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Subject: SexClass 5/8 "Sex-Education Class"

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rounded contours of Joan's buttocks, and in spite of the slowly dulling effects of the beer she drank, the captive teacher still tried hopelessly to squirm away. But the slow seductive movement of her hips crushing back into the hardness of his loins only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. "I'm going to fuck her now," Wayne hissed with a coarse impatient tone in his voice. "Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" she whimpered. "Not like this, Wayne. You can't." "Like hell I won't!" he intoned down at her hoarsely. "First off is got to be her dress ..." Wayne reached down to her knees and jerked at the skirt bunched beneath her on the dirty straw. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firmly full thighs to her slender waist and exposing the rounded panty-covered cheeks of her fearfully cringing buttocks. Wayne gasped and wriggled the useless piece of cloth from beneath her, throwing it to one side impatiently. "Okay, now one of you guys pull her sweater up over her head while I hold her steady." Joan could only groan in anguish as she felt a hardness from Knuckles' crotch rising beside her face. He was kneeling down in front of her and following Wayne's instructions, pulling her thin pullover sweater up over her waist and to her neck, where he suddenly gave a vicious jerk and freed the sweater from her head. Mickey, in his rising excitement, was roving his hands over her back that was now bare all the way down to her flimsy pair of tautly stretched panties. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was only broken by the thin white straps of a brassiere that laced across her back, but then Knuckles leaned over her with his hands and worked clumsily at the little hooks of its clasp. Now Joan could feel a small wet circle of the Gerber boy's seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek and, as he worked at her brassiere, he pushed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. Suddenly the brassiere snapped apart, and her full round breasts, large and resilient, fell swayingly free. She gasped as he pulled the piece of underwear from around her body and the two mounds of softly warm flesh came into hard contact with smelly hay of the barn. Her nipples sprang into hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the coarseness of the straw. Wayne's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up along the sides of her nakedly quivering body and cupped her ripe dangling breasts underneath. He pulled and squeezed them harshly for a moment and then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her little nylon panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her hips. His teacher moaned as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her shamed and frightened body. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what was going to happen to her in just a few more minutes, and even the deadening effects of the beer could not protect her mind from the horrible truth that there was nothing she could do to save herself. The three young boys were far too strong for her to fight, and even if she did escape, there would be no place she could go. Her doom had been sealed the moment she had begun to seduce young Wayne Conroy in her room. Oh God, if only she had been able to stop herself then! If only she had treated the boy better so he would have kept their lurid secret! A hundred "if onlys" tumbled through her tortured mind when suddenly she was brutally pulled up into a kneeling position, with her face again pressed tightly into Knuckle's loins. Her breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy to the dirty straw floor. Wayne peeled the flimsy white panties from the half-moons of her buttocks, and when the silky material caught at the juncture of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, tearing them from her in useless threads. He laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them tight into the wide- eyed face of Knuckles Gerber, who was staring in enraptured concentration from his kneeling position. "Here, pal, smell a little pussy perfume." The Conroy youth snickered at the lust-crazed gaze that flickered through the other boy's eyes. "While you're doin' that, I'm going to earn my case of beer!" "Shit, it'll be worth a case," Mickey croaked from beside them. "I'll chip in half, Knuckles, if I can take Miss Frazer next!" "Go suck an egg," Knuckles snapped back at Mickey. "It's my bet, so I'm fucking her after he does. Hurry up, Wayne, hurry up, so's I can, or my balls are going to explode!" Joan cringed from the obscene conversation. God, she was being auctioned off like she was a whore! Her price was a case of beer, no more than a gutter slut off the street could get! And then she heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her, and the smooth warm pressure of a slender young penis pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel the boy's stickiness where moistly warm seminal fluid seeped from the hardened blunt tip of his cock. "Ohhhhh, please ... please no, don't do this to me," she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her nakedly kneeling body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either side of them spreading them wider and wider. "No, please! Oh, Wayne, please don't!" "You called me your 'lover-boy' last time," the youth retorted cruelly. "I was your lover-boy and precious little man, remember? Huh, Miss Frazer, you remember?" "Ohhhhhh!" Joan mewled in mortification, jerking forward when his outstretched middle finger thrust between her thighs and into the soft protective folds of tender flesh surrounding her vagina. His fingers searched impatiently for a moment, and then found their velvety target. She cringed before his brutal touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks hardening and clenching tight together in an effort to trap his probing hand between them. "Hold her, Knuckles, she's fighting me," Wayne gasped, twisting his hand to pry her buttocks open again. "Man, she's tight today!" "Maybe she ain't never been fucked before," Knuckles said to tease his friend. "Maybe Miss Frazer's a virgin." "She's a virgin like I'm the Queen of Sheba," Wayne retorted as he pushed his arm forward to break the grip that her buttocks had on his hand. "She's just giving me a bad time on account of having to fuck you next, that's all." He gave one final hard push and Joan felt the last of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror give way. Her naked body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into her defenselessly open vaginal slit. She clenched her teeth tightly in a vain attempt to drown out the hurt and despair that slipped through the shattered remains of her sanity. A helpless muffled groan of exhausted surrender came from deep inside her chest. Every muscle in her twisted, nakedly kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and mentally reduced by her shame and sense of sinful guilt, she could no longer find the slightest strength to even protest against the crude fondling of her genitals. She gasped and held her breath as she felt the warming fingers of the boy enlarge and stretch the involuntarily lubricating walls of her pussy, until with a grunt of lust, he removed them from her with a wetly sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, his hand now wrapped around his lust-hardened penis as he guided it slowly and deliberately forward between the moist pink fringes of her hair-lined cunt. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she once more felt Wayne Conroy's blood-enlarged cock-head move up and down in the wet widespread valley of her vagina, and part her curly black pubic hair as he searched for her cuntal hole. God, how different this was from last time! she moaned tearfully to herself. How different this hell was from the heaven it had been before! "Hold her tight! I'm shoving it in!" he told the bug-eyed Knuckles, whose arms bulged already from the pressure he was placing on his older teacher's arms. Mickey hung his face close to Joan's quivering backside, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle dripping from the corners of his slackened mouth. Joan whimpered aloud as she felt the first searing contact of his heatedly pulsating penis against the cringing lips of her cunt, and as the slow agonizing entrance of the boyish cock began. "God what a pussy!" she heard Wayne gasp from behind her. Simultaneously she felt the warmly wettened walls of her vagina slip over his youthful hardness for this, the second time. He continued to shove his loins forward and his long, rigid penis speared into the helplessly struggling woman without mercy, racing into her like a whirling drill bit that was boring through the depths of her belly and smashing all before it. And then suddenly, his pelvis smacked tight into her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap of flesh. Joan's muffled groans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by her shoulders, pulling her naked body back tight against him. His long virile cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of its head press tightly against her sensitive cervix. There was no longer reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had had the strength. Her body went limp, and she felt the strong young penis deep inside her vagina begin to saw in and out with merciless strokes. Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion, while his hands ran down under the fullness of her dancing breasts which were brushing against the straw below with every cruel, hard thrust the boy made into her. "Jesus Christ!" Mickey swore as his bulging eyes watched the long length of his buddy's wetly glistening cock piston into his teacher's luscious white behind. His mouth gaped wider at the salacious spectacle of the ragged pink folds of pussy flesh wetly clinging like a baby's mouth around Wayne's violently thrusting prick. Knuckles was gripped as well by the obscene pageant of his nakedly kneeling teacher being lewdly fucked with a powerfully surging rhythm, and he was filled with a crazy urge to reach forward himself and fondle her soft, hair-lined pussy lips. But he was a little afraid that his buddy might object, and so he continued to hold Miss Frazer down to the evil-smelling straw. Wayne pumped into Joan from behind like she was a bitch in heat, squeezing all around her soft, jogging buttocks. His fingers dug cruelly at her tiny cringing anus, and then, they jerked forward again to clasp her hips and pull her back limply over his rampaging pole of flesh while he skewered and rammed into her with increasing abandonment. His body was now a ball of sheer untamable flesh that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming mature flesh in front of him. He savagely wanted to break Miss Frazer's will and feel her squirm while she mewled out her defeat beneath him. That would be the ultimate revenge; this proud woman who had repulsed him so completely suddenly turning animal and losing all control over herself, forgetting who she was and where she was, and all but the overpowering need to be fucked by his cock until she couldn't move again. The thought raced through his youthful loins like an electric shock, and he increased the speed of his long, hard thrusts between the full swaying moons of his teacher's proud white ass. As his rigidly long virility increased its penetration of the moist warm cuntal flesh which was so tightly wrapped around it, Joan began to realize that against her will her body was slowly beginning to respond. Tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes as she felt the control of her senses slowly slipping away from her. She had vowed that no matter what these cruel tormenting boys would do to her, she would never allow her flesh to betray her sexual nature, but the sheer hopelessness of her position and the brutal fucking of her sensitive loins were becoming more than she could resist! Her proud firm breasts began to throb involuntarily, and her toes squirmed beneath the obscene attack as though she were sprinting to get away from the brutal rape. The captive young teacher groaned aloud, crying as she prayed that she could halt her weakening control, and not give in to these animalistic youths. She couldn't give them that final satisfaction, too! She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her might, but gradually, inexorably, her nakedly kneeling flesh was changing into a mass of nerve-tingling sensations. The familiar waves of lewdly delightful pleasure began creeping forcefully through her, and her sobs of humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of unwanted arousal. Dear God! She had to fight it with all of her strength! She must not give in as she had last Wednesday to the darling young boy above her! She mustn't let him win! She mustn't! She mustn't! Yet she felt the fire inside her was growing even hotter, and she groaned in bitter submission, knowing it would only be a few more minutes before she surrendered her soul as well as her flesh to the youthful tormentor above. In desperation, she began to undulate her buttocks slavishly around the teenager's skewering hardness, fucking back against him to end it, fucking back to draw his hot, fresh semen from it before it was too late for herself. She could sense Wayne was near completion and she gripped him tighter between her thighs, rotating her hips and bucking back in time to his long, hard thrusts into her vagina. Cum ... Oh God, please cum ... her tormented mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations which were building in her belly. As her warm wet muscles clasped tight around his hard-driving cock, Wayne threw back his head with a wild shout, and his lewd young sperm shot like a fire hose up into his teacher's vaginal passage. Joan gurgled as she felt him empty his still-not-yet-mature loins with spurt after spurt of fiery cum, filling her womb and belly to the bursting point. And then there was nothing. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Wayne pitched forward in total exhaustion along the length of her, flattening Joan to the ground again with her legs splayed out on either side, her feet curling in the moist smelly hay. The young student lay atop her, breathing harshly, unable to move. Joan lay gasping and choking as she felt all of her naked flesh and full rounded breasts squashed tight to the straw beneath her. Her humiliation and fear came rushing back to her, and then came another, more horrible thought that made her quiver uncontrollably from head to toe. There were the two other boys! Oh God, there were the others! Would she be able to withstand them? It had been so close, so damnably close with young Wayne just now--did she have the willpower to fight their savage assaults upon her unwilling body as well, or would she surrender in total, unforgivable abandonment?

