J Watson: The virgin_s naughty lessons

"That was sweet fucking, baby," Mike said. "Real sweet. But you'll get better. I promise you. You'll get better!"

Susan shaded her eyes as she stepped out into the bright sunlight. She hadn't been out of the house in four days. During that time she'd been fucked again and again by the two brothers. She had been fucked until she'd started feeling light-headed and silly.

Susan started to understand what was happening to her. She realized that she had to escape from the mountain house. Soon she would have no life of her own. She was glad they had made a woman out of her, but she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with them.

And pretty soon she wouldn't be able to leave.

Susan was able to find her clothes and repair them as much as she could. She still looked a little indecent. Someone had torn her blouse and she couldn't find her bra. Her big soft breasts pushed invitingly against the sheer fabric. She knew she looked vulgar but there was nothing she could do.

She also found her car keys. She was glad of that. Her car hadn't been moved. It was as if the two brothers weren't afraid she was going to try to escape. Perhaps they believed they had completely broken her. But there was some spirit still left in Susan.

She slipped into the car and put the key into the ignition. She turned it, but nothing happened. She tried again and still nothing. She started feeling a little sick. No wonder the brothers hadn't moved her car. They had done something to it.

She started to feel frightened. Up to that point everything had been happening in a dreamy way. Now she started thinking of all the things that the two brothers were capable of doing.

She got out of the car and started walking. Her heart was pounding. She could think of nothing except getting away from them and from that mountain house.

Susan hadn't walked very far when she heard a car coming up the road. She didn't recognize it but she was afraid to try and stop anyone. She hid until it was past and then she started walking again. She had no idea where she was going. She only knew she had to escape.

She felt like she'd walked half the afternoon when she heard another car coming up. Again she hid in the bushes. This time she saw the bubble on top of the car and she knew it was a police car. She breathed a sigh of relief as she hurried out of the bushes and started waving at the car.

Immediately the car slowed and she could see the driver. He was a heavy, red-faced man. She was almost sorry she'd flagged him down as she felt his small eyes caressing her. But she couldn't get away now. She needed his help.

"Please," she said. "I'm in trouble."

"That's funny," he said. "Dressed like that you could cause the trouble."

"You don't understand," she said. "I've been beaten and raped and made to live with two men."

"I see," he said.

The heavy police officer got out of his car. He put his hand on her shoulder and she could feel the steely strength of his fingers. She could also smell beer on his breath. She didn't think policemen were supposed to drink on duty.

"So you've been raped," he said. "You took it pretty well. You look damn good for a woman who's been through something like that. Maybe you didn't protest too much?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I've seen a lot of women who were raped," he said. "They were beaten and hurt. You have a few bruises but you're not bad off. I don't think you fought too much."

Susan could feel him squeezing her shoulder and suddenly she didn't think she needed his help so much. He was looking at her so strangely. He wasn't acting like a policeman was supposed to act. She had the feeling he was about to add to her trouble. She started to back away but he wouldn't let her go.

"Don't be in a hurry," he said.

"I want to leave."

"You'll leave when I say it's all right," he said. "Not until then."

"You can't make me," she said.

"Sure I can," he insisted. "I'm arresting you for indecent exposure. Running around with your tits hanging out."

"Leave me alone," she said.

She couldn't get away from him. He twisted her around and pinned her arm up behind her. It hurt. She screamed as he pressed her against the side of the car. She felt his heavy body pressing against hers.

"I don't think you're going to like jail very much," he said. "It's dirty and there's lots of perverts inside. You ever been raped by a bunch of female perverts? You ever eat another woman's pussy, bitch? That's what they'll make you do. They'll make you put your face to another woman's snatch and suck that stuff!"

His strong arms hurt her but his words hurt her worse. She was scared to death of the idea of having to do that to another woman. She couldn't imagine how someone could do that. She was not stupid. She'd beard the stories. She knew it really went on.

"Oh God," she said softly. She stopped struggling to be free. "Oh, please don't take me to jail. I don't want to do anything like that. Please don't."

"Maybe I won't," he said. "Maybe I won't, but you'll have to be nice to me. Really nice."

She knew what he meant. She didn't struggle as his hand came around to cup one of her big round tits. His fingers brushed across her nipple. It was crazy but there was a hollow feeling in her belly, and her nipples began to grow hard. She was responding to him. She was responding to this ugly animal.

"Are you going to be nice?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered softly.

His rough hand brutally cupped her tit. He squeezed it until she gasped in pain. She understood that he was going to be rough. He wasn't going to be easy with her. He was going to treat her like a whore. He moved his hand to her other tit and squeezed it. She felt a shiver of excitement in her cunt.

"You really got nice tits," he said. "That's the first thing I noticed about you. You've got nice big tits. I like a woman with a real pair of tits!"

He turned her around and kissed her on the mouth. She felt his fat tongue rubbing against hers. His big hands slipped down her back and gripped her asscheeks. She was forced to rub her pussy against the front of his uniform trousers. She could feel his cock growing against her. She could already tell that he had a thick cock.

"You feel that, cunt?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "I feel it."

"Feel it with your hand," he commanded. "Feel how big it is. I'm going to ram it in your pussy pretty soon."

She reached down and touched his cock. She moved her fingers along the entire length of it. It felt swollen and hard. It was as big as Kevin's, and it made her tremble.

He kept gripping her ass, his strong fingers almost burning her flesh as he played with her. She found herself wanting to press against his front.

Her tits felt cushioned against his massive chest. She didn't like this man but she liked his strength. It made her horny.

"Unzip it, cunt," he commanded her.

She couldn't refuse. With trembling fingers, she unzipped his trousers and put her hand inside the small opening. She felt his hot flesh jumping against her fingers. She moved his shorts out of the way and gripped his throbbing cock. She gently eased the hot meat out of his trousers. She wrapped her fingers a little tighter around the thick staff. She moved her hand up and down and felt a little of his cock cream leaking onto her fingers.

"That's nice," be said. "Play with my prick like that. You've got nice hands."

She kept moving her hand back and forth until more of his cock cream covered her fingers. His jism felt hot and sticky. She moved her hand a little faster, but he wasn't going to allow her to jerk him off. He let her hand massage his pride for only a few moments longer. Then he pulled her hand away.

"You're starting out good, bitch," he said. "But now I want you to strip and get into the back seat. I want to see what you look like. I know you've got a good-looking body."