Carlotta Graham - Teacher_s bonus

"P-please, don't! It was an awful mistake yesterday. I thought… oh, I don't know what I thought, only don't make it any worse than it is already!"

"Worse? How can a good fuck make anything worse?" Curtis snorted in lustful humor, taking a couple of steps closer to the older woman. "Why, you just remember how much fun you had yesterday, Teach, and you'll see how much better it can be today!"

Lisa moaned and her eyes glazed with tears. She had to fight them; she had to! She had to do everything in her power to keep from submitting to their crudities, as much for her own sanity as for their sake! She struggled as Curtis reached out one hand and grasped her robe, tugging at her belt. "Let go of me, you little monster!" she shrieked hysterically. "Take your hands off of me!"

"You don't really mean that, Mrs. Hamilton." Curtis pressed his face closer to hers, and Lisa could smell the freshness of his youthful face and the feel of his muscular fingers as his hand dug painfully into her arm. "You think of what me 'n Scott can do to you, and you'll see you don't mean what you said."

The boy loomed up to her, his eyes devoid of pity. They shone into hers with a coldness, boring to the depths of her despairing soul. "I do," she babbled mindlessly, now horrified beyond rationality. "I do mean it! You can't make me do this; you can't make me!"

Curtis only laughed harder, and then he abruptly crushed his moist young lips down tightly on her mouth, grinding his already hardened loins against the softness of her abdomen. Lisa could feel his penis, long and hard, throbbing through the thin material of his pants and her robe, and despite her terror and loathing she could feel little butterfly-like sensations flitting dangerously in her stomach. She struggled valiantly against both them and the boy, but Curtis was seemingly all over her, arms and legs entwining to make her helpless in his urgent embrace. Finally he let up on the pressure, and she staggered back, breathless and blushing furiously with embarrassment.

"You see, Mrs. Hamilton? You can't stop me – or yourself!"

That last taunt was entirely too much for the mature teacher to accept. She turned and twisted compulsively away from his grip, her brain pulsing with the single panicky dread that she must escape… escape somewhere, anywhere, so long as it was away from this horrifying situation.

"End-zone tackle!" she heard Curtis whoop behind her, but she stumbled on toward the living room, encumbered by the folds of her bathrobe but sped on by the knowledge of what was sure to happen if she were captured.

Curtis loped easily after her, laughing as he enjoyed the erotic spectacle of her buttocks jouncing beneath the skimpy fabric of the robe. Hot shit, here was a real tigress! It was all a malicious game to him, and not even a real contest, the terrified teacher no match for his lean, muscular pursuit. Just as if he were tackling a right-guard, he scooped his arm down and around, snapping up one bare ankle and sending her ass-over-heels on the shag rug. Her flashing legs twisted beneath her, and losing her balance entirely, Lisa fell sprawling on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed on the living room floor.

Quick as a wink, Curtis leaped forward and pinned her down to the rug. "That was fun," he chuckled jubilantly. "Something to get the blood moving before the main event, eh, Teach?"

Every inch of her womanly flesh cringed in resistance, but Lisa couldn't fight his youthful, vibrant strength. Lord knew she wanted to… but there was no way she could overcome his steel-like grip as he held her down. And in all truth, she had to admit she couldn't blame Curtis or Scott for acting this way. Retribution is never kind!

"Don't," she whimpered imploringly up at Curtis, and then at Scott as he crowded around with his dog. "Don't, I beg of you! I beg you not to do this to me!"

"He promised not to hurt you, Mrs. Hamilton," Scott said reassuringly. "But crap, I don't see why you're putting up a big fight. It's not any different than yesterday, and then you wanted it! At least… at least from Atilla," he added miserably.

"Right on, pecker-tracker," Curtis derided. "You're all upset over nothing, Mrs. Hamilton. Just think of that dog-cock humping into you instead of us, if that'll make you happier."

"God! Stop talking that way, you filthy child!" She lunged upward from the rug on the floor, but Curtis held her squirming form down easily.

"She's screaming just the way I said she would," he snickered cruelly. "Man, do I dig them there screams! Come on, Scott, help me get this robe offa her!"

"I get to fuck her first!"

"Who says?"

"She promised me first!"

"All right, all right; I ain't going to argue. Might even be a panic to see her getting screwed by you, kid. But let's get this robe off, or nothing gets done!"

Lisa lay helpless while she was stripped naked, both boys' eager hands helping to paw obscenely over her breasts, buttocks, and loins. Lord, she was absolutely defenseless against them, entirely at their mercy to do with as they would!

The robe was untied and laid wide open on the rug like a giant cape, but that wasn't enough to please the students. Scott, in his hasty excitement, jerked it free of her shoulders and arms while Curtis kept her body down on the floor. Then he stood up with a triumphant leer and began to pull his own clothing off, and within seconds Lisa again gazed at his slender erection jutting with young pride from his almost hairless loins.

Curtis, meanwhile, had pinned her down with one massive hand planted in the middle of her chest like a flat stake. With his other hand he was feverishly undressing himself, unzipping his fly and wriggling unceremoniously out of his trousers, to finally kick everything off, including his tennis shoes. His thicker, stubbier penis throbbed out into the air, larger and more developed than Scott's, as to be expected, but still freshly immature. There was a patch of thin pubic hair growing at the base of his taut, flat belly, indicating his extra years, and dazedly, Lisa wondered if his hard cock would feel good inside of her. Somewhere, deep in her fright-shocked mind, she had the impression it would be delightful…

Ashamed at her own lurid thoughts at a time like this, Lisa turned her face away from the naked youngsters, her arms clenched tightly to her sides. She felt her nudity as a great shame covering her like an evil cloak, one that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard she might try. But soon it would be replaced by one even more obscenely vile, the living flesh of these two students who were hovering breathlessly over her. They were both savage children who didn't care who she was, other than a defenseless hole into which to shove their long, hard shafts of indecent maleness and to fill with their lewd young seed. She was no more than a gutter prostitute to them, one upon whom their inexperienced bodies wished to train their prowess. Great tears of self-pity swelled through her tightly clenched eyes at the thought, and rolled silently down her cheeks.

But before her mind could spin any further, the blonde woman felt a light flicking over the soles of her feet. Something the naked Curtis Benson had taken from his pants pocket was now in his hand, grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet!

Lisa Hamilton struggled to sit up, but her student's muscular arm held her fast to the shag rug with his palm flat against the soft white flesh of her quivering belly. Yet she had been able to see enough to know that Curtis was grinning lewdly as he kneeled naked over her defenseless body, and that in his other hand was a thick plastic shaft with which he was tickling her feet. It was cream-colored, about seven inches long and two inches around, and it gave off a buzzing hum like a nest of hornets.