh was becoming inflamed from the abuse the redhead lavished on her captive's jugs.
"Now," Lucy said, cocking her arm for another savage whipstroke, "let's see what you really have on under that skirt!" Pat was still leaning back against the desk, pinned by the terrific onslaught of the whip ravaging her tits. Now she pushed away as though trying to escape. It was a mistake. The whip curled around her butt and ripped at the tender cheeks of her ass. The blow landed with such force that it clawed the skirt right off the woman's ample hips!
"Whoooo," Lucy whistled. "Get a load of that!"
Pat's cheeks flushed as red as her beaten boobs. The two males were staring with unabashed interest at her body, naked but for the old-fashioned garter belt around her waist, and the sheer silk stockings it supported. "Seems like a change has come over our Miss Turner," Lucy said maliciously. "Whatever happened to that sensible underwear I saw around your ankles when I caught Jerry jamming it to that black-furred twat of yours?"
Pat's only answer was a sob. She hung her head. Tears fell onto her much-abused boobs. They stung the whipped, raw titflesh like drops of molten wax. Pat waited in misery for the harsh song of the whip as it flew forward to punish her tender, naked body. Instead she heard a rolling sound. She glanced up. Lucy was wheeling the swivel chair around from behind her desk. As she bent down, the front of her tee-shirt slipped low to reveal twin glories of milky, faintly-freckled jugs, capped with cherry-sized nipples. "Here," she said, shoving the chair up in front of Pat, "sit yourself down." Taken by surprise, all Pat could do was stare at her without understanding.
The pretty oval face instantly twisted with fury. "I told you to sit down, slut!" Lucy shrieked. She snatched the whip off the desk where it lay coiled like a waiting cobra and wrapped it around Pat's ass cheeks.
"Owwwwwww! Oh!" Pat sang a soprano song of sheer agony as fire etched a line across her butt. She turned as fast as she could, shaking with her urgent need to obey her tormentor and escape further pain. She was still wearing her high heels. They shot out from under her as she turned. She sat down hard, fortunately right into the padded, black-vinyl seat. She squealed as her whip-welted ass crushed itself into the chair.
"Tie her down, Jer," Lucy commanded. While his teacher-and former lover-was having the blouse literally whipped from her tortured tits, he'd taken off his own clothes. His cock didn't look so enormous to Pat, now that she'd had a taste of her own nephew's nine-inch cock-club, but it looked large enough, bobbing inches from her face. The swollen cock radiated lustful heat.
Following his sister's instructions, Jerry forced first one and then another slim, long, silk-sheathed leg up, bent it, and lashed it to the arm of the chair. The rope was wrapped several times around each luscious thigh, and around the upright of the chair-arm, so that both her feet, still in their elegant shoes, were up in the air. The teacher's raven-haired cunt gaped, the pale-pink pussy lips contrasting startlingly with the jet-black cunt fur. Her asshole winked coyly from between her flattened buttcheeks.
Lucy stood in front of her captive, hands on hips, gloating. Pat raised her head and found her eyes staring straight at a perfect triangle of fire-red pussy fur. She inhaled slowly, eyes traveling up her tormentor's nude body.
Lucy's hips were wide and well padded, narrowing rapidly to a trim waist. Her stomach was flat, the silky skin stretched taut over sleek feminine muscles. Above the low dome of her belly hung two heavy tits, scattered with light freckles, tipped by full nipples. The boobs were stunning in their beauty and symmetry. The face above them was beautiful too, but at the same time there was something terrible and evil about it.
"That's it, baby," Lucy said. "Get a good look. It's something you'll never have anything to compare to." She ran her eyes over her captive's naked body. "Though I have to admit you're pretty decently put together for an old lady. Tasty-looking pussy you have there." Pat's cheeks colored. Old lady indeed! In her indignation she didn't notice the implications in Lucy's words-that Pat's cunt was tasty, and therefore that the redhead knew what cunt tasted like.
