Helen Highwater - Shameless teacher

"An' I tell you what, Miss Avalon-I got the biggest you-know-what of any guy there, includin' the faculty. You wanna take a look at it, huh?" She shook her head fervently. "Okay, no rush," he chuckled tolerantly. "You're gonna see it plenty soon enough-an'-" He closed his cupped hand on her breast She gasped and tried to pull away from him, but there was nowhere to go. Jake was right beside her, watching the scene with sardonic amusement. "Wearin' a bra," Willy said, sounding disappointed. "What d'ya think?" Jake said. "If she didn't they'd be heavin' around like a couple plates of loose Jell-O." "Hey, what you guys doin'?" The man sitting beside the driver turned around and his damp-looking brown eyes widened. He had a plump moonface and his lips glistened from being constantly moistened with a nervous tongue. "Checkin' her out in the jug department," Willy sniggered. "Like ta get your hands on that pair, Jerry?" "Yeah!" The brown eyes glowed. 'How's it feel, Willy? Nice an' firm, huh?" "Got a fuckin' bra on" Willy grumbled. "Let's take a look at it, huh?" He released her breast, and with one swift movement he grabbed the hem of her white sweater and jerked it up under her armpits, exposing the lacy brassiere that lay beneath. "Oh please," she moaned. "Please leave me alone!" "Stick your finger in one of the cups, Willy," Jerry urged. "See if she's got padding in there, or if they're real." She tried once again to shrink away, as unsuccessfully as before, and Willy relentlessly thrust his large finger into the left cup and probed about and around the warm flesh which cringed beneath his touch. "All real, sure enough," he proclaimed exultantly. "Real nice an' smooth, like silk." He forced the rest of his hand into the cup, which made the back strap. cut into her painfully, and squeezed. His palm enfolded her nipple, which responded reflexively. "Hey," Willy reported, "she's got nips the size of a goddamn cigarette butt." "Knock it off," growled the guy at the wheel. "How'm I supposed to drive with all that goddamn yackety-yak?" The others ignored him. "Take it off of her, Willy," Jerry begged. "Let's get a look. I ain't seen knockers that big in months." She shut her eyes and turned her face away as Will/s thick fingers fumbled beneath her sweater, groping for the back fastening. He slipped it open, but couldn't get the bra off because of her tied hands, so he slid the shoulder straps down her upper arms. The flimsy garment dangled uselessly, and her breasts spilled forth beneath the rolled-up sweater. "Oh, Jesus," Jerry croaked. "Like cream or somethin'…that real white skin you can see the blue veins in, an' them nipples all pink-look at them standin' up there! Oh Jesus!" Sally's cheeks were aflame, and she felt the flush of embarrassment and shame turning her neck crimson too. The air-conditioned interior of the card had erected both nipples and was keeping them taut, although she tried fervently to force them to relax. "I'm gonna cream, never mind her tits," Willy muttered. Then she opened her eyes, afraid to keep them closed lest he take her by surprise, though there was nothing she could do about whatever entered his head. Nothing…nothing she could do about it.. He was fumbling with his fly. "Take a look down here, Miss Avalon." She didn't want to, but her eyes were drawn with irresistible fascination. He tugged open the zipper and dragged it down with a metallic hiss, and groped inside to wrestle free a thick, purple-headed shaft that jutted aggressively up from his lap. She flinched inwardly at the sight: it looked almost wrist-thick, and must have been a good eight inches long. And it was the first time she had ever seen one hard… "How'd'ya like that, huh?" he demanded proudly. "Told you I got the biggest one around, huh, didn't I? Bet you never had one this big before, did you, Miss Avalon?" She stared in horrified wonder. "Turns you on, don't it?" She tried to shake her head, but couldn't move. Nothing she could do about it… nothing, nothing, nothing. "Look," he went on, stroking its mushroom head with the tip of a finger to spread the drop of juice that oozed from the slit. "You sure turn him on, teach. Look at all that jism leakin' out there! Needs it, too-ain't easy gettin' this big dork up a broad's twat unless it's good an' juicy. Some of 'em just take a look at him an' the juice comes drippin' right out of their panties. They can't wait to get it rammed up their hole. An' some of 'em run screamin'-only they mostly don't get the chance to run far. l don't give up easy once a chick gets me goin'. What kind are you, teach? You wanna try runnin'-or are you sittin' there your twat drippin' an' ready for it?" She wrenched her eyes away. "You're disgusting," she snapped. "Oh yeah?" Willy rumbled sullenly, dangerously, and she was suddenly aware how stupid such a remark had been. Helpless. Mustn't antagonize them! Nothing…nothing. "I-" she began, but could think of nothing to say. "That ain't disgustin', teach." He grasped the monstrous organ below its broad head and started to work the skin up and down. The movement dragged her gaze back to it "Pure pleasure that is-how many cocks you had up you in your life, Miss Avalon?" The swollen shaft incredibly seemed to expand even more as he pumped it with slow, deliberate strokes. Jerry's breathing was harsh and hard as his eyes flickered between Willy's working hand and Sally's naked breasts. Jake watched with detached, cold amusement. "How many, huh?" Jerry hitched himself up in his seat and craned over the back, reaching out a groping hand. "Lemme get a feel of them things," he breathed. "Hey, can't you shift her a bit nearer me? Jake, can't you-" "I ain't climbin' around when we're drivin'," Jake announced flatly. "Aw-look, Willy, suppose you put her on your lap