Chapter 3
During her several years of teaching and counseling at Western High School, Miss Maple had come to know Miss Jones quite well. In fact, Miss Jones was one of the few friends Miss Maple had. Therefore, It was Miss Jones that the blonde, strait-laced counselor called at home the next morning to discuss the awful goings-on of the night before. When she learned that her friend also had a disgusting encounter the day before, she begged Miss Jones to join her on a drive through the countryside in order to clear their minds and decide how best to handle the situations.
"I think we should tell the principal first thing Monday morning," said Miss Jones.
She was sitting in the passenger seat, looking as proper as she could in her vested, blue wool suit. She occasionally wiped the dust from her glasses and patted her tightly wrapped hair.
"I agree with you," said Miss Maple, both hands on the wheel. "We must make an example of them. That school used to be a great institution with class and respectability and some of the finest students in the country. But lately both our students and our younger teachers have been taking far too many liberties.
They're ruining our school's very foundation and I don't intend to let them get away with it!"
"Nor do I," added Miss Jones, crossing her arms overjier tits.
"I think it's up to us to stop them before they go any further," said Miss Maple, making a sharp curve. "And I know exactly what we'll do. We'll each make out a long report, detailing precisely what we saw. Then we'll hand a copy to the principal, Mr. Cox, and another to the board of education."
"Yes," said Miss Jones, smiling. "And we'll have our old school back once again." Then she settled back in her seat and for the first time took notice of the colorful autumn foliage that sped by her window.
Miss Maple, finding her baggy corduroy slacks and thick wool sweater ample protection against the crisp air, also settled back in her seat. She saw no signs of civilization at all, only the dirt road stretched out before her and thick woods all around. Her stomach tightened as she looked in vain for a farmhouse or even a telephone pole.
"I've never been this far out before," she told Miss Jones. "What do you think, Edna, should we turn back?"
"It is kind of spooky, isn't it? But it's up to you, Ann. You're driving. If you want to turn back, then turn back."
Ann Maple did indeed want to turn back. But when she pulled over to make a U-turn, her two right tires plummeted into an unseen ditch and the car came to an abrupt halt.
"Can we get out?" asked Edna, peering out the window.
"I'm afraid not," said Ann, vainly pumping the gas pedal. "The ditch is just too steep. The car won't budge."
"What'll we do now?"
"I'm afraid we'll have to try to find a phone so we can call a tow truck or something."
"I suppose you're right," said Edna. "Wait a minute! There's a car! Maybe whoever it is will help us get out of this ditch."
Both women jumped from the car and waved their arms wildly in order to stop the oncoming motorist. The battered pickup truck slowed and came to a stop alongside their stranded car. Two men in overalls hopped out and examined the situation carefully, both rubbing the stubble on their chins as they looked from the women to the stuck car and back again.
"Can you get us out?" asked Ann, careful not to get too close to the two strangers. "We'll gladly pay you for your aid."
"Wouldn't do any good if we did pull you out of that ditch," aid the tallest man as he ran one hand through his curly black hair. "See all that gasoline on the ground? You ruptured your gas tank when you went into the ditch. The only thing to do is to get a tow truck to come and take you into town for repairs."
"Yea," said the other stranger. "There's a town about ten miles down the road. There's a repair station there."
"Will you please take us there so we can get hold of a tow truck?" said Edna. "We'll pay you."
After glancing at the women and then at his friend, the tallest one said, "Sure, we'll be happy to. Won't we, Ned?"
"Er, ah, yeah, sure. Sure, we'll give you a ride into town. Les and I always help out people in need."
Greatly relieved, Ann Maple and Edna Jones climbed into the bed of the truck, then held on tight as the men pulled the pickup back onto the road and took off for town. Neither enjoyed the bumpy ride very much, but they were just happy to have found help. They knew that things could have been a lot worse.
"I wish they would slow down a little," Edna finally said. "This truck is hard on my ass."
Then they both laughed but their laughter was short lived, for the truck did in deed slow down, just before it turned left onto a narrow driveway.
"They said the town was just down the road," said Edna. "Why did they turn up here? Where are they taking us?"
"Let's ask them," said Ann.
But when she turned towards the cab of the truck, she saw Ned looking back through the rear window at her-and there was a wicked grin on his face.
"I don't like this one bit. Let's run for it!"
