"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!