Chapter 8
Lucy Turner stood beside Pat's big desk in all her naked splendor. The captive English teacher was tied face down across the newly-cleared desktop, her ample tits flattened on the cool, hard wood, her cheek pressed against the desktop, her feet protruding over the edge. Ropes around her knees and ankles held her in place. A new network of stinging red weals, left by her own hickory pointer skillfully and viciously applied by Lucy, glowed on her upthrust asscheeks. Tears gleamed on her cheeks.
"Ow!" She winched as Lucy patted her ass. The redhead's other hand was wrapped lovingly around Mike's huge cock. The massive prick was half-erect, still pliant but full enough of blood to stand halfway up and parallel with the floor.
"Now, Mike," she said. She took a deep breath so that her tits angled backwards and the nipples poked impudently at the young man's face. "Tell me truthfully. I'm younger and smarter and a million times better in the sack than your old maid aunt'll ever be. Look at these jugs. Aren't they nicer than her nasty old milkbags? And my pussy can do things she couldn't do with her mouth and a book of instructions. So let me hear you, lover: which one do you choose?"
Mike's face darkened. Without hesitation he said, "Go to hell!"
Lucy's face clouded over. His head rocked to one side as she slapped his face. "You stupid fucking bastard!" she screamed. "You'll regret that! When I get finished with this bitch of an aunt of yours, you wouldn't touch her for all the tea in China!" She spun away, boobs flopping loosely. "Jerry! Bring me that wastebasket."
Still wearing nothing but a seemingly perpetual hard-on and a puzzled expression, Jerry padded over and handed the big brown-enameled metal wastebasket to his sister. She peered down into it.
It was filled with crumpled papers. Pat's third period class consisted of rowdy sophomores, and had recently been in the throes of a paper airplane craze. The efforts of a dozen fledgling Lilienthals lay crumpled in balls inside, filling it halfway to the brim. Lucy nodded in satisfaction.
At a nod from her Jerry drew Mike back. He sat the younger boy on a desk and lashed his bound wrists to the upright seat. Meanwhile, Lucy set the basket atop Pat's naked and whipped buttocks. Pat moaned. The touch of the cool metal stung her butt unmercifully. "Got a match, George?" Lucy asked. To Pat, befuddled as she was, it sounded like a harmless request. But Mike caught the implications at once. "No!" he shouted. The desk's legs thumped the floor as he rocked it in his efforts to get loose. "You can't do that to her!"
Grinning, George handed a box of wooden matches from a local restaurant to the big-jugged adolescent. Lucy opened it, pulled out a match, and struck it into flaring life against the friction strip. Pat stared up at her over her shoulder. "Remember," Lucy said, "some, like it hot." She tossed the match into the papers.
Pat shrieked in terror as the flames roared up within the metal wastebasket. Instantly the underside of the can grew hot against her tender buttocks. The whooshing flames licked the sides of the basket as they consumed the papers. "Take those books and start tearing out pages, boys," Lucy ordered. "We don't want the fire going out until she's well done, now" do we?"
George immediately grabbed one of the stack of textbooks and started feeding pages to the flames. Jerry picked up a book and tore out a page, then hesitated. He looked down at Pat. Feeling the heat beginning to bite her naked ass, Pat looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" Lucy's voice was like the crack of a whip. Jerry glanced toward her. The page fluttered into the flames.
Lucy walked over and stood in front of the desk to which Mike was tied. She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her fingers. He stared unseeingly past her, toward where his aunt lay on the desktop with the flame-filled wastebasket lying on her ass. Pat bit her lower lip, trying to keep back a scream. She was still feeling more fear than pain, but the metal against her whipped ass was growing rapidly hotter. It wouldn't be very long before the can was red hot!
Lucy tickled the underside of the youth's giant cock, at the spot where the cockhead met the wrist-thick shaft of the prick. Mike was gripped by horror at his aunt's fate-but he would have to have been superhuman not to respond to the skillful ministrations of the redhead's fingers on his cock. Even while he watched in horror as his aunt writhed more and more urgently beneath the heating wastebasket, his cock began to grow, to stiffen upwards into a long, hard pole of prick.
