Raping the Teacher
(mm/F, nc, rape)

By Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com 

[Thursday, 11:45am]

"Be careful what you wish for: you might get it" is a oft-quoted phrase that seems true to each one of us at times in our lives. Becky Caparzo was beginning to realize the truth of this statement. Growing up she wanted more than anything to become a teacher. In college, she wanted to go ahead and get her Master's Degree so that during her first years of teaching she wouldn't be saddled with the double-duty of teaching and trying to complete yet another mandatory degree. And more than anything, she wanted to marry her college sweetheart. Becky got all that she wished....

Tired and still having to teach three more classes before the end of the day, Becky walked down the drab hallway to her classroom to grade the first homework assignments from her classes. She sighed as she walked, knowing that she should be overjoyed. She'd just married a wonderful husband, and had received a job teaching in her hometown's high school only months after receiving her Masters' Degree in college. None of it felt right, though; life with her new husband wasn't anything like she thought it'd be, and she felt uncomfortable teaching people only a few years younger than her. Especially in seventh period, with two boys sitting in the back rows looking at her. She couldn't place what seemed wrong, but the looks they gave her yesterday certainly weren't those of students looking at a teacher. The two were both varsity football players, horrible at English but heroes to the rest of the school for their play on the field and current undefeated record. Those two characters only highlighted the fact that her anxiety was about "nothing," that is, nothing she could pinpoint. Yet it was something that was bothering her.

She barked, "Why don't the two of you straighten up right now or get out! You're not going to sit here and not learn anything in my class. That goes for every one of you."

She stopped herself as she realized she'd started dwelling on those two boys again in the back row; four times in half as many days of school. Shaking her head, Becky turned the corner to her office in the back of the classroom, then froze, her stomach seeming to leap into her throat, as she saw the two of them standing by their lockers. Obviously the two were on lunch break as well, because the hall rang with silence except for their low conversations. Catching her breath, and baffled by her fright, she nevertheless tried to slip into her office without being noticed. She creaked the door open slowly, then stepped quietly past the door. As she vanished past the old and faded oak doorway, she saw one of them turn to see her. Inexplicably alerted, she closed the door quickly and turned the lock on the doorknob.

Becky sighed in relief, then thought about how she'd acted. She even felt silly, locking her own office door to protect herself from some class members who probably didn't even remember her name yet. Shaking her head in self-reproach, she unlocked the door then went to her desk. She sat down and began looking at the papers, shrugging off her grey blazer and unbuttoning the sleeves to her white silk blouse as the sunlight from outside poured into the room, turning it into an oven. She shrugged the blazer over her slender shoulders and onto the swivel chair, then untied her light brown hair and let it fall down her back. She leaned back in her chair, reading some of the assignments, and being thoroughly unimpressed by the students general level of writing.

She heard a noise suddenly, and she glanced up from a half-sleep to see the two boys standing at the door. She shook her hair back and shuffled the papers into a folder, asking "What can I do for you?" as she glanced up, using the folder as an excuse to not look straight at them. Her blue eyes widened slightly as the one with the shaved head closed the door, while the one with swept-back blonde hair moved closer to the desk. She gulped as she heard the familiar click of the lock, then stood up uneasily as the two turned off the light and moved towards her in the shadows.

"Why don't you do something for us?" the dark-haired one answered with a grin, as they moved around opposite sides of the desk, cornering her in the large blue-carpeted office. As the blonde-hair boy moved around the desk, he casually jerked the string on her office window's Venetian blinds, drawing them shut.

Becky tried to catch her breath, and weakly asked, "What do you want? I'm busy right now."

The blonde-hair boy answered "YOU."

Breaking out of her trance and suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation, she bolted for the door, and twisted at the metal knob. She pulled uselessly for a moment, then remembered the lock. She reached down to twist it open, but as she fumbled with it the dark-haired boy grabbed her from behind and dragged her back to the middle of the room. She kicked her legs forward, sending one of her dress shoes flying against the opposite wall, and one of the two - she didn't know which - laughed and said "now you're getting the idea." The boy pulled her backwards and she fell to the floor on her back, the two quickly kneeling down to her.

"Get her Carl, hold her!!" Greg yelled.

