Elizabeth Watson: Revenge on teacher

"Gaaaaaaaggghshhh ohhhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop!" Jules' only answer was to make his tongue flicker like summer lightning across her blood-infused clitoris. He began moving his finger in and out of the squirming reluctant rectum.

Jeannette's mind was in a whirl, nothing mattered anymore to her except that deliciously fucking tongue bringing her to what she knew was going to be her first climax. Jules' tongue was a passport to a land of wild uninhibited passion and pleasure never before entered by her body and she wanted it.

The wantonly writhing teacher was only vaguely aware when Jules, without removing his mouth, drew her legs up and around his neck. Jeannette's buttocks clenched beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously when a second finger joined the first in her rectum. When they were pulled out, she groaned in disappointment until, abruptly, she felt his tongue leaving her vagina and seek out the now slightly stretched little cavern. She screamed in uncontrollable rapture as his tongue licked sensuously against the tightly puckered little ring and then pushed its way in. The hedonistic pleasure was a runaway forest fire flaming through her! She could feel it roaring up the hills and canyons of her quaking flesh until suddenly, without warning, it crowned in one raging inferno of sexual bliss.

"Don't… do… that…" she cried, giving lie to her words by spreading her legs further apart and lifting her hotly aroused pelvis so he could get in deeper. The sound of her own lust-constricted voice brought tears to her eyes, for she realized that this was total degradation. For the first time in her life she had lost control of her traitorous body. Oh, God, nothing – nothing ever had been like this wildly plunging tongue that aroused her to this passion peak of willing subservience. And, finally, she fell back no longer fighting anything he did to her – made completely helpless by her own lust-incited body.

Jules changed tactics as he suddenly felt the fight go out of his fellow teacher. He began licking again – knowing, even if she didn't – that her hotly clutching and strangely clenching pussy was getting close to a shattering orgasm. He licked on and on – moving from clitoris to anus – deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending.

Jeannette lay there feeling pleasure wash over her like a warm roaring tide, and her woman's body began crying out for fulfillment. She wondered dimly if it were possible to reach a climax this way. Then, barely conscious, her wildly squirming hips swivelled out of control grinding her hungrily clasping vagina harder and harder up into his eager face.

And then she felt it. She knew it was coming – that the gates to the wild untamed land so long denied her were swinging open. She had no idea what it would be like in that other country; she waited breathlessly as the approach appeared. Now, with Jules' fevered mouth clamped on her throbbing little clitoris, she began experiencing the first flush of her overpowering climax. Her vaginal walls began automatically squeezing, cervix dipping and rising in time to music only it could hear, clitoris shorting out in a blaze of fiery sparks! Even her rectum clenched and unclenched rapidly in a wild rhythm of its own.

Jules heard loud mewls of pleasure break out her wetly parted lips, and her tautly quivering breasts reddened, mottled, then turned almost magenta as the staining blood pumped into them. Her abdomen whipped back and forth like an insane pile driver! He felt her hands reach down viciously in a lust-maddened attempt to shove his face, nose, tongue, teeth, eyebrows, mustache, head and all deep inside her voraciously churning loins.

She was there! She was there! "Ahhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhh… aiiiiieeeee, I'm cumming… I'm cummmminnnnnnnggg!" And then she was jerking helplessly up against his face, her body pumping up and down in wild and uncontrolled abandon as the cataclysmic orgasm ripped like a powerful earthquake through her entire being. She was only vaguely aware of his hands groping and reaching, teasing her breasts and rectum while his tongue continued its insanely beautiful licking at the desperately throbbing entrance to her very soul.

Half an eternity later, Jeannette heard Jules moaning in her ear, as he nibbled and breathed sensually into it, "I'm going to fuck you now."

And she heard her desperate, almost hysterical voice say, "No… no… you can't."

But Jules wasn't listening now, she was ready to be fucked and he knew it, her moistly quivering pussy was enough to tell him that she was ready, quickly then, before she could protest, Jules lifted and draped Jeannette's knees up across his shoulders and dropped between her open thighs. His savagely throbbing cock was impatient to begin the invasion of this promised land. His breath was coming hoarsely now, and he knew he could not deny his prick its well-earned reward any longer. He pressed forward. The head of his cock touched the wetly fevered cuntal lips and her moan rose up to him. He let his throbbing shaft stay there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her soft resilient pubic hair against his aching glans. He pressed in, and felt the hardened rod of flesh slowly slip about an inch into her warmly cringing pussy.

"Oh, you're hurting, you're hurting," she moaned, "hurry up."

"As you say, ma'am," Jules grinned savagely, then he grunted and with one smooth stroke shoved it all the way in.

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh," she screamed, and the sound of her agony filled the little house. She was being split apart – torn asunder like a recalcitrant slave put between two draft horses. Her fingernails dug against his hairy chest and her legs splayed out wide in an effort to alleviate the pain. But it was no use. The white inexorable drill moved deeper into her defensively contracting belly. "No… stop! You're killing me…" And then Jeannette felt his hugely distended penis slam against her cervix and his testicles slap hard against her defenselessly upturned rectum. He was all the way into her; deeper by at least three inches than her husband had ever been. Her body was a sheet of red agonized flame – a flame that surged and swept upward like a fire storm with each pulsating beat of her tortured young vagina. Her breath was coming so hoarsely that she actually had to force words from her painfully contorted lips.

"Don't move it… Please." And then the tears began flowing… tears of pain and shame.

Jules knew he had let his emotions get the better of him. That one savage plunge into her helpless body was something he had not planned to do. He had wanted to take it easy – by stages – and bring her to a mewling chant of desire where she would beg… beg… beg!! He was afraid he might have injured her; he knew he had hurt her. She was so terribly tight, he hadn't realized she would be so tight!

Jeannette felt the cruel impalement up between her thighs, wanting desperately to have him take it out but afraid that the withdrawal would be as painful as the entry. She had never before in her life been so filled up there! It seemed as if her stomach was being stretched upward and outward from his instrument of maledom. And for the vagina itself; she knew beyond a doubt that it had ripped and was bleeding. She could even feel what she thought was blood trickling down the crevice between her buttocks. Had she looked, however, she would have realized – as the science teacher did – -that the viscous fluid came solely from the tortured walls of her vagina pouring out additional heated lubricant… a defensive slipperiness that would permit the sheath to accommodate the sword.

Jeannette took a deep shuddering breath, and Jules felt her abdominal muscles involuntarily pull upward with the expulsion of her breath. Her cervix dipped in reaction and scraped across the hotly throbbing head of his cock. He twitched. She moaned again. Then, miraculously, Jules felt her moistly warm vaginal lips themselves – tightly clasped like elastic around the end of his penis – move slightly.