Her wide eyes swept over his trembling body. Every muscle in his strong frame was bunched up and tense. She looked at his face and swallowed convulsively. His features were contorted with raging lust. He was out of it completely! The timid young kid she had teased into jacking off for her had flipped out. He was a borderline psycho, gripping her thighs with cruel strength and staring down at his rigid cock slipping deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Ann's head was a whirl. She felt her body turn flaming hot with cock-fever, and chillingly cold with fear. His hands held her down, nailing her shaking ass to the edge of the dresser as his cock churned faster and faster in and out of her pussy.
"Billy!" she choked. "Wait… wait…"
"Shut up and fuck, teacher!" he growled. "You've been begging for this. This is what you need. This is what cockteasers like you deserve. Keep those legs open so the class can see my cock fucking your cunt! Open wider, damn it!"
His cock slammed into her cunt with increasing speed, raking her pussy walls. In spite of her fear, Ann felt her cum responding to his wild thrusting. Her mouth fell open, her lungs gasped for air. A pink haze seemed to fill, the room. The steady squish-squish of his plunging rod grew louder and louder. She felt her cunt driving her toward a wild climax. She had never been fucked so roughly, but she was finding that some perverse streak in her nature made her hips thrust back at every brutal stroke of his rigid cock reaming her hole. The sound of his rod creaming her cuntjuice into a white froth filled her ears. She came with a suddenness that made her heart skip, but he ignored the convulsive twitching of her cunthole and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs achingly wide.
Billy spread his feet, digging his toes into the carpet. His glazed eyes stared at his flaming red cock whipping in and out of Ann's cunt. He saw her clit swell with her frantically pulsing blood. He saw her cunthole open and close with wild spasms around his raging cock. He didn't feel her nails digging into his ass. He didn't hear her gasping for breath. He never paused when a second wild orgasm made her body double up with frenzied ecstasy.
Her legs whipped around him. Her ankles locked behind his muscular back. He jerked her away from the dresser, her ass suspended in mid air. His hands clutched her trembling cheeks, jamming her aching cunt down even tighter over his whipping cock.
Billy's eyes flicked to the mirror. He tilted her ass up and stared hotly at her puckered asshole.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" she heard him mutter. "That's something else I promised myself."
He strode to the bed and dumped her sweating body on the yielding mattress. His rigid cock snapped up in the air, wavering around hungrily.
"On your hands and knees, teach! I'm gonna screw your butt so fuckin' hard you won't walk straight for a week."
Something seemed to snap in Ann's mind. The pink haze clouding her eyes grew even thicker. "Yes!" she heard her voice gasping. "Yes, yes! Fuck my asshole. Hurt me! Give it to me good, Billy! I deserve it. A tease like me deserves to be ass-raped. Do it NOW!"
Ann huddled up in a tiny ball, her knees on the edge of the mattress. She realized she was clenching her fists and wagging her ass at the wavering cock coming closer and closer to her up thrust butt.
"Fuck me, Billy. Punish me! Shove every inch of your cock up my butt!"
She felt him rubbing his cock against her open cuntlips. Then he smeared her juice up and down the crack of her buttcheeks open for him. She groaned when she felt the pressure of his wide cockhead against her twitching hole.
She gasped and bit her lip, trying desperately to relax her muscles so it wouldn't hurt so much.
Her mind flashed back to the only other time she had taken a cock up her shit-chute. She'd been very young – a little girl who'd surprised her brother jacking off under the shower. He was roaring hot, and he had stripped off her filmy nightie and pulled her under the shower with him so quickly, she'd had time only to give one little yelp of surprise. He'd bent her over and slid his soapy cock into her virgin bunghole. It had hurt like hell, but she remembered how excited she'd been, and how she'd grabbed her ankles and stayed bent over for him until he blew a hot load of cum way up inside her.
Now it was going to happen again. And she wanted it!
Ann groaned when she felt her asshole stretching and stretching as Billy gripped her hips and pulled her back toward him.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, "You're going to kill me with that thing." Her knees suddenly gave out under her and she sprawled on the bed. He followed her down, keeping up his relentless pressure. With a sudden snap of his hips, he bottomed his rigid cock in her butt and lay flat on her with all his weight.
His cock twitched and jerked, deep inside her. He grunted and came back up to his knees, pulling her up with him. She felt his hands spreading her buttcheeks and his cock growing even harder as he watched it sliding in and out.
His hands closed around her waist, pushing her forward and pulling her back, fucking her ass faster and faster.
Ann beard herself pleading, "More! More! More! I want more cock, Billy," She gritted her teeth. "Aaaarrrgghhh!" Her clenched fists beat against her pillow. Her hips met every bruising thrust of his dick, plunging in and out of her ass. Tears ran down her face. In her mind, she could feel the water from the shower pelting on her hot skin as he brother fucked her virgin asshole.
Suddenly she felt Billy stop stroking. Her eyes snapped open wide. She felt his fingers dig into her flesh.
"No!" she screamed. "Don't come! Not yet!"
His cock began to throb way up her ass. He groaned and fell forward, smashing her sweating body into the mattress. "Too tight. Too damn tight," he muttered. "Can't keep it back."
