J. Watson - Raped teacher

"Goddamn," Carl moaned. "This little bitch knows how to fuck. I knew she had to know if she was Clarice's sister. Shit, I just knew you had to be good."

Carl wasn't good for long. In a few minutes his hands started squeezing her titties hard, almost painfully. Then his cock began to move in jerky little movements and she felt the first spurt of his juice against her cunt walls. Then other spurts.

"Goddamn!" Carl said. "Here I come! Here I fucking come!"

His hot semen poured into her cunt. A river of cum. She kept moving against him until he was drained dry and he fell away from her with a painful groan. He bent his head and kissed her titty.

"Shit, baby," he said. "You're just as good as Clarice. Maybe better."

"I am better," Susan said.

"Shit," Carl said. "You got a real future in school."

Susan turned her head in time to see Charles fall between her legs. He was naked and his jutting cock slipped easily into her. He rested his head on her shoulder and his hand tangled in her hair.

"Move it," he cried. "I want to feel you moving it."

She started doing him as she'd done Carl. His cock was slipping in and out of her pussy quickly and she knew that Charles would not be able to last for long.

"Raise your legs, baby," Charles said. "Lock them around my back like Clarice does."

She raised her legs and locked them around his back. His cock slapped rapidly against her. He was going in deeper than Carl had gone.

"Oh shit!" he said. "This is living. This is really fucking living."

He kept fucking her. She closed her eyes and thought about her sister Clarice. Clarice with the pretty black hair, always tangled, and the deep eyes dance who had already made a reputation for herself by wrapping her legs around as many boys as she could manage.

She started pushing herself harder against Charles and she knew the points of her hard nipples were exciting him. He was panting.

"God," he said. "God, here I come! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck!"

And his cock emptied out his semen into her.

They had taken her home a little less foolish than when she had started. Susan knew now what she had to do to be popular and she went about doing it with as many guys as she could.

"That Susan," boys would say. "You can get into her panties anytime you want. All you have to do is ask. Just push her into the back seat or wherever."

"Shit," another boy would say. "I got her one time in the broom closet."

"Has she ever sucked your prick?"

"Hell yeah. Hundreds of times. I even fucked her in the ass once. She's got a nice tight ass."

Girls would look at her strangely, as if they couldn't understand her, but Susan didn't care about understanding. All she cared about was a hot cock and the fact that she got more dates than any girl in school.

And boys often bought her nice things. Some of them would even offer her money, but she drew the line at that. That would make her feel too whorish.

She was happy… until Miss Thomas caught her behind the school with Tim Douglas.

It was an embarrassing situation for Susan, but she knew it would have been a lot more embarrassing if Miss Thomas had caught them a few moments later. As it was, Tim only had his hand up her skirt and they were kissing. A few moments later and Miss Thomas would have seen her with her dress up above her hips and Tim's cock going into her cunt. She was glad that didn't happen.

Still it was hard to explain.

That afternoon they had called her parents and they'd both come for her.

It was a silent ride going home. Her father kept giving her angry glances. Her mother seemed uncaring, as if it was just another burden for her to bear.

He took her to her room immediately. Her father closed the door behind them and started taking off his belt.

"We were just making out," Susan explained.

"Making out, shit!" her father shouted. "I know what you were doing. How many other boys have you fucked?"

"I haven't," Susan lied.

"I know what you've been doing, Goddamn it!" he roared. "And I know the right punishment for it."

He swung the heavy belt at her and Susan jumped back. She tripped and fell across her bed. Her short skirt rose up even higher to reveal the white flesh of her thighs. She saw her father lick his dry lips as he stared at her.

"Well now," he said. "On second thought I think I should take you across my lap. Just like when you were little."

Susan couldn't fight her father. She could run away from him, but she couldn't fight him. She quickly jumped to the other side of her bed, but he followed her around.

"Stay still," he commanded. "Don't run away from me or I'll give it to you worse."

She sat still. Tears burned at her eyes as her father sat down beside her. He took her arm and pulled her across his lap.

She was unprepared for what happened next.

He took the end of her skirt and pulled it to her waist. She knew her buttocks would be completely revealed by the flimsy fabric of her panties.

"Oh no!" she said in shame.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm your father."

He started spanking her. At first the blows were hard. But before long the blows became softer and softer until they became little more than caresses.

Her father's breath began to get erratic.

"Fucking boys," he said softly. "That's all you're good for. Just fucking boys."

He pulled her so that her cunt was resting on his prick. She felt how hard his cock was.

"Oh no," she said as she felt her father's big hand go beneath her panties and start playing with her buttocks. "Oh please."

"What's the matter?" her father asked. "What you've been giving the others is all I ask. Isn't your father's prick good enough for you?"

"But you're my father!"

"Shit," he said. "That don't stop up no holes. I still know how to use one. Ask your mother."

Susan sobbed as he picked her up and dropped her down on the bed. He began to strip off his clothes. She saw his hairy chest and then his shorts especially where his prick was bunched up.

"No," he said, looking at her with excitement. "You take my shorts off."

Susan took the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down over his legs. He picked his feet up and she pulled them off. She raised her head and saw his erect prick waiting for her.

"Kiss it," he said. "Show me how you suck the boys."

Susan closed her eyes. She'd tasted cum before. She'd sucked off a lot of boys at school. But somehow sucking her father felt repulsive to her. She didn't want to touch his cock.

He took a handful of her blonde hair in his iron grip.

"I said kiss it."

She kissed it. Very lightly. He wouldn't stand for that. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her face back to his cock. He pushed it at her mouth.

"Goddammmmmn!" he roared. "You know how to do it. I know you do. Now do it right. Make me happy."

There was no way out. She opened her mouth and took his hard prick between her lips. How many times had she seen this same hard prick going into her mother's pussy, with her mother groaning and moaning? How many times? It seemed the most vulgar thing she'd ever done.

"Goddamn," he said softly. "I knew you knew how. Now suck it good, baby, and I'll give you a present."

She knew what the present would be, but she saw no way to avoid it. She sucked his rigid flesh deep into her throat. His firm prick pushed at the back of her throat and he groaned loudly.

She used her tongue in the tight confines, rubbing the top of his prick as well as she could. She had never sucked a bigger prick but she had long since learned to breathe from her nose while she sucked cock.

"Shit," he said. "Shit, shit, shit! I knew you had a good mouth."

She wanted him to come quickly, so she nursed his cock like a baby.