Chapter 5

"Get offa her, man," Knuckles Gerber pleaded. "Lemme at that hot bitch now, will you?"
"Wait a minute," Wayne panted in reply. "Christ, give me a chance to get my breath back."
"That ain't fair," Mickey whined. "I've got to wait for thirds, you know ... and you've already won your case of beer."
"Awww ..." their teenage leader said, but he slowly began to remove his weight from the prostrated weeping nakedness of his teacher.
As he lifted, Joan could feel his deflating penis slipping wetly from her cuntal passage, and a cool breeze of springtime air rushed with a soothing swirl around the wetly glistening pink lips and matted pubic curls which surrounded her violated pussy. She began to tremble from the sudden obscene exposure of her body to the lewdly staring boys in the barn, and clamped her legs tightly together in an attempt to hide the throbbing, tingling crevice lying between her thighs.
"Ain't going to do you no good, Miss Frazer," Knuckles Gerber snickered down at her. "I plan to widen that white ass of yours something fierce! Shit, you're the first real woman I've ever fucked, you know that?"
Joan froze as she heard his callous, lewd remarks, and then she looked upwards as the boy released her arms and stood up. He was gaping down at her with unadulterated admiration and desire at the full, lush curves of her proud woman's body being exhibited before him.
"I told you Miss Frazer was better'n the girls we've laid," Wayne said proudly. He stood defiantly, reveling in the control he held over his teacher and the other boys. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him, and as he stood there, a contemptuous smirk slowly crossed his handsome lips. "Go ahead, Knuckles, fuck her."
"Yeah. Lemme get my pants off first. Knuckles stepped back and unzipped his trousers, while Mickey quickly stripped himself naked nearby. Clothing was strewn in all directions, until at last the other two boys were as nude as Wayne. Joan shuddered with unwanted eroticism, while at the same time she vainly tried to control the tingling passion which had begun when Wayne was thrusting into her, and which was still creeping unwillingly over her. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat as she caught her first full sight of young Knuckles Gerber's penis, for now she understood where he'd earned his nickname! The youth's thick, erected shaft of flesh had a peculiar bend in it, like a "knuckle" of a finger. It was not only larger than Wayne's cock in physical size, but would painfully stretch the insides of any woman's cunt with every slide of its hook-like shape! Dear God ... even the sight of Mickey Hagen's long and slender penis, the smallest of the three, sent chills of apprehension through her, yet the utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit upon her defenseless body were setting off a churning lewd excitement in her loins and belly that she couldn't seem to stop! God ... they'd bartered her off like a common whore, and maybe she was one after all ...!
Knuckles moved behind her, as Wayne had moments before, and gazed down with eyes bulging wide in hot uncontrolled desire at the full white moons of her buttocks trembling in sacrificial offering to him. God, he had never seen anything like it! His balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit that was coyly being hidden from his rapacious view. "Get up on your knees again, Miss Frazer," his voice husked down at his teacher. "Come on, get that ass of yours up in the air!"
Joan tried to stiffen her nakedly cowering body and press tighter to the straw, bitter tears of anguish and pain running down her cheeks and wetting the smooth hot skin of her face. She felt the young boy drop behind her and slowly, relentlessly force her knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. One of his hands tightly gripped the soft flesh of her narrow waist and pulled her hips powerfully up off the ground, while his other hand pressed hard behind her neck to keep her breasts and face pushed harshly down into the dirty hay.
Her nakedly white buttocks waved high off the ground behind her, and she lay in her kneeling position, all thoughts of resistance gone. She had an urge to somehow turn her head back and look at him to show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. There was no sense in further prolonging the inevitable rape she was to be subjected to again. Let him take me, damn it! ran through her tortured and dazed mind. Let them all rut into my beaten body ... but they would not, must not, conquer her soul as well!
Kneeling behind her, Knuckles ground his thick, young cock around in the narrow white crevice of her buttocks, pressing the softly quivering cheeks of flesh around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm, fur-lined glove. Then he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quiver beneath him. She groaned slightly as her mature body shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back.
Knuckles dropped both his hands to her full rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressing out gently. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caress along her inner thighs caught her off guard in spite of her resistance. She had geared her mind to the fighting of torture and humiliation, and not this softness and pleasure. Joan shivered slightly as the boy continued his gentle pressure, and her muscles which had been so keyed against an expected assault involuntarily relaxed in loose tranquillity.
Knuckles' face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of flesh that covered her vagina and, as he watched with gleaming eyes, they slowly parted of their own volition to the guiding motion of his thumbs. He could see all of her soft smooth cunt and the glistening moisture of her secretions upon her inner flesh for with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of her resistance, she had let her buttocks slip wider and wider apart.
Knuckles, grinning lewdly, breathed hard and blew softly into her. She squirmed and he could hear a faint groan slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but her movements were not those of escape or fear but of reflex from the feather-like touch of his hands and breath against the tenderness of her unprotected flesh.
With a sudden lewd expression, the youth raised his head to press his face into the perfumed wetness of his teacher's vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she could not slip away from his grip, and then with one quick rush of his thick pink tongue, he thrust forward between the warm moist folds of her defenseless cunt. The adolescent heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her tenderly spread pussy, and he pressed his mouth still closer to wetly kiss the whole of her exposed cuntal crevice. He began curling and flicking his spearing tongue, sucking and licking crazily while her heated vaginal passage involuntarily contracted tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh," Joan whimpered into the straw, half in shame, half in encouragement, at the dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit up between her legs. Every muscle in her lushly naked body tautened at the wet licking at her open loins, while soft escaping sighs of unwanted delight arose from her constricted throat. She tried to fight her lewd responses, but the exquisite sensations pursued and tantalized her tender flesh relentlessly. She sensed that she was gradually losing the last remaining ounce of restraint, and her naked body was approaching the state where nothing would matter except to kneel in masochistic bliss to the rapacious punishments to which she was surrendering herself. The lewd admission of her complete defeat made her squirm her buttocks back against the sucking mouth to punish herself still more.
"Goddamn!" the open-mouthed Mickey Hagen gasped. He watched with disbelieving eyes as she groaned and twitched spasmodically beneath his buddy's orally fucking tongue that was lashing into her swollen pussy. Shit! He could see every full, rich detail of Knuckle's lips in her fleshy, parted snatch! Ol' Miss Frazer was going wild from his face buried in her wetly pink cunt and licking madly away. Man, this was tooooo much! He took his hand and wrapped his sweaty fingers around the throbbing shaft of his hotly aching prick, beginning to stroke his youthful hardness lightly in time to the slavishly flicking tongue that was sliding into her upturned vaginal slit.
