Elizabeth Watson - Revenge on teacher

Lie plunged deep, deep up into her wildly quivering cunt, ramming mercilessly. Jeannette tried to hold back the squeal of pain, but she couldn't and she cried out again with each merciless thrust and whipped her legs in a vain effort to escape. It only made matters worse, for Dennis stroked harder and harder up within her, his steelhard battering flesh splitting her tightly yielding pussy as an axe would a log.

"Look, look you bitch," Dennis commanded. He raised his chest up slightly and she was forced to look down between her trembling young breasts to where his giant, ponderously throbbing penis violated her stretched vagina; she saw her pinkly puckered pussy lips slipping around his wetly glistening shaft as he rammed in and out – in and out.

"Ooooh, no, Dennis, please, please stop," she groaned. "I can't take all of you… you're hurting me… you're oh, God…"

Harder and faster Dennis went, a crazed bull without any feeling except for his wildly moving prick; his total commitment was to the fucking of a woman beneath him. Their genitals crashed together with lewdly responding slaps, colliding with sadistic repetition. Jeannette's stomach churned in repulsion and she waited in loathing for this brutal rape by her own husband to be concluded.

Dennis kept on drubbing in and out of her like some mad machine, like some rutting beast, as he felt the heatedly throbbing buildup inside his seething balls. There was a tickling at the base of his cock as he jammed into her tightly quivering cunt to the hilt, and he knew with a certainty now that he was about to cum. He rammed forward with all his energy, the full extent of his incited cock sunk cruelly far up into her tortured womb. Jeannette whimpered, a futile gesture which only seemed to excite Dennis more. He locked his mouth to hers as hotly impatient sperm began to rise in his body, and he crushed her firmly fleshed breasts to his chest and pushed her shoulders back. He forced his hands under the cheeks of her ass, pulling them up to meet him even more as his heavily-laden testicles screwed tightly down into the shadowy wide split crevice, of her buttocks.

Jeannette wailed loudly as she was plundered almost beyond endurance. He's mad. An insane rapist. He's going to kill me. Her arms were pinned down to her sides, and she could feel his monstrous, rigidly pulsing penis as it slid up and down her inflamed cuntal channel like a red-hot iron cudgel, could feel the savage beat of his testicles against her sweat-streaked inner thighs and the rush of cool air against her crevice every time he extracted his long, hard piston.

Dennis reached his explosion. Wildly, he thrust his tongue into her mouth again, and his mighty cock swelled with sudden hugeness as the sperm amassed inside it. Then he was groaning as he came. The white hot liquid shot into Jeannette like molten lava, spewing forth in giant fiery bursts, flooding the already overflowing cavern of her helplessly cringing pussy. Dennis skewered his young wife a few more times in an effort to milk his balls completely dry, and the enormous hardened shaft continued to send out never-ending rivers of cum until his pubic hair was matted and her upturned buttocks were saturated with the run-off.

Jeannette stared at him with tear-glazed, accusing eyes as the last hot dregs of sticky sperm spewed into her pussy, then he fell forward. His prick began to retreat, to grow limp, and he breathed deeply and with great satisfaction.

Jeannette lay still now, staring up at the ceiling, her tear-streaked face a contorted mass of pain. She knew that Dennis would fall asleep now, like an animal and that he would wake up in the morning, remembering what he had done and beg her to forgive him. It was always that way, she was fucked brutally by him when he was drunk and then like a lamb he would crawl to her to beg her forgiveness, but this time it would be too late, she would be gone, by the time he woke up in the morning she would be on an airplane to Colorado and he would have only a note on the kitchen table to remember her by, thank God! It was almost over.

The Henry Robbins School in Boulder wasn't quite what Jeannette had expected, it was far more permissive than the previous schools she'd taught in and it made Jeannette more than a little nervous to be confronted with her class every day. The girls were easy for her but the boys were something else, she was always having to deal with sexual innuendos and outrageous behavior, at first she had handled it by herself but more and more she had been sending boys to the Principal's office and she was becoming quite unpopular with them.

The Principal, Tom Packer, told her over and over again not to take the boys so seriously, they were only exercising their new-found freedom, he pleaded with her. Jeannette, however, was not so convinced, she was threatened by them and they knew it and it made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. On more than one occasion she had gotten the distinct feeling that the boys would lock her in the classroom one day and try to rape her, she always made sure that she wasn't alone with them.

The last school that Jeannette had taught in had been mostly female teachers with a sprinkling of men, most of whom were safely either old or married. The Henry Robbins School, however, was a different matter. There were only three other female teachers in the school besides Jeannette, the bulk of the staff being male, in fact the whole school had a strong male vibration, even the Principal Tom Packer was a bachelor and a handsome one at that!

Since Jeannette had been at the school however, she had been dating Jules Frank, he was a science master, also a bachelor and quite a catch. She had made it clear to him from their first date that he would have to go slowly, she didn't tell him about her husband, nor in fact that she was still married but she did indicate to him that she had been more than burned-out with male relationships and wanted to take her time getting to know him. Jules was getting impatient however, and in truth so was she. Although Dennis had fucked her so brutally and cruelly, she had been fucked and since arriving in Boulder she hadn't felt a man's penis inside of her, and much to her surprise she was beginning to feel horny, very horny. She had noticed of late how when she took a shower her nipples would harden and quiver excitedly from the contact with the towel, how her pussy would pulsate at times when she looked at Jules, she wasn't quite sure yet what she was going to do about it, but she knew that she would have to do something quite soon.

She looked at her watch now, it was almost seven o'clock, time for Jules to pick her up. They were going out to dinner and to a movie and they would have to jam if they were going to get everything into the evening they wanted to do, who knows, mused Jeannette, surprised herself that she was even thinking this way, who knows, perhaps tonight I'll give myself to Jules, he wants me so badly I know.

"That was a fabulous evening, Jules," Jeannette purred, a voice sounding slightly slurred from the drinks she had had over dinner, "would you like to come in and have a nightcap?"

Jules Frank felt his penis lurch in his pants at the thought of being inside Jeannette's house, this late at night, usually she left him at the door and he had to go home and take care of himself. Tonight, though, he had noticed a different gleam in her eyes, almost seductive and it surprised him after what she had told him when they had first met.

He wasn't a man to turn down such an offer though and immediately nodded his head enthusiastically, "love one Jeannette, fuel me up for the ride home," thinking wickedly to himself that hopefully he wouldn't be going back out in the cold again, not that night anyway!