"Oh. Ohh." Pat shook her head. Tears streamed hopelessly from her eves. "It's starting to hurt. Won't somebody help me? Oh, my poor ass!" Her begging fell on deaf ears. Neither George nor Jerry so much as paused as they dropped sheet after sheet of paper into the flickering flames.
Her furry cunt bun rubbed around on the desktop. Her butt hurt. The metal of the trash can's bottom was definitely hot now. But it was nothing to what it soon would be! She began to scream uncontrollably.
Mike stirred as Lucy released his cock. She dropped her hands to cradle her big jugs, lift them and bring them together on either side of his upright nine-inch cock. "Unnn," he said absently, as Lucy began to rock her luscious body back and forth, fucking the tits up and down on the achingly erect spar of cock.
Mike Turner experienced a strange split to his personality. Half of him was watching in agony as his aunt was tortured by the hot metal touching her naked butt. The other half of him was responding with growing passion to the caressing of the twin cushions of ripe boob that Lucy's fingers were fervently kneading around his steely cock! Lucy's jugs were truly scrumptious confections and her nipples were swollen and huge. The way she worked the masses of tender titflesh around the throbbing cock was not as expert as the way Betty Ann had applied her tits to his prick what seemed like an eternity ago. But still it was enough to fill his veins with a lust as burning hot as the metal pressed to his aunt Pat's naked ass!
Lucy's sensitive boobs thrilled to the feel of the rigid bar of cock sliding back and forth between them. The youth's cock was so hard and so hot-and so huge! It was the loveliest cock she'd ever laid eyes on. Just holding her boobs against the size of the cock she knew she could get off from the sheer rampant masculinity of it!
Mike spurned her now. But his cock knew what was good for him, even if he didn't Lucy knew how to do things his skinny slut of an aunt could never imagine. That beautiful giant prick seemed to sense it. Despite its owner's singleminded concentration on his aunt's anguish it was raging with desire to fuck those delectable boobs Lucy was robbing all over it!
Lucy had already taught the youth a few lessons. She'd taught him before how easily he responded to her beauty, her sexiness, her incredible carnal expertise, making Pat watch while Lucy sucked the boy's cock and then while the youth ecstatically fucked his red-haired capturess. Next she'd humiliated Pat before her nephew, showing the youth how weak and worthless his aunt really was, making the brunette eat her cunt-and like it-then subjecting the black-haired bitch to rape by George's dog. And she'd gotten off being fucked by the dog as wildly as she had slobbering into Lucy's cunt!
But it was taking Mike some time to realize what his aunt was really like. Lucy would help him along. She'd titfuck him to a teeth-grinding orgasm while he watched his aunt's butt cook. Then she'd tie her captive to a chair and let her ripe boobs barbecue while Lucy did still wilder things to Mike. Mike would come around, sooner or later. Of course it would be pretty rough on the lovely captive teacher. But that would just make it all the nicer for Lucy!
She couldn't have asked for more fervent pleading from Pat. The teacher had no more self-control left. She'd managed to stop screaming in panic, only to realize that her butt was hurting for real now-that metal was hot! Pat squirmed, trying to shake the agonizing can off her ramp. Jerry wrapped several sheets of paper, around his hand and held the basket in place.
"Ohh," she moaned. She rubbed her cheek against the desktop, trying to distract herself from the awful, searing pain in her butt. "I'm burning up! Oh, God, my ass is on fire! Let me gooo!"
George dropped another piece of paper into the flames. He moved around so that his rigid cock was near her head. He grabbed a handful of short black hair and twisted the teacher's head cruelly so that she faced his throbbing prick. The next time she opened her mouth to cry out at the pain consuming her butt he deftly fucked his cock between her lips.