Knuckles worked slave-like behind the kneeling woman, his tongue withdrawing and plunging, withdrawing and plunging, making wet sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust. Joan's cries were one long low continuous moan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue from the insides of her warm clasping vagina and found the hard, throbbing little clitoris with his lips. He pushed his face farther into her teeth while wantonly she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in an unwilling dance of lewdness.
"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Joan chanted, her body completely out of control and her mind rapidly approaching that same point from the delicious and obscene sucking of her cunt. With a lewd and smug satisfaction, the boy behind her could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at her pussy with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive them both completely insane with desire.
The older woman's cunt flowered involuntarily wider and her moistness increased with each further second that his sucking mouth worked at her widespread loins. Her secretions ran in warm wet trickles down the sides of the youth's cheeks as he pressed tightly into the softness of her smoothly grinding buttocks which were enclosing his face in warmness.
"Uhhhhhhh," she grunted deliriously as he moved his voracious young mouth deeper into her vagina, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with every searing lick he took. Oh God, how this boy was debasing her; treating her like a common whore he had bought for a case of beer! The strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her fevered flesh again. She wanted to be destroyed by him; she wanted to be fucked and sucked until she could never walk again! The lewd subjugation of her helplessly kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited sensation!
"Ohhhhhhh, yes, you little bastard!" she suddenly heard herself chant uncontrollably through passion-contorted lips. The obscene rhythm of the skewering tongue in her cunt was simply too much for her to resist despite her fervent prayers and vows! "Suck me, lover boy! Eat my pussy!"
Knuckles heard her dirty words and felt the wild abandoned tempo of her body; and his long bent cock ached from the anticipation to ram it into her lushly throbbing moistness. With some difficulty he slithered to his knees and worked his hips toward the now wetly glistening opening of her buttocks from behind. He held his virile penis tightly between his fingers with its blunt, blood-filled head poised at the pulsating hot opening of her cunt. He watched with lust-gleaming eyes as her tiny wet pussy lips contracted and throbbed around the hair-fringed edges like the gasping mouth of a fish, and he felt a small dewdrop of seminal emission forming slowly on the end of his painfully aching penis. He had to have his lovely teacher now or it would be too late! He couldn't hold back another instant!
He moved forward, slipping as far up between her wide-splayed thighs as he could possibly go, and guided his odd-shaped cock forward between the warm soft folds of her moistly swollen pussy. He groaned, feeling that never in his entire fifteen years had he had anything so soft and tender around his heatedly pulsating shaft. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet, ready flesh, the lewd contact of his slightly curved hardness pressed into defenselessly quivering buttocks incited him to uncontrollable lust. Knuckles flexed his youthful loins, feeling all his frustrations, built up since Saturday and the plans for this very moment had first been made. Suddenly, unable to control himself any longer, he surged forward into the warm velvety flesh of the groaning older woman in front of him. He gasped aloud through the silence of the crumbling barn as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting pussy abruptly slip over and enclose the lust swollen head of his rock-hard shaft.
"Ahhhhhhh" Joan moaned, not from pain, for there was none. She was wet and open and eagerly expecting, and he slid into her easily from the warm moist secretions that had flowed from her shamelessly aroused vagina a moment ago. Now, though, she moaned from the sudden and degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped in Farmer Treakle's barn, with the cruel hands of the two naked boys around her and the rampaging young cock of a third skewering into her from behind. And worse, she was no longer merely bowing to inevitable rape, but was obscenely wallowing in abandoned pleasure to her subjugation and the debasing ravishment of her body. She had lost her battle against the lewd sensations, and rising flames of desire were engulfing every inch of her naked flesh. Even the agonizing thought of her total surrender was sending chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the savage rhythm of the young boy's odd-shaped penis beginning to skewer smoothly into her cunt. There was no respite, the intrusion deep inside her dilated pussy growing and expanding before his uncontrolled assault. She felt the heavy weight of his muscular loins crushing down hard against her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he sank his eagerly jerking hardness as deep inside her hungry white belly as far as he could go.
But this was still not enough for the lunging teenager. He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes he had established, and brought his open hand down hard against her defenselessly upraised buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot through the barn with Joan's startled scream also shattering the silence.
"Move your ass, Miss Frazer!" he hissed behind her. "Move that lush ass of yours good!"
Joan complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated as she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her hips back against his virilely driving cock as though she were glued to it.
"Come on, shake it, teach!" Knuckles gasped through his tightly clenched teeth as he felt her reacting to his hands digging into her gyrating loins. "Shake it! Shake it!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she exclaimed over and over as she bucked beneath in answer to his commands. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her nakedly subservient body inciting him to faster and harder efforts. Her breath became one long continuous moan that was no longer muffled by the filthy straw. She was droning out into the barn, her face turned sideways on the hay so that all the boys could stare down at her and see with lust-gleaming eyes the effect the wild fucking was having on her. Her lips opened and closed in groaning torment, half in humiliation and shame from the uncontrollable sensations surging through her nerves, and half in fear that she would be ripped asunder by the cruelly hooked penis that was now pumping so brutally into her cunt.
There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the straw dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth and then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. She raised her eyes and to her horror saw a white, impatiently pulsating penis right in front of her face. Mickey, who could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!usenet2.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!usenet1.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!EU.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!uunet!in3.uu.net!news.ios.com!ppp-14.ts-3.la.idt.net!user From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: SexClass 6/8 "Sex-Education Class" Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 10:28:20 -0800 Organization: Internet Online Services Lines: 531 Message-ID: <grobert-2809961028250001@ppp-14.ts-3.la.idt.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-14.ts-3.la.idt.net

his naked teacher being fucked from behind by one of his pals, had come closer and wriggled up under her face. Her head was now pressed tight into his loins and his legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
The youth lifted her head with the flat of his palm pushing back against her forehead. With his other hand, he rubbed the blunt tip of his lust, swollen cock across her lips. She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her in such a manner that she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly together and try to keep it away, but Mickey was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth.
He groaned and struggled against softness of her closed mouth, feeling it opening little by little, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge from his buddy fucking her in the rear, Joan gasped. His excitedly throbbing cock crushed through her softly moistened lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the heatedly rigid flesh slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its boyish hardness.
"Suck me, Miss Frazer," she heard Mickey command harshly above the top of her head. "Suck my pecker until I cum!"
She had no choice because he had brutally bent down and pushed her nostrils together so she could not breathe. Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting length of tender young penis, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His firm round testicles bounced against her chin and there was the sweet odor of budding male excitement around his hairless loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder of the cruel depraved attack to which she was being subjected. It was different, though, so different than being forced to suck the depraved old janitor's cock in Dayton.
Behind her, Knuckles could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck faster into her, battering mercilessly her quivering ass cheeks with his hard driving hips. His hands gripped her naked waist and squeezed the softly plaint flesh as he stared down at her curvaceous bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Mickey's gleaming white penis disappearing into the moist pink fullness of her lips shot electric thrills up and down the length of his spine.
"Man!" Knuckles sputtered. "Man, oh man, oh man ...!"
The saliva in Joan's mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of Mickey's seminal fluid seeped from the end of the boy's cock into her working mouth. She could feel his virile young hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head as though he were in the throes of a fevered death. His short little fingers were curling tightly in her hair as he slipped her ovalled wet mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting hardness as though it were just another cunt into which he was venting his adolescent lust. She could feel his pulsating shaft stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no more room left, and she moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down her throat as though it were trying to meet the other student's penis skewering deep into her belly from behind.
The older woman knew that at any moment Mickey's wildly jerking cock was going to begin spewing out loads of lewd young sperm into her mouth until it spilled over her lips and ran down her chin in thin white trails. Instead of being revolted by the idea Joan was incensed more than ever by it, and she thought of it as being the second finest thing which could be happening to her now--the first best thing being to feel young male cum bubbling up into her warmly hungry cunt.
In place of shame or guilt or pain was the wonderfully exciting desire for her whole mature body to be saturated in fresh boy seed until it swirled up inside her belly and spluttered out again in wildly flooding rivers of erotically depraved sensation. She wanted to be filled by it, to grovel in it, to swallow and absorb it until her very pores were swimming in it. And she sucked insatiably at the young boy's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the tender stalk of male flesh, thrusting back her loins at the same time against the more than willing youth behind her, opening the wetly gripping muscles of her pussy so she could absorb every fraction of smoothly pistoning penis deep up inside her.
