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Porterville High - Chapter 1.0
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Porterville High
Chapter 1.0
Jim Parker leaned against the end of his mop as he
watched Miss Sara Ellsworth walk away from him down the
empty halls of Portervill High School. She was one fine
piece of ass, and she knew it, always wearing clothes that
were just one step away from provocative. Today she had
worn three inch black pumps which matched a pleated black
skirt which came down just above her knees, revealing the
firm suppleness of her ivory skin, and when she turned
suddenly, flying up to reveal the muscular tautness of her
thighs. A white, and tight, low cut t-shirt, revealing perfect
handfuls of breasts thrusting against the fabric and a firm,
flat stomach, was kept from being too provocative by a long
sleeved, black suit jacket, with a little bow in the back
cinching in the waist. Her dark brown hair was cut short,
and was parted in the middle, curling slightly inward just
above her shoulders, framing her perfect face, with its large,
green eyes, small nose, generous mouth and lips, and just a
sprinkling of freckles. At twenty four years of age, she was
the youngest teacher at Porterville, and the biggest flirt.
Jim Parker knew a lot more about Sara Ellsworth than
that, just as he knew a lot more about everybody and
everything than that, having been the school janitor for over
ten years. He was an imposing 6'3 and close to 280 lbs,
dwarfing Sara's own tall 5'7". He also happened to be the
only Afro-American in the school, Porterville being a rich
white suburb of several thousands. So being, he was a bit
of a celebrity among the students, most foolish kids, he
thought, and so gathered information from them. In his
thirty five years of life and his twelve years, he had thought
he had seen everything, but he was wrong. What he had
found out about Miss Sara Ellsworth surprised him, and if
she was planning to do what he thought she was planning
to do, well, there was going to be some big fun for old Jim
boy right soon.
He had known Sara Ellsworth was wealthy, having
inherited a large, in the tens of millions, fortune from her
father--that much he had learned from the papers the school
kept on all public employees. What he didn't know was why
the hell she was teaching: she didn't need the money and
she certainly didn't strike him as hellbent to impart the
wisdom of the ancients to the younger generation. She
seemed to be more inclined to tease all the male teachers,
and all the boys in her class, into raging hard-ons, and then
laugh inwardly at their arousal. It had been purely by
accident that, while doing a walkthrough of the abandoned
underground classrooms, now blocked off to everyone (he
thought) except him, he had discovered her real reason for
teaching English at a high school.It was an old abandoned
classroom, dark, dusty, and empty except for a single desk
near the back of the room. A single light bulb burned in the
middle of the ceiling, throwing faint illumination through the
room. Miss Ellsworth was sitting naked on the edge of the
table, her lithe arms and legs wrapped around Sid, a third
string offensive lineman, clutching at him convulsively as he
pounded his cock into her willing pussy. She was crying
out in a husky voice, "Fuck me... oh god Sid... harder... fuck
me harder... uhg... uhg... that's it... you're beautiful... uhg...
fuck..." And Sid did, no finesse there, just a steady, brutal
poling, sending Sara gasping and panting with lust. Paul
and Dave, two more rejects from the football team, were
waiting their turn, dicks in hand, eager expressions twisted
by lust on their face. Jim had looked on in amazement,
peering through the small grimy door window into the room,
for the fifteen minutes it took the three strapping young men
to cycle through her twice each. Each time one of them
came inside her, she gripped him forcefully against her body
for a moment, before pushing them away and beckoning
another to put it in her cunt. From what he could tell, with all
the begging and grunting and calling out and whimpering
Miss Ellsworth had done, she must have come at least ten
times.
He had shaken his head as he walked quietly away
from that scene, and he remembered thinking now he knew
why she was here: to get a constant supply of young, hard
dick. He wouldn't mind having a piece of that cunt himself.
Over the next few weeks, he had watched her closely, and
discovered that Sid, Paul and Dave were the only boys she
kept in her stable, but that she gave them quite a workout,
usually taking at least two of them twice a day. He had even
managed to secretly take several pictures of her in the act:
one showing her on her back, covered by Dave, her legs
wrapped around his back, her hands clutching his ass, her
face over his shoulder in a paroxysm of ecstacy; another
showing her on her hands and knees, her round mounds of
tit flesh hanging beneath her, her back arched, shoving her
ass back and up, her head thrown back, her eyes closed,
her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure, Sid grabbing her
hips in his hands and thrusting his cock into her gaping
pussy.He had thought about approaching her with the
pictures and demanding a piece for himself or else, but then
realized she would lose nothing. All the boys were overage,
and although she might get fired, she really didn't need the
job. Besides, she would probably call the police and get him
on blackmail. He needed something better than that,
something which would really hurt her, and he thought he
would have it in just one short day.
