Howard Banning - The tortured teacher

Damn, she thought. There was no way out of this mess! Steve would absolutely die if he knew that two teen-age punks with greasy hair were about to rape her, and probably just a few feet from where he was sitting.

Linda now closed her eyes. The humiliation, the debasement. Lord, she just couldn't go through with it. But when she refused, rolling her head from side to side to avoid touching the heated flesh with her lips, Barry grabbed her cruelly by the shoulders, digging his powerful fingers into her soft flesh until she cried out.

"Open up, you little slut!" he yelled. Then he grabbed her fluffy brown hair and yanked her head until she cried from the pain. "Now, just be a good girl and suck off Daddy and everything will be cool!"

Fear and mortification came out in a moan, but Linda did as directed, closing her succulent lips hesitantly around the spongy tip of his rock-hard shaft. Steve had never forced her to do anything this awful, she thought, but to her surprise, it didn't taste nearly as bad as she had expected. She could already taste the odd, salty flavor of the clear but creamy liquid now oozing out of the end of his cock.

There was an unmistakable tremor of excitement coming over her as she experimentally ran her tongue over the throbbing shaft. The response was immediate – a deep moan of excitement emerged from Barry's throat. "Good girl," he panted, obviously excited at the whole idea of seeing his eight inch tower of power stuffed inside the mouth of that unapproachable bitch, Mrs. White. Every day, she drove him damn near berserk as he watched her melonous breasts strain into her pretty little blouse. "Lick it all over, now cunt!" he commanded. "Lick it like an ice cream cone and open your eyes so you can see what you're doing!"

She opened her eyes and noticed that the skin of Barry's monolith was stretched so tight that it shone. The thick veins that covered it like a road map pulsed madly against the white skin. And a few inches away was two huge hairy testicles, each heavy with the raging sperm that boiled within, eager to get out.

She now felt a strange pleasure that she had not really felt in any other of the sexual escapades of the last two days, for these teenage punks were making no effort to stimulate her at all. There was something so very different in the sexual energy here, as if three animals from a different planet had somehow gotten together in this dank little concrete room under a football stadium. Deep in her smoothly muscled belly, she could feel a new sensation, a burning, churning heat, coursing its way from the center of her womanhood throughout her body. Rape, she whispered to herself, and the word somehow made her just tingle all over. The very perversity of what she was being forced to do, the novelty of it, made all other thoughts disappear from her mind.

Up in the stands of the football stadium, Steve White wondered where in the world his wife could be, although without too much concern. She's probably at home, sobbing her eyes out, he thought. "It's just something women have to do from time to time," he told himself, rising to cheer as the Marley High School Wolves scored the first touchdown of their ball game against Pacific Heights. "Maybe it's that time of month or something like that."

Perhaps 20 feet from where he sat was his wife, in the middle of being raped by two members of the Marley High School motorcycle gang, The Blasters. Barry trembled as Steve's wife had her tongue slave over his eight-inch hardness and gasped, "OK, baby, now enough of this playing around. I want you to really suck it!"

Obediently, Linda slipped her soft lips over the naked shiny head of the steel-hard shaft, as Stuart stood right next to Linda's head and stroked his meaty erection furiously. And now, Barry groaned and flicked his strong hips forward, sliding the full steamy eight inches into the warm wet cavern of Linda's mouth and down the length of her velvety tongue until the spongy cock head slammed brutally against the back of her throat. She gagged in panic, but forced herself to remain still. She continued moving her tongue nibbling very lightly at the sides of his manhood with her teeth.

"Aaaagghh," the rapist moaned throatily. "Yes, suck it, suck it harder, baby! Make me come, honey." And now his jaw dropped and his head tilted back in ecstasy. Yes, older women really knew what was happening when it came to sex, he thought in an instant before his mind went blank again to all but the pleasures of watching this high-tone prissy Mrs. White bring him off.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking his meaty thickness into her mouth as if it were a cunt. Linda tried as best she could to suck on the purple-veined monster, but could barely catch her breath before it was rammed into her again. It was terrifying, but at the same time, somehow exhilarating. It was as if being forced to do this and not having any control over it removed whatever guilt she might have normally felt for having gotten into this situation. Had she concentrated on nothing but the brutality of what was going on, she might have screamed, but tried to keep her mind off that and instead find it interesting that this pulsating hunk of male meat kept swooshing into her.

Barry began moving into her harder and harder. He saw her eyes begin to water and thought, "Good! Let's see her suffer a bit for a change!" Now he threw back his head all the way as he felt his abdominal muscles go stiff. "Suck it harder!" he screamed and she complied.

And now he came, with a burning, volcanic explosion, with great, booming spurts of white hot sticky come pouring down Linda's throat as she valiantly tried to swallow it and keep breathing. "Oh, shit, that feels so fine, yeah… you little slut, you do suck good. Oooo, yeah," he moaned after pumping his viscous male sperm into her for almost a full minute.

Barry fell back on the floor in a heap, but Stuart was in a lather, just aching to make this untouchable little history teacher make him come the way Barry just had. He decided that he would top Barry, however, by coming inside her little cunt, rather than just her mouth.

"Get those pants off bitch," he ordered in a low, mean growl that carried not even a trace of tenderness to it. "I want to get a load of your little cunt, baby. I want you to beg me for it, bitch!"

"Go to hell," Linda whimpered, her throat still full of Barry's hot come.

Blam! Linda screamed as Stuart hit her right in the stomach again. Then she spent the next minute trying to get her wind back as Stuart stroked his ten-inch blue-veined stiffness frantically, with the mammoth cock somehow seeming to grow even thicker with each thrust of his greasy hand.

Linda could see his muscles rippling as he concentrated all his power into his steely hardness and she knew that if she resisted again she risked getting beaten to a bloody pulp. What a loathsome, despicable animal he was, she told herself, her mind still hazy. But she knew that if she cooperated, she might get out of this horrible place a little faster. Normally, it would have been impossible, but she didn't normally get punched in the stomach, so hard that she had almost passed out both times it happened. "I'll just pretend that it's Steve I'm with now," she told herself. Right now, she'd have given her very soul to be home, lying in bed with her cute, little husband and saying, "I love you baby." Instead, she was cringing like a dog before its master. Small pleading sounds that she tried to stifle came up from her throat.

Stuart had now stopped readying his veiny stiffness and now it throbbed against his hairy belly with each of his heartbeats. He grinned malevolently at Linda, still swearing on the floor, then said to Barry, who was lounging in one of the chairs in the room, "Watch this."