And then ... she got her wish!
She felt her insides erupting in great hot flashes of intensive fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending stream of mounting pleasure. She licked and sucked at the hardened virile cock in her mouth like a demon, groaning around the thrusting prick as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering cock inside her vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmaaaaawwwww!" she managed to scream intensely, and then the boy in front of her jerked as though he'd been stuck by a pin. He writhed his lean hips up tight to his teacher's face, sinking the full length of his madly ejaculating cock deep down into her gasping throat. His hot fresh cum squirted into her like a rush of raging water, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating from the pressure of his youthful surge of sperm. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of it when, a moment later, his penis oozed in a glistening limpness from between her voraciously sucking lips. His hands pulled her head forward to lay trapped against the whole of his wearily trembling loins.
She could still feel its soft rubbery length pressed tight against the cheek of her face when she heard a high-pitched grunt behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last savage rush as Knuckles, fucking into her mercilessly, shoved himself as far as he could go against her. His mouth opened wide with a loud uncontrolled: "Agggggghhhhhh!" and the naked young teacher felt his semen filling her vaginal passage with a great spewing. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his lean hips against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated Mickey who had just forced her to suck him dry.
There was no movement except for the whipping sounds of young Wayne Conroy masturbating by the side of them, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as he too approached another orgasm. There was a movement of bodies and Joan felt herself falling to the ratty straw as Mickey slipped from under her and Knuckles lifted himself exhaustedly from her back.
The double-raped teacher rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and not caring. She had never felt so despoiled and sordid in all her life as a horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must have looked like, a grown adult woman nakedly being buffeted between two teenage boys like a helpless rag doll. Her body ached and she dimly felt hands crawling over the wetness of her inner thighs, which were still moist from Knuckles' sperm. She did not move as she felt the lips of her ravaged vagina being pressed apart again, and looked up through half-slit eyes to see the revenge-crazed Wayne kneeling between her open legs. He was stroking wildly with his hand at his long virile cock, locking his eyes on her cunt as he insanely fingered the matted black curls and swollen pink flesh of her wet pubic mound. She heard him groan, saw the leap of silver-white jetting from his penis, and felt a sudden rush of new hot cum flooding wetly over her naked breasts. She just lay there, too battered and defeated to even place an arm protectively across her sperm- splashed breasts, just letting the fresh young cream dribble down from over their fleshy globes and trickle across her naked sides ... For a long moment their heavy breathing filled the barn. Then Mickey Hagen slowly rose and said: "Hey, I gotta get home now. I'm late for dinner as it is!"
"I don't want to get my old lady down on me, neither," Knuckles Gerber added, standing and beginning to pull on his pants and shirt.
"Yeah," Wayne said as he looked down at his shuddering, once proud teacher, a slow grin twisting his handsome face. "I'd say Miss Frazer's had her fill for one day."
"Gee, Wayne ... you think we'll get in trouble over this?" Mickey asked in fearful hesitancy. "I mean, she might say something ..."
"No way," Wayne sneered in reply. "Not if she's smart, she won't. If she does, we'll just say she took us down here and threatened to fail us in school unless we did what she wanted. It'll be her word against ours, three against one, and my ol' man runs things in Montock."
"Gol-ley!" Knuckles whistled appreciatively. "I'm sure glad your dad will be on our side if this bitch starts yelling. She wouldn't have the chance of a snowball in hell."
Joan rolled over onto her face and cradled her head in her arms against the straw beneath her. She had dimly heard the words the boys had spoken, and though her mind was dazed and shattered, she intuitively realized the truth of what they had been speaking.
The three lewd boys chuckled amongst themselves as they finished dressing, and then Wayne came over and stood above her with his legs spread wide and his fists pressed arrogantly to his hips. "Not a word about this, teach," he taunted down at her. "Anyway, a good fucking never hurt no chick, 'specially one as old as you!
Joan felt him slap her resoundingly on her fleshy, exposed buttocks. In spite of the startling shock and stinging pain, she didn't make a sound of protest or turn over. And then she heard the hay crunch beneath their feet as the teenage boys turned and left her in the barn ...
The contemptuous spank which Wayne had slapped across her buttocks was the last straw to Joan's benumbed senses. She lay in utter exhaustion for a long while in the quiet barn, and oddly she felt neither shame nor guilt nor revulsion in the aftermath of the boy's orgiastic rape of her flesh. She had felt something last Wednesday, she thought, as she sprawled with her face to the foully matted hay; now only complete satiation was flowing through her in a soporific trance. It was as if she was becoming calloused and no longer cared what happened to her. As Wayne had said, there was really nothing she could do, was there? The boys could force her to submit to every bestial lewdness they desired, and there was nothing in the world she could do to stop them.
Later, perhaps, after her mind had had a chance to return to normal, she might begin to feel all the tormenting emotions that were presently drained from her. But now ... now all she seemed to be able to do was wonder who had proven to be the teacher, and who was the one who'd ended up being taught ... Finally she managed to gather enough strength to stagger to her feet and nakedly began to gather the tatters of her clothing together ...

Chapter 6

Wednesday afternoon, seventh period sex education class time!
As Joan had hoped while lying in Treakle's evil-smelling barn, the passage of time from then to now had helped to heal her mind and body. As Wednesday had rolled around again, most of the bruises on her ravished and battered flesh had gone away, but she still seriously doubted whether anything could ever entirely eliminate the damage done to her spirit.
She had been unable to shake the horror of her situation, and the living nightmare of all that had befallen her at the hands of those three sadistic children. And more abhorrent to her than all else was her own depraved submission and degenerate quest for sexual satisfaction. She couldn't help the constant nagging knowledge that she had not just succumbed to young Wayne's perverted streak of vengeance, but had bargained willingly, giving herself to the obscene lustings of him and his equally brutal friends with a wanton shamelessness that was unforgivable. She still was unable to feel the repugnance and self-loathing she knew she should for her own unspeakable depravities, and this was frightening her more than all the wicked acts which had been committed upon her more-than-willing flesh ...
After she had finally managed to pull the tattered remains of her sweater and skirt around her naked body, she had stumbled through the empty field to her rooming house, where she'd cleaned herself up as best she could and fallen into an exhausted sleep. Luckily no one had seen her walking from the barn, and had it not been for the bruises and puffiness around her lips and eyes the following day, Joan doubted whether anybody would have known that something had happened to her at all.
As it was, she allayed suspicion with a few hastily-formed excuses, and locked the appalling truth inside her heart, there to remain forever hidden as far as she was concerned. To expose the whole hideous episode would be the same as slitting her own throat. The boys' word in a town controlled by Agnew Harrison Conroy would be all that would be needed to condemn her. In fact, as Mr. Blatherton had pointed out, since she was the teacher of the sex education class, hadn't she already been condemned?
Joan had decided, of course, that she had no alternative but to leave Montock as soon as possible, for she had truly been beaten. She had already handed in her letter of resignation to Ozgood Blatherton Tuesday, citing ill health and the strenuous demands of the curriculum as her reasons for quitting. The principal had been naturally distressed, assuming that she was going because of the "vicious rumors" the Parent's committee were supposedly spreading, never dreaming of the actual nature of her sudden decision. He had tried to calm her, but she had been adamant, and after some discussion he was forced to accept her letter sadly. But in order for her to get another teaching position elsewhere, she had to work another two weeks until the School Board acted on her resignation; it was only a formality, but a necessary one.
In two more weeks, she vowed to herself, she would pack up her bags and vanish from this horrid place. Until then, she could only pray that Wayne and his two evil cohorts would leave well enough alone and not do or say anything to make the situation worse ...
Now, once again, she was hurriedly walking down the aged grey hallway of Montock High, books in one hand, a can of film in the other. Two more sex education classes, she said to herself with tight-lipped anxiety; only two more times that she would have to formally face those wretched little monsters across the room and teach them of a subject they already had passed with flying colors. Joan felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical smile of bitterness at this galling bit of irony, but as she neared Room 12 again, her stomach began to knot and convulse as if it had just turned over.
When she entered the classroom, the five students were in their seats, looking expectantly toward her. She forced herself to smile, endeavoring to portray an outward calm by sheer force of will, but in doing so she unwittingly glanced at young Wayne Conroy sitting at his desk. She saw his beady little eyes rake up and down over her body with blatant lewdness, and her belly began to churn like a whirlpool. And then she saw the twisted, lewd grins on Mickey Hagen's face, and the similar one the Gerber boy wore, and she sensed the blood draining from her face. Even as she looked at them, Knuckles Gerber leaned over and whispered something to Mickey, and they body broke out into a meaningful series of suggestive snickers that brought the blood roaring back to her cheeks in a flaming blush of color.
