Helen Highwater - Shameless teacher

They made the six o'clock news.

Numbly, she listened to the story of how attractive, twenty-three-year-old Sally Avalon had been taken as a hostage during the course of the theft of a coin and stamp collection worth over a million dollars. Her fiance, Peter Laighton, who had lent the collection, stated that he didn't care what happened to the coins, he just wanted his future wife back, safe and sound.

"He'll get the insurance," Tod remarked placidly.

"She ain't insured," Willy sniggered.

His eyes raked over her bare breasts, but by now she was so accustomed to that, it made no impression.

"When's Miles gonna show up?" Jerry demanded uneasily.

Jake shrugged. "Day. Maybe two. Go play with the cunt and stop worrying."

"Yeah." Willy rubbed one big paw over the front of his jeans. "That's a good idea. Gettin' horny again."

He rubbed the bulge at his crotch leisurely, surveying her through half-closed eyes. Considering what to do with her, she thought, the tension in her belly knotting up again.

She found herself holding her breath as he scrutinized her, and it was almost a relief when he beckoned her with a jerk of his head.

"Come along, teach," he grinned. "I got a little problem for you to work for the rest of the class."

Her breasts swayed heavily as she walked, and even though the room was, if anything, too warm, her nipples crinkled and hardened into rosy turrets. She noticed this with surprise, and concluded it was all part of the tension that was once more building inside her until she thought she might faint or choke or fly into violent hysterics…

Willy motioned her to stand beside his chair, and reached up a hand to caress one of her nipples lightly. A shudder of-something-ran through her body.

"See," he said, glancing around at the others, "I dunno if you guys feel the same way, but I figure sometimes the best way to get the most outta somethin' is to leave the best bit till last. An' when you got a broad, the cunt's the best bit of her, right? Right."

He smirked.

"Now, this one, she's not only got a cunt, like all broads, exceptin' maybe Doris here-"

Doris raised a bored eyebrow.

"-but she says she's got a cherry too."

He paused, and slowly licked his lips.

"Man," he said softly, a faraway expression spreading over his face, "If there's one thing I like to do, it's poppin' cherries…Ain't nothin' like it."'

"Yeah' well," Jerry broke in belligerently, "you ain't the only one, huh? You think you're the only one with a cock or somethin'? Think you-"

"Knock it of," Jake ordered. "You can draw lots for it or somethin'."

Willy scowled.

"Yeah, well"' he said, but evidently didn't care to argue with Jake. "Anyway, like I was sayin" why don't we leave the best bit 'till last-I figure she's got as good a mouth and asshole as any other broad."

Mouth? Asshole?

Sally couldn't repress a tiny moan of despair.

Willy squeezed her breast.

"Turns you on, huh?" he asked perversely "Like havin' a big dork pluggin' into your coalshute, huh? Like gettin' your mouth filled up with raw meat, huh, teach? Like drinkin' down the spunk fresh from the faucet?"

He grabbed her other breast, leaving the nipple of the first one almost painful in its tingling tautness.

"I need to get my dork in a hole," he told her. "You choose which one, okay? I wouldn't wanna push you into anythin' you didn't like-yet." He grinned up at her lecherously. "An' I guess you'd rather one than the other. What's your favorite, huh, teach? Like suckin' dick, huh?"

Weakly, she murmured:

"I never have…"

Willy snapped his fingers. "What's the words from that dumb movie about Yul Brynner-that song she's singin' to all them gook kids in China or somewheres?…"

Doris exhaled, exasperated.

"What piece of profundity are we to be treated to?" she asked. "I assume you mean The King and I?"

"I assume I do." Willy mimicked her style of speech. "She's tellin' these dinks, see, that if you teach, you get taught things by the kids-"

Doris raised her eyes to the ceiling, shook her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

"So," Willy went on, undaunted, "I guess I'm gonna teach Miss Avalon, here, how to go about givin' a real good blowjob."

"With any luck she'll bite it off," Doris murmured.

"Then you could shove it up your twat like a dildo," Jerry giggled.

"Go play with your two inches," she drawled.

"She'll watch her teeth." Willy spoke mildly, 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.

Tod 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… 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 Jake, but fixed her eyes on the straining bulge at the crotch of Willy's Levi's. 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…