Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

Bruce explored every ridge and hollow of Valerie's velvet, wetly caverned mouth with his tongue while his cock rose heavily and painfully in his tight jeans, straining to get into her other hollow that needed him so badly. Damned hypocritical bitch! Well, by God this was one time he'd teach her that badly needed lesson. It hadn't been worth it before. Too many other bitches in heat around, but now… coming down here to tell him Bobby was in some little chit's pants… now, she was going to get it. Probably why she came… at least subconsciously. Amazing what women would do so as to maneuver themselves into getting validly raped.

He held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, his tongue locked deeply into her mouth, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts mashed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming between her legs so that her pubic mound was pressed hard against him. She tried desperately to move her head and Bruce only caught her skull in his hand and jerked her mouth under his again deeper and harder. He held her so hard and so long that finally she went limp in his arms, the breath rattling out her nose desperately and moans bubbling up muffled from her chest.

Despite her height, Valerie was no match for this huge brute who held her easily. His strength was simply too much for her. Her struggling had not broken his hold and some survival instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could somehow fool him and get away from that brutal mouth and iron arms. Oh God! Why had she come here. She should have known! He was a maniac, an animal with one thing on his mind. How could she have expected the father to be different from the son?

The wind howled suddenly and came rushing in from the sea, whipping around the locked figures standing and swaying on the sand. The desperateness of her situation suddenly hit Valerie. There was no one around. Nothing but sea and sky and sand and the dark shadows of the bridge girders.

His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing her buttocks and cupping her heavy breasts that suddenly felt like heavy balloons, swollen and fevered. Tears stung Valerie's eyes and the bitter gall of knowing she had devised her own downfall at this beast's hands rose in anguished moans from beneath her breastbone to burble helplessly in the tongue filled cavern of her mouth.

Suddenly one of his hands had snaked under the clean blouse she'd put on. Illogically she was glad she'd stopped at her cottage in the Highlands to scrub herself clean and change clothes before coming down here. The horror of that thought then hit her as she felt his big hand rip the catch on her bra and then come around to weigh her naked breast in the huge palm as though it were a ripened fruit at the market. The warmth of his hand enveloped her through the skin of that one hand and the wind was less cold. A tremor shook her when his hand rubbed and tweaked the nipple to instant hardness and the warmth like creeping syrupy sweetness stole through her veins and bones and skin. Unconsciously she sucked the probing tongue in her mouth of her own volition and felt the chasing ripples of promised rapture skittering through her loins and breasts and belly.

That was better. Hot bitch crucifying herself on her own crude cross of respectability. Christ, she tasted and smelled like ambrosia. Bruce could feel his cock twitching painfully in the cloth prison. Willowy blonde goddess with a body better than any Venus. Clothes couldn't hide a body that well and he knew already what that flesh would look like naked and lusting. Well, there would be no more waiting!

Valerie felt Bruce's mouth slide at last down her long throat and she breathed in the sea air gratefully, the sobs audible now. She shook in the wind like a leaf and gathered her strength for the moment he made a false move. Oh God… she must get out of here or in a few more moments she too would be splayed out and impaled down into the sand like that poor child behind the school!

"See what I mean, baby… you like it… you just tell yourself you don't… mmm…

Valerie felt his hand fumbling with her jacket to get it down her arms, his mouth pressed into the hollow of her shoulder like a brand that seared her skin indelibly. NOW, her brain screamed frantically and she jerked back out of his grasp and turned to run.

Before she'd gone two steps Bruce closed the gap between them, caught her wrist and spun her down on her back on the sand.

"NO… no… please… please Bruce… oh God… nooooooo…" she sobbed, her eyes pleading helplessly up at him in his standing position above her.

"Too late, honey," he said looking down at her, a cold cruel grin beginning to play around his mouth. "Too late for anything but fucking now.

"Oh, my God!" she'd gasped, cringing within at the vile sound of the obscene word, and its very significant meaning to her at that petrifying moment, while he began to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular body; until at last, he stood over her licentiously naked, his thick hard penis lancing out from his lean, hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torment.

She gaped in sheer disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd grin, began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch and as she stared up in abhorrence she thought she detected several drops of white male semen seep from the tiny split at its tip…

"Fascinating, isn't it, darling?" he leered, reveling obviously in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to… He laughed lewdly. "Well now… just wait till I slip it up into that tight little cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it. I'll tell you the truth, honey… it's made more than one snooty little bitch beg for mercy." He started to laugh again, then, caught himself. "By the way, you do have a tight little cunt, I hope…?"

"Stop it! Stop it!" she shouted at him, tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, watching the contorted expressions of shock and near-paralyzing fear pass over her face in a kaleidoscope of sheer repugnance.

But he didn't stop… only continued to grin lewdly at her while she lay as if glued to the sand, watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand… the unbelievable thickness of it causing her subconscious to recall his words of a moment before… more than one… beg for mercy… My God, no woman could ever take such a thing inside her… it would rip her intestines to shreds!

Again, he started toward her.

"Bruce! D-don't come any nearer! You hear… Don't touch me!" she'd managed to blurt at him through her loathing and fear, yet realizing that her words were futile… that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no matter how she pleaded with him… He was his son's father!

"Are you going to strip off those pretty clothes, baby… or do you want me to rip them off your ass into shreds?"

Valerie lay there completely defenseless, still froze in semi-shock and near-terror, until he reached out for her, jerking her up to her feet and clamping her face between his strong hands, his wet lips encompassing hers tightly, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth while the hardness of his prick gouged into the soft flesh of her belly… then he was stripping her.

As terrified and sickened as she was, she realized the uselessness of struggling. Dear God, she thought, what a monstrous farce she helped to perpetrate on her own self…

"That's my little hypocrite," he hissed at her. "Let old Bruce prepare you for the fucking of your life."

Once more, she cringed at the vile sound of the obscene word he breathed hotly into her tearstained face. She was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her body, tugging at zippers and unfastening snaps, until the air caressed her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her unleashed, full white breasts, and then she felt her flimsy white panties being pulled down over the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks.