Spilled Milk

It was a remarkably warm afternoon for early April in Montana.  The grass was still wet from yesterday's rain, and the air had all the scents of spring on it.  All throughout the neighborhood, people were opening their windows and turning off their heaters for the first time all year so that they could properly enjoy the wonderful weather.

Not so at Miss Peters's house, though.  None of the young schoolteacher's neighbors took much notice, but the pleasant Sunday went ignored there.  Her windows remained shut and her blinds drawn.  In the basement the heater quietly rumbled as it worked, and upstairs, in the small bedroom that she'd always slept alone in, the bedsprings creaked as Karl and Danny happily raped her.

She was still squirming in a useless attempt to evade their thrusting cocks; useless, but very entertaining to the two teens.  She'd slowed down as time went on, but it was nothing a few hard smacks to her fat breasts or plump ass couldn't cure.

Dried spittle from several hours worth of repeated throatfuckings coated her neck, and fresh drool dribbled down every time Karl smacked her pretty crying face against his crotch.  Her reddened ass bobbed and her sore tits jiggled as Danny plowed her cunt.  Her light brown hair was stained black by her sweat by now, and crusty with sperm where it had been used as a washcloth.

Miss Peters still wasn't completely naked.  Her dress had been torn into strips and used to knot her wrists behind her back and her neck to the headboard, but her bra was still on, albeit pushed up above her chest to get access to her soft globes.  Similarly, her panties still dangled from one leg, flapping in the air as she twitched and flailed.  And last but not least, her white socks remained on, hiding her virgin feet from any prying eyes.

Neither boy was in any particular hurry, though the natural energy of youth meant they went at the woman rough and hard.  They'd broken into their teacher's house earlier that morning, slipping in through an unlocked back window while she was at church.  When she came back, they had no trouble getting her stripped, trussed, and penetrated.  Both boys had enjoyed all of her holes by now, and there was still hours to go before their families wondered where they'd gone.  That left all the time in the world for some good fucking.

They weren't overly worried much about the consequences of their rape, either.  They'd already filmed themselves doing things to Miss Peters that would have made all her church friends blush, and making her do things to them that would get her turned away at the door.  She knew that any accusation would mean those videos getting sent out everywhere.  There was no way she'd be allowed to keep working at the high school after that, and no one was going to hire her as a teacher when a cursory search showed the sorts of things she'd done with her students.  So she could go to the authorities, sabotage her own career, destroy her relationships with her friends, family, and colleagues, and gain a permanent reputation as a degenerate slut... or she could be a good girl who spent every day afterschool from now until summer blowing her two new boyfriends.  Karl and Danny knew which outcome they preferred, and though she hadn't admitted it to herself yet, so did she.  She would be an excellent cocksucker by the end of the school year.

And afterward? The two teens could hardly bring her with them to college, but it would have been a shame to train such a sweet, well behaved pet only to leave her out to pasture. They would have plenty of friends still in town, friends they could share stories and videos with who would be only too happy to approach the pretty high-school teacher and ask what she would be willing to do for them in exchange for their silence.

Within a few years, the hapless brunette would have more work experience as a whore than as a teacher. And when her secrets finally came out, as they always do, only one of those two career paths would remain open to her.

A couple decades later, her path would briefly cross with Karl and Danny again. The two old friends would meet up at a business convention, and take advantage of the time away from their wives to hire a run-down prostitute neither of them recognized. That night, they would happily spit roast the woman while reminiscing about the good old days, and wishing it was that pretty Miss Peters's holes they were plowing, not this saggy old whore's. She would weep a little at that, until some familiar smacks on her breasts and ass remind her to quiet down and focus on the job.

But that was all in the future. Right now the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and in Miss Peters's bedroom, two of the three people were having a great time. They had soft cumslicked holes, plump spankable curves, and plenty of adorable tears to enjoy. It was a warm, pleasant, lazy Sunday afternoon, and life was good.