There were certain places in the basement of the
school where, by the strange confluence of vents and their
acoustic properties made it possible to hear the
conversations carried on in supposed privacy above. It was
while listening in to one of the rare conversations between
Sara and her boys that he had found what he was looking
for: a way to get her just where he wanted her, impaled on
his dick.
There was a girl in the school, only a sophomore, who,
everyone agreed, was too smart for her own good. Her
name was Maria Gonzales, and you could tell she was going
to be a looker. Now, at 15 years, she was at that awkward
stage between the gawky slimness of a girl and the buxom
fullness of a woman. Her straight, long dark hair was pulled
back from a beautiful, slightly sexy face, with large dark eyes
and an smooth olive complexion, turning red at her overfull
lips stuck in a constant pout. Her shoulders were narrow
but gave out onto large, full breasts, promising to be truly
enormous when she matured fully, with large, dark nipples
straining through all her clothes, and firm with the resiliency
of youth. From there her body became boyish, with a narrow
waist giving onto narrow hips but full buttocks. Her thighs
were promisingly full and firm, losing the thinness of
prepubescence, and continuing down onto perfectly formed
knees and calves. She was a picture of emerging
womanhood, but for all that, she was a smart-assed bitch.
No one liked her much, but her father was wealthy and
she was large for her age at 5'6". She also had a wicked
tongue, cutting down anyone who crossed her. She had a
special feud going with Miss Ellsworth for some reason, and
had, just a few days ago, called her a "splay-legged bitch in
heat" in front of an entire class. This, Jim thought, must
have been the last straw, sending Sara over the edge.
Keeping her boys after school, she had laid out a plan to
teach "that little bitch Maria" a lesson: Sara would lure the
girl down to the old underground room where they usually
met on the pretext of looking up her files; her boys would be
lying in wait, and they would, simply, rape her.
Jim thought about warning Maria, and agonized over
the decision for a few minutes. He finally decided that if he
told her, he wouldn't be able to get at Sara, and besides,
Maria Gonzales was quite the little bitch, and he didn't really
give a shit about her. So decided, he borrowed a couple of
handicams from the media classroom, attaching a wide
angle lens to one and placing it behind one of the vents on
the upper corner of the classroom. The other he kept for
himself, planning to be there himself to make sure he got
good shots of everything.
The next afternoon, peering down into the abandoned
classroom from above the ceiling, having slid a ceiling tiling
aside so he could aim his camera down at the action below,
he didn't see everything leading up to the rape, but he found
out about it later. That day, Miss Ellsworth, wearing white
stockings with a white mini and a white jacket, requested
that Maria Gonzales meet her after school to discuss certain
matters pertaining to her schoolwork. Maria met her in her
classroom at 3:30.
Standing upon Maria's arrival, Miss Ellsworth said,
"You will have to excuse me, Maria, but before I speak to you
I wish to see your academic records. They are down in the
basement. If you would please follow me?"
Rolling her dark eyes in her expressive Latin American
face, Maria muttered "Great" and followed Sara down into
the basement. After following her teacher, that slut, down
two flights of stairs and through a locked door which looked
unused for decades, Maria began to wonder exactly where
they were going. "Hey," she said, "where are we going?"Ms.
Ellsworth looked over her shoulder and answered, "The files
are down in the basement. Instead of walking all the way
across campus, we're taking a shortcut through the old
classrooms. Okay?""Yah yah... " Maria said disgruntledly,
not liking the dimly lit hallways and the dust kicked up from
the floor.
Shortly, Ms. Ellsworth turned and opened a side door;
looks like a classroom door thought Maria as she stepped
through the doorway, followed closely by Sara.
"Wha... ?" Maria said, turning around in surprise as she
saw she was in an old classroom, and was met by a fist in
the belly, doubling her over and driving the air in a whoosh
out of her lung. She staggered back, her large, dark eyes
widening in amazement as two burly young men grabbed
her arms and forced her down on her knees. "Wha..what's
going on?" she managed to stutter out to Ms. Ellsworth.
Sara stood in front of her, Sid by her side, and laughed
cruelly, "I'm going to teach you a lesson bitch! You'll learn
it's not smart to insult your betters." She strutted over to the
held girl and began to unbutton her blouse.
"Wha?!" Maria cried out, "No! Stop!" She began
struggling, trying to stand, twisting her body between the
two men holding her arms, sending her hair whipping in a
fury about her head. "You bitch! You fucking bastards!
Aaaahhggg! Sons of a bitch! Let me goooo!" she cursed
and wailed.