The blonde hair boy grabbed her stocking-clad ankles and the other slammed her wrists down against the floor and knelt on top of them, his kneecaps pinning each arm down. He reached down her body, and she screamed as he ripped her blouse down the front, sending buttons flying across the room. He pulled the flaps out of the waistband of her loose black skirt, and flipped them aside to reveal her fully rounded, brassier-clad bosom.

"You must've missed the sign-in the administration office," Greg said to her as she tossed in his arms, "this hall's under repair; the only people that are allowed here are the carpenters."

Becky looked down at the one sitting between her ankles as he said "and they won't be coming until five o'clock." Carl, who was holding her arms tore her bra down her arms and yanked the back hook off as he said "but we'll probably be coming long before then."

"What's her bra size say, Greg?"

"Well fuck me. Little Miss Caparzo here wears a 36D-cup. Very good!!" Carl shared.

She screamed "No! Stop it, stop it now!" and tried to fight them as Carl pushed her bra aside to expose her round, pale breasts and light pink nipples. He grabbed her blouse and began dragging it up her arms, finally throwing it off. Becky felt the cool air touching her bare breasts, the two teenage boys' lascivious eyes on them, and she moaned a soft protest as her nipples begin to harden and stand upright against her breasts. The boy finished drawing her blouse off and tossed it aside in a corner along with her bra, then looked back down at her. She turned and tried to pull her wrists from under his knees as he lowered his hands; then she gasped, her eyes closed tightly, as his warm hands touched her breasts, rubbing along the outside curve of them and stroking his fingers back and forth.

The other boy pulled off her remaining shoe, then began to reach his hands up the inside of her legs, sliding past her skirt, and she tried to kick her legs. She groaned "no, please don't" as his fingers traced along her legs, rubbing past the top of her stockings and then up her thighs. He stroked further and she trembled as his hands slid over the crotch of her briefs. He slid them down her legs slowly, dragging them across her bent knees and supple legs, then pulled them over her ankles and placed them on the floor, almost seeming to relish her nakedness and openness towards him. He traced his two forefingers up and down the buttons running up the front of her skirt, then opened them, exposing a shadowy hint of her dark, moistening cunt. The boy at her arms leaned forward, pressing her wrists down even harder. She winced in pain as her wrists rolled beneath his full weight, then cried out softly as she felt the other boy's hands touch the downward curve of her bare cunt.

Becky tried to concentrate pulling on the man's knees, trying to pull her wrists from beneath them so she could claw the boys' faces run out the door screaming. She tried to concentrate on the two of them, the same kind of low-life jocks she'd spent her life hating, attacking her, and how much she hated them. She tried to concentrate on her newlywed husband, a kind and gentle man to whom she had sworn to be faithful, a promise they seemed to be forcing her to break. She tried to concentrate on anything but the boy's steady, intimately stroking fingers, rubbing and sliding against her with horribly deliberate slowness. His fingers traced along the lips of her cunt, and she shuddered as one fingertip brushed into her for just a second before trailing up and down between her kicking legs. She tried to pull away from him, but the other one held her down, his hands squeezing the roundness of her breasts, as the first one touched her hardening clit between two fingers, and began rubbing his fingers together, with that small, tender spot brushing and throbbing between them. She gasped, a small light sound, then let her head fall back, trying to imagine some place beyond the incessant, unendurable rubbing.

She tried to think clearly, then cried out, her eyes wide, as she felt something else touch her, something warm and wet stroking between her legs. She felt the tip of it tracing up and down her vagina while two firmer, but just as moist, lines massaged the rest of her cunt in small circles. She looked down, her eyes half-open, and moaned loudly as she saw the boy's head beneath the folds of her skirt, his lips and tongue exploring her innermost depths with quick, ardent strokes. His upper lip rubbed against the small patch of her pubic hair, while his lower lip brushed her crotch up and down. She shrieked, horrified by the act, as his tongue darted and flickered against the small tip of her clit. She'd only had one boyfriend throughout high school, despite her breathtaking looks and numerous admirers, and they'd always been true to marriage, only daring to touch each other on their honeymoon. Her husband had never done anything like this to her, and Becky, raised in a conservative Christian home, had never imagined such a sensation filling that space so completely. The boy held her thighs tightly across his shoulders and lowered his head, sliding his tongue deeper into her. She groaned in bewilderment as his tongue pushed further into her and his lips began massaging her own in earnest, almost like a French kiss. This moment was not right. She was sinning and she couldn't help it, despite not having any control over what these two monsters were doing to her body.

