Chapter 6
Linda gave a spluttering groan when she felt Johnny's hard cock fuck into her cunt. With him kneeling between her parted thighs and his hands supporting her lower body, she felt every hard inch of his prickshaft. It felt as if his cockhead, were fucking right through her guts.
"Ouch ... hurts," she gasped, throwing her head back. Her body had tightened, causing her arms and legs to pull against the ropes.
Searing spasms of pain shot into her joints. "Not ... so fast . . . please."
"Sorry, baby, I like a fast one to blow out the tubes," Johnny said. "Then . . . then we can fuck like minks for a long time."
Linda tried to relax, to make his fucking cock fuck in and out a little easier, but it was almost impossible. Each time his cockhead fucked into her pussy, her insides got more sensitive. There had to be a limit to the times a cunt could be screwed without being ruined.
"Damn . . . so fucking tight," Johnny said, slipping his hands from her waist to her thighs. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh and began yanking her back to meet his forward fucks. "Take it ... all the way up ... here!" He felt his balls throb with a thick load of cum.
As he fucked her more savagely, Linda realized the fuck wouldn't be so bad if he untied her. At least she could move around a little. She looked at her right wrist, saw the rope squeeze into her flesh.
Tied up and assaulted. Fucked brutally by someone she didn't even know. Did that fact make sex worse . . . or better?
Sex had always seemed to be something to share between two people who cared. But she'd had that with Mark, and sex with him had been little better than a handshake. And she had to admit that the gnawing itch in her pussy had been fully erased for the past two days.
While she still tried to make some sense of her confused thoughts, she felt her pussy mold itself firmly around his throbbing cock. A tiny stream of oozing fuck juice then began lubricating her cunt walls. Soon, his eockshaft began sloshing in and out noisily.
"Ohhhh, good," she whispered, glad that the pain was melting, being replaced with pleasure.
"Damn, you're hot," Johnny said, heaving forward with his full weight. "And ... and there's nothing I like better than a hot cunt to fuck."
Linda began working with him. Each time he fucked his prick forward, she pumped her ass to meet his cock. Their bodies began smacking noisily.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Linda said a little louder, feeling her insides quiver with growing ecstasy. How could she have thought his cock was bad? His prick was perfect, totally filling her with throbbing cock. "Faster . . . harder ... screw my pussy into a million pieces!"
Suddenly, her pussy began vibrating; then exploded with savage release. Every muscle in her body tightened, then went slack. She took a .deep breath and yelled between clenched teeth.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she shrieked. Her orgasm shot upward, then burst around the root of his cock.
While her climax burned into every cell of her body, she hardly noticed when his cock expanded, began jerking. As the first molten glob of cum hit her insides, however, she became fully aware of the power of his climax.
Molten explosive lumps of cum blasted into her pussy with the force of a fire hose. And each wad seemed like a tiny liquid animal, clawing to get out of her body.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, bucking wildly. "Screw it, you pig whore!" Johnny gasped, plunging in more creamy globs of jism. "Take it all the way in and fuck on my cock ... eat it out with your hot cunt."
Linda sucked and pulled on his prick with her flexing cunt muscles until they burned with exhaustion. Finally, when her insides were numb with pleasure, she collapsed and squirmed beneath him as if in agony. She could feel his jism slosh around his cockshaft, melt from the sides of her pussy opening and roll into her red-gold pussy hairs.
That one had to be the best, she thought. Perhaps it was because I didn't think of the shame, the humiliation. Nothing had mattered but the sheer ecstasy of cock in cunt. They had fucked like two cats on a fence.
She recognized the change in her attitude, and it frightened her. It was as if she were going down a roller coaster, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Did she want to stop it?
Johnny jabbed his body, forward, planting the final wad of cum in her cant, then fell over her body. He slipped his hands under her body and worked his fingers into the firm flesh of her tits.
"Ahhhhhh ... yes, now that's what I call blowing out the old tubes," he murmured. "Ready for that sweet, slow fuck?"
Linda didn't know if she were ready or not. These boys fucked with such intensity, such brute force she wondered if her cunt would last the night.
A sweet, slow fuck, as he said, might be nice, she thought.
"I ... I guess so," she said softly, still unable to sort out her feelings. "Do what you have to."
Johnny untied her, then turned her onto her back. He pushed her arms out again and reattached the ropes to her wrists and ankles. When her feet and hands were firmly anchored, he straddled her middle, letting his small, hairy ass crush down on her tits.
Linda opened her eyes wide and gasped when she saw his massive cock just a couple of inches from her mouth. No small wonder she'd felt like she'd been, fucked with a baseball bat. Even half-hard, his prick was enormous. And now his cock was covered with a mixture of her pussy juice and his cooling cum.
