Revenge of the English Teacher

Revenge of the English Teacher

This story is a sequel to my other story, The English Teacher.  Jodi has just gotten back from her trials at the mall and strip club.  Now she has some ideas of her own.

The English Teacher Part II: The English Teacher’s Revenge

Jodi called in sick for work the next morning.  After the boys had kept her out so late, she needed to spend most of the next day resting.  She was really too excited to sleep.  The whole experience had turned her on and resulted in a sexual awakening.  She enjoyed being helpless.  The things that the boys had made her do that day made her feel alive.  She was physically very tired though.  She took a sleeping pill that morning and rested for the next twelve hours. 

When she awoke, her mind was refreshed.  The whole thing seemed like a dream.  Reliving the experience in her had caused her to become so turned on, she couldn’t stand it.  She pulled her panties down and starting rubbing furiously between her legs.  She remembered picking out a stranger and stripping for him in the lingerie dressing room, stripping and kissing all the men in the men’s room, and running through the mall naked, trying to get back to the car before the boys left her.  Her finger moved faster.  Her body began to tingle.  She exploded into a magnificent orgasm.  Her body shook, trembled and tingled.  She squirmed in relief under the covers of her bed.

The next day things were the same as they had been before.  She returned to work and the boys didn’t try anything else.  She had done everything they had asked of her, and they seemed satisfied.  The activities from the night before weren’t even mentioned when they came into class.  They did give her a knowing look.  She blushed a little, remembering the things she had done with them. 

Class started as usual.  She took up homework from the day before.  She gave her lecture for the day.  She gave each of the students an assignment to do in their textbook.  While they were working she went around checking their progress.  The bell rang to dismiss class.  She told each of the boys to stay after class. 

Bobby, Alex, David, Mike and Charles looked at each other.  They were going to let her go.  She had really done everything they asked her to the night before.  It was kind of amazing.  They thought for sure she would go to the police.  She knew who they were now.  They all looked at her, unsure as she stood in front of them.  She waited to speak until the other students were out of the classroom.

“We had a very interesting night the other night?” she smiled.  The boys smiled back, encouraged by the fact that she was speaking in a very seductive tone of voice.  “Well, you really put me through a lot that night.  I was scared, embarrassed, turn on and frightened.  Have you boys ever felt that way?”

The boys shook their heads no.  They looked a little unsure about where this conversation was going.  She wanted to perpetuate that as much as possible.  She really wanted them to feel uncomfortable.

“I’ve thought about going to the police.”  Their eyes popped open.  They looked scared.

“That was just a really horrible thing that you guys did.  I just don’t feel right,” she acted as if she were about to cry. 

“Miss Scottoline, don’t do anything like that,” Mike said.  “We’re sorry if you feel that way.  It was all in fun and you seemed to be enjoying it.”  Mike looked really scared.  They all did.  They knew they had really stepped over a line.  They had done something really horrible and it was coming to light.  If she went to the police, none of their lives would be the same.  Now instead of looking like the men that had dominated her, scared her and abused her, they looked like scared little boys.  Jodi like this and wanted to have a lot of fun with it. 

“You have options boys.  I don’t have to call the police.”

“We’ll do anything you want us to do Miss Scotoline.  Just please don’t call the police, “said Mike.

“Do all of you feel that way?”  They nodded their head to indicate yes.  Jodi was really enjoying her restored sense of power.  She looked into each of their eyes.  They were frightened.  “Take off all of your clothes, now!” she screamed.  The boys started to hustle out of their clothes.  They were hopping around, pulling buttons, unfastening snaps.  Soon a line of undraped boys stood in front of her.  They seemed a bit uncomfortable with the turn of power.  Each penis that hung in front of her was slowly getting stiff.  Each boy seemed very uncomfortable that this was becoming obvious. 

“Put your hands on top of your heads.  I want each of you to imagine how uncomfortable I felt when you did this to me.”  She walked in front of the line of boys, stopping in front of each one, looking down and giving each cock a sly, dominating glance.  Each phallus was swollen purple, standing up.  “I stood naked in front of strange men.  I gave lap dances to people I didn’t know.  I had to work hard and sacrifice to maintain a little bit of dignity, and I’m not sure that I didn’t lose more than I gained.  Each of you is going to know that feeling very well before this is over.  Now, I need something to blackmail each of you with.”

She produced a digital camera and began barking instructions to the boys.  She made each of the pose with their friends in an assortment of positions that would convince any viewer that the boys were homosexual.  Each boy’s bottom was violated by one of his friend’s eager cocks.  The boys were very reluctant, but if a picture she took didn’t look convincing enough, then they had to switch to a more embarrassing pose.  Charles was the first one to suffer this.  His facial expression didn’t look ecstatic enough when she photographed him getting sodomised by Mike.  The next picture she took was of him licking Mike’s dick after he was done.  The other boys found this to be so revolting they tried really hard to look like they where having fun.  It wasn’t too much longer until she didn’t like one of David’s pictures, so he had to lick chocolate syrup out of Alex’s ass.  

When they were done she lined them up again.  She walked down the line looking at each of them as she had before.  Now the boys look even more scared, and a little sick.  Their cocks were harder than ever.  She hadn’t let any of them cum while taking their pictures.  She had them put their hands back on their heads and she got a warm wash cloth and went down the line wiping off each of their dicks.  Each boy gasp as the wet towel touched his cock.  She was gentile with the first touch, but gave each one a firm, tight, painful squeeze before moving to the next boy.

“Ok, here’s the way we are going to do this.  There are only five weeks left in school and you boys are going to be punished for the next five weeks.  You are going to have to wear these.”  She produced five chastity belts that she had found at an all night adult bookstore yesterday.  These weren’t the little toy belts some people play with.  These were real leather belts that buckled around the waist and each leg.  There was a wire mesh codpiece in the front that the boys could pee through.  Once the belts were fastened on though, the boys couldn’t touch their penises.  They were trapped in the cages.  There was a place in the back to place a padlock.  Once that was in place the belt could not be removed without the key. 