God, how could she go through with this hour? Joan moaned to herself. How could she stay in this room and act as if nothing was the matter? Well, if she didn't, the only alternative would be to run ... run right now and never look back. And then the truth would come out as questions about her strange behavior would be asked ... No, if she were ever to have another chance, she simply had to find the strength. And thank heavens there was another film today, so she could hide her obvious emotional upset behind a mask of darkness ...
"All right, class," she said with her chin held high and her voice unwavering, "Today we have another educational film. It's all about the different glands of the body, I understand, and how they operate during puberty to change boys and girls into young men and women. It ... It isn't as explicit as last week's film, but I think you'll find it most worthwhile."
Again the three boys sniggered, as though they had some evil plan cooked up between them. Joan rapped her hand on her desk for attention, and with a crispness of tone, she snapped: "I hardly see anything funny, and I assure you, class attitude will count in the final grade you get! M-Mickey? Will you put the film on, please!"
Mickey Hagen arose slowly, still grinning. "Why, yeah, Miss Frazer. I'll be right proud to do anything you want!"
Swaggering, he took the can and went to the projector at the rear of the room. Then, hidden by the large machine, he reached down to the enclosed shelf of the metal cart and switched the educational reel of film for another one! As he threaded the celluloid strip of this second movie through the projector, he looked over at Wayne and gave an obscene wink to his buddy. Wayne had supplied the new reel, having stolen it that morning from his father's private pornography collection in his basement den!
Unsuspecting, Joan requested Lucy Hamilton to switch off the lights as before, then hastily went to sit down in the front row of seats, unavoidably close to Wayne's own chair. Then, thankfully hidden in the dark, the teacher took her first breath of relief and sat back to watch. She heard a quiet shuffling of chairs and the patter of feet, and she glanced back just as the silver screen lit up, and saw through the dim light that Mickey Hagen had gone to sit beside Sharla Gronsworth, while Knuckles Gerber was now leaning close to full-breasted Lucy Hamilton. She frowned momentarily at this strange behavior, but then her thoughts were jerked back to the film as the sound-track began to play the opening theme ...
The scene Joan viewed on the screen before her was of an idyllic country setting. Unlike the meadow of Farmer Treakle's pasture, however, this glade was more sheltered with tall clumps of trees and thick, lush bushes, and the ground was covered with spongy dark green moss. Joan could hear the faint trickling of a babbling brook running through the small, sunlit glen off to one side. She felt puzzled and more than a little nervous, for though she hadn't seen this particular film on glands before, she had been led to understand it consisted of a professor lecturing with a series of diagrams and slides.
As the teacher watched, another soft noise could be heard, and then she saw that a young woman was entering the clearing close to the stream. She was a dusky, coffee-with-cream-colored black girl about twenty-two years of age, and as she walked to the middle of the clearing, Joan suddenly felt more surprised than ever!
The extremely beautiful Negro girl was almost completely naked, wearing only a sheer diaphanous gown! Beneath the nearly transparent gown, her dark-hued breasts were full and pointing slightly upwards like an adolescent girl's budding young globes. The camera concentrated on them and the graceful fall of her long, black hair, then slowly panned down her sides to the gentle swell of her belly, pausing at her indented little navel which dotted the high center of her abdomen before rolling over the sweeping roundness of her tawny hips to lovingly freeze at the downy apex of her thighs. There, only partially hidden from total exposure, lay her silken, curly-haired pubic mound, soft and inviting to every devouring eye. Even her light, pinkish vaginal lips could be seen quivering slightly.
Joan shifted nervously, unsure what she should do. Not enough film had passed for her to be positive that somehow she had gotten hold of the wrong can of film, but if she had, it might still be better to let things alone as they were. To stop the movie now would mean she would have to stand up in front of the students and struggle through an hour of unbearable teaching, and she realized instinctively that she was still in no mental condition to do that. God, what should she do? What could she do? Palms moist with perspiration, Joan continued to watch the screen ...
The camera was now focusing on the young Negro woman's sensual face. Her features seemed almost slack, her pink tongue moistening lush, full lips as she looked down at herself in the gossamer covering and then longingly at the cool, refreshing stream nearby. The youthful audience could almost hear the thoughts in her head as the girl pondered whether or not she should take a dip in the water. There was another moment of indecision, and then her mind was seemingly made up. She slowly began to unbutton her translucent gown, dropping it to the soft moss beneath her bare feet. She looked pleased by her daring decision as she stood proudly naked in full view of the camera lens, her dark-pointed breasts jutting out fully from the mild- chocolate hue of her body. Naked and deliciously relaxed as though she were all alone in the middle of the woods, she softly padded to the stream and sat down on the sloping bank before it. She dipped one dainty foot experimentally in the clear sparkling water, spreading her long, slim thighs and exposing the quivering pink lips of her light brown pussy innocently as she did.
Joan bit her lip with trembling agitation as she viewed the black-skinned girl slowly turn her attention from the stream to her own naked flesh. Up there on the screen the girl casually lay back on the warm softness of the moss, brilliant sunlight bathing her voluptuously inviting body as she began to drag her long red fingernails up the sides of her thighs and waist, her face smiling with anticipatory excitement. Her fingers curled higher along her skin until she began to tease small circles around one of her upraised breasts, pulling at her tanned little nipple until it responded eagerly, rising to an unashamed tautness between her prodding fingers. As she rubbed the hardening nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she began to languidly open and close her legs just enough to reveal the trembling slit of her vagina again, glittering with beginning moisture between her scissoring thighs. The camera moved around in position until her toes were pointed directly at it and the watching audience, and then she dug her heels into the thick carpet of green beneath her, a gleaming flicker of rising passion obvious in her ebony eyes.
The sight of the naked young woman on the screen made Joan wince with sudden, acute embarrassment. As she watched, she tormentedly remembered her own masturbation in front of young Wayne last Wednesday, and her same wanton disregard for common decency as this girl was portraying now. She blushed slightly as shame flicked through her conscience, and twisted her buttocks down in the chair as though she were trying to bury her guilty loins.
"Cl-Class," Joan uncontrollably gasped out loud to her students, "This ... this is not the film I had for you. I--"
"What difference does it make, Miss Frazer?" Mickey asked from near the back of the room. "We can see the picture about glands next week."
"Sure," Lucy Hamilton chimed in where she was next to Knuckles. "This one looks as if it might teach us something."
"You don't want to stop it, do you?" Wayne said to her in a low, almost threatening voice. "If I were you, I'd let it run."
Joan glanced over at the handsome youth and caught the wicked gleam in his eyes. A defiance rose in her as she considered the disrespectful tone of his voice and the implication that he could tell her what to do in or out of her own classroom. But then came the warning voice in her mind: two more weeks. That's all you have to suffer through, just two more weeks ... She turned her head back to the movie, afraid to say yes, afraid to say no ...
The naked girl writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. Both her hands were running over the flat plane of her quivering belly as she groaned softly at her own lust-inciting touch, until finally her fingertips came to rest at the triangle of her soft, dark-haired loins. She groaned again at the sudden contact of her hands with the moistly swelling lips between her legs, but then pulled her legs up, her toes still curled in the moss. She allowed her legs to fall wide apart, exposing to the excited film viewers all the glistening tenderness of her vaginal crevice. Her fingers crawled to the soft, hair- fringed cuntal flesh and spread them slowly apart until even the dark round hole of her pussy entrance was fully visible, and her tiny puckered anus peeked invitingly below the splayed slit.
Joan tensed in disbelieving shock as she watched the dark- fleshed girl slowly insert a middle finger into the glistening pink valley between her widespread buttocks and begin to stroke the tiny bud-like erection of her clitoris. Her sensuous movements gradually increased as her probing fingers worked themselves deeper between the hair-fringed edges, smoothly widening the wet, pink lips of her contracting cunt. Her legs jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts, and the full rounded buttocks rose and fell in response as she joined two fingers with the first and pushed all three into the hungry pink folds of her vagina. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise, and a sighing moan of pleasure purred from her full, open mouth.
Joan was leaning forward now, her mind rebelling at the lewd spectacle of viewing a young black woman finger fucking her own nakedly squirming cunt. This picture was far more depraved and lewd than even the sex film of last week! Then she heard the mingling gasps of youthful excitement coming from both boys and girls behind her, and she turned around to see what was happening. She was not surprised to see that all their gazes were avidly glued to the film, but was shocked breathless as she made out in the dim light they were doing in the back of the room! Mickey Hagen had his hand deep up inside the unbuttoned blouse of Sharla Gronsworth, his fingers eagerly massaging her budding young breasts! Joan averted her eyes away, only to see the whiteness of Lucy Hamilton's thighs where Knuckles Gerber had lifted her dress above the tops of her slightly spread legs, exposing the smooth flesh of the girl's inner thighs!
