Chapter 10
"So what's our next plan of action?" Farrah asked, leaning against the kitchen counter in Brigette's apartment. "We've tried fucking them until they can't stand up straight and still the Jocks and the Cools insist on fighting each other."
"Frankly, I am baffled," Brigette replied, scooping eggs from a frying pan onto two plates. "I can't think of anything else to do. I mean, fucking is supposed to be the great cure-all, isn't it?"
Farrah leaned back in her chair, looking at her friend quizzically. Brigette was definitely an extremely beautiful woman and her curvaceous body was enough to give Farrah a juicy cunt at a glance. But what could the two of them do to convince the boys to stop fighting?
As she started in on her eggs, Farrah knew there would be plenty of hot cockmeat sliding between her hot, moist lips before the day was through. Farrah was convinced of it.
Farrah dismissed her class of girls and headed for her private office in the girls' locker room. She was tired from the previous night's bizarre events, but the exhaustion she felt didn't show on her face or body. Farrah Anderson was a fox, no matter what.
Slumping in her swivel chair, Farrah crossed her legs at the knee, wishing she had a cup of coffee to help awaken her. Her classes were finished for the day, but it would still be another hour before she'd be allowed to go home. She intended on getting a good nap before getting dressed again and going out searching for the Cools.
The knock at her door surprised Farrah. Her girls normally didn't disturb her when her office door was closed. Then the door was open just a little bit, and then suddenly it burst open. The Cools—Johnny, Ed and Frank—burst into the office, pushing Farrah against the wall. They closed and locked the door quickly.
"What's the meaning of this?" Farrah demanded, standing and putting her hands on her trim hips. "What the hell do you boys think you're doing?"
"We're going to fuck you, that's what we think we're doing," Johnny said, his voice low and menacing.
Farrah sized up the three young, teenaged studs. They all wore faded jeans and leather jackets over T-shirts. They looked tough, mean —and well worth fucking.
"Wait a minute," Farrah said quickly as she kicked off her tennis shoes and pulled the loose-fitting sweater over her head. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jogging shorts. "Want to see more? You can't fuck me with these on."
All three boys nodded their heads quickly and Farrah suppressed the smile. Her small, hard-nippled tits bobbled from her chest as she bent at the waist, dragging the shorts down her long, slender, deliriously tapered legs. When she stood up again, she was completely naked except for a pair of knee-high white crew socks.
"All the way, cock-sucker," Johnny said, gently rubbing the growing bulge in his tight jeans.
"Whatever you say, tough guy," Farrah replied sarcastically.
She took the socks off, dropping them to the floor. When she looked at the boys again, she saw something more than just lust on their faces. She saw anger, raw, passionate, burning anger. For the first time she felt pangs of honest fear.
"You're the Jocks' ol' lady," Johnny said as he unsnapped his jeans. "That's not good. The Jocks don't deserve a cunt as beautiful as you. That's why you're not going to fuck them anymore."
"You can't tell me what to do!" Farrah said as she crossed her hands over her cunt, hiding the triangular bush of golden hair.
"I don't give a fuck about what you think I can and can't do. You'd better understand that right from the beginning."
Farrah tried to fight against the boys. She didn't dare scream because to do that would alert her girls taking showers. So she tried to fight them on her own, and failed miserably. It didn't take long for Johnny, Frank and Ed to wrestle Farrah to the hard, cold tile floor of her office, then use her crew socks to tie her ankles and hands.
"Stop this, goddamn you!" Farrah hissed through clenched teeth, the floor hard against her titties.
On her stomach with her hands behind her back, the long white sock tied tightly around her wrists, Farrah's mind whirled uncontrollably. Why had they done this when it was obvious that she would willingly fuck all three boys?
They jerked Farrah to a standing position and she teetered precariously, finding it difficult to get her balance with her ankles tied together.
"You sons of bitches!" Farrah spat. "You'll never get away with this!"
Farrah trembled, her tits jiggling firmly from her chest as Johnny spun her around and bent her over her desk. The stunning blonde with the platinum mane of hair pressed her cheek against the hard surface, feeling the sharp edge of the desk top biting into the flesh of her thighs.
"This is what cunts get if they fuck the Jocks," Johnny said.
Farrah had heard from Brigette about the incredible column of cockmeat that Johnny possessed. The big-titted librarian had gone to great lengths in describing the length and thickness of the boy's prick, as well as how .delicious and salty Johnny's cum was. What Farrah had never anticipated, however, was feeling how big the cockhead was by having it jamming against her tight asshole.
"Don't, Johnny! Not there!" the phys. ed. teacher hissed, her beautiful jade green eyes opening wide in shock. Johnny paused a moment, surveying the erotic vision before him. Farrah's silvery hair was spread out around her head, hiding much of her face. He remembered how he'd seen that exquisite, full-lipped face the night before, splattered and smeared with jism the Jocks had shot on her. He looked down and saw her tight, firm, half-moon asscheeks. His cockhead, spongy and fully engorged, was at her tight asshole. Ass-fucking Miss Anderson was something he'd been planning to do since he found out she'd been fucking and sucking the Jocks—and now he was going to bring his dream to reality.
Farrah balled her hands into fists, testing the sock that was wrapped so tightly around her wrists. The sock could be stretched a little, but not enough to free herself. She was trapped, completely helpless!
"Take this, you slut!" Johnny hissed, grabbing Farrah's trim, firm hips for support.
For the briefest moment Farrah thought she might be able to escape the onslaught of hard,. pulsating cockmeat by dropping to the floor. But when she let her knees buckle, the only thing that happened was all her weight was on her upper body as she remained bent over the desk.
