Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 4

Published: 25.04.2008

Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, mF, NC, Heterosexual, Cuckold, Incest,  Caution

Synopsis: Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Or does it? Will good triumph over evil? Or is absolute power irresistible? Just imagine being able to control anyone — neighbors, teachers, cheerleaders, strangers, mothers and their children, people you desire, people you detest. What would you do? Follow one boy’s journey.

 

Satan’s Son 4

Charlie sat in his classroom, his thoughts consumed with what the stranger had told him and his experience with Mrs. Lefsky. Could he be telling the truth? It must be true. Look what happened with Mrs. Lefsky. Charlie remembered what the man had said after they left Mrs. Lefsky’s house — “Think about it and I’ll get back to you soon. There’s so much more I can teach you.”

The giggling distracted Charlie. Looking around, he saw all his classmates staring at him, most laughing.

“Charlie, are you sleeping with your eyes open?”

Charlie’s attention was drawn to the voice of his teacher standing in front of the room, scowling. His feet were shoulder width apart and his hands were on his hips. Charlie was not a favorite student of Mr. Pruss.

“Do you know the answer?” the teacher asked, rather sarcastically.

“Um…”

“Good answer. Do you even know the question?”

The class burst into laughter, quickly silenced by their teacher’s glare.

“Well, I … um…”

“You’re living up to everything I expected of you,” Mr. Pruss said. “You’re a complete idiot … a loser. You will never amount to anything.”

Charlie’s face turned red while his classmates snickered. But all of a sudden the room became as quiet as a convent during silent prayers. That is, except for the gasps. Mr. Pruss was frantically pulling his zipper down, and then his hand disappeared into the opening and emerged clutching his cock. He stumbled backwards and leaned against the big oak desk with his fist sliding up and down his now hard cock.

“Mr. Pruss, what are you doing?” Cathy Morgan asked.

Cathy was the typical “brown noser” who always made sure she had the seat right in front of the teacher’s desk. She was the first to raise her hand, but never helped any of her classmates, preferring to look good at their expense. Her big round glasses were too large for her small face, but she thought it made her look studious, earning points with her teachers. But right now her eyes were almost as large as the circular pieces of glass within the black frames as her teacher’s cock was only a few feet in front of her.

“No! No! I mustn’t!” Mr. Pruss cried out, but his fist didn’t miss a stroke.

The teacher scanned the shocked faces of his students. He knew what he was doing was inappropriate, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t even know why he was doing it, other than having an irresistible urge to climax. He couldn’t stop! He couldn’t walk away! And then he heard Cathy’s voice. And then there was another voice telling him to move away from his desk and get closer to her. But whose voice was it? Was he going mad? Was he telling himself to walk to the edge of her desk?

With his fist sliding up and down his cock, the teacher waddled to the front of Cathy’s desk. The edge of the desk dug into the front of his thighs as he leaned forward. Cathy was hysterically screaming for him to stop, but he couldn’t. And then he felt words being put into his mouth as he stared down at the girl.

“This is for you, Cathy. You’re my favorite. The other students don’t matter … only you. You are … oh god!”

Mr. Pruss’ back arched as his head tilted back, and then his cock erupted. Thick white semen spurted in sync with his grunts and Cathy’s screeches. The rest of the classroom was silent, not believing what they were seeing.

Suddenly, Cathy leapt from her chair and tried to flee, but Mr. Pruss grabbed her around the waist. Spinning her around, he held her tightly against his body. After an initial gasp, the class began laughing. Her face, hair, and blouse were covered in their teacher’s semen. The white goo hung down from both pieces of glass, which had taken direct hits, and one nostril was filled with the stuff.

“Let me go!” Cathy screamed, a cum-bubble forming at her nostril while she squirmed in Mr. Pruss’ clutching arms.

“No, I know what you want,” the teacher said. “I don’t know how I do, but I know what you want.”

Holding the struggling girl around the waist with one arm, Mr. Pruss grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up, tucking the material between his forearm and her body. She screamed even louder, kicking her teacher’s shin with the back of her heel. But then she became eerily quiet when her teacher’s stubby fingers grabbed her panties where it covered her pubic hair and yanked it to the side, ripping the flimsy undergarment off. Her eyes stared down in disbelief, crossing one leg over the other to hide her privates from her classmates.

