J. Watson - Raped teacher

Susan didn't want to go, but she found herself being pushed down the bank. Charles took a blanket along. The little river was running fast. Charles stretched out the blanket on the green grass and sat down.

"Here," Charles said, patting the blanket.

Susan sat down on the blanket beside him and Carl sat down on her other side. Charles took a long drink of his beer, and smiled at Susan.

"So you're in the eighth grade," Charles said. "You know I am," Susan said.

"That's funny," he said. "You sure don't look like an eighth-grader with your body and that long hair. You look more like a senior."

"Thank you," Susan said.

Susan took his words as a compliment, but she was beginning to feel a little uneasy.

"Is Clarice your sister?" Charles questioned. "Yes," Susan said. "She wants to be a nurse."

Carl laughed. "Goddamn! A nurse. With those hands she'd make a good one."

Susan wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she had a bad feeling. The date was not going exactly as she'd imagined it. She had some idea of romance on a date. Getting to know a boy and having him getting to know her. Maybe a chaste kiss at the end of an evening.

But you didn't have dates with two boys and a girl. Two boys made her feel nervous and unsure of herself, and she didn't like the way they kept looking at her.

She was a virgin, but she had seen her parents fucking too many times not to have a good idea of what could happen.

"How about a little kiss?" Charles asked.

She saw nothing terribly wrong about giving Charles a kiss. Just a small one. She lowered her face to Charles and gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth. She ignored the probing tongue that pushed at her lips.

"Aw come on, sugar," Charles said. "I know that you can do better than that."

"I don't think so," Susan said shyly.

"Aw why not, baby?" Carl asked. "Ain't no body going to see you way out here. Give him a little kiss."

He caught her head and pulled her close. His lips were brutal as they pressed against her own. Again he tried to get her to open her mouth and admit his probing tongue.

Charles pushed her away. His face was red and he looked disgusted.

"Hey, baby," he said. "Don't come on so hard with me. I know about you."

"What do you mean?"

"It means you're just like your sister. A little whore. A little hot-pants girls."

"You're awful!" Susan said. "You're vulgar and you're lying about my sister."

"Hell no, I'm not," Charles said. "She's a hot little piece of ass. I knew you'd be the same way. I thought we'd just break you in right. While you're still young."

"You can't mean that," Susan said.

"Of course I mean it," Charles said. "Did you think we brought you out here to look at the river? What the hell did you think?"

"I don't know," Susan said. "I didn't know what to think."

"Shit," Carl said. "You're not fooling us. I bet you were broke in long ago. Just like Clarice."

Susan tried to stand, but Carl caught her by the shoulder. His eyes were ugly as he looked at her. He licked his dry lips in anticipation.

"Sit down," he commanded. "Don't try to run away. We're just going to give you what you want."

She sank back down on the blanket and then Carl was upon her. His lips covered hers and he wouldn't let her break away. His tongue came out and it was vulgar, demanding, insistent.

"Open your mouth." Charles said. "Open your mouth and you can breathe."

She wouldn't open her mouth. He kissed her throat and then her soft white shoulders where they were revealed by the halter top.

She felt Charles leaning against her other side. She could smell his breath as he blew into her ear and kissed her. Susan shivered. This was definitely not the way she'd thought her date would go.

"Please," Susan begged. "Please let me go."

"Let you go," Charles said in an injured tone of voice. "Hell, we're just getting started."

Just getting started! Susan panicked at his words. She tried to twist out of their grasp, but they held onto her tightly.

"Goddamn it!" Carl said. "Don't be in such a hurry to get away. We're going to treat you right."

Carl touched her bare stomach flesh. Susan felt tingly. His fingers traveled up her flesh and underneath her halter. Then his fingers were touching her titties.

"Goddamn," Carl said. "She has got a nice firm tit. Just the way I like it."

Susan tried to jerk away from them one last time, but she had no luck. She only made them hold onto her until she began to hurt. Then he pulled her halter top away and exposed her naked titties to their hungry gaze.

"Damn!" Charles said. "You know your tits are bigger than Clarice told us."

"They sure are," Carl agreed. "They're bigger than Clarice's tits."

Clarice told them about her tits. Suddenly Susan knew that whatever they told her about Clarice was true. Clarice was a whore. And Clarice had told the boys about Susan.

"I should have picked Clarice up at the house long ago," Charles said. "I would have, if I'd known she had a thing like this at home."

"Fuck," Carl said softly.

"Yeah," Charles said. "That's what we're going to do. We're going to fuck."

Susan knew there was no use in fighting them. They were too strong for her. She quit struggling and lay limply in their arms. Their fingers kept exploring her body.

Carl's hands found her ass-cheeks and he began to squeeze her behind. Carl reached for the zipper of her shorts. He undid them and she raised her hips to help him slide them off her hips.

"That's right," Carl said soothingly. "Now you're acting right."

Charles' fingers were back at her tits. He was squeezing her softly and pinching her nipples. Carl slid her panties off and she heard him suck in his breath.

"Hot damn!" he said. "What a good-looking pussy. I want some of this."

"Who's going to be first?" Charles questioned.

"I'll tell you what we'll do," Carl said. "Let's flip a coin."

"Okay."

Susan couldn't believe what was happening. She watched them stand up and Carl took a coin out of his pocket. "Heads," Carl called and it landed on heads.

They were actually flipping a coin on who got to fuck her first. It was incredible.

Carl smiled at her and began to undress. He stripped off his clothes and Susan found her gaze drawn to the spot between his legs where his hard, jutting cock was already trembling in expectation.

He circled the cock-head with his two fingers and said, "Here you are, baby. Here it comes."

"Oh please," Susan said. "Please don't do it to me. I'm a virgin."

"Sure you are," Carl said. "Just like Clarice was a virgin and I've been fucking Clarice too long to believe that."

He knelt down beside her. Susan tried to close her legs as she felt his weight upon her. She couldn't. His strong fingers forced her legs apart.

His cock pushed at her pussy.

"Shove it in there," Charles urged his friend. "Do her good."

There was a sudden, sharp pain as his cock tore into her virgin pussy walls. Then he was inside of her, and his balls rested against her cunt-lips.

"Jeeesus," Carl moaned. "Jeeesus, she's tight!"

He began to move in and out of her slowly. She could feel his cock stretching her cunt walls. The friction was painful. She tried to move away, but he found that only excited him more. His hands cupped her tits and he allowed his body to rest on her. He whispered into her ear.

"Fuck me, bitch," he said. "Move that ass around. Fuck me good. Fuck my cock oft baby. Fuck me like your sister Clarice fucks. Man, she can fuck fine. She's got a move to her ass that nearly knocks your head off. Come on, baby! Fuck me like Clarice!"

Susan resigned herself to her fate. His cock was in her. There was nothing she could do to change that. She was no longer a virgin. There was no sense in trying to put it off. Soon he would be coming. She sighed and began to move her ass. So this was what made dance so popular. Well, she could be twice as popular.