Helen Highwater - Shameless teacher

She glimpsed her breasts, nipples tight and hard, and she suddenly became aware that they were most painful in their angry tautness.

Tension…

Fear…

"How 'bout kissin' my balls a little, baby," Willy commanded breathlessly.

Obediently she let the cockhead free, and it slapped up against his belly, almost reaching his navel. He spread his thighs wider, and she nuzzled the hanging weights in their crinkle-skinned, hair-be-spattered sack, finding again that sexual incense, that rich, musky fragrance.

They seemed to heave responsively, churning beneath the caresses of her tongue. Tenderly she mouthed them for almost a minute, then licked her way back along veins engorged nearly to the point Of bursting to the eagerly waiting mushroom-head that pulsed in the air.

Once again she let it slide between her moist, hot lips, pressing it with her tongue and the linings of her cheeks. His breath was rasping with almost intolerable arousal, and his hands started to roam over her naked back and shoulders.

His touch sent a whole new wave of shudders through her belly, and she felt lightheaded, as though she would faint. Then one hand worked down and around and grasped one of her breasts, the palm closing over her straining nipple and rubbing it around in a circular motion that was just too much for her to take.

She pushed his hand away convulsively, and to her surprise he made no protest, but caught the back of her head in both hands and pressed, urging her downward, to take his fall length back into her throaty cavern.

His choppy breathing grew harsher and faster than ever, and she realized that he must be about to come. He was going to shoot that slimy stuff into her mouth this time, and She lashed at the broad head with her tongue as it slid in and out between her lips, almost pulling free, then plunging back into the furthest recesses it could reach. She started to work her own head back and forth, tightening her lips so that he had trouble getting through them, and suddenly she felt his body stiffen, and his fingers grabbed her shoulders and dug in painfully. His breath exploded into a series of gasping grunts, and her mouth was suddenly full of salty, slightly bitter fluid that she found herself gulping down, almost hungrily, until his cock was drained and empty.

He slumped back in his chair, his softening prick slipping from her mouth and keeling over onto his thigh.

She sat back on her heels, feeling weak and slightly nauseated now that it was over.

"Oh man," Willy gasped, groping for a handkerchief and wiping sweat from his face, "that was one hell of a blowjob for a virgin, teach! You sure you ain't never done that before?"

She shook her head.

"So now how about thankin' him for the privilege?" came Jake's steely voice.

She turned her head and looked at him, at his cruel gray eyes that fixed her own like a snake…

She turned back to Willy.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"What for?" Jake's voice pursued relentlessly.

"For letting me suck your cock," she added meekly.

"Pleasure, teach," he leered exhaustedly. "Give you a lot more chances at it, too."

"Okay, knock it off," Jake said. "Get up and come over here, cunt, and let's take a look at you."

Slowly she rose to her feet, her legs cramped from kneeling, and went across the room to stand beside his chair. He looked at her coolly, cold gray eyes raking over her flushed face, her disordered hair lying in golden tresses about her shoulders, her high, firm, naked breasts, whose milky flesh was enhanced by the rosy circles of her now relaxed nipples. Her nude upper half was in lascivious contrast to her somewhat crumpled but still concealing skirt and stockings and shoes.

He said: "Lift your skirt up. Let's get a look at your legs all the way."

Reluctantly she gathered the material of her skirt in her fingers and tugged upwards. It slid tip over the nylon of her stockings with a whisper of electricity, and cleared their tops, exposing the tabs of her garterhelt and the creamy skin of her well-shaped upper thighs.

She stopped while her panties were still concealed, and stood meekly while his eyes appraised her legs, and flickered up to her breasts, and then to her face, and down to her legs again.

After what she had been through with Willy, she could scarcely have believed herself capable of blushing again just through being looked at, but blush she did, the angry blood staining her face and neck and creeping down to her breasts. There was something about Jake..

"Put your feet apart," he ordered.

She moved them about ten inches away from each other, and he reached out a hand and ran it up her left thigh, as far as her stocking top. His fingertips probed under the band and her flesh cringed a little.

"You did a good job on Willy, there, huh?" he asked.

What was she supposed to reply to that?

"Did it turn you on?" he demanded.

She stared down at him wordlessly.

He moved his hand abruptly, cupping her panty covered crotch. She started and cried out and tried to back away, but he had curled his fingers so that they dug into the soft flesh where her buttocks rose from the cleft of her sex, painfully enough to make her submit and stand quivering where he wanted her.

"Your goddamn drawers are soaked," Jake announced coldly. "Sure it turned you on."

She tried to protest that it was no such thing, that she had been sweating because she was so frightened, but the words wouldn't come, and she could only manage an inarticulate little moan.

"Fuckin' hypocrites, you broads," Jake muttered. "Always actin' so snooty, an' mosta the time runnin' round all wet an' funky like a bitch in heat."

The pressure of his palm against her crotch had started the slimy perspiration flowing again, and her legs felt oddly weak. Yet it was not entirely unpleasant-the pressure relieved the strange itching a little- Or did it make it worse?

Without warning, he pulled his hand away.

"Turn around," he instructed her. "Hike your skirt up in back an' let's get a look at that fat ass."

She swiveled around, and met Doris' steady gaze. The woman's face was expressionless, but her breathing was a little faster than normal.

Doris the dyke, Jerry had said.

Doris' eyes gazed back at her, and Sally averted her own.

"Hike your skirt up," Jake repeated menacingly, and she groped behind her and tugged upward.

"Higher," Jake snapped, and she dragged the garment up around her waist in back, exposing the plump globes of her buttocks beneath the tightlyfitting white panties.

Jake's fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and yanked down, and the flimsy underwear slid away, leaving the satin-skinned creamy hemispheres fully displayed.

"Not bad." Jake ran his hand lightly over their surfaces, and the quivers of tension were renewed with such force that she thought she would collapse to the floor.

Then he insinuated his index finger into the cleft between her legs and pressed against the secret opening to her body, where no hand but her own had ever ventured since early childhood-and then only for absolutely necessary purposes, since her mother had warned her of the dangers of unnecessary contact with that area, of the terrible damage it could do so that no decent man would ever want to marry her…

Unable to help herself, she staggered forward, away from him, hampered by the panties clinging around the middle of her thighs. Alarmed, she swiveled around to face him, and was more frightened by his chilly smile than she would have been by an expression of outright anger.

He looked down at his finger, then said: "It's stinkin' with your juice, you bitch in heat. Come here an' lick it clean."

Reluctantly she returned to his side.