Howard Banning - The tortured teacher

Turning to Linda, he said in a calm voice, "Now, Mrs. White. You're going to learn something for a change. You're going to find out what it does to a guy when he can't get any pussy from any of the broads in school. Then you talk about these barbarians coming in and raping people… don't you understand? Boys like me and Barry here, we get all hot and bothered when you talk about things like that. We get tired of beating off every day. So now we're gonna do something about it. Now, like I said, I want you to beg me for it I want you to beg to get fucked by me!"

Linda could only stare for an instant and Stuart immediately slapped her so hard that she screamed out in pain and quickly cried to him, "Fuck me, please. Do anything, just don't hit me. Please don't hurt me!"

"That's not good enough, you little bitch," he growled. "You got to sound like you mean it, like you're dying for it. You got that?"

Linda was choking back her sobs, and now she forced herself to smile. "I'm sorry," she whispered, blinking back a tear. "I really do like you, Stuart. I hope you know that no matter what happens, you'll always think of me as your friend. I really mean that, and I hope you feel the same way."

"Barry's my only friend," he said, stroking his colossal cock, one that resembled a tree trunk with two fists sticking out from beneath it. But the anger had gotten out of his voice, so Linda kept on the same tack, hoping that it would keep her from getting killed.

"You really ought to gets girlfriend, Stuart, just because you're so good looking that you're probably breaking all kinds of little hearts out there," she lied, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"What crap," said Stuart, but he again did not seem to be very angry.

"You've got a really good build and a nice smile," she said, her voice now starting to tremble ass wave of revulsion swept over her. "It's just a matter of believing that yourself. As a matter of fact, if I weren't married, I'd probably be having some serious thoughts about you. You're kind of my type – tall and good looking."

"Keep going," said Stuart quietly. His cock continued to throb.

"Come here, Stuart," she said throatily as she got on to her knees. In a moment, his cock was pressed across her face. So gross, thought Linda, but she forced herself to go on. "You are really making me horny, Stuart. I'm starting to get wet for you. And I love your cock. It's so big and beautiful, just like you."

And with that, she stuck out her tongue and licked his joy pole furiously. If she could get him to come now, maybe he wouldn't insist on putting his organ, one she was afraid might split her open, inside of her. She tried to take his spongy cock head inside her mouth, but could only get a little more than half of it in. And now she kissed and licked it furiously, thinking all the time of Steve and how she and him had really never done things like this during their brief marriage.

"Oh, I love you," she moaned out loud, silently adding the word "Steve" to the end of her exclamation. "I love your cock, it feels so good," she gasped between kisses and licks, as she now began frantically stroking the almost metallic base of his ten inches with her soft little hands. "Oh baby, you turn me on to the max yeah, you're so foxy, baby… I wanna make you come."

Those were apparently the magic words. Stuart let out a blood-curdling scream, almost like a girl's, it was so high and piercing. "Oh yes, yes!" he now yelled as white hot sperm gushed out in a flood that arched up and onto the wall, leaving great whitish splotches on it, in at least 10 different places, as Stuart pumped his hips in and out to maximize every single moment of pleasure. For the first time that Linda could ever remember, a big smile broke out on his face, even though Linda hadn't swallowed any of his sperm.

She watched his giant male member deflate like a balloon with the air going out of it and became more and more pleased as it dropped towards the floor in a few seconds. She was finally going to get out of here, she exulted. She hadn't even had to take off her clothes. Her hopes were dashed almost immediately, for Barry now had stepped in front of where she knelt. And his blue-veined manhood was again rock-hard. With a sinking heart, she knew that he wouldn't settle for the same thing she had done to him last time. She was right. "Get those clothes off right now, Mrs. White," Barry ordered. "I want to see you do a strip tease with 'em, OK? I want to be entertained."

So she tried her best even though she'd only read about strip tease dancers, and had never actually seen one. First she pulled off her boots slowly and then rubbed her legs a bit, then wigged around a bit, as both Stuart and Barry clapped their hands. "Yeah, get it on, teach!" Barry yelled as she slowly pulled off her jacket and swung it around like she was winding up to threw a baseball.

The fear she had felt earlier was disappearing just a bit, only because she had a little bit of an area to move around in and because she forced herself to keep on thinking about Steve. Now she tossed away the coat and now she shimmied out of her sweater, an action that brought gasps of lust and the smacking of lips from Barry and Stuart. Grinding her hips round and round and closing her eyes to think of lying on the beach in her string bikini, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans as slowly as possible, feeling so emotionally drained that she somehow found what she was doing a bit amusing. I've got to make these boys feel romantic or they'll beat the daylights out of me, she reminded herself, as she slid off her jeans, snaking her hips toward Barry's face. She tossed them to him and reached back to undo her lacy baby blue brassiere as Barry whistled and started to pull on his now enormous meatiness, which now seemed even bigger than the eight inches it had reached before.

Now she ran her hands over her cherry-like nipples, which were surprisingly hard at this point and massaged them as if they were ripe tomatoes, just on the verge of bursting open if they were handled too roughly. Both the boys had become very quiet now as their eyes ran over her body with unbelieving delight. She danced unresistingly before them, now starting to take off her matching baby blue panties, the string bikini model, showing the fleecy brown curls in between the firm, trim thighs and the generously curved buttocks, which flared out breathtakingly from her narrow waist. And her breasts… Christ, they were fine, even better than what the boys had imagined during all those long hours in history class, listening to Linda talk about kings, caesars, the Catholic Church and the Moors. Now they jiggled constantly like puppets on strings, so firm they were. And now Linda slid her panties off and tossed them gently to Barry, who seemed to her to be less of an animal that Stuart. Forgive me, Steve, I'm just trying to survive, she prayed silently.

She was wrong about Barry. He was just as insensitive as his friend, for rather than letting Linda sashay all the way up to him and sit on his lap, then play with his throbbing cock, he jumped up and literally tackled her as the Marley High School free safety might do in trying to stop a sweep around the strong side of the line.

As before, the force of this blow knocked the wind out of her and she lay gasping to catch her breath on the floor with an aching head and ribs coming from being slammed into the wall. Her mind was blank except for one idea – submit. Submit or die. Now she was stretched unmoving across the floor unable and not caring to stir her pain-wracked body. She couldn't even think of Steve, could not summon up his image, any longer. She just hoped it would be over as soon as possible.

"Hey, Barry," she now dimly heard Stuart say. "Don't wear her out too bad. I want her to have at least a little energy left when you get done with her."