She rocked her head slightly as he licked her, then moaned, her eyes opening, as he drew away from her skirt. Becky felt herself lifted into the air, the blonde-haired Greg holding her thighs against his hips while the boy at her wrists folded his elbows beneath her shoulders and hoisted her into the air, his hands still cupped around her breasts. She tossed her head upright and looked down weakly as the boy holding her legs slid her thighs further up his hips.

She gasped lightly, her eyes wide, and groaned "No..." as she saw his member standing erect from between the zipper of his jeans. The thing seemed enormously large, almost incongruent with the boy's high-school age. He held her legs over his hips, then thrust himself up the folds of her skirt and deeper, past the wetted lips of her vagina and into her trembling body. 'My god,' she thought, 'he has be be at least twice as big as my husband.'

His penis went straight between her legs like a bulls eye, and pierced further into her with each rough push. She tossed her head with each rub into her, the member filling her completely and the tip penetrating depths she'd never felt touched before. She gasped quietly, her eyes closed lightly and her head tossed sideways, as the other boy began pinching her nipples and twisting them about her breasts slowly. He massaged the two points between his fingers, then pressed them down into her breasts while the other one drew her hips back and forth against his own, her skirt just barely concealing the forced fucking. Her hips rocked slightly against his and she cried out in self-loathing, trying to remind herself of the attack, of the way she despised the two men raping her, of the fact that she was actually being raped.

She felt herself dropped to the floor, turned over and landed on her hands and knees. Confused by the abrupt ending - she didn't think the boy had finished - Becky glanced up to see the boy at her arms lowering in front of her. He squatted atop her wrists again, and she felt the other boy kneeling behind her, his legs lying atop her lower legs and his hands on her skirt-clad hips. They held her that way, bent over between them, and she cried out as the one behind her lifted the back of her skirt and began thrusting into her again, his hands holding her hips against him as he rocked into her. She moaned and gasped as his member pounded into her, far deeper than it could have reached before, and far deeper than her husband had ever been inside her.

"OWWWoooohhhhhhhowwww... stop it, stop it, stop it, please stop right now!!"

She tensed in pain, screaming, her head rising as it went into her, and she felt it move at least nine or ten inches before withdrawing a little. He rocked back and forth quickly against the curve of her hips, his dick running easily through the thin wet line of flesh between the back of her thighs, and she breathed small, sob-like gasps as she felt the tip pushing into so far into her. She had never thought much about sex, had never been allowed to, and hadn't even dreamed about the position they held her in, bent over as one of them pounded deeper into her than she thought herself to even be, never imagining that she could ever accommodate a cock that large in her life, or that she ever wanted to.

Greg drew his own fat cockstalk out, and it appeared to be even larger, longer, and fatter than Carl's! He quickly grabbed the back of her head with one hand. She turned her face away from the huge throbbing dick, her experience with Carl's lips giving her some clue about what he expected of her. Unlike Carl's, his cock was uncut and when he peeled back his foreskin, precum dripped heavily from the head. She thought it was gross, but she couldn't take her eyes from the mesmerizing size of his member. He turned her head back downward and shoved his huge dick between her lips, sliding it in and out of her mouth slowly. He brushed the tip against the base of her tongue, and rubbed it over her tongue quickly. She began to move her own tongue, at first just to get away from the thing, then slid her lips up and down the extremely fat cockhead of his phallus tentatively, feeling the hot bulk of cock in her mouth.

Becky didn't know what prompted the two to roll her onto her back, since she knew neither of them had been satisfied, but they did, and Carl held her legs apart as he sat down between them. He went into her again, her feet against his shoulder blades as his member penetrated the open wet space between her legs. It pounded between her turned-up thighs, and her cunt flushed red as he went faster and faster into her. He was slamfucking her little pussy as hard as he could and his enormous length allowed him to deepstroke her pussy, banging her cervix hard, causing her to cry out. She tried to move, to keep him out of her somehow, but the other one held both her arms down, keeping her from even writhing against the floor. She lay on her back, her gasps rising higher with each push and her hips desperately twisting against the students' vicious cocks.

Carl suddenly slowed down, pushed the full length of his huge member deep into her, slitting her cervix with his cockhead, then trembled and shook his head from side to side as he came straight inside her womb. She felt the endless jets of hot cum fire deep into her womb, his huge member shuddering and flexing itself inside her.

'God, how long is he going to keep cumming,' she thought to herself. 'No boy can cum this much.'

Almost a minute later and he was still flexing his big cock inside her, shooting more jets of cum into her womb. She'd never felt any other man like that and the sensation overpowered her collapsing will, sending a tsunami-like orgasm crashing through her defenses. Carl held inside her, prolonging the unendurably obscene feelings racing through her horrified mind. He slammed his pelvis deep into her pubis and held himself firm against her pussy mound, continuing to spew his cum deep inside her. She shook, her legs bobbling in fatigue, the orgasm rocking through her slender frame and seeming to sweep over every inch of her skin. Gasping and still moaning, she looked up at the two boys, as one of them said, "That's a good little teacher. Just lie there and enjoy getting fucked by real men."

Greg shoved her face-first onto her desk, her body pressed down against the surface as her legs hung down the side of the desk towards the floor. Carl had shot so much cum inside her that it began dripping out in globs and plopping onto her thighs and calves, running down the back of her thighs.

"Goddamn, Carl, you sonofabitch, look what you did! You made a fucking mess, you asshole!" Greg yelled.

"So, what did you expect, motherfucker? I should've cum in her mouth!" Carl said. However, Becky shivered at that particular horror.

"I oughta make you get back here and suck her pussy clean, you piece of shit. Now I gotta fuck this sloppy mess."

"You know you love it, shithead!" Carl came back at him.

She twisted for a minute as Carl grabbed her shoulders and held her against the desk, then gasped quickly as she felt Greg slide his big cock into her, making her wince and gasp aloud as his thickness split her pussylips. Greg began raping her little pussy, sloppy mess that it was, and pushing into her as deeply as he could as he held her legs apart. She gasped, trying not to lose herself in the sensations, then tossed as she felt him flip the back of her skirt aside to show the slim curve of her bottom. He began to rub her buttocks with his palms, his fingers rubbing into the soft flesh while his thumbs edged down the crevice. Becky jolted slightly as he suddenly spoke.

"Your ass is so finely curved. Your whole body's perfect. You were a model, weren't you?"

In fact, she had been a model for some local fashion stores while in college, posing in the latest back-to-school clothes in sales papers. She suddenly found herself answering him between gasps as he thrust himself into her.

"Yes, just please hurry, you're really hurting me, you're too big," she gasped between her sobs.

"It's easy to tell. You've kept yourself in shape," he said, then thrust in and out of her in a quick blur before slowing down again, "God, you're so beautiful, and your pussy is so fucking tight - do you ever fuck anyone?" Greg said as he reached forward and high-fived Carl.

She cried and groaned as he pumped his 10-incher into her quickly, then slowed to a steady throb, and rolled her head sideways. Never before had she ever felt such size, and here she was being raped by two hugely-hung young studs.

The boy's compliments confused her, and she fought her rising emotions as he described her light bell-like voice, her firm body, and her deep blue eyes, all while forcing his member into her body from behind, his fingers sliding lightly over her uncovered bottom. He rubbed his hands up her bare back, massaging her shoulders for a moment as the other boy held her limp arms down, then traced his fingers back down her body again. He angled downward and she shrieked as his dick brushed against her clit, the shaft pushing it up and down as he thrust into her, banging her cervix. Becky felt herself tensing as he went harder, roughly assaulting her as he caressed her bottom and softly described her. She tried to think only of her husband, of how much she loved him, as the boy banged her, slamfucking her womb harder and harder, both of his hands full of her taut asscheeks. He was punishing her, and she realized that despite the pain, she was enjoying it, altogether unable to control the feeling welling up in her womb and in her clit that were sending violent flashes of pleasure to her loins. She didn't want to cum, tried desperately not to, but her body suddenly betrayed her and relaxed into an overwhelming orgasm. Greg must have felt her thighs trembling, or heard her light, sharp cry, because he started to cum himself, and held her hips up against him as he shot into her. He blasted and blasted into her, emptying his two fat balls into her womb.

