Elizabeth Watson - Revenge on teacher

When Jeannette had reluctantly begun to suck on Jules' cock, she had offered a little prayer of hope that at least they hadn't decided to beat her.

Tom, lying beside her, was fondling and kissing her breasts. Jeannette could feel the hot breath near her skin, followed by the wet greedy mouth and lips on the tender nipples that popped so eagerly into tight hard little berries of growing desire.

"You guys don't know what you're missing… look what I've found!" Andy laughed. Jeannette felt the bed shake with his weight as he settled between her legs where she couldn't see him. Jules' cock was still fucking into her mouth with slow, deep strokes. Suddenly she arched and choked around the great cock, her whole body trembling violently as Andy's wetly quivering young tongue sliced through her pussy lips from clitoris to asshole. It was as though he'd prodded her with a cattle prod! Oh God!

"God! What a beautiful, delectable pussy," Andy said in obvious awe as he stared down at her.

"Please," she pleaded, removing her mouth briefly. "Not this way… I don't want to… please?"

"Come on," Jules snarled, "you're acting like a shit-scared, Goddamned high school kid. You like it, baby, remember?"

A second later, Jeannette thought she was becoming sick for the room seemed to be going around. It wasn't though; it was the insides of her head that were. She heard Tom Packer cackle and, as she watched, Jeannette saw his shoulder dip as he pushed the greedily licking football coach away from the pussy. He bent over her and then she felt his tongue tickling her wetly quivering vagina lips. She jerked and begged, "No, no!" but the long tongue trailed on down her cuntal lips, and then stroked the outer part of her thigh.

"Now me," Andy said, grinning lewdly, and bent down. Jeannette jumped again as his tongue caressed her sopping narrow slit and inner thighs. The touch of the different tongues was lewdly electrifying.

"My turn," Tom Packer said gruffly, and bending over her he allowed his tongue to just barely flick at her clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Aaaaaaaah," she squirmed, "don't…"

Andy's cruelly grinning face swirled out of sight only to be replaced by Tom's, who stared affectionately down at her. "I never had this much fun bobbing for apples before!" He smiled, and his head dipped to trace a heatedly erotic path from her cuntal lips down to her tiny quivering anus. "Ugggggggh! Please…" she begged, "Let me up… Not this way."

The tongue touches started coming faster and lasting longer as the student and the Principal began speeding the tempo of their bobbing heads.

Jeannette pleaded with them, a pleading that became more and more urgent as the tongues started bringing an unwanted life to her vagina. It was torment. It felt horrible… horrible! No… No! Beautiful! Jeannette fought against the sensations to no avail; she wanted to respond to the delightful titillation they were receiving. The low moans of distress began changing, almost imperceptibly, to tiny mewls of unwanted pleasure and excitement.

Jeannette felt an almost overpowering sense of shame as she realized what was happening to her. Those tongues, that delicious tickling, were fanning the banked fires deep within her womb. She knew she was losing the battle for control of her body – knew it with a certainty when, without volition, her pelvis raised eagerly and sought out the continuing, delightful touch of one tongue. Her breath was coming faster, and she began whipping her body around – not in an effort to escape but to keep the sensation constant.

She barely heard Jules' short snort of contemptuous laughter and his voice, hoarse with a desire of his own, as he twisted his head to look. "Jesus… look at the machinery going to work… I'll bet she's got a Rolls marine engine working that cunt."

Jeannette's head bounced from side to side, and her eyes were beginning to glaze in passion. The tongue tickling was driving her insane. She had to make them stop! She screamed and her body thrashed against Jules' confining body that knelt over with his heatedly throbbing cock smearing droplets of viscous liquid over her throat and breasts as he rubbed his penis against her naked upper torso and face. The wildly sensual flicking and caressing from the tongues didn't stop. If anything, it grew in intensity and tempo! One of them, she didn't know which one, was concentrating on her tiny defensively clenching rectal mouth. Another on her clitoris, vagina and inner thighs. All parts of her genitals eagerly looked forward to their own lick, and each of them lunged wantonly upward when its time for caressing came. The lascivious stroking against her moist slit had caused a flood of lubricant to pour out; it ran like a tiny river down to her madly puckering anus.

She was going out of her mind. Her body had cast off all her mental and emotional restraints! Now it bucked and gamboled as though it had never had an inhibition in its life!

It was her voice, she recognized it – even though it was a guttural croak – that cried out, "Oh… no… Please stop it. Please! I… I can't stand it… Pluuuuuuu-eeeze."

One of them – was it Jules? Yes… Jules used his penis to tantalizingly play with the soft tender area under her arms. Then he used his rigid velvet-headed cock on her breasts. And, in spite of her raging torment, she felt a disappointment that the tongue at her anus had gone on to another part of her body. She could feel it slathering one hipbone.

That one teasing tongue working at her clitoris stayed, however, and made its appointed rounds. It circled the engorged little column of flesh; it created its own electricity. Jeannette could hear Jules' cruel laughter as she pumped her tormented body eagerly up against that torturing tongue. She was beginning to weep again from shame, from degradation… and from the knowledge that she no longer was master of her own body or mind. Against her will, her breasts had peaked to a mottled hardness as Jules' pulsating cock drew imaginary halos around the areolae. And then, as if by some signal, the two heatedly quivering tongues went to work at the same time on her cunt. She heard their exclamations as her body writhed; she heard their laughter as her pelvis strained up toward the ceiling in desperate effort to prolong the contact. She was close to cumming. The insane torment and teasing had caused her to reach a trembling plateau of pleasure. She held her breath… Yes… she was almost there. She reached for it… and reached. Then, with an absolute feeling of disbelief, she realized they were no longer using their tongues!

Her voice in a shrill scream of agony, cried out, "You can't stop now!" She sobbed and pleaded, "Please don't stop!"

Andy and Tom both laughed like hyenas; Jules looked amused. None seemed to feel any empathy toward her.

She turned, pleading, "Jules…" and could go on no further for her body was quivering, and she was sobbing so loudly that it was impossible to speak any longer.

Tom Packer said loudly, "My God, look at her! I've never seen a cunt so hot for it before! I'm going to fuck it right now!"

Through a haze of lust and frustration, Jeannette heard Jules' impatient snarl. "Oh no you don't! Not until I give the word."

Oh God! How low could she sink? Here she was spread-eagled and crying to be fucked, while men fought over her like dogs around a bitch in heat. This had to be the bottom of the pit of depravity, for she knew – instinctively that the true reason she wanted the fighting and snarling to end was so that the fucking could begin!

Somewhere over to the right, Andy's voice came, "I'm going to eat it again." This was echoed by Tom, "I'd like a little eating pussy too."

Jeannette felt the bed creak. The room revolved in her mind, her eyes closed. Her body hook with unsuppressed shudders, and her breath came in rasping uneven whistles from her lust-constricted throat.