then she'd be near enough that I could cop a feel." Willy looked at him stonily for a moment, then suddenly he grinned widely. "Yeah," he agreed. "Okay." He slid one arm behind her and heaved her forward, stopping her from pitching against the front seats by grabbing one of her breasts as a handhold. Holding her awkwardly half-standing, half-crouching, he squirmed along the seat behind her, thrusting one leg behind hers so that she was poised between them. She felt something hard prodding at the tightly stretched seat of her skirt, and realized with a surge of dismay that it was his thrusting, rockhard penis. He pulled her back onto his lap, the jutting phallus a rigid tube beneath her buttocks, and grabbed for the hem of her skirt. "Okay," he said to Jerry. "You do what you want with her jugs-I'm gonna take a look an' see if her legs match up to the rest of her." He started to work the skirt up her thighs while Jerry, draped over the back of his seat, grasped her breasts none too gently and started to knead them like dough. She tried to struggle, unable to sit still and tolerate these outrageous liberties they were taking with her virginal body, but at the back of her mind there still beat that relentless nothing you can do… nothing Willy chuckled. "Hey that feels real good on the old dork, Miss Avalon," he told her. "You wriggle around all you want" After that she tried to keep still, but couldn't repress her starts of nervousness as her continued to edge her skirt upwards, the heat of his fingers very tangible through the sheer nylon of her stockings. Jerry had a look of almost idiotic pleasure on his face as he pulled at her breasts and hefted them in his hands. "Look at them, just look at these knockers!" he kept saying. "Oh Jesus, I can't wait to get my tongue round those nips! Look at them, Jake, willya?" "Jugs are Jugs," said Jake indifferently. Willy had tugged her skirt up above the level of her stocking tops by then. "Look, that's sexy," he said approvingly. "A real garterbelt like they wear in pictures-be even better if it was black, teach. You remember that for next time, huh?" He snapped one of the elastic tabs and she jumped as it stung her skin. Snickering, he snapped each of the others in turn, and the brushing of his meaty fingers over the bared skin of her thighs sent little shudders of tension quivering throughout her body-odd little shudders, that somehow seemed to center themselves deep in her belly… He grabbed hold of the skirt hem again and gave it a sharp, deft tug that dragged it up in back so that suddenly only her panties separated her roundly curved bottom from the worn denim of his Levi's-and from the feverish, throbbing rod of flesh that was suddenly nestling into the crack of her ass. Only that wispy barrier of nylon held it at bay. It seemed to be burning into her flesh like a red-hot brand. "White panties too," Willy commented coolly, peering down over her shoulder. "Can't see through them, neither-gonna have to get them down before we see if you're a genuine blonde, huh, Miss Avalon? Huh?" She moaned softly, despairingly. "Yeah, take 'em off her!" Jerry almost choked with excitement at the prospect, and for the moment he relaxed his efforts at her breasts to fill his eyes with the sight of her panty-covered crotch. Willy made another dexterous movement, and suddenly his jutting shaft was poking up between her thighs, obscenely rearing up from the vee of her crotch. Jerry guffawed loudly. Jake sneered. "Hey," Willy said in mock-astonishment, "just take a look at Miss Avalon's cock, willya? It's nearly as big as mine, only not so long." He reached a finger down between his shaft and her panties and rubbed it along her nylon-covered labia. She gave a violent, uncontrollable jerk of protest as a great throb of fear-was it fear?-pounded in her belly. "1s she wet, huh?' Jerry gasped. "Nah. Not the way she oughtta be." Willy took his hand away and pressed his cock backwards, so that the shaft was jammed against her Venus mound. The driver said: "We're gonna he there in a minute, you horny clowns." "Okay, Miss Avalon," said Willy cheerfully. "1'm gonna jerk your cock for you. Only next time you're gonna have to take care of it on your own, so you better pay attention. Hear me? I want you to take real good care of this every time you see it's gettin' hard an' hot" He grasped his thick shaft once again and began to massage it with swift strokes, his fist slapping her thighs on every downstroke. Jerry released her breasts finally and sat back a little to watch with hot, eager eyes. The car made a turn into a driveway, and Willy increased the pace of his hand action. Sally watched. She tried to look away, but she had to watch. She had never seen a man's penis erect before-had scarcely even seen one soft-let alone one that was-That wasThat was suddenly spurting white fluid from the slit in the tip of the flaming purple head. White fluid that was shooting upwards and striking her breasts, then dropping back in gobbets that covered his hand and her thighs with nacreous slime. The car drew to a stop. "Here." Willy suddenly wiped his slime-covered hand over her face, covering her cheeks and lips with the fresh semen. "They say it's real good for the complexion, teach!" She choked back the need to retch. "Better if she swallowed it," Jerry panted. "You good at suckin' cock, lady?" "Yeah, you never answered what I asked you before," Willy recalled. "How many men you been with in your life, huh?" Jake opened the door. "C'mon, get her outta there," he urged. "How many, huh?" Willy reached up and squeezed her breast painfully. "Huh?" "None!" she cried out frantically. "Oh, please leave me alone! Please!" "None?" Willy repeated. "Hey," Jerry croaked, "we got ourselves a real live cherry! This is gonna be real fun, huh? Real fun!"Читать дальше