"Nice big tits," Johnny said, lowering his hands to the sides of her tits. He pushed them together so that both nipples buzzed against the underside of his cock. "Ever had a cock fuck these big things?"
She'd had Rod's cock slide over them before, when he'd thrown his body over hers and fucked her throat.
"Yes," she said softly, looking at the purple head of his cock. "I ... I think so." "Really?" Johnny said, a sadistic grin on his face. "Well, we'll just see about that." Linda watched with fascinated horror as he reached to the side of the bed and picked up a long piece of fuzzy rope. Then, when he began wrapping it around her middle, cross-crossing her tits, forming a figure-eight, her spine began tingling.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she asked, looking at him intently.
"Gotta tie these together," Johnny grunted, slipping the ends of the ropes up around her neck. When he did, the force of pulling out the slack caused her tits to jerk upward. Linda's nipples were almost touching her chin. He tied the knot at the back of her neck.
"Ouch ... that ... hurts," Linda cried. True, it did hurt, but it also felt good. She liked the way the ropes pushed into her flesh, made her tits stand rigid. "Now . . . what are you ... going to do?"
In answer, Johnny shoved forward, burying his cockhead in the delicate folds of her tits. The ropes had made the valley of her tits like a cunt or shitter opening.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" Johnny gasped, fucking all the way forward. The end of his prickshaft peeked through the top part of her tits, nudged the hollow of her throat. His furry balls slid up her stomach and rested just at the bottom of her silky tits.
Linda found it difficult to believe the sensations that shot into her body. Although they weren't as intense as when her pussy or asshole were fucked, still the feeling was exciting. She felt delicate sensations shiver through her flesh, warm her insides.
"Ohhhhh ... fuck me," she whispered, squirming beneath him. "When ... you go, can I . . . can I have it!" She looked at his cockhead when his prick reappeared.
"Sure," Johnny chuckled. "Just open that sweet mouth like a baby bird. I'll let you know when."
Linda did exactly that. She also lapped her tongue out, ready to touch the silky texture of his cockhead when his prick pushed back through the silky mounds of her bound tits.
"Like it this way?" Johnny said. "Hmmm, baby?"
"Yes ... ohhh ... yes," Linda murmured, the only thing that could make the fuck better would be something inside her pussy.
"Is that dildo still over there?" she asked, feeling herself blush. "I mean if it is, would you?"
"Hey, you are cock-hungry, aren't you?" Johnny laughed.
"My pussy is just itching, that's all," Linda said.
"I can fix that," Johnny said. He squirmed his legs over and brushed his toes into the crack of her cunt. "Want to foot fuck me, or do you want that silly dildo?"
When Linda felt the hard pressure of his toes, she jerked. His foot was much better than the dildo. More yielding, and warm. She sucked with her pussy, drew his toes farther inside her cunt.
God, was she ever getting depraved? Her tits tied up and being fucked and this kid's toes in her cunt!
Rod had at one time accused her of being too tame. If only that bastard could see me now, she thought.
"Faster ... stick it to me faster," she whispered, lifting her head and opening her mouth wide. "Mmmmmmm, let me have some of your cock to suck . . . "
Johnny fucked totally forward. When he did, the end of his cockshaft fucked between her parted lips. She then locked her mouth so firmly around his prick that he found it a little difficult to pull back.
"You ... really want that thing, don't you?" he said, a sadistic glint in his eye. "Yes ... I ... I want it all," Linda said. The taste of his warm prick wasn't enough. She wanted his cock throbbing between her tonsils. She wanted to feel those wiry crotch hairs scratch the insides of her nose. "Fuck ... my mouth. instead."
"Later, baby," Johnny said. "Just hang on ... we'll see what happens."
Linda's body began aching, itching with the horrible sensations she'd known for such a long time. She began squirming her ass around, flexing and relaxing her cunt muscles around his toes, but it just didn't help. The itch was way back in her pussy, where only a cock could go.
"I ... I want it ... God, give it to me," she pleaded, pulling against the ropes at her wrists and ankles.
"You mean you want this?" Johnny said, slipping his cock from between her tits and holding his prick about an inch from her mouth.
"Yell" Linda gasped, lunging her head forward.
Johnny pulled back, then laughed.
"You little ... bastard," Linda said, her voice raw with hunger. "Give it to me." Again the boy jabbed his cockhead between her tits. After fucking them for a few moments, he let his cock flop upward and hit his stomach. He held his prick down with his right hand and began rolling the tip of his cock into the hollow of her throat, over her cheeks. Everywhere but in her open mouth.
