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CHAPTER THREE

Ann lay in bed and shivered with anger.

"That sonofabitch!" she muttered aloud. "That dirty, rotten…"

She got up and lit a cigarette, exhaling audibly. Her mind raced over the events of the day. God, it had begun so beautifully. Matt had stayed all night, I and of course they had gotten very little sleep, but her mind seemed to be deliciously aware of life for the first time.

Then, during the last period of the day, Johnny MacPhearson walked into the class, twenty minutes late.

"Hello, Teach," he had said, swaggering up to her with a cocky grin on his face.

The other students had expressed various reactions. Most of the girls looked at his lean, muscular frame, his handsome face, registering distinct approval. The boys seemed to sit up straighter, squaring their shoulders. There were a few giggles.

"I'm pleased to know you," Ann had said when he told her his name.

"Most of the ladies are pleased to know me," he said, running his right hand over his crotch in an obvious, lewd gesture.

Involuntarily, Ann had looked at where his hand rested, then feeling foolish and angry, she glared into his brown eyes.

But before she could recover from her confusion, he had reached out, his fingertips gazing against her tits.

"I think I'm really going to like pleasing you," he had said.

Ann raised tier hand to slap his insolent face, and then stopped short. She was playing completely into his hands. She gave him a long, scathing glance and walked toward the door.

"You will get out of my class this instant!" she said evenly, although her heart was pounding in her ears. "Come with me to the principal's office!"

The scene that followed had even been more of a nightmare. It was obvious the principal was familiar with Johnny and his reputation, and to Ann's amazement and shock, the principal actually cowered before him.

"Well, I'm sorry you two got off on the wrong foot," Mr. Thomas began, "I know, however…"

"Well, I know that I'm not going back into that classroom without an apology from this…"

"Aw, fuck off." Johnny said, interrupting Ann. Ann blushed with fury. But before she could even think of what to do or say, Johnny walked to the door, then flipped her the bird.

"You little prick!" Ann sputtered.

"No baby, it ain't little," he said. "And you just might be lucky enough to find that fact out."

Ann stood there in shocked silence after he closed the door. After a few seconds, she whirled around and faced the principal. But before she could say anything, Mr. Thomas spoke.

"We do have a discipline problem here," he said, as if a concession should be made for his own behavior. "But on the whole, our students…"

"Your students, Mr. Thomas," Ann said, "seem to need a new principal!"

Mr. Thomas gave her a stunned look. His mouth seemed to twist into a pissy, little drain hole. He gave her what looked like a constipated smile, then looked down at his desk while shuffling some papers.

"You might be aware, Miss Harris, that you are on probation for ninety days, and with your attitude…"

"With my attitude, I might not last another ninety seconds!" she spat out. She opened her mouth to take out her full fury, then turned to the door. "I am returning to my class now," she said, trying to maintain control, "and I will expect a full apology from that little bastard before he ever steps foot in my classroom again!"

Somehow she got through the rest of the day, appearing cool and impersonal, but it was the biggest chore she had ever undertaken.

And now she stood by her window in the darkness, smoking a cigarette, feeling abandoned, angry, and even a little foolish. She sat on the edge of the bed and ground out her cigarette in the large ashtray on the nightstand.

She could even hear his first, taunting expression. Hello, Teach, he had said, as if spitting out a spoiled clam.

"Hello, Teach," the voice in the darkness said.

The marrow in Ann's bones froze. It couldn't be! Surely she was letting her imagination play tricks on her! She squinted her eyes toward where she had thought the voice had come from.

"I said hello, Teach," he said again, the voice not louder, but closer!

"What!" she said in a raspy whisper. "Who?"

"It's me. The prick," he said. "But it ain't so little, is it?"

Rough hands grabbed her shoulders, throwing her on her back. Immediately, she felt a hard, throbbing cock jam against her lips.

She opened her mouth to cry out, but when she did, Johnny savagely thrust his cockhead between her lips.

"Ain't so little, is it?" he said, plowing the full length of his dick forward, burying the end of his prick in the back of her throat.

