Tom Allison - The teacher_s incest urge

"You can take me home and sneak into my bedroom if you want. Then we could fuck all night!"

Foster's expression became increasingly serious. Almost gravely, he pulled his softening cock out of her gurgling pussy.

"Sally, we may never… I don't think we'll ever be able to fuck again."

Sally was so miserable that she nearly cried.

The very next day, Sally hitchhiked home from school. As soon as her last class was over, she trotted down to Wenston Boulevard and stuck out her thumb.

If a photographer had snapped a picture of Sally standing next to the busy thoroughfare, he might have titled it "Invitation to Rape". All Sally had on was sandals, a pair of short denim cut-offs and a skimpy halter top. Her long, tapering legs and big, firm breasts were partially exposed to the lustful gazes of passing motorists.

Sally knew she wasn't supposed to hitchhike, especially alone. It was one of the few household rules her mother Betty was adamant about. Even as Sally had her thumb out, she knew that Mom would have paddled her ass thoroughly if she'd caught her hitching.

But Sally didn't care. She didn't need to hitchhike. It was only a mile to her house down Wenston; she'd hiked five times farther than that more often than she could remember.

Sally wanted some guy to pick her up. She hoped he'd get turned on to her body and fuck her right in the car.

Sally was desperate to get laid. All night long she'd daydreamed about how good Mr. Foster's dick had felt in her mouth and cunt. Several times during the day she'd had to run to the bathroom and finger-fuck herself, thinking about the way his jism had spurted from the tip of his cock.

It broke her heart that he wouldn't fuck her again, but Sally knew she had to find her satisfaction somewhere. High school boys were too immature for her. The fastest way she could think of, to meet a full-grown man, was to stick out her thumb and wait.

She didn't have to wait long. The third car that passed her screeched to a halt, pulling over onto the soft shoulder to pick her up.

It was an extremely strange car. Years later, while thumbing through an encyclopedia, Sally would learn that it was a 1953 Studebaker Starliner Coupe. The Studebaker was painted jet black, with chrome highlights that shimmered in the sunlight. The wide wheels and menacing sound of the exhaust led Sally to believe that it was some sort of hot rod.

The man driving the car was even stranger. He was about six feet tall and enormously muscular, with a shaved head and a broad, toothy grin. The man was dressed entirely in black, matching the exterior of his car. His T-shirt bore the white lettered logo, "Kruze."

"Where you going?" Sally asked, wriggling her ass over the red upholstery, slamming the door shut.

"Anywhere. Texas. Miami. I don't care." Kruze pressed the accelerator, and the car rocketed down the boulevard at an alarming speed. "I can take you down Wenston for sure. Anyplace you want to go."

"Wenston's fine," Sally said. "Are you a weight-lifter or something?"

"Power-lifter. Got third in the State Senior's last month. Tripled a dead lift in the gym just the other day. No lie. Hey! You want to fuck me?"

This proposition was so brazen and unexpected that Sally blinked her eyes and shook her head, like a startled rabbit. Then a lascivious smile spread across her face. She slid closer to Kruze on the seat.

"Of course I do," she purred. "How'd you know?"

"I'm into psychic perception," Kruze replied.

Fifteen minutes later, they were fucking their brains out in Kruze's apartment.

The apartment was as bizarre as its tenant. Small, cramped and messy, it was filled with everything from Oriental rugs to an inflatable sex doll that Kruze had hung from the ceiling like a chandelier. Posters of various muscular men adorned the walls. Kruze slept on a mattress he had thrown into the corner of the living room.

It was a battered, filthy mattress, with three springs poking through the sides, and assorted cum stains in the top. Sally was at first revolted by it, but now she was too busy fucking.

Naked, her legs wrapped around Kruze's thickly muscled mid-section, she humped her hot little ass up off the make-shift bed. Kruze was sprawled between her creamy thighs, packing his rock-hard dick rhythmically into the wide open slit of her cunt.

Already Sally could tell that he was a good fucker. His body was almost super-human, so large and powerful; she felt crushed beneath him, as if she was being fucked by a gorilla.

He had a six-inch cock that was as thick around as the business end of a baseball bat, from the fleshy purple knob to the blue-veined stiffness of the base. His dick didn't go as far up her cunt as Foster's had, but it stretched her pussy lips much farther apart.

"Harder, Kruze! Fuck me haaard!" Sally yelped. Panting and squealing, she pumped her pussy up into his cock as fast as she could. Her cunt muscles milked his swollen dick, sucking it deeper into her belly. "Make me cum! Please, fuck meeeee!"

Kruze dropped his head to Sally's jiggling tits and greedily sucked her pink nipples. At the same time, he made his powerful hips work more quickly between her thighs, reaming out her dripping fuck hole with the intensity of a jackhammer.

He was a brutal fucker, too, Sally realized. He was actually biting her nipples now, chewing on them with his tobacco-stained teeth. It hurt her, but she liked it. The pain made her that much hungrier for his cock.

"Unghh," Sally grunted. She grabbed the cheeks of his hairy ass and pulled down hard, shamelessly trying to get more of his prick up her burning pussy.

"Yesss, that's right! Bite them!" she mewled, pulling his head into her enormous tits. "Bite my tits! Yes, I'm so close! Make me cumm!"

Suddenly Kruze pulled back, withdrawing the cum-oozing length of his hard-on from the buttery wetness of her cunt. Sally squealed miserably and tried to pull his dick back up her pussy.

"Get on your hands and knees," Kruze demanded hoarsely. "I'm gonna fuck you like a dog."

Sally was too horny to protest. She swiveled on the bed and crouched on her hands and knees, bending her head and spreading her knees to display the hair-fringed fissure of her cunt.

"Stick it back in me!" she whimpered breathlessly. "Hurry, Kruze! Fuck me with that thick cock! Hurry!"

Kruze knelt behind her, positioning himself between the upturned, peach-shaped cheeks of her ass. He grabbed the shaft of his cock and pressed the bloated knob to the pouting slit of her pussy. Then he heaved forward, and Sally again knew the filled-up feeling in her cunt that she so desperately needed.

"Unghh!" she grunted, clawing the sheets. She gyrated her ass back over his cock as fast as she could. It was the first time she'd fucked doggie-style, and Sally liked the position immediately. There seemed to be more friction against her aching clit this way.

"You're a little bitch," Kruze whispered savagely. Slowly, brutally, he hammered his swollen dick into her sucking cunt tunnel. His hands enveloped her hanging breasts and squeezed them hard. "You like getting fucked like a dog, don't you? You're just a horny little bitch!"

"Ahhh," Sally whined. Kruze was actually hurting her now, pulling at her enormous tits as it to wrench them free of her body. The agony seemed to merge with the wet pleasure in her pussy, overwhelming her with sensation. "Stop it! You're hurting me! Oh, Kruze! Ohhh!"

But Kruze pulled on her tits even harder, viciously pinching her stiff nipples. Then, he rammed his finger deep between her ass cheeks, burying it to the second knuckle in the rubbery grip of her asshole.

"Unhh!" Sally squealed. She flushed with pain and shame, and tried to pull away from him. "Unhh! No, not there! Don't… unghh!"