“You are each going to put one of these on and wear it.  It’s suppose to be impossible to remove, but if I even get the idea that you have tried to tamper with them I’ll put all the pictures that I just took on the internet so your friends can see what good little fags you are.  You are going to wear them the rest of this week and through the weekend.  When we come back to school on Monday, one of you will have a chance to take their belt off and fuck me.  Does that sound like a good idea?”  The boys shook their heads eagerly. 

“Ok, you have some extra homework.  This week each of you has a special paper to write for my class.  On Monday you will each turn in a five page composition on why you want to fuck me.  I will grade very strictly on style, composition and grammar.  The boy with the best grade will get to stay after school, take off his belt and screw me.  The rest of you will have to leave your belts on and try again next week.  Any questions?”

There were none, so she fastened each boy into his device and let them dress and go on their way.  She took the five keys to the padlocks and strung them on a chain that she wore around her neck.  This was about to get interesting.

It was late Sunday night.  Charles was on what seemed like his billionth revision of his essay.  Usually, when he had to write a paper, he would quickly type out something and turn it in.  Not this time though.  This was too important.  He hadn’t been able to touch his penis for almost the whole week.  He had been wearing the leather chastity belt since Tuesday.  He couldn’t masturbate.  He couldn’t even scratch his penis.  His erection hadn’t gone down since Miss. Scottoline had made them strip naked in her classroom five days ago.  He wanted to cum so bad; it was all he could think about.  If she picked his story, she would have sex with him.  He’d been thinking about what that would be like all week.  She was such a beautiful lady.  He really wanted her.  Damn, he felt like his dick would explode inside the chastity belt if he couldn’t have someone soon.  He read his paper one more time looking for any obvious errors.  He knew the other guys were working just as hard.  This had to be perfect.

It was the next morning.  Jodi was surprised to have all the boys drop their papers off for her to grade before the first 7:00.  They must have been the first students at school that day.  She smiled as she looked over their papers.  They were the best written pieces that she had read that year.  It really did her ego well to read five such heartfelt pieces on why they wanted to fuck her. 

School was finally out for the day.   The five boys were standing naked in Jodi’s classroom, hands on top of heads.  Their caged cocks were swollen eager.  Each boy had pored his heart and soul into the piece he had turned in that morning.  Jodi stood before the boys holding their papers.

“I read your work this morning, and it’s some of the best I’ve ever read.  I didn’t know that high school boys were capable of such heartfelt, emotional writing.  I probably never had boys that were so motivated to write.  I should probably fuck all of you.”  The boys looked shocked.  “But, I said I was going to pick the best one.”  She gave them a teasing smile.  “I’ve read all of your papers and . . . Charles, I really like your paper.  Would you like to fuck me?” 

Charles was amazed.  He couldn’t believe she had chosen him.  The other four looked bitterly disappointed.  The thought of having to go another week without even being able to touch themselves had them so frustrated, Jodi thought they were going to cry.  She tauntingly took the keychain necklace from around her neck and unlock his chastity belt.  As she pulled it off, the waistband caught his hard cock and pulled it down until it popped free.  She giggled a little at the sight. 

“Now, Charles.  You are about to fuck me, but when you are done you’re going to have to put this belt back on again.  You won’t be able to take if off until next Monday, when I pick someone else to fuck me.  I might pick you again, but only if I know you can satisfy me.  That means that you have to wait until I cum before you cum.  You’re going to have to hold your load.  Can you do that?”

Charles hadn’t had sex or even masturbated for over almost a week.  He didn’t even know if he could wait until they began.  He had to though.  If he couldn’t hold out until she was done then he might not be picked again.  He barely got through one week.  The thought of going four more weeks was unbearable.  Jodi rubbed a little oil on his penis to help him get started he almost lost it right there.  She stepped back and let her dress fall to the floor.  The other four boys looked on longingly as she told Charles to lie down on one of the tables.  Then she climbed on top of him  and ran her fingernail hard down his chest.  “Don’t cum,” she whispered into his ear.  Then she bit down hard on his ear lobe.  She eased herself down on his cock and tightened herself around him.  “Don’t cum yet”  she rotated her hips in his lap.  She was so tight.  She started to rock back and forth.  “Don’t cum yet,” she taunted.  She started to move faster, up and down, up and down.  Charles was trying to gain control over his mind.  Trying to go someplace mentally where he could hold on.  He glanced at her.  Her body was starting to glisten with sweat.  Her breasts jiggled as her body moved.  He tried to look away.  He tried to calm down.  “Hold on, don’t cum yet.  I’m almost there.  Oh, God. . . I’m almost there.”  He looked inside him for anything that could help, he tried to hold it just a little longer. . . just a little longer. 

“Ahhhhhhh!”  He lost it.  He began to spasm.  He had the biggest orgasm he ever felt.  He went off inside her. 

Jodi looked down at him, disappointed.  “You almost had it.  You couldn’t wait.”

She motioned for him to put his chastity belt back on and he broke down.  “Please Miss.  Scottoline, I’m sorry.  It had been so long for me.  I couldn’t hold it.  Please let me try again.  I can’t wear that thing another four weeks.”  He started crying. 

“Put it on now Charles, or you and your friends will have some big problems.  Remember, I still have pictures of you.”

The other guys went over to help Charles compose himself.  They were very jealous of his recent coupling with Miss. Scottoline and really didn’t like seeing him whine about it.

The boys were competing with each other and that was forming a wedge in their friendship.  What would they have to do next and how far would all of this go?