Elizabeth Watson: Revenge on teacher

It still amazed Jeannette Delaney that she had actually had the nerve to leave her husband. Her father had left her mother when she had been quite a small child and she had always vowed that she would make her marriage work, no matter what. However, that hadn't turned out to be the case, she had tried and tried and tried but she hadn't been able to smooth things out with her husband, she knew deep in her heart that her own sexual frigidity was a lot to blame, was in fact the prime source of the anger and pain that her husband directed to her, but nothing she did seemed to work.

She had worked with a sex therapist for a while but even he hadn't been able to loosen her up and her husband's constant and brutal demands on her body had finally driven her out of his door. She had given in her resignation to the school where she taught and quite unbeknown to her husband she had written for another post at a school in Boulder, a small town near Denver.

She had waited patiently for their reply, enduring constant humiliation from her husband as she did so and finally she had received an answer from them. Her credentials were first rate and she had been accepted by the Board of Directors, a plane ticket was enclosed and she knew that the phase of her life with her husband was over.

She recalled her last night with Dennis, how he had come home drunk and she had realized that she had one last night to endure with him. It gave her a certain sense of satisfaction to know that she would never have to put up with his cruel, drunken ways again and somehow it hadn't been quite as difficult to endure his sexual attack. She had realized he was dead drunk from the moment she heard him fumbling with the door and he had grabbed her cruelly almost the moment he had entered the house.

"Come on baby, let's fuck," he had growled drunkenly, "I've been thinking about it for hours."

"Please Dennis," she had begged, "not now," but her pleas were to no avail, the drunken man wanted her and she knew that it was no use struggling with him, when he was in this kind of a mood she had to give in to him, it was all she could do.

She recalled now how he had grabbed her and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her on the bed savagely, tearing at her clothes as he did so. Suddenly she recalled she was naked and Dennis was tearing at his own clothes, muttering wildly as he did so, "you bitch, I'm going to fuck you when I want."

Remember, she had told herself over and over again inwardly, this is the last time, the very last time, tomorrow you'll be on the plane and it will all be over.

Then Dennis was by the bed, his massively throbbing cock standing proudly up like a truncheon against his hairy abdomen; then, without warning he was on top of her, clamping her to the bed with one heavily muscled arm. His greedy mouth had clamped down onto hers as he tried to pry open wide her legs with his knees.

"Come on you bitch, get those legs opened," he had growled.

Jeannette was desperate as she flailed her head from side to side to escape his cruel grasping hands, her short brown curly hair bobbing on the pillow as she groaned and sobbed, trying madly to remember that it was almost all over.

She felt her husband spread her smooth, white thighs even farther apart with his knees and ground his pelvis hard into her squirming defenselessly naked loins. The hollows of her buttocks jerked spasmodically, as he reached down between their two bodies to grasp his heatedly pulsating cock. He worked the blood-inflated head of his rigid shaft up and down the hot length of the narrow, hair-lined furrow until he found the snug little opening to her wetly cringing cunt. Ramming his long hard penis forward with all the strength of his back and legs, he drove his massive length into her tender pussy passage with one mercilessly vicious lunge.

Jeannette wilted before his attack, wailing in pain, her tormented body wildly thrashing on the bed, her flaring young hips jerking futilely back onto the soft mattress. All her efforts were useless; she was impaled on his hardened rod of flesh, impaled like a biologist's specimen on a display card, her legs flailing wildly out in her effort to escape.

His rock hard shaft of lust-filled maleness battered deeper into her warmly yielding flesh until his hair-covered loins crashed into hers with a resoundingly painful slap. Only a little white stretch of his cock showed above her hideously stretched cuntal lips, as he held it there, completely submerged in the secret recesses of her quivering belly, the warm; wet walls of her unwilling cunt tightly clasped around the great length and breadth of his phallus.

Dennis didn't wait. He didn't even give her a chance to adjust to the presence of his giant, hotly throbbing cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. He just began to fuck, ramming in and out of her widely stretched pussy like some feral, rutting animal, his only lustful thought to shoot his hot sticky load of impatiently churning semen deep up inside her soft-white belly where it belonged. After all, she was his wife!

He immediately began to pound into her with long, vicious strokes, closing his mind to her weeping as she sobbed in unbearable humiliation before his relentlessly pistoning shaft. He slid his hands down her wildly flailing body, shoving them under the backs of her thighs, pushing them up and back until her knees pressed into the mattress over her shoulders and she was rolled into a tight fleshy ball of anguished servility. Jeannette groaned over and over again as he maniacally fucked into the wide-spread split between her legs that was now completely open to his desire. His grinding groin smacked hard against her helplessly exposed vagina until he could hear the wet thud of his loins against hers. His shoulders propped against the backs of her shapely firm calves held her in the defenseless position as he savagely pummeled her.

"Oh Dennis, Dennis you can't. Nooooooooo!" she wailed piteously beneath him.

"Shut up bitch and move it, move your ass," he growled.

Reaching underneath her writhing body, he drove his hands under the full, white cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly kneading at the softly warm flesh, pulling the globes far apart to emphasize with pain his cruel command.

"Please Dennis, you're killing me," she sobbed.

"Shut up and move your cunt," he commanded, painfully squeezing her fleshy ass cheeks.

Jeannette sobbed and commenced a jerky, unwilling rotation of her hips up against his riveting cock to escape the unbearable pain of his fingernails cutting into her flesh. Long red marks followed the paths of his punishing fingers, and her misery and subjugation grew proportionately with his sayage lust.

His long, hard strokes beat into her wet, tightly clasping passage. With each out-thrust, he withdrew his rigid hardness until only the lust-swollen head remained just inside her tortured cunt, then lunged forward with animal strength until his sperm-bloated balls banged into her wide-split anal crack. She groaned helplessly as her nakedly exposed vagina was plundered in his bestial onslaught, her ripe, young body driven back with each jackhammer thrust. Her arms were pinned to her sides by her updrawn legs, and she could feel the monstrous cock head heatedly slipping up and down inside her aching cunt.

Dennis suddenly speeded his penetration of her defenseless little pussy, riddling into her without thought of mercy or of her own pleasure. The sound of his deep animal-like grunts with her pitiful moans filled the room, mingling with the noise of flesh slapping against flesh and the moist sound of his pile-driving cock lancing in and out of her painfully burning cunt. Ignoring her cries of hurt and shame, he grasped and pinched at her supple young flesh beneath him. He wanted to possess and then destroy this frigid bitch who had never shown any willingness to fuck him back for all these months. Already distended by lust, his angrily pulsing cock swelled in the young wife's tight little pussy until he thought it would explode.