Tears flowed down her cum-covered cheeks as she whimpered, “Please, Mr. Pruss, why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you want it.”

“No I don’t. Please let me go.”

“I know you do. I know you do. This is what you want.”

Mr. Pruss backed up, dragging the now limp girl with him. When he reached his desk he tightened his grip around the girl’s waist and jumped onto it, carrying Cathy with him onto his lap. Not expecting the move, her legs flew apart, allowing Mr. Pruss to wedge his between hers and spread them, hooking his legs over hers to hold them open. She struggled, but he was too strong and when the girl looked down she saw her pussy was completely exposed.

Cathy immediately cupped her crotch, shielding her pussy from her classmates’ stares, but Mr. Pruss would have none of that. He wrenched her hands away, trapping both arms under one of his more powerful ones. Then his free hand went back between her legs, but not to cover the area. His short, stubby finger wedged between her parted labia and found her hole. He hesitated.

Charlie heard his teacher’s thoughts. She’s a virgin. How can she want this if she’s… ?

The girl’s shriek echoed throughout the room as the fat finger thrust past her hymen and sunk all the way into her. Charlie was as shocked as the rest of the class that the 17 year old girl was a virgin, but he didn’t care. It was payback time. He remembered all the times Cathy snitched on him and got him into trouble. Now it was her turn.

Cathy stopped struggling, wincing as the bloody finger slid in and out of her violated pussy. She had sperm on her blouse, in her hair, on her glasses, and all over her face — she was naked from the waist down with her legs obscenely spread, her pussy exposed to the entire class — her virginity had just been taken, by a finger no less — and her teacher was finger-fucking her. The humiliation was overwhelming.

The pain in her pussy was subsiding, but what she now felt was even worse. The biological effect of the thick finger moving against the nerve-lined walls of her pussy caused her hips to occasionally hump. She fought it, but it was like the knee-jerk reaction when the hammer taps the patellar tendon. And then her humping increased when Mr. Pruss’ thumb found her now blood-engorged clit.

At times, Charlie was going to send Cathy a thought, like to be quiet or to sit still. But watching her being violated against her will was more pleasurable. Of course he kept prompting Mr. Pruss, sometimes specific commands and sometimes general ones. Charlie also had to stop some of his classmates from going for help, but most of them were enjoying the show.

“Please, Mr. Pruss, don’t do this,” Cathy pleaded, her breathing a little ragged.

The girl was visibly squirming on her teacher’s lap as Mr. Pruss’ thumb moved more rapidly over her clit. An occasional thrust of her pelvis brought laughter from her classmates accompanied by jeers and humiliating comments.

“Ohhh … Mr. Pruss…” Cathy moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against his chest.

Cathy was no longer struggling, but that didn’t mean she was sitting still. Her body had given in to the stimulation, causing an occasional thrust of her pelvis in response to her teacher’s fingers. With closed eyes, Cathy’s head slowly moved from side to side on Mr. Pruss’ chest, and soft moans of pleasure came forth. And then no sounds came from her open mouth as her eyes shut tight and her face turned red. Her lower body jerked rapidly and the muscles on her thighs tightened. After a loud sigh, the girl’s body went limp, except for an occasional post-orgasmic shudder.

The classroom was now deathly quiet except for Cathy’s heavy breathing. The girl’s legs were still held apart by Mr. Pruss and the teacher’s once again hard cock jutted up between them. His free hand pushed his cock back towards him while he lifted Cathy with the arm still clutching her. Angling his cock just right, the tip slipped into her now hymen-less hole. Without hesitation, he pushed her body down, sinking his cock all the way inside.

Cathy’s eyes popped open and a groan came out of her open mouth. “No! Oh god, no!” she cried out.

Mr. Pruss had both arms around the crying girl, lifting her and dropping her back down. The entire class watched his cock slide in and out of the girl’s pussy. Cathy struggled to remove his cock, but she had little room to maneuver and had no leverage whatsoever. All she could do was endure the humiliation of being fucked by her teacher in front of her classmates.

Charlie had to stop a few more girls and even one boy from storming out of the room seeking help. Before Satan bestowed “the power” on Charlie, he probably would have been one of those going for help, but now he enjoyed the play he was directing. I can do anything I want, he thought with a smirk not dissimilar to what he had seen on Satan’s face.