Ms. Ellsworth just smiled and finished unbuttoning
Maria's blouse, revealing a strong white bra and her firm, flat
stomach. Grabbing her hair, Sara pulled Maria's hair back,
bringing a hiss of pain between her clenched teeth. "You
pushed me too far, you little cunt," Ms. Ellsworth whispered
to her as she reached around and unclasped her bra, "and
now you're going to pay."
"Fuck you," Maria responded. Ms. Ellsworth just
laughed and pushed Maria's bra up around her neck, letting
Maria's two large, beautifully round breasts burst free, her
large nipples broad across her tits.
"O.K. boys, now get those shorts off the cunt," Sara
said, standing up and stepping back.
"I'll get you for this," Maria spit venomously, glaring in
hatred at her teacher.Paul and Dave, holding her arms, lifted
her newly struggling body to its feet, and Sid quickly
grabbed her legs and lifted her off the floor. They dropped
her heavily onto her back, a cry of pain escaping her full
lips. Sid quickly grabbed her shorts and pulled them over
her hips and down her shapely long legs, avoiding her
thrashing legs.Maria was silent now, only the efforts of her
struggle escaping her lips to fill the room. Her panties were
quickly pulled off her body, and Paul brought Maria's arms
over her head and pinned them there. Dave moved around
and grabbed one of her legs. Sid and Dave then pulled
Maria's legs apart, exposing the folds of the pussy to
view.Looking down on the action through the lens of a
camera, Jim felt his cock begin to swell. Maria might be
young, he though, but she sure had a hell of a body. She
was squirming on the ground now, her legs spread by
strong hands and her chest pushed up by her arms being
pulled above her head. The firmness of youth revealed itself
in her jiggling breasts and lean body, and her thrashing
revealed strong muscles beneath creamy brown skin. Jim
felt admiration grow in him for Maria, who refused to beg or
cry out in face of imminent rape. Instead, she screwed up
her pretty face into a mask of hatred, her large, dark eyes
flashing, her full lips pulled back from her teeth, revealing
gritted teeth.Sara knelt between the girl's legs and said, "We
can't have you boys dry fuck this cute little pussy here, can
we?" and brought her hand down over Maria's mound.
Maria's face turned red from shame as she felt her teacher's
hand expertly manipulate her genitals, prodding her inner
flesh and rubbing her clit softly back and forth. After a few
minutes she felt a cold, clammy dampness spread through
her loins, and turned her face away from Ms. Ellsworth's as
she said, "Ah... There we go. Paul, why don't you go first."
Paul quickly switched positions with Ms. Ellsworth and
dropped his pants. He eagerly put his hard dick against the
girl's tender opening and jammed himself forward, landing
heavily onto Maria's breasts. Maria grunted in pain as Paul
jammed his cock into her cunt, gritted her teeth and cursed
them all in her mind. She felt nauseous as Paul began
spiking his cock into her, his panting breath hot on her
neck. Fuckers, fuckers, bastards, I'll fucking kill them all, ran
through her mind, choking down the bile rising in her throat
as Paul jerked his hips forward and shot his come deep
inside her belly.He was quickly replaced by Sid, and then
Dave. Jim, from his perch overhead, saw tears leak from the
corner of her eyes. He frowned to himself, thinking that
maybe he shouldn't have let this happen after all. Well, at
the very least, he would let the girl have a piece of little Ms.
Sara Ellsworth when the time came. He smiled as he thought
of what Maria would do to her when she got the chance; it
would be amusing.By this time they had finished with Maria,
and, shoving her clothes into her hands, they pushed her
out into the hallway. As the door shut on her, Sara said,
"Okay, now it's my turn, and sat on the edge of the desk and
pulled up her skirt around her waist, revealing that she wore
no panties, and that her labia were swollen and glistening
with lust.Maria staggered down the dusty hallway, all her
bravado gone. Sobs rose deep from her chest and tears
streaked her face. The sticky come of her rapists squished
between her legs and matted on her thighs. Still crying she
collapsed on the stairway and pulled on her underwear and
shorts, feeling her clothes become soggy with their sperm.
She clipped back on her bra and buttoned her blouse,
wondering what she could do. She couldn't tell her mother:
she wouldn't believe her. Her mother already thought she
was a whore because she wore shorts to school, and
thought her large breasts were just an invitation to
licsentousness. Her father wouldn't care: he would think
she was lying too, because it would be easier for him. The
police would just tell her mother, and that, she decided,
would be just awful. She wiped her face and pulled herself
together; she was going to have to make it home without
anyone seeing anything wrong with her.
A half hour later she was at home in the shower, trying
to wipe the shame and humiliation of her rape away from
her. She was crying again, and hated herself for it; if only
she could get back at that fucking bitch Ms. Ellsworth.
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