"Awwwwww!" Johnny groaned, putting force behind his rock-hard, huge prick.
Farrah's eyes got even wider as she felt her asshole giving way to the forced, heated invasion of cockmeat. Slowly, the prickpole began working its way into her ass, driving into her.
She dared not scream, or even make a loud sound for fear that her girls, who were probably still in the shower or getting ready for their next class, would come to find out what the commotion was about. Farrah figured the boys would then just have more hot assholes to shove their big cocks into if that happened.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh!" she sighed softly.
As soon as the rim of Johnny's cockhead had pushed past the tight, firm ring of resistance of Farrah's ass, he spread his feet a little wider to get at a better angle, then threw everything he had at her asscheeks. His cock spread the teacher's pale, quivering asscheeks far apart as the cockhead was shoved deeper and deeper into her burning ass.
"Awwwwww! You're so big! Your cock is so big!" Farrah whimpered.
She never thought she'd be able to take a prick the size of Johnny's into her asshole without tearing apart, but Farrah did. She felt the boy pistoning his hips, each forward lunge driving just a little more of the mighty prickshaft into her ass while the cockhead explored deeper and deeper. And then she felt his hips come in hard, smacking contact with her asscheeks and she was knocked forward so the edge of the desk bruised her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhh! You're all the way in," Farrah groaned.
Though the pain was blinding for the tall, long-legged teacher with the tortured ass, she could tell the pain was also rapidly lessening in intensity. The cock remained buried to the hilt in her butt, and each passing second made it easier and easier for her to accept. When Johnny began fucking her ass, pushing and pulling his cockpole full-length into her rear opening, she felt the new and surprisingly erotic sensations of being filled with a huge cock from an opening she'd never experimented with before.
The realization that she had taken every inch of cockmeat that Johnny had to throw at her filled Farrah with an overpowering sense of ac-complishment. She couldn't say why she felt so incredibly happy to be able to take his cock into her asshole and feel the greatest amount of pleasure from it. Farrah Anderson simply knew that Johnny's big, throbbing cock felt magnificent as it see-sawed to and fro in her ass.
"She's got a tight ass," Johnny groaned, his thumbs prying apart the hot half-moons of Farrah's asscheeks.
"Hurry up!" Farrah heard one of the other boys say. "I can hardly wait to shove my cock into her. I'm going to fuck her hard! Real, fucking hard!"
The huge, steelish cock continued see-sawing back and forth in Farrah's ass. She rocked on her bare feet, fighting it keep her balance as the hot-blooded boy pounded her asscheeks with his hips, reaming her bugger with long, merciless strokes of his mighty prick.
Farrah sighed. Each time the boy reamed out her ass with his throbbing prick, she could hear and feel his balls slapping against her cuntlips. Each time his balls struck it, her clit sizzled more hotly, pussy juice oozing out between the puffy petals of her cunt, lubricating the tight pussyhole for whatever was forthcoming.
As she felt her ass repeatedly getting filled with Johnny's enormous column of cockmeat, Farrah decided to throw the boys a challenge. She was completely defenseless, yet she felt the burning neet to taunt them, to mmake them angry so they would fuck her furiously. And when they were finished, when she had taken all the cum their balls had to give, she would taunt them some more, saying she wanted more of their cocks and cum, even if she could fuck all three boys completely dry and still want more, she would defeat them in some strange way.
Johnny grunted as he threw his lean hips at the tall, slender teacher's ass. He felt her butt tightening around his cock pole, literally milking the jism from his heavy, cum-churning nuts.
"Give it to meeeee! Fuck my ass, you rotten bastard!" Farrah gasped.
Though her asshole was still smarting, Farrah now felt a wildly thrilling ecstasy of being ass-fucked. She loved taking Johnny's big prick into her ass until she could feel his hugely swollen cockhead driving to the deepest, farthest recesses of her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhh! You feel so good there!" Farrah chanted, knocking her hard and fast against the desk.
For a moment Farrah thought she might fall to the side. Since her ankles were tied together, there wasn't a chance that she would be able to regain balance herself. But just when she was certain she'd come tumbling to the hard floor and wouldn't even have the use of her hands to break her fall, Johnny grabbed her hips and fucked his prick into her ass.
"I'm . . . ahhhhhhhhh!" Johnny hissed.
Farrah felt everything the boy's prick did. She felt the cockhead expanding inside her asshole and she felt his big, hairy balls slapping her juicy cuntlips. His hands pulled up tight between his legs as he reamed her ass and then began deluging her with his hot, wet, sticky bolts of fuck-cream.
The slick, super-heated jets of fuck-cream slushed in Farrah's ass. She shivered, her hard nipples rubbing against the top of her desk as Johnny, his mind completely blown by the erotic thrill of ass-fucking such a beautiful teacher, gave her every inch of cock and every drop of spunk he had.
The deluge of cream into her ass never seemed to end. Farrah's ass hurt from the initial invasion, and from the harsh, hurried, relentless fuck-thrusts afterward.
"I want it!" she gasped breathlessly, her hands balled into tight fists. "I want your cummmmmmmm!''
As the last of his jism spurt into Farrah's asshole, the blonde felt Johnny drop down on top of her, pressing his chest down against her naked back. She was breathing heavily, her luscious, small, perfectly shaped tits being mashed by the top of her desk as he sank his cock all the way in her ass.
"You . . . you are a rotten bastard," Farrah sighed.
"You all are real sons of bitches!"
"You'll regret saying that to us," Johnny said, backing away from Farrah and uncorking his cock from her ass. "Trust me, you'll really be sorry you talked to us like that."