Miss Sara's Revenge


Jim Parker leaned against the end of his mop as he watched Miss Sara Ellsworth walk away from him down the empty halls of Porterville 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 cele- brity 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, of working there he had thought he had seen everything, but he was wrong. What he had found out about Miss Sara Ellsworth surprised even him, and if she was plan- ning 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 hell-bent 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. 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 thirty 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. 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 close- ly, 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 ecstasy; 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 a 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 thin- ness of prepubescent, and continuing down onto per- fectly formed knees and calves. She was a picture of emerging womanhood, but for all that, she was a smart- assed kid.

No one liked her much, but her father was wealthy and she was tall 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 storeroom, attaching a wide angle lens to one and placing it behind one of the vents on the upper corner of the abandoned class- room. 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 stock- ings 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 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 answer- ed, "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 lungs. 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, let- ting 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 strug- gling 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.

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 thrashings revealed strong muscles beneath creamy brown skin. Jim felt admiration grow in him for Maria, who refused to beg or cry out in the 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 licentiousness. 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 was wrong with her.

A half hour later she was at home in the shower, trying to wash the shame and humiliation of her rape away. 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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