Paul Gable: Teacher bound for torture

"Want more, baby? You want mote of my cock up your fuckin' ass, teach?"

Susan couldn't answer that question. As much as she wanted to, something deep inside her refused to speak up to her students. It was just too awful to admit what was so apparent from her actions.

"No, no," she sobbed, her head hanging down once more in shame.

"Yeah, she don't want it," Jack scorned, moving up to her and taking her by the chin.

He pushed her head back, looking her straight in the eye. Susan shuddered.

"You want my cock so bad in your cunt you could cry, right, baby? And you won't get it for a while. Back there my buddy's takin' care of your ass. Gotta wait. Sorry."

Susan growled, shaking her head away from that chucking hand. How she hated them both, hated them for having turned her into this rutting animal.

"Shove it to 'er, man. Get that cock all the way in till she's spittin' cum."

Clint grunted, shoving it down past where it had last fucked. Susan shivered, imagining that thick bar of cock going in until she indeed could taste his cm shooting into her body. The woman dangled there like some dead animal, her body trembling as that tree trunk of a prick impaled her.

"Uhhhhh… oh God, no, no, finish it. Oh God, can't take it any more! Stop it, stop it!"

Clint started forward again after having pulled nearly all the way out. Susan pressed her ass back against him, curling her spine. It was mad, all mad. The strange fullness inside her belly was starting to excite her up to climax. Susan wrinkled her forehead, her feet kicking out from under her as she bounced up and down on the clanking, restraining chains.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

"Come on, baby, come on and say fuck me. I wanna hear that. Wanna hear how much you wanna get my cock up your asshole," Clint murmured, biting her ear.

"No, no, never!"

Susan inhaled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. He was all the way in her now, she guessed. The woman could feel the bristly, hairy fur around his cock and balls tickling her ass. Clint held her there for a moment, resting his chin against the nape of her neck. She felt his puffing, panting breaths against her moist, hot skin. How she liked this!

His knees were trembling against the backs of her legs while his hands smoothed over her belly and tits. And most importantly, his cock was jerking around inside her bowels without him even moving! Yes, she could feel that hot, long, thick prick twitching and jerking about.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Susan thought the strange suction going on in her asshole would drive her over the brink into madness. Was it possible to be fucked crazy? Susan could well believe she would go at least half-mad when her climax finally shot through her like lightning.

"Oh no, no, don't… oh God!"

He was fucking her harder now, his belly slapping wetly against her ass. Her body was swaying dangerously back and forth, the chair threatening to overturn more than once and take Clint with it.

"Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck all the way, get that ass movin'."

The tempo of that ass-ripping cock was increasing, knocking more wind from the helpless, bound schoolteacher. Susan squeezed her asshole tightly around Clint's cock, trying to grab more sensation, more delight. He reached around once more, his fingers digging juices spurting from her fuzzy little cunt hole. The stud began strumming her cunt, pushing the tiny organ down, then letting it slip back up between his fingers. When the woman screamed with unspeakable delight, Clint stabbed two fingers into her cunt hole. He twisted them around and around, making sure his knuckles brushed up against her clit. And then he began fucking her harder, faster, more violently, his knees knocking constantly against the backs of her legs.

"Noooooooo!"

Sexual heat burned her clit white Clint rounded the final turn of his fucking. Susan felt her mind going black. Nothing was real, nothing existed except her, Clint, and the continual hot fucking of her asshole and the strumming of her clit.

"No stop… uhhhh… no stop, no, no stop!" Susan cried.

All she could do was beg for more – more fucking, more cock, more fingering of her pussy. Even the terrible pulling and tearing of the chain around her wrist seemed nothing compared to the hot fire burning through her body. Her blood scorched through her veins while Clint grunted and wheezed behind her.

"Man, that's it! Fuck that little bitch till she blows up," Jack growled.

"Christ it's better 'n fuckin' pussy, man. She's gonna pop on me right. Christ, her pussy's clampin' down on my fingers. She'd snap a guy's cock right off if she had one in 'er right now."

Susan panted. She knew she was being fucked, really fucked hard and fast. The way her cunt was reacting, the woman didn't care any longer where that cock was. She felt as if she were turning into a cunt-soft, wet, clasping, wanting to be filled with cock. How that stiff, thick bar of shoving cock meat in her ass seemed to slow, then speed up as if it had a will of its own. Throwing her head around, the woman wanted it all to happen at once.

She could hear Clint's desperate panting, could hear the little moans under his breath. She knew he was close to shooting his wad deep in her ass. Susan closed her eyes, thinking how they must look – she hung from the ceiling, her body stretched and lithe while this stud was standing on a chair behind her, splitting her ass wide open with that eight-inch prick. Susan cried out, hunching her ass back and forth to increase the friction burning up her asshole.

"That's it, bitch, come on! Fuck it out, fuck it out till you blow your brains out!"

Clint let out a lusty grunt, ramming his prick deep into her ass then holding it there. Susan thought she could feel her asshole lining tearing from the blow. His prick had hit her like a freight train. Then Clint began shouting and she felt hot jizz explode deep in her ass. His fingers roamed freely over her cunt, jamming deep in her pussy, fucking her while his cock dumped wad after wad of spunk into her asshole!

"Uhhhhh… you Goddamned slut, take it! Suck up my jizz with your ass!"

"Noooooooo!"

"Man, do it, do it, fuck 'er good, dump that spunk in her shitter!" Jack said, jacking his own prick while staring at the fucking couple with glazed eyes.

"Uhhhh… yaghghghhghh!"

Susan felt her cunt snap down on nothing. She snapped back, wailing while more and more of the teen's jizz slicked down her asschute. She convulsed, her dangling body pounding against Clint's chest. The teen held her tightly, his hands fucking her like a cock. She could feel those lightning-like jolts of heat coming from his cock deep in her ass. Clint pulled out his prick a little, then slipped it back in, rubbing his groin up and down against her pillowing asscheeks. He bit down on the nape of her neck, nearly breaking the flesh.

And then it was over. She felt her cunt come up close to climax then fade away as Clint began withdrawing his prick from her asshole.

"No!" Susan cried out again.

The pulling out was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her mini-orgasm. It was sending too many signals up her spine. Her brain just couldn't, handle all the sensations racing through her body.

"The bitch wants more. We'll have to give 'er more later. Gonna rest now," Clint said, yanking his prick all the way out.

Susan sobbed, her arms straightening slowly. She felt so lonely, so left our with no prick in her ass. But the evening had only begun.

"You know Jenny Mape?"

Jack was still stroking his cock meat. Clint had unfastened the chains that had held Susan prisoner for so long. Now on the floor, the sobbing woman brushed her full blonde hair from her eyes, staring wildly at the two teens before her.