God! She must demand they stop before her whole class degenerated into some kind of obscene orgy! But all the corrupting perversions which she had experienced since the previous Wednesday had turned Joan into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, capable of reacting uncontrollably to the slightest sexual stimulus. The horrified teacher found herself gripped with an awe-struck immobility by the lewdness surrounding her and the pornographic film unreeling before her widened eyes.
Worse, Joan began to sense that her own flesh was beginning to involuntarily throb in response to the masturbating woman on the screen and the passionate embraces of the teenage couples. Desperately, she pressed her thighs together to cut off the unwanted tingle that had started by itself in the pit of her belly and was gradually working downward into the sensuous crevice up between her thighs. The lurid actions of the naked ducky-skinned girl and the blatant sexuality of the boys and girls were causing tiny licking flames of renewed desire to flicker hotly through her blood despite her unwillingness to allow the eroticism. She could feel small pin-pricks of delightful sensations racing through her pulsating breasts, hardening her tender nipples into chip-like projections against the thinness of her brassiere, and she could feel the heat of her breath rushing from her flared nostrils as she became increasingly stimulated.
Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew that no matter what young Wayne threatened to do to her, she had to halt this obscene film before things ran away with all of them. Events had already gone much too far, and Joan's face crimsoned as she thought of Mickey's fingers digging cruelly into Sharla's firm little breasts. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and she could feel the warm wetness between her thighs increasing with every passing second.
Oh God, she had to get up and switch off that film! And yet ... she couldn't seem to force herself to make that necessary move. Perhaps, she rationalized, it would be all right for a little while longer. The petting of the adolescent couples behind her wouldn't hurt anything so long as it didn't go any further, and she could always stop them if it did. She would sit, she decided ... but only until the delicious tingling between her wettening thighs subsided. Joan turned her attention back to the movie, waiting in anticipation and nervous--fear of her own ragged emotions to see what would happen next ... The dark-skinned girl on the mossy ground had become possessed by now. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove moans of pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sank into the tight, pink opening of her cunt, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face had darkened as she strained for her rising climax. She groaned in frustration as her own fingers fucked harder and deeper. They were not enough, and her head rolled from side to side on the ground, her long dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against her wantonly writhing buttocks, the groans faster and louder with each surging thrust.
Suddenly a giant German Shepherd dog ran into the range of the camera and leaped savagely toward the girl. The Negress' eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs and protect herself, but the dog had already reached her and was growling viciously in warning. The young woman froze in the position of masturbation, her thighs spread and with her knees still drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the huge beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenselessly unturned loins.
Joan had jumped when the dog had bounded into the clearing. Her nerves were already on edge, and the sudden rush almost frightened her out of her wits.
"My God!" she gasped to herself, voice quivering. "What is this film I'm showing? Surely the audio-visual department wouldn't have allowed--"
"No," Wayne Conroy said beside her. "The movie ain't one the school bought."
"What?" Joan swiveled her head around, surprised by the unexpected appearance of the sadistic young boy beside her. "Wayne! What are you doing away from your desk?"
"Why, Miss Frazer," he answered with a grin through the dim light, "I thought I'd calm you down. I can see you're all shook up over the dog being there, but don't worry. He'll only fuck

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!usenet2.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!usenet1.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!EU.net!enews.sgi.com!arclight.uoregon.edu!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!uunet!news-in2.uu.net!news.ios.com!ppp-14.ts-3.la.idt.net!user From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: SexClass 7/8 "Sex-Education Class" Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 10:30:25 -0800 Organization: Internet Online Services Lines: 534 Message-ID: <grobert-2809961030250001@ppp-14.ts-3.la.idt.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-14.ts-3.la.idt.net

her."
"How do ... How do you know?" whispered Joan falteringly.
"I've seen this one before, that's how," the youngster replied, and then he chuckled in a low, lewd tone. "Sit down on the floor, teacher. We'll watch the film together."
"Wayne--"
"Sit down on the floor with me, I said," he snarled. "And be damned quick about it, child-molester."
Joan's blood turned to ice as she heard his obscene name- calling. It was a brazen, lewd reminder of the blackmailing hold the cruel teenager had over her life, and the fact he would have no compunction against following through with his threat if she didn't do exactly what he wanted. Realizing she had no choice, she slid from her chair, shivering with humiliation at the thought that all the other students would be able to see her obeying like this. She dropped with her knees bent under her, her softly quivering buttocks resting on the backs of her legs, and found that Wayne's arm was waiting for her. He brought his hand up around her waist and hugged her close to his lean, virile chest. Even though she was unwilling to submit to this further indecency, Joan had no choice but to cringe against the boy and make no protest.
"Now, Miss Frazer," he whispered wetly into her ear, "let's just relax and watch the movie ..."

Chapter 7

Joan knew she had to break away now, no matter what the cost would be later on. She was nearly beside herself with an almost uncontrollable mixture of shame, fear, and revulsion, these blending with a smoldering lust that was commencing to burn hotter up between her tightly clenched thighs. But the helplessness of her own position seemed to somehow tie her emotionally to the naked black girl lying quaking with fear beneath the snarling dog. A sadistic sense of fascination seemed to hold her spellbound to the floor beside the young boy. She couldn't even keep her eyes from the film! The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the nakedly defenseless girl reminded her too strongly of her own submission in Farmer Treakle's barn, and shivers of revulsive empathy tingled through her sensitive skin as she completely identified herself with the scene upon the screen.
Joan squirmed as she felt her panties cutting deep into the crevice of her buttocks; the flimsy little bikini was already soaked and she squeezed her thighs together to hold back down the tingling sensations that were growing stronger there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but still was not able to bring herself to break away, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment holding her glued to the spot. She squirmed downward again, the back of her calves forcing the sweat band of her panties deeper up onto the pulsating split of her loins. She felt the throbbing arousal of her clitoris, and she bit her fleshy lower lip to hold back the unwanted sensations that were creeping from up between her thighs.
Her thoughts jerked back to the movie. The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair- covered vagina and was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The trembling young woman moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her puckered little anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, its curled tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
For a moment the young dark-skinned girl tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again before starting to greedily lap the narrow pink slit between her widespread buttocks. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny sensation bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the puffy wet swelling like a knife through soft brown butter. It flicked relentlessly between her thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her moistly throbbing vaginal hole ... causing her to jerk spasmodically.
Joan shuddered at the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives even against one's will. She involuntarily moaned at the change coming over the undulating Negress on the mossy ground. The frightened mewls that had come from the girl's terror-stricken face were changing to soft sighs of unconscious pleasure a feeling that she obviously did not want and had set her mind against, but one which the slithering, licking tongue was forcing her to accept and enjoy.
She is exactly the way I was last Monday, Joan thought, staring up at the screen; and a chill of feminine understanding rippled through her when she saw the dark-skinned woman finally capitulate to her tormentor.
The Negress raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her nakedly squirming body, then dropped them down to grasp the nuzzling dog's peaked ears. With a deep animalistic sound, she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward and into her saliva-wettened cunt. His giant tongue thrust up the moistened passage like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust little pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the loudspeaker as she pleaded and encouraged the beast salivating between her rotating buttocks. He worked like the savage brute he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on ...
Joan heard another series of loud, gasping groans in the room and, in surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene show on the screen. The shock was even greater. Lucy Hamilton was on the floor, with both legs spread wide apart and her dress up over her hips. Knuckles' hand was inside her thin white panties, cupping her girlish pubic mound. Joan shuddered at the outline of the boy's fingers stroking under the sheer nylon cloth as he sunk them deep into her small vagina. Lucy, unaware of anyone, was grinding her young loins in rhythm to the fingers fucking into her. Joan could also see her other students, Mickey and Sharla, embracing on the floor beside their desks. Their thrusting young bodies were locked together as they searched each other's clothing with wandering hands. A warning bell sounded again in the teacher's subconscious mind. She knew she should call an immediate halt-- now--before her own body succumbed to the same lewd urges which were affecting her adolescent pupils.
But then, a heart-rendering groan from the movie pulled Joan's weakened mind from logical thought and back to the screen. The dog had lifted his head from the pleading black girl's loins to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance was completely gone from the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her vagina to a fiery readiness. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting expectantly over her, and she meekly moved to lay spread-eagled and face down upon the moss. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's naked buttocks. She twisted back toward the dog lasciviously, reaching to spread the ebony cheeks and give full access to her little brown starred anus.
The dog's tongue licked for long, avid moments, and the aroused teacher felt the aching hunger inside spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She gasped for breath and squirmed harder down against the floor, trying to put out the fire burning in her helplessly quivering cunt. She felt young Wayne become more restless beside her, and then brazenly move his hand beneath the thin over-blouse she wore to rest heavily on her left breast. A jolt of terror compounded with lewd excitement shot through her body as he cupped the softness of her large, firm globe, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. His hand caressing her hardening breast was causing deep gong-like reverberations to ripple through her entire body. Frantically, she tried to pull his fingers away, but her own hand moved only as far as the boy's--and then stayed there of its own volition, not obeying her mind's commands, merely lying limp and useless over his kneading fingers with a deep sigh, she turned her distressed eyes once more back to the film ...
The German Shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-ridden black girl's crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the ground. Joan's eyes widened in sympathetic response as she watched the dark girl's buttocks raise and bend in kneeling, abject surrender before the huge animal. Oh God, it was just like seeing herself submissive on the hay again, a relentless tongue having similarity lashed her to servile defeat. Both she and that girl had been crushed of their resistance by vigorous and unrelenting attacks upon their sensitive vaginas ... and God! Which was the worst to become obedient to ... a brutish dog or a gang of vicious boys?
The girl was on all fours now, and the huge beast was mounting the spread cheeks of her nakedly rounded buttocks, paws placed firmly on her back. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath dripping, its tapered point dangling in the hot pink crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury its thick red hardness inside the kneeling black girl.
Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her full buttocks to try and capture the lengthening shaft of dog cock. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to swallow the long, scarlet penis up inside her voraciously hungry vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, attempted to enter. With a cry the girl tensed and evaded the bending, up-thrusting prod in fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. Joan held her breath with her five students as they watched the huge dog buck madly behind the moaning girl in his mindless attempt to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of the huge, dripping penis. Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as the girl in desperation reached back and grasped the long slippery cock. She guided the point of it into the swollen pink lips of her cunt, spreading her legs wider to allow more room as he thrust forward.
With one mighty lunge, the giant German Shepherd jerked his loins and buried his huge fleshy penis deep up inside the squirming girl's tightly grasping pussy. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to its hilt, his hairy testicles swinging below her matted pubic hair. A moan of relief came from the speaker as, with contorted lips, she began to move rhythmically backwards against the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the depraved animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was turned sideways toward the camera, and everybody in the room could see the rapture she was feeling from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her large, dark breasts danced tautly beneath her writhing nakedness, moving in time to the long lancing cock of the dog as it slid deep into her, like a relentless scarlet poker of glistening flesh burying itself deep in her belly.
Joan's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her loins grew in maddening intensity with each second she watched the young black girl being ravished by the dog. Her own body was beginning to perspire in the warm, closed room, the excited heat of the teenagers around her acting almost like a giant heater. Joan could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair, its slow, teasing trail causing her to squirm the moist, hair-lined fringes of her warmly throbbing pussy still harder against the floor. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Knuckles' hand was still probing under the flimsy panties between Lucy Hamilton's loosely spread thighs, thrusting more rapidly now inside her tight young cunt. Sharla Gronsworth's eyes looked glazed through the darkness as she ground her slender pelvis up with greater determination against Mickey Hagen, her blouse now open and spread back from her slim white shoulders to openly expose her firmly budding young mounds with their pink-tipped nipples. Her own small hands were dipping between their bodies, running wildly over the bulging front of Mickey's tight blue jeans.
Joan bit harder on her lower lip to keep back a groan of building frustration, her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat from the sight and sounds of the feverish young bodies around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her ripely mature breasts that Wayne was massaging and kneading into hardness. One of his hands dipped down and then rose to push the tight restricting brassiere up and away from her swollen, aching mounds of flesh. His fingers cupped her resilient globes as they came free, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing them until a small excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from his teacher's open mouth.
Joan suddenly squirmed down hard, for now the brazen boy had dropped his other hand to her bared knees and was slipping it up between her legs to the fullness of her thighs. He pushed the hem of her skirt up and was half-way to her panties, when Joan finally found the strength to react and grasped his wrist tightly with her hand. She tried to hold him back from her, but he moved by force and soon was caressing the softness of her belly which quivered under her small skirt. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his strong young fingers rotated against the warm mound of her loins, unable to go further because of her tightly pressed thighs.
Joan dropped her other arm to grasp his wrist, though by doing so she was no longer able to hide her naked breasts from the children of her class. But it was not enough to stop the searching of his hand, and Wayne crept deeper, teasing her excitedly throbbing vagina and lower belly through the thin material of her skirt and moistened panties.
As his fingers worked more firmly at her loins, indecision arose in Joan as to what she should do. If she moved violently enough to break away from his grip, the struggle would certainly attract attention, perhaps from even outside the room. Considering what was going on, that would cause the very trouble she so desperately had to avoid! There was no more she could do without creating a ruinous scene, so Joan resigned herself almost with relief to Wayne's sneaky searching of her moistly throbbing thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, her youthful lover's fingers feeling so wickedly good to her, almost as though he were touching her nakedness. Surely he would go no further with the other youngsters around like this ...
The youngsters ... Joan opened her eyes and glanced guiltily around for fear that her other pupils had seen what Wayne was doing to her. And suddenly she felt as if a mailed fist had hit her in the pit of her stomach! Mickey Hagen had worked young Sharla Gronsworth into such a fever pitch of excitement, that the teenage girl was now lying naked on the floor, her glassy, lust- smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Mickey was straddling her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face pressed down in her soft pubic mound below, his long wet tongue snaking out and flicking teasingly at her quivering little vaginal slit. Sharla's body jerked as the electric contact made her legs clamp tightly together around his head, imprisoning him between her inner thighs, and soft mewls of animal pleasure poured forth from between her small white teeth. The girl was caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust that made Joan's mouth gape with disbelief. Her own torso begin an involuntary swaying in time to that of Sharla as the naked student squirmed in lewd delight to the nerve-shattering lickings of the boyish mouth glued tightly to her tender young cunt.
Suddenly Joan heard a deep gurgling sound from Lucy Hamilton, and the horrified woman turned to look at what her other two students were doing. They were both as naked as Mickey and Sharla, their stripped clothing scattered around them like the remains of a battlefield. Knuckles had a sadistic grin on his face as he lay below her, having taken the young Lucy brutally by her long hair and thrust the thick, bent shaft of his cock deep up into her innocent little mouth. Joan sucked in her breath, certain that the girl kneeling over him was going to choke to death from the cruel size and shape of the boy's long hard penis, but Sharla took it all. She hungrily sucked at the virile hardness as Knuckles lowered her head up by her hair and began to buffet her body between his legs. Joan watched in horrified fascination as Lucy's wetly ovalled lips sucked with all their might on the youthful hardness fucking up into her tender wet mouth.
The very rawness of the lust brought a moan to the teacher's lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the secretions of her own cunt increasing between her thighs.
Oh God ... what should she do? This was horrible, allowing her class and herself to submit like this--and worse, enjoying it! But she continued to watch the dog-fuck movie and the obscene ruttings of her students with wide-eyed wonder, squirming slightly as she felt young Wayne begin to push her skirt up into her hungrily aching crevice from behind. A blanket of shame seemed to cover her as surging waves of overwhelming pleasure threatened to flood over her will to resist. Wayne's hand under her buttocks became bolder as he sensed her weakening ability to fight his taunting probes, and he hooked his middle finger to slide her little skirt up the backs of her excitedly trembling thighs in an effort to penetrate the quivering softness underneath.
Joan could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her buttocks and her drawn-up legs.
Oh God ... Oh God ... She could feel her skirt rising faster now, though still not apparent from her lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thighs, and then she gasped aloud as she discovered that there was suddenly no more dress! The boy's hand now covered all of the wettened band of her thin white panties, and his outstretched middle finger was snaking under the elastic leg band. Slowly he wormed into the moistly warm channel of her vagina, and she squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her entire body quivered until her impaled cuntal walls became accustomed to the invading finger prodding into the lubricated softness of her cunt. She could feel her secretions flowing over the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as Wayne ground harder up inside her pussy. The young student moved his fingers in circles inside her soft warm cunt, expanding her tight little hole with each teasing rotation until the heatedly aroused teacher thought she would go out of her mind from his maddening tease.
Wayne could feel his long hard cock painfully jerking under his pants as the juice of his teacher's hotly excited pussy drenched his fingers with its warm moisture. His probings were inciting him as much as it was her, and he gasped with unrestrained excitement. He leaned forward slightly, pressing his moist lips against her ear and whispered: "Get up on your knees, Miss Frazer. I'll fuck you from behind."
"Oh God, no! I can't. Not here, not during school!" the older woman panted between clenched teeth, unable to stop the rocking of her vagina against his hand.
"You will, you damned bitch--or else!" he whispered threateningly to her. "I want to fuck you right now, and you want me to, I can tell. We'll fuck and watch the movie at the same time."