He climbed off her and walked slowly to the other side of the desk, and grabbed her arms. The one with blonde hair walked behind her and she moaned "not again," shocked by the idea of the two taking turns having her like that; in fact, the thought of something so profound being done so casually and easily by the two vaguely horrified her. He pulled her thighs open and she gasped, her head straining upward, as he plunged into her open cunt, his dick just barely moving. Becky groaned and tossed slightly as he held himself all the way within her, the feel of it not so different from the first one but far different and incredibly larger than her husband's cock. Some dreadfully nonchalant corner of her mind marveled at how much sex depended on the man doing it, how different each of two had felt within her, and she yelped as she tried to block the thought out. The boy tore the top of her skirt open and let the cloth drape down the sides of her desk, leaving her clothed only in her black stockings. Her cries rose higher with each deeper thrust into her, and Carl had to hold his member inside her to keep it from slipping between her cum-soaked labia. Cum was just dripping from her cunt now, onto the floor below.

Becky lay atop the desk on her back, her legs spread open and hanging over the corners of the desk as Greg now stood at the head of it. She lay on the desk with her hips just barely hanging over the edge, and he held her hips down against the wood-finished surface as he raped and penetrated her damp and open cunt. She groaned softly as his enormous cock slid and pushed into her, while the other held her arms down against the desk with one hand. He leaned over her shoulders and reached his tongue out to touch her left nipple; she shuddered and tried uselessly to jerk her wrists away from the desktop, then gasped as the warm tip touched her hardened nipple. His lips cupped her breast a second later, and she moaned, her body pulling against the desk, as he cupped his left hand around her big breast and began squeezing the large, wide circle tightly as he pulled her nipple into his mouth. He climbed atop the desk and rested his knee on her wrists as he plucked her nipple up and down with his lips.

"Miss Caparzo, you were a virgin, weren't you?"

She glanced up to see the boy who asked her, the one standing at the foot of the desk who was stretching her insides taut with his dick. She rolled her head back as he went into her, then feebly answered, "No, I'm married, and it's Mrs. Caparzo!"

"Jesus, but your pussy is so tight. Is your husband any good?"

Becky tossed desperately against the two as they took her, then, gasping, looked up and answered "Go to hell! I love my husband." She'd tried to sound defiant, angry, but the words came out with a faintly pleading tone.

She moaned, rolling her head slowly as the boy who'd spoken sucked her breast, then opened her eyes and gasped as she felt his right hand slide down her body, brushing over the dark mound of pubic hair and down between her legs. His fingers began stroking the rise of her clit, and she gasped steadily, her eyes closed, as his fingers lifted it up and down, one finger sliding into her just above the other's powerful thrusts. The boy at her breasts climbed atop her head, his knees on both sides, and leaned down with his own head against her hips. The other one continued his assault as the boy took her clit in his mouth, drawing it up from her penetrated crotch and holding it between his lips. His tongue flicked against her, his fingers rubbing her wet labia up and down, and she cried out in excitement. She barely heard the next question, except that it reverberated in her mind.

"Do you love him more than this feeling?"

She tossed against the boys, her flushed cunt trembling from overexertion, and rolled her head against the desk. She finally answered "This is rape!"

"That's not an answer. The correct answer is: Never!" he said, suddenly thrusting into her with a flurry of viciously deep thrusts, his cockshaft pumping all the way into her several times a second. As his pubis mashed into her pussy, it squished and soaked his cock hair and balls with her ample juices. Her eyes grew wide at the painful, stretching sensation, a series of loud gasps escaping her lips as her clit throbbed in the other boy's mouth. She tried to ignore them, but the feeling of her clit being pressed up and down by the boy's hot tongue, while the other thrust his entire member into her body, drove itself into the deepest part of her psyche. Becky moaned and tossed against the desk, her stocking-clad feet rubbing along the sides as her long hair fell around her head. Her rigid body suddenly released itself, and she shuddered with her third orgasm in that hour. Her mind reeled with confusion as she heard herself answer, through the maelstrom of sensations,

"I don't know! Hurry up, get off off me, you brutes!"

Becky, now completely naked, sat at the edge of the desk, her open legs hugging the hips of the boy standing in front of her. Her own hips rocked slightly on the edge of the desk as he came again deep into her womb, just barely moving out of her before going back in. This orgasm seemed to produce even more cum than the first, although that was physically impossible she thought, but god, she was soaked with cum on the inside and sweat on the outside of her body.

The other boy sat behind her, holding her arms back as the first pounded up inside her. She tossed her dark hair back, her eyes closed, and her breasts shifted up and down softly as she tossed her body with each push. She'd long forgotten which boy was doing what and simply absorbed their constant assault, hardly even trying to hold herself back anymore. She tried one last time to feebly remember her husband, but the thought dissolved in a sea of arousal as she felt her clit pinched by the boy in front of her. The boy holding her arms sat behind her, his legs spread over her hips, and she gasped - her mind losing every other thought - as she felt a large tip rushing down the middle of her slight bottom.

He suddenly shoved himself into her bottom, going all the way up her tightened anus. She cried out, her eyes wide in physical shock, as she felt his huge cock slipping inside her.

Ahhhgggghhhhrrrhhhhhhggghhh, STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! NOWWWWW, OHWWWWWWWW!! she cried over and over.

He held her hips in his hands and began pulling in and out of her, her bottom jerking back and forth as he pushed his big dick through her. He timed his thrusts carefully, thrusting just as the other came into her, and she could almost feel the tip of their dicks touching as the two simultaneously raped and sodomized her. Becky gasped and panted for air, the wind knocked out of her by the powerful thrusts, and tossed her hair, her back arched, as the two pushed deeper into her. She didn't know which one grabbed her breasts first, but they both began rubbing her body as they had her. The one in front cupped his hands around her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically, while the one behind her brushed his fingertips over her nipples and tugged them in and out.

As they took her, the one behind her began kissing and biting Becky's neck, while the one in front leaned his body forward and took her right nipple into his mouth. She groaned, her eyes closed tightly and her whole body convulsed in sweat, as the two slowly molested her with their lips. She rolled her head sideways as the boy behind her began sucking her neck, and she faintly wondered how she would explain the "hickey" to her husband later. The other boy's tongue slid easily over her firm nipple, and she moaned as she felt his lips drawing over the pink tip. The boy in front slid in and out of her slippery cunt slowly, almost teasingly, as the other held her hips back against him, his shaft thrust up firmly between her asscheeks. They began to go faster again, eliciting high gasps and moans from the woman held between them, and she climaxed as both of them suddenly filled her with their cum, her hips shaking as she felt their cocks explode over and over.


[3:04pm]

Becky, exhausted from the three-hour rape, staggered into her seventh period class. She had only had time to throw on her clothes before the class began, and she knew her clothes still looked wrinkled from lying heaped on the floor for so many hours. She sat behind her desk, noticing the ever-increasing puddle of cum dripping from her abused pussy and ass onto her chair, and as she straightened her hair back, she tried to call attendance. She said a few names, then gulped as she saw the two sitting in the back of the glass, flashing secretive, knowing smiles at her. They had disappeared from the office, leaving her barely awake, and she'd hoped and prayed they'd simply left for the day after that. She tried to look calm as she read their names, then rushed to complete the roll. She could feel her body responding instinctively to the sight of the two, her thighs dampening beneath her skirt, and quickly told the class to study for a few moments.

She left the room quickly and ducked into the ladies' bathroom. Quickly lifting her skirt, she pushed her left hand into the waistband of her crumpled panties and began rubbing herself quickly. She moaned, her fingers rubbing fervently, as the experience rushed into her consciousness again, and she could imagine the two's mocking faces as she succumbed even to the memory of their encounter, wondering, when will it happen again, and where? How would she fuck her husband's comparatively little cock, now that she's been fucked for what felt like the first time in her life? And god the cum, what if she got pregnant from all of this? It sickened her to think of that, but she wasn't protected, given that she and her husband sought a child for the past few months.

Becky cried as she knew she would forever be addicted to big cocks from now on, and moreover, to young boys with big cocks. It was a terrible burden to bear for the young teacher.



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