wide as she landed on the living room floor.
Quick as a wink, Curtis leaped forward and pinned her down to the rug. 'That was fun,' he chuckled jubilantly. 'Something to get the blood moving before the main event, eh, Teach?'
Every inch of her womanly flesh cringed in resistance, but Lisa couldn't fight his youthful, vibrant strength. Lord knew she wanted to… but there was no way she could overcome his steel-like grip as he held her down. And in all truth, she had to admit she couldn't blame Curtis or Scott for acting this way. Retribution is never kind!
'Don't,' she whimpered imploringly up at Curtis, and then at Scott as he crowded around with his dog. 'Don't, I beg of you! I beg you not to do this to me!'
'He promised not to hurt you, Mrs. Hamilton,' Scott said reassuringly. 'But crap, I don't see why you're putting up a big fight. It's not any different than yesterday, and then you wanted it! At least… at least from Atilla,' he added miserably.
'Right on, pecker-tracker,' Curtis derided. 'You're all upset over nothing, Mrs. Hamilton. Just think of that dog-cock humping into you instead of us, if that'll make you happier.'
'God! Stop talking that way, you filthy child!' She lunged upward from the rug on the floor, but Curtis held her squirming form down easily.
'She's screaming just the way I said she would,' he snickered cruelly. 'Man, do I dig them there screams! Come on, Scott, help me get this robe offa her!'
'I get to fuck her first!'
'Who says?'
'She promised me first!'
'All right, all right; I ain't going to argue. Might even be a panic to see her getting screwed by you, kid. But let's get this robe off, or nothing gets done!'
Lisa lay helpless while she was stripped naked, both boys' eager hands helping to paw obscenely over her breasts, buttocks, and loins. Lord, she was absolutely defenseless against them, entirely at their mercy to do with as they would!
The robe was untied and laid wide open on the rug like a giant cape, but that wasn't enough to please the students. Scott, in his hasty excitement, jerked it free of her shoulders and arms while Curtis kept her body down on the floor. Then he stood up with a triumphant leer and began to pull his own clothing off, and within seconds Lisa again gazed at his slender erection jutting with young pride from his almost hairless loins.
Curtis, meanwhile, had pinned her down with one massive hand planted in the middle of her chest like a flat stake. With his other hand he was feverishly undressing himself, unzipping his fly and wriggling unceremoniously out of his trousers, to finally kick everything off, including his tennis shoes. His thicker, stubbier penis throbbed out into the air, larger and more developed than Scott's, as to be expected, but still freshly immature. There was a patch of thin pubic hair growing at the base of his taut, flat belly, indicating his extra years, and dazedly, Lisa wondered if his hard cock would feel good inside of her. Somewhere, deep in her fright-shocked mind, she had the impression it would be delightful…
Ashamed at her own lurid thoughts at a time like this, Lisa turned her face away from the naked youngsters, her arms clenched tightly to her sides. She felt her nudity as a great shame covering her like an evil cloak, one that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard she might try. But soon it would be replaced by one even more obscenely vile, the living flesh of these two students who were hovering breathlessly over her. They were both savage children who didn't care who she was, other than a defenseless hole into which to shove their long, hard shafts of indecent maleness and to fill with their lewd young seed. She was no more than a gutter prostitute to them, one upon whom their inexperienced bodies wished to train their prowess. Great tears of self-pity swelled through her tightly clenched eyes at the thought, and rolled silently down her cheeks.
But before her mind could spin any further, the blonde woman felt a light flicking over the soles of her feet. Something the naked Curtis Benson had taken from his pants pocket was now in his hand, grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet!
Chapter 5
Lisa Hamilton struggled to sit up, but her student's muscular arm held her fast to the shag rug with his palm flat against the soft white flesh of her quivering belly. Yet she had been able to see enough to know that Curtis was grinning lewdly as he kneeled naked over her defenseless body, and that in his other hand was a thick plastic shaft with which he was tickling her feet. It was cream-colored, about seven inches long and two inches around, and it gave off a buzzing hum like a nest of hornets.
'A vibrator,' Curtis explained as she stared back up at his face with a questioning expression. 'A battery- operated massager shaped like a man's pecker. You know, like a dildo.'
A dildo! Lisa recalled with mounting horror the stories she'd heard of artificial penises. No one knows how old they are, clay replicas having been found in ancient, long-dead cities such as Ugarit and Mari. The Bible mentions them; the Roman god Priapus was one; the Orient sells them openly to this day. In Paris, call it goderniche, and in Italy, call it diletto — but by whatever name, the phallic effigy brings happiness to millions of tensed-up women the world around. And now, despite her shame and torment, it was about to bring happiness to her as well. Lisa tried to jerk up her feet and escape the maddening titillation of the phallic tickle. But it was no use, Curtis continuing the lascivious massaging slowly up her calves, paused at her sensitive inner thighs to rotate the rounded head in small, excruciating circles against her soft, bare skin. The older woman squirmed, trapped against the living room floor with the teenager's hand pressuring against her belly, inadvertently opening her loins in a crab-like stance. The moist pink slit of her vagina was now completely exposed to his vibrating touch, and the greedy eyes of the naked youth watching her from above.
'Crap, that's wild!' Scott yelled encouragingly. 'More! More!'
Curtis chuckled wickedly and thrust the blunt tip of his torturing dildo directly against the slightly parted pubic hair, jiggling the vibrator lewdly along the plainly visible lips of her tight, trembling cunt.
'Ohhhhh,' Lisa moaned, jerking wildly in her vain effort to escape the taunting buzz which was tingling all the way through her body. 'D-don't do that! I… I can't stand it!'
Relentlessly, the teasing dildo played at the tender flesh of her vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating crevice to her tiny, throbbing clitoris, flicking it madly into involuntary hardness. She groaned in desperate pleading for the boy to stop, but Curtis continued unheeding, working the vibrating instrument slowly up over the mound of her genitals and across the flat, white plane of her belly. Almost crazy with tension, Lisa could feel the fake-cock crawling up over her ripe quivering breasts and begin to gently caress their nipples, first one and then across to the other and then back again. Against her will, her proud firm breasts were throbbing into round hardness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing dildo made delicious circles around the pink-hued areoles.
As the tormenting massager began its downward journey again, the naked teacher found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching involuntarily upward to absorb the vibrating pleasures. The buzzing rod dwelled long on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips. The widening crevice between her firm buttocks once more splayed open to the leering, lustfevered eyes of both of her students, and then with a rapacious snicker, Curtis flicked the plastic penis against the sensitive moist flesh of her cuntal mouth. The tight elastic orifice of her swelling pussy jerked back in her surprise, and she tried to wriggle down into the shag rug to escape the cruelly delightful probe.
'Agggg!' Lisa gasped between clenched teeth. 'D-don't! Please don't! You're driving me crazy with that thing!'
A sadistic giggle answered her as she undulated against the teasing dildo in her clasping cunt. She tried to close her thighs against it; but they would not seem to obey her mind's commands, and tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes as the mature woman felt her body gradually losing control. She had vowed she would never allow herself to be tempted again, but already she was betraying her oath, the sheer hopelessness of her position and the vibrator in the hands of this young boy forcing her into helpless submission.
'Nnnoooo! Stop it! Stop it, you little monster!'
'Would you rather be fucked?' she heard the sneering voice of Curtis Benson call down to her. 'You want Scott