His lewd words only excited her more, and she groaned in abject surrender as he pushed her forward onto her hands. Her muscles were like rubber and she almost fell, coming to rest on her elbows with her buttocks once more waving in the air behind her in lewd supplication.
She shuddered as she felt the boy lift her skirt above her hips and bunch it around her waist, then draw her thin white nylon panties down over the rounded white cheeks of her buttocks and leave them pooled around her knees. A hot, fetid rush of air hit her backside and she suddenly flushed with shame. Her whole rear end was exposed to him, waving back in obscene invitation to any humiliation he might want to inflict upon it. A last thought of defiance flickered dimly through her mind as she heard the metallic sound of his zipper behind her. Then there was no more time for further thought as Wayne dropped his pants and his long, boyish cock burst into welcome freedom. He slipped to his knees behind her whitely straining buttocks and pressed the tight- swollen head of his penis into the greedy cuntal crevice up between her widespread thighs.
Joan's buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the heatedly pulsating penis pushing against her from behind. She felt his hands close around the tops of her hips, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into her soft white flesh.
"Reach back," he panted breathlessly. "Put my prick in your ass, Miss Frazer!"
"Oh no, no, not that!" Joan whimpered. "I can't do it, not there! I just can't!"
"Put it in, I tell you!" the boy commanded again, digging his fingers tighter into her flesh. "I wanna fuck my teacher in the ass!"
"Ohhhhh," Joan mewled as she felt the flesh of her thighs being squeezed into painful tight balls. She couldn't stand it. In desperation, she reached back between her legs and closed her hand over his hard, youthful penis. Oh God, it now felt more enormous than ever, far bigger than it had before! He was going to impale her in her rectum! He would split her in two!
Wayne squeezed again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from the teacher's tormented lips. She tearfully placed the hotly throbbing head of his cock against her tightly puckered little anus, biting down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears of fear and pain that were beginning to brim her eyes. She felt it begin a slow prodding and working against the elastic sphincter muscles, parting them and then slowly forcing its way inside the tight restricted ring of flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to her rectum. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender crevice between her buttocks was being pulled asunder--then suddenly she felt her backsides swept apart and Wayne's long, virile penis slithered into her painfully cringing back passage like the trunk of a tree. The heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her aching buttocks, pushing her face brutally down against the schoolroom floor.
"Gaaaaawwwww!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her rectal passage was on fire! His youthful penis had penetrated it like an express train, and Joan struggled and jerked her buttocks in vain to escape the cruel impalement. But it was no use! Wayne had skewered into her anus up to the hilt, and she was his hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end of his rock-hard cock like a mounted insect. Her rectum was burning from the unaccustomed size of his unnatural entry, and it felt as though the boy were sodomizing her clear to her breasts. She moaned against the humiliating pain, her lips opening and closing in sensation and torment.
Through the daze of her shameful agony, the older woman's eyes locked back on the dirty movie and the obscenely swaying body of the dark-skinned girl before the humping German Shepherd. The girl had gone completely out of her mind by now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the savage animal through tightly clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his bestial cum deep up inside her cunt, wanting desperately to be filled with the animal sperm in her sex-crazed madness. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust- deranged flesh begging to be subjugated. She was groveling in humiliation at being fucked by this panting beast, grinding her wantonly thrashing buttocks back against his hairy jerking body as if she were another dog. Joan watched with a masochistic gleam shining strangely in her eyes, reveling in much the same manner as the dark-skinned girl was to the cruel humiliation the dog was subjecting her to.
Behind her, gasping and panting with delight, Wayne began to saw rhythmically in and out of the soft, rubbery confines of her rectum. Gradually the pain began to ease a little, and Joan began to feel even more masochistic pleasure ripple through her. Watching the girl succumbing to the depraved fucking of the dog's thick penis, coupled by the ravishment of the two naked girl students in the classroom, was sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked sensations coursing through her entire being. She began to undulate her soft-fleshed buttocks lasciviously in circles in rhythm to the long young cock sodomizing her behind.
The handsome adolescent stretched the quivering moons of his teacher's buttocks wide with his fingers, watching in the dim light of the room as the pink folds of wetly glistening flesh clung to his long impaling shaft on each withdrawal stroke. A feeling of absolute power rippled through him as he held Joan's hips down in total subjugation to the rock-hard cock skewering relentlessly up into her ass. His fingers gripped her harder, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, hearing moans from her tormented throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his merciless torture.
Joan's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion now. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart and stretching with difficulty the flimsy nylon panties still hanging around her knees. She could feel with obscene delight the wispy pubic hair at the base of his immature loins brush tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her buttocks. She could feel his tunneling young penis behind her imbedded far up inside her rectum, routing its fleshy hardness deep inside her rubbery sheath where no man had been before. Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a boy half her age fucked into her rectal passage; forgotten were the nakedly fucking boys and girls around her; forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees. All that mattered to her now was the perverted lust surging through her flesh like a raging fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked in the ass like this; she wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed upon her pleasure-wracked body.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me deep in the ass, lover-boy!" she breathed rapturously back at Wayne. "I like it, I like it, oooooh God, cum, cum, cum in my ass ..."
Through lust-dimmed eyes she watched as young Sharla Gronsworth climaxed spasmodically around Mickey Hagen's tongue sucking her tender wet cunt. To Joan's passion-swept gaze, the boy's thick, pink tongue seemed to disappear into a strange, lengthened fusion to Sharla's moistly spread vaginal lips as he drove his mouth forward to sink as far as he could into the warmly perfumed pussy. The young girl danced beneath him, gasping out her orgasm in incoherent, high-pitched mewls, slapping upwards with her straining little cunt in unison to his maddeningly lapping tongue.
Then, without warning, Knuckles Gruber jerked his cock from Lucy Hamilton's sucking lips and held his rigid hardness about two inches away from her face. With an expiring groan escaping from his chest, the boy began to spew hot, fresh sperm from the bulging head of his penis directly into the young girl's open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from his wildly jerking shaft like milk from a cow udder, filling her tender mouth to the brim. Lucy swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot boyish cum as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly in an effort to keep up with the ejaculating cock shooting its lewd semen into her face.
Joan groaned at the obscene picture of the girl's self- inflicted humiliation, as the youthful penis throbbed out its last remaining spurts of the liquid, and thin strings of the hot sticky fluid ran down from the tip of his penis to her glistening lips like a lurid spider web of sexual connection.
Suddenly the passion-driven teacher jerked her attention back to the movie, as a loud cry came from the soundtrack. The young black girl was twisting her head from side to side on the moss, experiencing her own beginning throes of orgasm. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the dark- skinned buttocks waving from behind. She screamed suddenly and screwed her thighs wildly back against the dog just as he jerked forward and his cock began to spit its sperm deep inside her tightly clasping cunt. Joan watched in fascination as the girl's smoothly rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly squeezed pussy around the penis of the dog, and thin white trails of animal cum ran down the dusky columns of her thighs. Her backsides glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward on her face unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled cuntal hole with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the classroom. The girl was now out cold and the dog stood above her, wagging its tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his head to her wide-splayed vagina and licked at the white flowing semen throbbing from her still pulsing cunt. He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no more, and lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft pubic hair of her ravished vagina ...
"Oh--Oh God, Wayne!" Joan gasped. Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably, her passion stimulated even more by the sight of the climatic abandonment all around her. "Ohhh yes! Fuck me hard, lover-boy! Fuck me hard in my assss!" she begged, gasping. She was fast approaching her own orgasm, and her flesh had surrendered totally to a madness she had never known before. The smooth, warm folds of her rectum squeezed tightly around his virile penis until she could feel every corrugated inch of skin on his rigidly pulsing cock. She screwed her buttocks back up against his belly until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his testicles press hard into the wet, wide-stretched crevice of her vagina. The soft, fuzz-covered skin of his scrotum danced teasingly against her sensitive pussy lips, sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her ravaged nerve-ends ...
Joan saw the flash of light as the lamps of the room flicked on, and clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through her haze of pain and passion, she was only vaguely aware of the naked boys and girls gathering around to watch her, but nothing mattered except the youngster driving into her anus from behind.
"Je-zus!" she heard a voice like Sharla's breathe, "look at Miss Frazer go!"
"I told you she would," a Mickey Hagen-like voice laughed maliciously. "Once that dirty movie started, she was a goner!"
"Think you want a little of her?" Wayne asked as he grunted savagely behind his teacher's bucking loins.
"If you don't fuck her to death, I will," Knuckles gasped.
"Gee, I'd like to see that!" a Lucy-like voice answered through Joan's haze, "I want to see the stuck-up bitch screwed good. She flunked me in the last test we had."
The puzzling young voices continued as the remarks became

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