Linda felt her body shake with pain. And for the next few moments, it seemed like the worst torture she could imagine. She had to have his cock!
She swallowed hard and watched Johnny sit back and begin jacking his cock. His delicious looking foreskin slipped up and down, over his thick, purplish prickhead. A tiny glistening drop of clear fuck fluid burned at the small slit of his cum-hole.
"I think I'll just blow my load right on your cocksucking face," Johnny said. "How about that, whore?"
Although Linda wanted his sweet prick inside her throat or her cunt, she became suddenly fascinated by his suggestion. She would get the chance to see his cockhead expand, then jerk with life. The cum would boil from his balls and splash all over her face. The fuck liquid would crawl over her flesh, melt downward.
"Please ... let me have it," she whispered, her eyes wide with lust. "Just ... give it to me ... anyway at all."
While Johnny jacked his cock up and down a little quicker, he worked his toes around in her cunt. Her pussy opening was sucking, pulling just like a mouth. He'd never seen a woman so hungry for anything in his life. Her torture at wanting and his pleasure at denying made it all the better.
"Ready for it?" he asked suddenly.
She gazed intently at the slightly spasming cum-hole. Instantly, a shot of molten jism spewed from the small opening. The first wad hit her between the eyes like a gunshot. Another quick explosion of cum blasted the side of her nose.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, opening her mouth so wide that her jaw ached. She managed to catch the third and fourth lumps of cum over her lapping tongue. "Splash ... it all over me!"
As his acid-like fuck juices poured over her face, shot into her hair, she felt her insides become an itchy cauldron. She squeezed her cunt muscles furiously around his toes, then arched her back.
An electric-like jolt of pure ecstasy swept into her guts. Then another and another . . . "Here ... take the rest, slut!" Johnny gasped, fucking his cock into her mouth.
"Unhhhh ... yes ... down your fucking throat, whore!"
When Linda felt his cockhead stab between her teeth, then slide over her tongue, she experienced an explosive convulsion of release. She pursed her lips tightly around his fucking cockshaft, then munched upward to the thick mass of curly, sweaty crotch hair.
"Fuck it in, bitch," Johnny growled, pumping his ass wildly up and down. His balls were slapping into the hollow of her throat, his knees moving in and out of her armpits. "Every ... goddamned ... drop, you prickloving pig!"
Their bodies smacked noisily because of the streams of cum against her face. The very sound was wonderful to Linda, causing her insides to rumble. She sucked savagely, almost as if she were trying to eat him off and swallow his fantastic slab of prick.
Finally, Johnny crushed his full weight between her lips and held himself there. After a delicious eternity for Linda, he went limp, covering her face with the hard, hairy muscularity of his stomach and crotch.
"Mmmmmmfffff," she gurgled, lapping her tongue around the rubbery surface of his prick, collecting her own cum-flavored spit.
When he pulled away- a few moments later and untied her right hand, she scooped up the stray globs of cooling cum and licked them down greedily. Oddly enough, each sweet drop only made her hungrier. She looked at him with begging eyes.
"Let me have some more," she said, squeezing her fingers over her bound tits. "God, I could drink that stuff forever ... mmmmm, it's so good and creamy."
"Sorry, baby, you sucked me dry," Johnny said, standing up and moving toward the door. "Where's Derek?" Linda asked. "Would you ask him to come in here?"
Although the boy didn't answer, Linda was sure Derek would come in. She would have a long talk with him. Perhaps they could work something out. It wasn't the end of the world.
He had given her humiliation and shame, but he was also responsible for pleasure she didn't even know existed.
And who the hell cared if her reputation as a teacher was shot? Or that the boys were years younger?
God, I'm talking crazy!
Alone with her thoughts for a few more moments in the darkened room, she came to her senses. She would just have to make the best of a bad situation. Somehow pull herself out of this insanity and go back to her old life.
When the door opened, she turned her head quickly and looked up at the shadowy figure. "So A's finally my turn," she heard a rich baritone voice say.
It wasn't Derek, but Greg Wilson. She knew that voice anywhere.
"Where's Derek?" she asked, swallowing hard. She felt suddenly frightened. "Derek?" Greg asked, closing the door. "Oh, he's in there fucking the shit out of Marie."
Linda couldn't believe it, but she actually felt jealous. Why, if he was able to fuck, wasn't he in here where he belonged?
Where he belonged ...
Now, however, she had something else to think about. Greg Wilson. Was Derek saving the worst for last? If so, he was right on that score. The boy had a terrible reputation at school. The idea of being with him, alone, in the same room filled her with a gnawing fear.
She watched him approach-stalk-and her body trembled with horror.