They jumped from the truck together and took off down the driveway towards the road. They heard the struck stop abruptly. Then they heard two doors open and slam shut again. Then loud angry voices reached their ears, along with the sound of running footsteps.
They both ran as fast as they could. But they were no match for the farm boys. Edna was caught first, and her screams so frightened Ann that the blonde left the dirt driveway and took off through the woods, with Les right behind her.
But within seconds he had her, his thick fingers digging into her thin arm. She cried out in pain, then in fear as he dragged her into a small clearing. There was grass beneath her feet and a wall of trees and shrubs surrounding her. But all she noticed was the sadistic look in the farm boy's eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What are you going to do with us?"
"Guess!"
"Oh, no! Oh, no!" There was no mistaking his intentions and the thought horrified her. This couldn't be happening to her!
She screamed again when the farm boy grabbed her sweater and pulled it up to her titties as roughly as he could. She was helpless against his superior strength and couldn't prevent him from exposing her bra-covered titties and bare belly.
"Nooooo! Please don't!"
But it was like talking to a brick wall. The big kid's eyes bugged out when he saw Ann's white bra and the tops of her round titties. He yanked harder on her sweater until he managed to pull it up over her face.
Ann felt her bra being torn from her. When the straps finally snapped, she felt a sharp pain in her back where the metal clasp dug into her skin. But her cries meant nothing to the sex-crazed farm boy, and she soon could feel his dirty mouth all over her creamy tits.
Slurping and sucking sounds reached her ears and she groaned in disgust. Sharp arrows of pain pierced her tittie meat in a dozen or more places. No man's lips had ever touched her there before.
She tried to punch him, but his muscular body only hurt her small fists. Then she tried to scratch him, but he simply pinned her arms behind her with one hand, then used the other to fondle her now-throbbing titties. Though she continued to struggle and cry out, she was overcome with shame and fear and a sense of her own helplessness.
Then his hand roamed down to her belly button, and a new wave of fear swept through her. She renewed her struggles but her best efforts proved fruitless. The overgrown youth was just too much for her, and soon her pants were unfastened and unzipped.
"Don't do this! Please don't! I'll give you money if you stop right now!" Her words were frantic, as she gasped for air.
"I don't want your money, sweetie, I want this!" Then he reached down and cupped her cunt mound in one huge hand.
"Eeeeeeeee!" she cried, knowing her thin panties couldn't keep the farm boy's hand off her tender cunt.
"Enough playing around, sweetie, let's have some fun."
Then he forced her down to the ground and stripped off everything but her sweater, leaving it pulled up over her face. Neither her struggles nor her sobs could stop him from having his way with her.
He pinned her arms up above her head as he pulled his own overalls down to his ankles. He didn't bother to remove them completely and he wasn't wearing anything beneath them.
Ann groaned loudly when she felt the youth's hard cock pressing against her inner thigh. The cock was hot and wet and she could feel it sliding closer and closer to her naked pussy. She tried to twist away from the prick but the farm boy lowered all of his weight down on her and held her in place.
Soft grass cushioned her back and ass, helping her to withstand the youth's strong body. A little skylight penetrated the wool sweater over her face and allowed her to see the shadowy figure on top of her.
"Iiieeeee!" she howled when the farm boy sank his sharp teeth into one of her heaving tits. "Aaaagh!"
Les sucked noisily on the counselor's tit, using his teeth and lips and tongue. He made the tit swell up and harden as he coated it with his pit. Then he chewed on the smooth tit meat and spread tiny red bruises all over the tit's surface.
"Ungh!" she groaned, shaking her head and trying to free her wrists form Les' firm grip. "You're hurting me!"
He kept all his weight on top of her in order to hold her down. His mouth moved to her other tit and soon that one was hard and hot and throbbing too. She continued to cry out in pain and fear and disgust.
As he nibbled on her big tits, his hard-on slid all over her belly and thighs and pussy mound. Her lower body was soon coated with a thin film of cum that made her itch. She grew red with shame as she tried her best to keep his prick away from her pussy.
"Hold still, dammit!" cried Les, using his powerful muscles to subdue the woman. "Anyone would think you'd never been fucked before. Hell, my cock ain't going to hurt you."
Les then worked his slim hips in between her luscious thighs and forced her thighs apart. With his cock head now resting on her cunt crack, he laughed aloud and lunged forward as hard as he could.