A smooth-skinned tit brushed Pat's cheek as Lucy bent to grab the arm of the chair. The redhead spun the chair around and gave it a push. Pat gasped as she slid forward across the floor, pussy first-straight for the jutting beam of Jerry Travers' cock! She screamed in sheer shock as her pussy hit the lance of prick and impaled itself. The cock speared between the gaping pussy lips and up the tunnel of
the teacher's cunt. The walls of her cunt passage were dry. She moaned at the pain as the huge prick entered her ungreased cunt. Even with her forward momentum she came to a stop before more than half of Jerry's eight inches of prick were imbedded in her pussy.
The boy reached out. took the arms of her chair and pulled her pussy all the way onto his cock. "Ahhhhh !" she cried as the cock forced its way up her cunt. Jerry pushed his face into hers, lips searching. She fumed her face away in revulsion. He dropped his head and began slurping at her naked tits.
His strong arms were wrapped around the chair, grinding her cunt down hard on his rampant cock. His mouth trapped a swollen nipple. He sucked noisily at the pert nubbin of titflesh while his tongue jabbed at it. Pat shivered. Despite her fear, the pain in her tits and ass, the discomfort of the ropes that bound her in this humiliating position, she was getting turned on! Jerry's eager mouth was soothing away the agony in her whipped jugs, bathing the succulent titflesh in saliva, while his cunt-filling cock pulsated in her pussy.
"Oh, damn," she moaned as her cunt began to slather hot slippery oils around the shaft of Jerry's deeply buried cock. He moved his hips so that his rigid cock circled within her pussy, stretching her cunt-walls delightfully to the limits of their endurance!
Jerry groaned as the woman's oily cunt tightened itself lovingly around his cock. She sucked in a deep breath and squeezed his cock so hard he thought his heart would burst with the sheer pleasure of it. Then he felt his sister's long-nailed finger tapping him on the shoulder.
"That's enough, lover boy!"
Reluctantly, he dragged his cock from his teacher's cunt. "Ahhh," Pat sighed as the prick slipped from her slavering pussy. Her cunt lips held avidly to the sides of the mighty cock as it withdrew. The vacuum in her cunt sucked the walls of her pussy together as the wedgelike prickhead left.
Jerry's big prick popped free of Pat's cunt. It bounced up and down, clear, shiny cunt juice dripping from its purple tip. Regretfully Jerry swung the chair around and gave it a shove.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Pat cried as the chair rambled forward. George's magnificently-muscled body was ahead of her. He was on his knees. In the instant before her drooling cunt made contact with his steely prick Pat saw that the janitor's cock wasn't up to the standards of the rest of him. Then his cock was sinking rapidly into the silken sheath of Pat's cunt.
The teacher's pussy was well-oiled with the fragrant juices of her lust-and George's stiff cock was nowhere near as huge as Jerry's titanic spar of prick!
"Uuuufffff" Pat granted as the janitor's crotch slammed her splayed-out lips. George's prick didn't stretch the walls of her pussy so deliciously near the tearing point as Jerry's, but it still felt good buried balls-deep in her snatch.
Then George was pushing her away. His cock throbbed with lust as her pussy slipped wetly off it. Cool cunt juice showered over her pussy mouth and asshole as the cock came free. She had a chance to see that, fully inflated and quivering with ultimate desire, the janitor's prick was no more than five inches long! Then she was whirled about and sent on her way toward Jerry's gigantic, waiting prick.
"Uhhhhhhh!" The cock stabbed like a sword into the very depths of her pussy. Cunt sauce squirted in all directions as Jerry fucked his cock to the hilt in the well-lubricated cunt. His balls swung forward and rebounded off her tiny puckered asshole. His mouth met hers and this time she didn't rum away. His tongue probed into her mouth as insistently as his cock was probing the innermost recesses of her cunt. He wagged his hips, stirring his cock maddeningly inside her cunt, and his hands mauled her beaten boobs. Despite the pain of the whipping, and the stinging salt sweat on his hands, the pleasure Jerry gave fondling her jugs took her breath away as surely as the prick he had her cunt stuffed full of. If anything the pain added an extra edge to her ecstasy!