"Mmf! Mmm!" Pat moaned as the janitor plugged his cock into her mouth. She felt it pulsate with wild lust. Apparently it wasn't every day he got to see a beautiful naked woman brutally tortured, and the sight of Pat with the fire-filled trash can perched on her butt was driving him wild.
At other times Pat would have been nauseated at the idea that her mouth would soon be swimming in the young man's nasty jism-or perhaps as an act of defiance she would have bitten down hard on the cock invading her mouth. But she never thought of such things. All her mind was on the fiery pain in her ass, and its inexorable increase.
"Ahh!" Mike bit his lip. The noise that had slipped out had been an unmistakable moan of sensual delight. The bountiful boobs with which Lucy was so ably fucking his prick were irresistible. He kept his eyes resolutely on his tied-up aunt, but he started shifting his hips, prodding with steadily increasing vigor at the redhead's tits with his cock.
Lucy felt the boy's pulse hammering in the thick veins vined around the shaft of his cock. The dry tunnel between her jugs was rasped deliciously by the sliding prick. The exquisite twin stimuli of Mike's mammoth cock fucking her jugs and Pat's anguished cries ringing in her ears had brought her to the very brink of orgasm! "Oh, yeah, that's great," she murmured. Her nipples drew invisible lines across his firm stomach as the ripe white tit-fruits rolled and stroked around the tense prick.
Mike clenched his fists. He was being torn in two. He felt his ball sac shrinking from the erotic sensations of the boobs being kneaded around his cock. At the same time Pat was obviously enduring horrible torment. He longed to do something to help her. At the same time he longed for the strength to deny the pleasure the sadistic redhead's plentiful boobs were giving his prick. But there was no way he could do either!
The heat on Pat's ass was intolerable. She expected at any second to smell her own sensitive assflesh cooking like bacon on a griddle. "Mmm! Nnnhh!" she groaned.
George grabbed her head with both hands as her muffled cry echoed around his prick. He heaved forward with his hips, planting his prick full-length in his victim's mouth. The head of the prick drove down Pat's throat. Even her gag reflex was dormant, so dominated was she by the searing pain in her ass.
She rolled her eyes. Her head was on its side, pinned in place by George's cock stuck in her mouth. She tried to look back at the can filled with burning papers that was giving her such horrendous pain, but it was out of sight. She closed her eyes with a sigh as George began fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.
With a gasp Mike Turner gave up all pretense of fighting the pleasure Lucy's jugs were giving his prick. He scooted his butt forward on the desktop, though he had to bend backwards to do so with his hands still tied to the seatback. Feet planted firmly on the floor, he began jerking his hips back and forth, powerfully fucking his cock in and out of the tender tunnel between Lucy's boobs.
A wavering, hysterical cry from Pat and a wail of sheer lust broke from Lucy at the same instant. Lucy watched in awe as the immensely thick head of Mike's prick appeared and disappeared between her snowy tits. She smashed her jugs together with brutal force around the pistoning cock. Pain flashed through the pleasure radiating from her tits. She screamed again.
The cockhead was out of sight between her boobs. A white geyser of jism spurted from between her tits. She cried out in surprise, her fingers clamping like talons on her own tits. Mike went up on tiptoe to ram his cock upwards between the pillowy boobs as the first spurt of jism fell in white droplets that stung the girl's tits like molten wax. Lucy's head swooped down to meet him. Her tongue thrust downwards just in time to be bathed in the next stream of come jetting from the boy's prick. Then her ruby lips enfolded the head of Mike's cock as avidly as her jugs enfolded the cock's shaft. Her own pussy twisted with the sudden violence of orgasm.
"Mm! Unnh!" Pat's head wagged wildly from side to side. She couldn't take it any more! Her ass was being burned up, and the pain was just too hideous to bear. She wailed and wept and struggled against the inescapable pain. In her torment she was almost utterly unaware of George's cock probing her mouth lustfully. She scarcely noticed when the small prick jerked and spat, filling her mouth with pulse after pulse of come. The white jism ran from the side of her mouth, down her cheek to dew her hair. All that existed for her was the burning pain in her ass.