"Ahhh! Iiieeee!"
The pain that shot through Ann's loins was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She felt as if her guts had been ripped open. There was no pleasure at all, only an indescribable agony, like someone ramming a knife into her.
Les, with his prick buried halfway in her cunt box, laughed once again as he lunged forward one more time and buried his cock balls deep. He was oblivious to her suffering. All that mattered was his own joy.
"Iiiieeee!" screamed Ann as the last of her cherry was ripped apart. "Ohhhhh!"
The pain shot through her lower body in a thousand different directions, almost paralyzing her. Her virgin blood trickled down her cunt tube and onto her inner thighs. She felt the farm boy's thick cock deep in her cunt, stretching her cunt meat to its limit, and she wanted to die.
"Oh, my pussy! My poor pussy! I'm so ashamed." She was glad the kid could not see her tears.
"Shut up, bitch! You know you like it!" he said as he leaned to her even harder and flattening his nuts against her cunt lips.
While the pain continued to ripple through her guts, Les reached under her and cupped her asscheeks in both hands. He sank his nails deep into her soft assmeat and lifted her off the ground. Then, with a laugh that mocked her, he began to pump his big prick in and out of her bleeding pussy hole.
"Ahhhh!" she howled.
The farm boy's huge prick stretched her pussy walls as it slid in and out of her. The many bumps on his cock shaft scraped against her tiny clit and tortured it mercilessly. She could do nothing but close her eyes and howl.
A burning heat rifled through her pussy and tested her senses. The pain was not as severe as before, but it was still intense and she knew she would never forget this moment as long as she lived.
Spit from the drooling farm boy's mouth rained down on her swollen, bruised tits. His heavy balls pounded her stretched cunt lips and his thick cock and belly hair scratched her smooth groin. She wanted to die.
"Ungh! Ohhhh!" she howled as his hairy ass rose and fell between her wide-spread thighs. "You're killing meeeee! Shit!"
"I can't help it," he said in a shaky voice. "Your hot cunt is just too good. Oh, yeah, baby!"
Then he pushed her legs way back until her knees touched her shoulders. She cried out in protest, but to no avail. He continued to slam his cock in and out of her very exposed pussy while she groaned miserably.
The grass beneath her was her only comfort. She felt so filthy in this position, with her legs raised so high. And when a cool breeze caressed her naked pussy and thighs, she felt even filthier.
Les fucked her relentlessly. He moved his hips in every direction, stabbing all parts of her pussy. The flesh-slapping noises increased as he found it impossible to control his swinging nuts.
Ann gasped and groaned louder from the brutal pounding. She could almost feel the farm boy's prick in her mouth. She did feel his hairy chest on her titties and this made her even crazier. She just couldn't cope with all these strange sensations.
But Les didn't care about her. He was like an animal between her thighs. She could feel his passion and lust, and she could taste his spit and sweat as he kissed her through the wool sweater. Only the pain in her pussy kept her from losing consciousness.
His grunts filled her ears and she shuddered from his hot breath. The squishing noises that emanated from her cunt hole made her frown. She was getting wetter and wetter, in spite of her protests, and not just from her virginal blood.
"Ooooooh! Heeeeelp!" she cried, the wool sweater stifling her voice. "You're fucking me too hard!"
"No, I'm not, baby. I'm fucking you just right. And you're enjoying every damned thrust. Right?" Then he fucked her even harder just to prove his point.
Ann's tits and ass shook as the farm boy's body rocked her. His nails were filling her assmeat with fire. She winced and squealed, wondering if he intended to drive his cock right up into her belly.
Suddenly, amidst the lewd flesh-slapping noises, a glowing warmth began to spread throughout her cunt box. The strange sensation frightened her and she felt guilty about it. What did it mean? she wondered.
"Ohhhh!" she cried. "You're fucking me too damned hard!"
She was aware that his cock had swelled considerably and that it was now throbbing menacingly. The meaning of that also escaped her-but not for long.
"Yessss!" cried Les, humping the counselor madly. "You're making me come, bitch! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! I'm coming!"
Ann's pussy was hurting when the farm boy's cock began to spurt. Thick wads of come blasted her sore pussy walls and drenched them with a soothing cream. She shook her head, wagged her tongue and cursed the kid as loud as she could. His hot jizz was the final insult. The teacher couldn't believe how soiled she was.
