Message-ID: <8109eli$9802041403@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jaypee Subject: Tortured Teacher 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34D812F7.4CE6@KIVA.NET> TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 10 by Joy Paine Index words: oral rape o# warm-up w# NOTE: with one exception, the characters in this story have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The exception is that I like to picture myself in the story, from time to time. "But don't start thinking you're home free, Susie darling," Angie warned. "The guys are willing to let you off without fucking -- tonight, anyway -- but only if you give them the best Frenching that they've ever had in their lives. Just one hint of resistance, or one feel of your teeth, and it's twat time. And maybe asshole time, too," she added as an afterthought. "Have you got that, Sweetie?" Susie nodded that she understood. "And I'll add one more rule," the blonde went on. "All the time, you've got to be smiling prettily for the camera, and doing your best to make it look like this was a labor of love." Angie turned to the boys. "Now you guys with the cameras. Make sure that we get a clear view of Susie's face in every shot, plus a good look at the prick that she's sucking. If you can get a good shot of her bedroom in the background, fine -- but the main thing is that every picture must show, without any chance of mistake, who she is, and what she's doing. "And I know that you guy are a little camera-shy, but I do want enough of your identity to show so it'll be clear that she's blowing more than one fellow. "And now for the good news. It'll take three guys to man the cameras, and of course one will be the beneficiary of Susie's ministrations. That leaves one more fellow. If you want, I'll warm up each guy who's on deck, to get him ready for the blow job." w# The guys cheered. They knew what Angie's "warm-ups" were like. They just had to make sure that they had something left for Susie after they were thoroughly warmed up. "And now, Susie baby, prepare to meet your doom." Susie shuddered. The expression was all too appropriate. Chuck deserved the honor of being first, but he deferred to one of the other boys "so I can have the fun of Angie's warm-up. After all", he pointed out, "it isn't exactly a case of taking sloppy seconds." They drew straws to see who got the honor of taking Chuck's place, and they all cheered the winner. o# Susie knew what she had to do. When the candidate had taken off his pants and stretched out on the bed -- the bed that she shared with Jim, Susie remembered with anguish -- she climbed up and lowered her head. At a reminder from Angie, she grinned at the camera, then adjusted her position a little so that they could get a clear shot of her face as she parted her lips and bent to the disgusting task. This is what Jim always wanted to do, she thought. Maybe this ordeal is a punishment because I wouldn't do it for him. Swallowing back the vomit that rose to her throat, Susie touched the monster tentatively her lips, eliciting a moan of pleasure. Then, at another prodding word, she parted her lips, took the repulsive thing into her mouth. At least it didn't last long. The boy had been loaded for bear, and it only took a few strokes before he shouted in ecstasy and shot his wad right into Susie's mouth, grabbing her by the hair and holding her so she couldn't back away, until she had to swallow the whole disgusting mess. And then it was Chuck's turn. To make sure it wasn't "sloppy seconds", he made Susie brush her teeth and gargle before he lay down for her. Or rather, he let the other fellows make her do it -- he didn't want to lose the momentum of Angie's "warm-up". As soon as her face got near Chuck's prick, Susie knew what the "warm-up" meant. The thing smelled and tasted like Angie's cunt -- a smell and taste that Susie had gotten all too used to while she was Frenching the younger girl. Apparently Angie, unsated by Susie's blow job, had been having Chuck fuck her. * * * * * Somehow, Susie survived the ordeal. Their preferences varied. One of the fellows preferred to be on top, with Susie lying passively on her back, while he rammed his dick into her as far as her tonsils. Another went for the delicate touch, and had Susie tongue him gently, so that when he finally came it shot all over her face. Another had her kneel over his face, instead of between his legs, so he could squeeze her breasts agonizingly while she serviced him. And so on. She lost count of the number of times her face was raped, but she was sure that every one of the boys had her at least twice. But anyway, she consoled herself, if she stole all their strength with her blow jobs, she could be all the more confident that they would not break their word and invade her cunt after she had done her damnedest to satisfy them with her hitherto virgin mouth. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |