Her eyes then locked with the girl’s. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Claire. What did you think was going to happen when you showed up in my class all sweet and innocent, with those big brown puppy dog eyes and wet pouty kewpie-doll lips … ‘oh teach me, teach me Ms. Swanson! I’ll do my best, Ms. Swanson! You just ignore my killer body and super-cute face the way I do, Ms. Swanson! Let’s pretend that every boy, and most of the girls, don’t wanna fuck me, Ms. Swanson! Who, little ol’ innocent pure-as-the-driven-snow-me, Ms. Swanson?’”
The words hit Claire like slaps, making her eyes water, her eyelids quiver, and then blink, her expression crumbling into agonized despair. Her head screwed on her neck, tears pouring out onto the carpet as her body was wracked by shuddering sobs.
“Oh no,” cried Dorothy Swanson, running over to kneel by Claire’s head. “Did I upset you, dear?” She took Claire’s face in her hands, forcing the girl to look back up at her. “Did I make sweet little snookums cry?” The Holden girl’s eyes fluttered as she tried to keep, or lose, her sanity.
“That’s the least of it, bitch,” the woman promised. “I don’t like girls who act like you, all sweetness and light. You look like a sex doll, so that’s just what you’re gonna be. You’re ours now, body, face, and soul, and we’re gonna keep you nice and safe.” Claire was crying in earnest as the woman kneed the man lightly in the shoulder. “You almost done?”
“Give me a minute,” he grunted. “Shit, I already screwed her three times today!”
“Good boy,” Ms. Swanson commended. She squeezed Claire’s face. “Now, that’ll teach you, baby.” Then she rocked back and watched as he curled his arms under the girl’s shoulders, sunk his fingers into the grooves made by her collar bones, and started humping her like a rabid dog.
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Intensely textured for your pleasure by Steve, Geoff Merrick
The deliveryman dragged the groaning girl to her knees, cupped the back of her head, and shoved her face down onto his cock.
It stabbed into the hole in her mouth like a knife into a scabbard. The crown hit the back of her throat, setting off her gag reflex, but he didn’t let go as she twisted and choked. In a trice, the teacher was there, grabbing the back of the girl’s neck while jamming her other hand deep into her bra.
“There, there, dear,” she crooned into Claire’s ear as she mauled a tit. “Take it … take it all, like a good girl.”
One of Dotty’s hands was back in the girl’s shirt as she leaned down on Claire’s back while thrusting the warming, whirring wanker up into her over and over and over again.
Claire was sweating profusely, her shirt all but transparent, her legs vibrating. Drool poured out of her yanked-open mouth, splashing the deliveryman’s lap and splattering the floor around his chair. Mucous streamed out of her nostrils and a steady stream of tears coursed down her cheeks. She didn’t even feel Swanson’s fingers leaving her chest, but she certainly felt them find her clit.
The girl twitched in place as the teacher expertly stimulated her student as only a fellow female could.
Claire began to twist her torso, her mouth locked to his cock and her knees seemingly nailed to the kitchen floor. She began to rhythmically grunt in hysteria as her skin reddened.
Rebecca asked when they could leave by Steve, Geoff Merrick
The special squad unlocked the door and moved quickly into the apartment. Rebecca and Amy were where the brothers had left them. They had been there only for the better part of a day, so they were in better shape than Kim had been.
Even so, they were weak, abused, and terrified, so they were glad to be moved to the police clinic where they bathed, were fed, and allowed latrine privileges. Then, back in bed, wearing hospital robes, they gladly gave their statements.
Every once in awhile, one of the cops would walk into another room, giving Rebecca and Amy a glimpse of another patient in another bed, her head turned away from them, her naked arms by her side under the single white sheet which covered her.
What they couldn’t see, of course, was how the lower half of her face was sealed with bandage, or the way the hospital restraints kept her wrists and ankles locked wide under the sheet.
Rebecca asked when they could leave. The blond cop, who seemed to be the boss, said, “When we’re done.”
She was about to jerk up when Seth knocked her out with a sharp hit from the butt of the gun. She dropped back down heavily, her mouth filled with cock and cum.
Sam smiled as both he and Seth started to “pet” her shapely, nearly naked body. “Fuck this,” Seth breathed. “Fuck this….”
“Soon enough,” Sam assured him.
Then Sean said. “I think I see somebody…!”
“What?” Seth asked. “Who?”
“A redhead…,” Sean reported. “Redhead…killer body. White lace minidress. White heels. Over there…you see her?