J. Watson - Raped teacher

"Why don't you run some more?" he questioned, taunting her. "Come on and run."

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say, but please don't hurt me. I don't want to die! Oh God, don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"You'll do anything I say?"

"Anything," she promised. "But please don't kill me."

"Beg me," he commanded her.

She fell to her knees. She clutched him around the waist. She was sobbing as she spoke.

"I'm begging you," she said. "Please don't harm me. I'll do anything you say. Anything. Only please don't hurt me."

Rebus looked down at the beautiful redhead on her knees. Her tear-streaked face, her red hair all messed, her lipstick smeared, her dress torn, turned him on more than he had ever been turned on before. He knew he wanted this woman, wanted to stick his cock into her hungry cunt.

"Get up," Rebus commanded.

Once again she climbed to her feet. She was watching him with expectant eyes, ready to jump at his command.

"Strip," Rebus commanded.

She had never been naked before any man but her husband, but she wasn't shy now. She pulled her blouse over her head and released the catch on her bra. She had never been particularly proud of her tits. They were not large, but they were firm and tanned. She saw him catch his breath.

"Go ahead," he said. "Take off the rest of it. I want to see you naked."

She pulled at the catch of her dress and it stuck. Frantically, she kept pulling at it. She saw the look in his eyes and she gave it an extra-hard tug.

"I'm trying," she said. "I'll get it off. Don't hurt me. I'll get it off."

He approached her. She pulled and the dress ripped a little. But she got the zipper down and she was kicking the dress off. Now she stood only in her yellow panties and her pantyhose. She quickly pulled the ripped hose off.

"That's nice," he said, licking his lips. "Now the panties."

She pulled the panties off her slim legs and dropped them to the ground.

"Very nice," he said. "Good Lord, you are a natural redhead."

"What do you want now?"

"In the back of the truck," he ordered. "You'll find a blanket."

She nodded. She went to the truck and removed the blanket. He directed her to place it on the ground. She smoothed the wrinkles out of the blanket. When she looked up, he was stripping off his shorts.

"My God!"

Adele felt a shiver go down her spine. She was used to her husband's skinny, elderly body. She wasn't used to the hard, muscular looks of the man before her. She felt her eyes drawn to the place between his legs. His cock was hard and jutting up.

"God!" she breathed.

She kept looking at his cock as he walked toward her. It was not like her husband's skinny, small cock, not the limp prick that she would be forced to play with before it would become hard enough to enter her. Then he would shoot off immediately. She knew, just by looking at his cock, that his was a prick that was not to be taken lightly.

He took her hand and placed it on his prick. His skin felt hot to her fingers. She felt his loose skin and she began to move it up and down.

"Ahhhhhh," he moaned. "You have such nice hands. I wonder what it will feel like for you to wrap those legs around my back, and to have you yelling for more. I think it's going to be fun."

She had never yelled in passion, but somehow she knew that this was going to be the first time. This man knew how to use his prick and she was going to get every inch of it.

He took her hand away.

"On your knees," he said. "Take it in your mouth."

She started to protest, but she remembered the way he looked at her. She couldn't fight him. She couldn't refuse anything he wanted her to do. It was no longer just fear. It was something far more, a simple need to do as she was told, to be forced to do as she was told.

She fell to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He smelled of sweat and jism. She had never tasted jism, but she knew it had to be the salty taste. She sucked his cock farther into her mouth and then his hands found her titties.

Bolts of wicked excitement went through her as his fingers manipulated her nipples. He had her hard and panting in just a few moments.

"Let go," he said. "Lay back now."

She lay back and he positioned himself between her legs. She knew what she was going to get. She could feel his hot prick pushing between her legs. She was going to get fucked as she had never been fucked before. She didn't protest. She was getting hot. Hot like she had never known, and she realized suddenly that she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted that hot cock inside of her, beating her pussy.

"Give it to me!" she begged him. "Give me that hot cock up my cunt!"

He laughed and he pushed his cock into her cunt. She jerked as his prick went deep into her pussy. Then when she thought he was done, he went into her deeper, past the spot where her husband's small prick usually stopped. He was not weak. His cock filled her aching cunt.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God!"

He began to fuck her in slow, sweet strokes. His hairy chest rubbed against her titties and his hands clutched her ass. He fondled and pinched her soft ass-cheeks while she moaned and begged him to fuck harder.

One of his fingers slipped around and entered her asshole. That was another thing that had never been done to her. She flinched with pain at first, but then his finger found the rhythm of their coupling bodies and even his finger began to feel good.

"Ahhh shit!" she moaned. "Ahhh God, what are you doing to me? Oh God, I can feel your cock way down deep inside. Oh shit, I think I'm going to die!"

"Not die," he said. "Not die, but learn how to live!"

"Oh shittttttt!" she cried as his hot cock exploded into her cunt and her own juices flooded him. He kept fucking her until her trembling had stopped.

Then for the first time he kissed her.

It was a soft kiss on the lips and she opened her mouth to him.

"Shit," she moaned softly, rubbing her cunt against him.

"Jesus!" Erica said softly. "I would've never thought Adele had it in her."

Erica was feeling a little warm after Rebus' story. Rebus was good with words and Erica could see the action going on in her mind's eye. She closed her legs tightly together.

Rebus noticed it and laughed.

"What's the matter, baby? You getting a little warm."

His huge hand came up and cupped her titty. His fingers found her nipple and massaged it to hardness.

"I can tell you liked my story," he said. "Yes," Erica admitted. "I liked it very much." She rolled against his body, liking the feel of his strong, warm chest rubbing against her. She pushed herself closer and reached for his cock. She found his cock semi-hard.

"It got you a little warm talking about it, didn't it?" Erica asked.

"Yes," Rebus said. "I have to admit that I was kind of worried for a while about her going to her husband."

"Did she?" Erica asked.

"No," he answered. "I found out that women hardly ever report getting raped to the police or to their husbands. Especially if they enjoyed it as much as Adele did."

"And she's come back," Betty pointed out.

"Really?" questioned Erica.

"Yes," Betty said. "She loved my husband's cock so much that she couldn't stay away. For weeks she kept coming back to him for more. Finally we got worried that someone would find out and we told her not to come back any more."

"A real shame," Rebus said. "She was a real quick piece of ass."

"Aren't I quick?" Erica asked as she fingered his cock.

"You sure are, baby," Rebus agreed.

His lips found hers, hurting, smothering and sucking. His fingers trailed down her body, fondling her nipples, rubbing her thighs and then slipping easily into her moist pussy.