Suddenly the cock was no longer in her mouth. Another spurt of come spattered her gaping mouth. Belatedly she realized she heard a dull thunk. For an instant, half-forgetting her agony, she opened her eyes. George had sunk to his knees. His watery blue eyes had rolled up into his head. A girl stood behind him, her white-blonde hair in pigtails, her unbelievably huge boobs bouncing in her tee-shirt. In her hands she held a fire extinguisher. As Pat watched she raised the metallic cylinder again and brought it crashing down on the janitor's head. With a groan he disappeared.
"Hey!" Pat heard Jerry yell. "What the fuck-oof!" His exclamation died in an exhalation of breath and a tortured gurgle. The blonde-haired intruder had driven her foot into his balls with such crushing force that it was unlikely he would be much use to his incest-minded sister from now on. He doubled over, clutching his ruined nuts and mewling to himself like a newborn kitten as the militant blonde sent the wastebasket and its fiery contents spinning with a blow of the fire extinguisher. Pat gasped as cool air washed over her scorched and throbbing buttcheeks.
"What have you done to my brother!" Lucy's voice was a wild shriek as she launched herself at the newcomer, come streaming from her mouth and rolling in fat drops down her flying tits. Her red-nailed fingers were outstretched claws reaching to rake the blonde girl's face. The blonde stood her ground.
When the redhead was almost within arm's reach of the interloper the blonde gave her a blast of freezing carbon dioxide right on her bare tits. Lucy shrieked and clutched her tits with both hands. The icy gas hissed out again. Lucy sank moaning to her knees. The blonde struck her down with the extinguisher.
Mike was staring at the voluptuous rescuer with wide eyes. Come dripped from the tip of his rigid prick. "Betty Ann!" he cried.
"You bet your ass, you goddamn two-timing bastard!" the full-bodied blonde replied in tones as frosty as the touch of the fire extinguisher's breath. Then the cylinder clanged off the floor and she had the young man gathered in her arms, cradling his head against her own remarkable jugs and crooning to him soothingly.
Somehow Pat didn't resent the girl's familiarity with her beloved nephew. Not even a little bit.
"Look, mister," Betty Ann Warren said as Mike fucked his fat cock into his aunt's pussy from behind, "nobody stands me up." She paused a moment, reached out a hand to tousle the youth's brown hair. "I had a feeling you'd started seeing somebody else. So I came snooping around after school to see if you'd stuck around. Lucky for you I did!"
Pat raised her head. "We're indebted to you," she said. "I hope you don't think I was trying to steal Mike from you. Uh!" The words came tumbling out as Mike rammed his cock balls-deep in her cunt again.
Betty Ann laughed with sincere warmth. "He's man enough for the both of us, don't you think?" she said. She shifted her ass closer to the older woman, spread her thighs wider, and put her hand on the top of the teacher's head. "Now shut up and eat!" Pat eagerly dropped her face back between the girl's tanned thighs and began to eat again at the sweet pink meat of Betty Ann's pussy. She and Mike owed a huge debt to the girl-a debt she was enjoying paying off.
She sighed in satisfaction as her nephew's cock came thundering up her pussy tunnel once more. A fine spray of cunt honey misted from her pussy as Mike fucked his cock home in it. Pat rotated her luscious-if somewhat tender-ass around the intruding pole of cock in her pussy. Her tongue made a slow circuit of the entrance of Betty Ann's moist cunt. The girl's pussy tasted even better than Lucy's had.
Hmm, Pat thought, Lucy. The teenager and her male accomplices were trussed securely with their own rope and stacked in a comer. Something would have to be done about the redhead. Something the redhead would like as little as Pat had liked what had been done to her. That was all right, Pat thought. Lucy had given her some very good lessons.
"Oh!" The fat head of Mike's cock seemed to surge halfway to her tonsils as he thrust his prick into her pussy. Betty Ann's thighs closed around her head and the girl ground her pussy into Pat's willing face. The teacher had a lot to learn from these two students. And she was looking forward to her lessons!