Charlie glanced around the room. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on their teacher lifting Cathy up and slamming her down on his hard cock. He looked closer and saw that many boys were rubbing their cocks through their pants, and even a few girls’ legs opened and closed as they rocked in their seats. He realized that his own cock was painfully hard.

Charlie knew what he wanted and scanned the room for the one to do it. His eyes settled on a cute girl wearing her cheerleader uniform. Tara was a real bitch, her beauty elevating her to the status of “I’m more popular and better than you.” She was way out of Charlie’s league and let people like him know it every day.

Tara’s eyes shifted from the scene in front of the room. Spotting Charlie, she slid out of her chair and walked towards him. She looked awkward, as if she was trying to stop. She saw him staring at her and she wanted to shout, “What are you looking at, asshole?” but she kept getting closer without uttering a word. And then she was next to him with a craving for…

Oh god, what am I thinking?! she thought. No, I can’t. Not with him! Not here! It’s way too humiliating! Dropping to her knees, Tara’s mind screamed, No! Oh no! What am I doing? but her hands were already opening Charlie’s pants. Fishing his cock out, she thought, Tara, don’t do it! as her face lowered in his lap and her lips wrapped around his cock.

“Tara, what are you doing?!” one of her cheerleader friends screamed.

But Tara couldn’t stop. Her head bobbed up and down in Charlie’s lap, slurping his cock noisily and occasionally gagging in her bewildering enthusiasm. The new noises were added to the other sounds in the classroom — the wet noise of Mr. Pruss’ cock sliding in and out of Cathy’s pussy, the slapping of the bottom of her thighs against the top of his, the grunts of the teacher and moans of the student, and of course Tara’s friend who was beside herself, begging Tara to stop.

But Tara didn’t stop. In fact, her tongue swirled around Charlie’s cock. She really knows how to suck a cock. Damn, those jocks are lucky. But now I am too. Tara’s eyes looked up when Charlie chuckled, but then she concentrated fully on giving him the best blowjob she could.

Meanwhile, Mr. Pruss continued to fuck Cathy. The classmates’ eyes moved from the front of the room to Charlie and back. The boys were now vigorously rubbing their erect cocks, and even some girls had their hands pressed between their legs while their asses wiggled on the wooden seats. Tara’s friend stopped screaming and dropped to her knees next to Charlie, her face buried in her hands as she cried at her best friend’s inconceivable action.

A loud grunt caused everyone to look towards the front. Mr. Pruss and Cathy were now still, the teacher’s head thrown back as he groaned. Whimpering softly, Cathy’s chin rested on her chest. Mr. Pruss’ stocky arms held his student in a bear hug, rocking her gently back and forth so that she partly slid off his cock and then back onto it. After a few times, the white cream dripped down the length of his cock.

“Now what am I going to do?” Cathy said, her head shaking from side to side.

Everyone’s attention was drawn back to Charlie when he yelled, “I’m cumming!”

“No, Tara, don’t!” her friend pleaded. “Not in your mouth! Oh god, you can’t … you just can’t!”

Charlie’s pelvis thrusts proved she could and the class heard the loud gulps as Tara swallowed his sperm. Her friend was still hollering for Tara to stop when Tara glanced sideways and pulled her mouth off Charlie’s cock. But her friend became quiet when Tara aimed Charlie’s cock at her. Her friend’s mouth snapped shut when the spurt of semen flew into it, but the next two blasts landed on her tightly pressed lips and her chin.

“Tara, you’re a pig!” the girl shouted, sperm flowing from her mouth over her bottom lip. Standing up, she screamed, “I never want to see you again.” She wiped her face and looked at her hand. “Eeeyoouu,” she said and ran hysterically out of the room.

Charlie fastened his clothing and looked up at his teacher. Immediately, the man’s huge arms dropped to his sides. Cathy slid off his lap and crumbled to the floor. Standing up, she spun around and slapped her teacher’s face. She too fled the room, at first trying to run, but then walking uncomfortably. Mr. Pruss was dazed. He quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants and jumped off the desk. Looking around the room helplessly, seeking answers, he was soon in the girls’ wake as he too fled the classroom.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR