Mack Tavish - Student_s Bedroom Demonstration

"Co play with your two inches," she drawled. "She'll watch her teeth." Willy spoke wildly, but with a strong threat underneath.

"The dogs got sharper teeth, if she don't." The prospect seemed to afford Jerry entertainment, for he giggled again.

"Ready for class, teach?" Willy asked, ignoring Jerry. "Or do you want to get your bottom plugged this time?"

Her mind flickered from one prospect to the other-the idea of taking his penis into her mouth was nauseating, but the other alternative sounded positively agonizing…

And maybe, just maybe, if she could stall them long enough, the police would come and rescue her before anything too terrible happened…

"All right," she said, in a voice that was hardly above a whisper. "I'll-"

She groped through her mind for the proper term.

"I'll-perform-fellatio," she managed to get out.

"Fell-ay-shee-o," Willy drawled. "Shit, teach, I want my cock sucked, that's all."

Jake was suddenly staring at them, and a prickle of gooseflesh ran up her spine.

"She makes it sound like she was gonna do you a big favor, Willy," he said slowly.

"Huh?" Willy turned to him questioningly.

"A big favor. But the way I see it," Jake went on deliberately, and now there was something other than iciness in his fixed gray gaze, "it's a privilege for a dumb-ass schoolteacher to get to suck off a handsome young stud like you."

"Huh?" Willy's face was blank for a few seconds, then slowly a grin spread across it.

"Hey," he exclaimed, "you're right, Jake! A privilege for her, just like you say!"

"So… " There was a glitter in Jake's eyes that reminded her more than ever of a snake-a hungry snake, relishing the prospect of a meal to come, and relishing at least as much the pitiless procedure of transfixing and dispatching its prey. "So make her ask for it. Nicely."

From Jerry came a choking splutter of gleeful giggling.

Doris wrinkled her nose slightly.

Tad licked his lips nervously.

Willy's breathing speeded up audibly.

"Okay, Miss Avalon," he almost whispered. "You heard what the man said."

She stared at him, speechless.

Jake slowly got to his feet and approached her menacingly. In a flat-toned voice, he told her:

"You just get down on your knees, lady, and ask Willy real nice for the favor of lettin' you suck his cock. Or I'll string you up by the wrists an' take all the skin off of your fat ass with the whip I use for the dogs, an' then see what we can find around the place to ram up your asshole an' down your throat that you'll like a hell of a lot less than Willy's meat. An' then the dogs can finish you off."

He's mad, she told herself through her terror. He wouldn't dare, he wouldn't…

But suppose he…

He looks… his eyes… ruthless… twisted… nothing he wouldn't…

Nothing I can do… nothing anyone can ever blame me for doing… nothing… nothing…

Stiffly, she sank to her knees, oddly conscious of the weight of her breasts flopping with the movement, and surprised to see that once more the pink nipples were rock-hard.

"Ask him. Beg him."

She didn't look up at Take, but fixed her eyes on the straining bulge at the crotch of Willy's levis. She remembered her earlier sight of the thing-huge, heavily veined, leaking tears of clear juice from its purple mushroom of a head.

Oh, it was unbearable, the pounding tension that wracked her belly and sent strange quivers through her thighs…

She forced her lips and tongue to shape the demeaning syllables she was forced to utter.

"Please… let… me…"

Yeah? Yeah?" Willy croaked.

"… s-s-suck… "

Her throat was suddenly parched dry.

The waiting silence in the room was almost tangible.

"… your cock," she finally forced out between lips that were almost numb.

And yet tingling with curious apprehension Anticipation…?

"Sure," Willy chuckled, "since you ask so nice, teach-you just fish it out an' get your cute mouth wrapped around the or dork an' lick it up good an' hard, an' see what Santa Claus gonna give you for bein' a good cunt!"

Her hands seemed to belong to somebody else as they reached for the zipped fly and began to manipulate the tab downward with difficult over the strained bulge. It squirmed and heaved beneath her fingers like a little animal endeavoring to escape.

Somebody else's hands… … but she felt every tiny sensation rippling from her fingertips up along her arms, shuddering down to her belly…

Sweating now with the fear and tension…

Her armpits were wet, and a trickle of moisture coursed down the valley between her breasts.

And the secret place between her legs was so drenched in perspiration that her white nylon panties were saturated, clinging with disgusting, soggy clamminess to her flesh…

With a metallic rustle, the zipper moved along its track, and the two edges of cloth sprang apart as the great rod of flesh came surging out of captivity.

"That what you want, teach?"

She forced herself to nod.

To rest her palms lightly on either side of it, feeling the pulsating heat as the blood surged through its tissues.

To stare down at the angry-lipped hole that was already oozing colorless liquid.

To wrap her hands gently around its frightening girth… (Such tender, satiny skin, like the petals of a rose; such exquisite skin to cover such a ravening, hideous monstrosity as this…) To bend her head slowly, slowly, until the phallic mushroom was only an inch below her virginal lips.

To push her tongue out between them, and with its reluctant, quivering tip, to taste the skin that (petal-soft) covered the purple head…

It tasted like -Skin.

The butterfly-gentle touch of her tongue was enough to turn the droplet-ooze into a sudden tiny stream, and the flow trickled onto her tongue before she realized what was happening. Startled, she drew back, her mind expecting the pungent foulness of heavily concentrated urine-But her tastebuds discovered only a bland, almost nothing-flavor that was no more offensive than her own saliva.

She ducked her head back down and tasted once again, more boldly this time, running her tongue across the width of the cockhead, lapping up the pre-coital fluid.

Willy's harsh, choking inhalation, his tense quivering, assured her that she was doing the right thing.

Strange, how strange that such a tiny caress had the power to reduce this hulking male almost to helplessness!

She let the cockhead slide between her lips-hard, hard, yet at the same time vulnerable, the softness of cell-tissue underlying the hardness, the fragility of flesh curiously intrusive.

It was, somehow, almost lovable…

Her lips slid down below the corona, and tightened.

He was her captive.

Her willing, shuddering-with-pleasure captive.

She let her head drop further, until her lips touched her curving fingers. She inched them back down along the shaft, her lips following, the hot, throbbing flesh filling more and more of the wet cave of her mouth until it reached the barrier of her throat, and she could accept no more…

And with a curious reluctance, she paused, and held it, and then slid her lips back up along the shaft, and back over the head, and let it stand free, glistening with her saliva.

"Doin' fine, teach," Willy hissed. "Natural-born cocksucker, that's for sure."

She scarcely heard him. She was contemplating his rigid, gleaming phallus with a strange feeling of possessiveness.

"Dig the balls out, Miss Avalon, the command came, and mechanically her fingers delved into his fly for the soft, wrinkled scrotal bag, coaxing it out of the parted fly, holding at last in her hands, even more vulnerable than his penis.

"Squeeze 'em a bit, huh? Not too hard."

Willy's tone was almost pleading now that she had him in the grip of pleasure, and she delicately tightened her hold on his balls, alert for his sharply-drawn breath of pleasure, and for the first hint of sound or tension that would alert her to the fact that she was approaching the edge of pain.