She whimpered and wiggled under him, thrusting her hips up and clamping down on his cock as his balls unloaded jet after jet of hot cum. She felt her nerves tighten like bowstrings, and then the wild surge of relief as her orgasm swept over her.
She had never come that way before. Not with a thick cock blasting its load into her flaming butt. There was a loud ringing in her ears. It kept ringing over and over. She lay still, panting, trying to get a grasp on reality. She realized it was the bedroom telephone, but to Billy's mind it was a different kind of bell.
Ann felt him pulling out, getting up off her bed. She turned over and struggled to sit up. She winced. Her asshole burned like it was on fire.
Billy was getting dressed, stuffing his cock into his Levi's. "That's the bell," he muttered. "Class is over. Gotta get over to Science Hall. Can't be late."
Ann fell back on the bed, wiping the perspiration from her face with shaking hands. She heard his footsteps echo down the hall, then the front door click shut.
It was over. The spooky wild fuck session was all over. The flipped-out teenager who had fucked her silly was gone.
She blinked and looked around her torn-up bedroom. The camera was on the floor. Her clothes were strewn all over the place. Her pussyjuice was smeared on the bare wood of her dresser top. It could have been a dream, the kind she'd often had at night after feeling Billy's eyes undressing her all afternoon in class. But no dream could make her cunt so tender and red, nor her butthole so flaming hot.
"Whew!" Ann muttered to herself. "That was a bit too much! What a weird kid, flipping out that way. But it was my fault, me and my sex education pictures."
She fluffed up her pillow and lay back, grinning impishly at her image in the dresser mirror. She was still hot. Her tingling clitty still screamed for attention. She spread her legs and peeked down at her pink nubbin.
"I know what you need," she smiled at its reflection. Her hands trailed over her flat belly. Her fingers crept into her pussy fur. She jerked when a fingernail grazed her erect clit. Her fingers pressed down and rolled the stiff nubbin around and around. She saw her hips lift, in the mirror, and her legs open wider.
"So who the hell is normal?" she asked herself. "I'm just as sex-crazy as Billy, I guess." She lifted her legs up high and wide and watched her finger easing in and out of her slick hole. "Oooooooh, that's good! So damn good!" She fingered herself faster and faster, sweat breaking out all over her flushed skin again. The bedsprings protested as her hips began to snap and roll under the urgings of her busy fingers. She couldn't seem to push deep enough, nor clamp down hard enough to get herself off. She wanted to come, had to come at least once more.
Ann leaped off the bed and rummaged through her dresser. Where the hell had she put that long white vibrator she'd bought from that smirking clerk in the adult book store. It would be a poor substitute after feeling Billy's hard young cock fucking her hungry hole, but it would be better than her fingers.
There it was, under a pile of neatly folded silk panties. Ann switched it on and stood with one foot on the edge of the bed, watching her fuck herself in the mirror. No matter how hard she shoved it in, she couldn't make herself climax. She strode up and down her bedroom, the buzzing vibe sticking lewdly out of hers cunt, her fingers teasing her cunt and sliding into her slippery asshole.
It was just no damn good – not after the wild fuck session with Billy.
Ann flopped down on her bed, still staring at her mirror. She clamped her legs tightly shut and reached down to tilt the vibrator up so it pressed against her clit. All the damn thing did was make her hotter than ever. Sexy flashbacks of every cock her nymph pussy had ever taken flickered on the screen of her hot mind. Her brother fucking her ass in the shower had started her off. After that, she had swiped her older sister's vibrator and used it to take her own cherry.
And now here she was, twenty-five years old and back doing her old little-kid pussy tricks again. This was absolutely no fucking good!
Who could she get to come over and fuck her? And who had called her, and made Billy's foggy head think it was the classroom bell? She had a quick, horny flash of Greg Swift's handsome face, hovering over her when they'd fucked on his office floor. He was what she needed – right now!
She ruffled through the pages of the phone book with one hand. The other kept sliding the buzzing vibe in and out of her creaming pussy. She dialed his home number and lay back, listening to the phone ring and the tiny squeaking noises of her bedsprings under her moving hips.
His deep voice made her cunt spasm around the white rod she'd shoved up her cunthole. Her voice stuck in her throat, but she managed to say.
"Greg? This is Ann Carter. Sorry to bother you with school business on a Saturday, but I wonder if we could get together today. There are some points about upcoming sex instruction lessons I think we should discuss."
There was a long pause, and when Greg spoke it seemed to her that his voice sounded very odd. "Ordinarily I'd be delighted, Ann, but… ah I'm kind of pinned down… I mean, tied up right now. Uh… easy with that thing!"
Ann blinked and felt a red flesh creeping over her face. "What do you mean… easy?" How could he know she was fucking her own cunt with a buzzing dildo? She had a sudden flash of understanding, and pressed the phone tightly to her ear. Small, wet slurping noises came over the wire. Some bitch was sucking Greg's cock! Her cock! The very one she wanted between her pussylips.
"You have a woman with you, don't you, Greg? You do! And she's down on your cock. I can hear her!"