Then the cock was ripped from her cunt and she was sent careening onto George's undersized prick. Still, it felt awfully good going into her cunt. She clenched the small prick as eagerly with her cunt as she had Jerry's titanic column of cock.
Back and forth she was spun, to be fucked first by the monstrous rod of Jerry's cock and then by the smaller but still delightful prick thrusting hungrily from George's crotch. It would have humiliated even a far less inhibited woman than Pat Turner-under normal circumstances. But she was trapped, helpless, and her sex-hungry body had decided of its own accord to enjoy this wild back-and-forth rape. It oozed cunt honey and held onto either cock with fine abandon as she was shoved at breakneck speed between the two gasping, sweating young men.
Jerry's gargantuan log of cock drove hungrily into Pat's cunt. Pussy juice gushed out around the shaft of the prick as it sank to its base in that ravenous cunt. Jerry's fingers slid in under the buttcheeks to squeeze the teacher violently against him, cramming a maddening extra half-inch of raging cock into that quagmire of a cunt. Pat tossed her head wantonly from side to side as her pupil licked at her white neck. Tied as she was she couldn't roll her hips around the bar of cock in her cunt and get the maximum stimulation from the giant prick. But there was nothing stopping her from clamping her cunt on Jerry's prick with all her might!
Her pussy literally squirted the big, throbbing prick out as Jerry pushed her away. Pat's tied-up body hummed with sexual excitement. She was just about to come with hurricane fury. All she needed was a couple more strokes of that mammoth prick up her pussy, with thrusts of George's lesser cock to tide her greedy, needy cunt over, and she'd just go to pieces. But as the cock jumped away from her contracting cunt she saw Lucy grab her brother by the arm and haul him to his feet. Pussy sauce glistened on the insides of the redhead's thighs, and the alien odor of her cunt was rank in Pat's nostrils.
Then she was hurtling toward George. The loose-lipped smirk of lust on his face was enough to show her he was as close to coming as she was. It was too bad she wouldn't be able to squirm her way to orgasm with her cunt wrapped around Jerry's tremendous prick-but horny as she was she was in no mood to quibble! At least George was enormously strong. The sheer force of his fucking ought to go a long way toward making up for the shortness of his cock.
The captive shrieked in terror and sudden pain as the five-inch cock stabbed up her asshole.
Unlike Jerry's cock when his sister had ordered him to buttfuck his tied-up lover, George's was thoroughly greasy from being fucked again and again into the juicy paradise of Pat's cunt. And small as it was it didn't pry the walls of her ass passage so hideously far apart. But it still hurt going up the captive's butt!
George cried out hoarsely as the luscious ass impaled itself on his cock. He hadn't consciously shifted the angle of his prick to jam it up Pat's ass-but he wasn't complaining! The tightness of the woman's fear-clenched asshole on his prick so much tighter than even her lust-frenzied cunt, was enough to drive him over the edge.
His hands grabbed Pat's tits like white, fleshy handles while he rolled his cock around in her butthole. The cock swelled, shrank convulsively. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Pat shrilled as jism geysered up her ass. But her ass channel wasn't rubbed raw by inch-thick, unoiled cock this time. The come didn't sear her ass tunnel like acid. She felt a tingling sensation-and then she came too!
"Ohhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Fuck me-fuck my ass good!" she yowled, forgetting her grammar along with her manners. Her climax drew her asshole taut around the man's small cock and sucked blast after blast of come into her butt until the creamy jism bubbled out her distended poopchute. She was dimly aware of Lucy, screaming in her own delirium of joy as she fucked herself on her brother's cock.
A wild cry rang from the doorway.