Then, with Les moaning in her ear, she was gripped by eerie spasms that shook her whole body. She howled fearfully and flailed her legs wildly as her orgasm swept through her. She didn't even know what it was. She only knew that she was no longer in control of her own body.
"Ahhh!" she cried, her voice shaky. "Help meeeee!" Then her pussy juices overflowed and drenched the kid's big cock.
Although she didn't want to, she held the boy's waist tight and continued to pump her pussy muscles around his cock. At the same time, Les pumped out his cum and filled her well-fucked cunt with more and more of his jizz. It wasn't long before her cunt was running over.
Ann shivered when the farm boy's cum ran down over her inner thighs. She tried not to think about it, but the sensations were just too intense to be ignored. Filled with shame, she prayed he would now remove his cock soon and let her up.
But Les wasn't through with her yet. He gave her a few more fuck-strokes, just to make sure his prick was empty. Then he raised himself into a kneeling position between her open thighs and let his limp cock slip out of her pussy slit.
"Now let me up," she asked. "You've had your fun."
"Don't be in such a hurry," he said, pulling her thick sweater down so she could see. "I'm having too much fun to stop now."
Ann looked down at the kid's sweaty body, and at her own grass-stained and sweaty flesh. The sight only added to her shame. Then she saw the boy's wet cock and she turned up her nose in disgust.
Les grinned as he rubbed his cock back and forth against her swollen pussy lips. Fuck juices covered both their groins and their hairs glistened brightly. Ann trembled at the touch of his cock, for she didn't know what he intended to do to her next.
"You've raped me and humiliated me," said Ann, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Why won't you just leave now?"
"You're a nice piece of ass. I don't want to give you up so soon. At least, not before I've sampled your goodies some more. Hell, baby, you better plan on spending the next few days with me!"
"No, I won't! I won't do it!"
Ann couldn't believe it. She had just been raped. Was she to be kidnapped too?
"Hey, what are you doing? Get away from me!"
Les had crawled up to her face, and now his cock was dangling only inches from her mouth. Once again, fear swept through her.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my cock or I'll pinch your fucking tits right off!" Then he seized her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard.
"Iiieeee!" she cried, shaking her head. "You're hurting me! Stooopp! Please stop!"
Les continued, fisting his cock and slapping it against her lips. The meaty aroma of cock and fuck juices stung her nostrils and she turned up her nose in disgust once again. The pain in her tit was becoming unbearable.
She kept up her resistance as long as she could, but soon the hideous pain in her tit forced her to open her mouth. When she did, Les pushed his cock into the opening and let out a long sigh.
The counselor sucked the boy's cock hesitantly. Her red lips ran up and down his long, bumpy cock shaft, gathering cock cream and cunt slime. The taste was awful, and the smell was even worse. But neither was as bad as the pain she knew he could inflict.
As the fuck juices accumulated in her mouth, she had no choice but to swallow them. They ran down her throat smoothly and soon warmed her belly, but she was not in the least pleased.
"You're not sucking my cock good enough!" roared Les, nearly twisting the counselor's right tit off. "Now suck my cock right!"
She cried out, her scream stifled by the farm boy's big prick. Then she began to do as he asked, fearful of provoking him further.
Her lips moved up and down his cock with more gusto. She milked out the last of his cum and as she did so, she filled the air with lewd sucking and slurping noises.
She slobbered over the kid's cock, replacing the cum with her spit. The dick hardened again and soon filled her tiny mouth with red hot fuck meat. Gagging, she bobbed her head up and down off the ground, making his cock disappear repeatedly.
Miss Maple also made the youth's cock very hot, and soon the prick pole was throbbing deep in her mouth. Only the continuous hammering of his cock head against the back of her throat kept her from passing out.
Spit dripped down onto her face as she sucked the hell out of the farm boy's cock. His balls slapped noisily against her lips and his cock hair delved into her nostrils and cut off her breathing. She gagged and choked and gasped for air as the cock grew harder and hotter and the youth grew more and more restless.
"Ohhhh!" cried Les at last. "That's it, bitch! You're doing it! I'm-I'm coming! Ahhhhh!"
Drowning in his thick jizz, Ann wondered what was to become of her-and what of her friend, Edna?