Ann gagged and choked on the enormous slab of meat that jammed into her lungs. His crotch hairs pressed against her nostrils like a wire brush, cutting off her air. His thick, hairy balls brushed against her neck.

"You like my cock?" he said sadistically. "You like sucking it?" He withdrew slightly, then throttled it brutally back in. "Hang on, baby, you suck it real good, and I'll let you eat my cum!"

Although she knew it was a senseless battle, she pushed against his hips, gasping for air. She had no choice but to open her mouth wider, to breathe, but when she did, he thrust his hips forward, grinding the base of his dick against her teeth.

"Ah, you like it?" he said. "Open up like a little birdie, 'cause here comes a big, fat worm!"

"Ummmphfffgg!" Ann gurgled as his cockhead stretched and pulled her throat muscles apart.

"I wonder if your cunt is as tight as your mouth," he said. "But, I'll find out in a couple of minutes. After I shoot a load of cum into your throat!"

He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, savagely jamming her face into his crotch. Each time he jerked his body forward, he slapped her head against his stomach.

"Get ready," he grunted, his prick already throbbing with his imminent release. "Oh baby, get ready!"

Ann felt the base of his cock jerk against her lower lip, and then a sensation of heat that stormed across the roof of her mouth. His cockhead ballooned inside her throat, and then it happened.

A giant gushing wad of hot sperm splattered into the back of her throat, burning like acid. The thickness of his cum squirted into her, causing her to choke and gurgle.

"Aaaaarrrgggg!" she gargled, feeling the greasy, milky fluid ooze into her belly.

"Oh baby, there's more!" Johnny groaned, shooting another bolting glob of jism into her mouth. "Oh yes, a lot more! Drink it fast and you can have it all!"

His prick spit out what seemed like gallons of fiery, lava-like sperm, thoroughly scalding up her throat. Several wads shot upward, collecting in the back of her nose, then dripping out her nostrils and onto her upper lip.

Somehow, she managed to swallow enough of his release to clear her throat so that she could breathe. But as soon as she had gulped it down, more jerking gobs shot out of his dick, clogging her throat again.

When she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he pulled away suddenly, slipping his cum-stained cock out of her mouth with a slapping noise.

"Now to try that hot little cunt!" he said, tearing her nightgown away and jamming his crotch between her legs.

The piercing pain made Ann scream out silently. His wet dick tore into her cunt like a baseball bat, shoving her guts against her backbone.

"Just what I thought!" Johnny grunted. "Just as fucking tight! And baby, just think, I'm going to do this to you all night!"

Ann flailed her hands about and began scratching his back with her nails.

"Oh, I like that," he moaned. "A little pain, and a lot of pleasure!"

Ann felt something hard and cold touch the back of her hand as she reached out. The ashtray! She grabbed it, then took careful aim and swung as hard as possible, crashing it against the side of his head.

His grinding, pumping body went limp. She pushed upward, rolling him off her. She heard a dull thud as he hit the floor.

"You goddamned bitch!" she heard him say, his voice groggy and angry.

Ann knew then she had made the worst mistake of her life. She didn't know Johnny at all, but something told her he would probably kill her. She groped into the drawer to the nightstand.

"All right, you little prick," she said, "I've got a gun here and I'm going to blow your balls right through your fucking brain!"

Johnny's attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees. "Hey, lady, put that thing away," he said, a nervous tremor in his voice.

"I'm going to count to three," she said evenly, "and if you're not out of my house…"

"I'm going!" he said. "Shit, I'm going!"

Although she could barely make out his form, she heard him stumble over a chair, then run toward the door.

"One," she said.

Before she got to two, he was out of the house, his steps audible as he raced across the yard and out into the street.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On rubbery knees, she stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light. She looked in the mirror and gasped at her reflection.

Her lips were blue and bruised, her chin covered with a thick, glistening layer of sperm. She glanced downward, to the object in her hand, and then had to laugh.

She wondered what Johnny would have thought, had he only known.

She held a flashlight in her right hand, and not a gun at all.

And what was even funnier, the damned flashlight didn't even work!