J. Watson: Raped teacher

She swallowed up as much of his cock as she could and then slowly pulled his prick from her mouth with a loud pop. Then she repeated the process. He was groaning loudly.

She released his cock once more and she began to use her tongue. She ran her tongue down the upper side of his prick and then came back up to the head. Again she went down on his long length until she could feel his heavy balls resting against her chin.

She knew she was adept at giving blow-jobs. She knew that no girl in school had more experience in giving them. Now she was using all the experience she had to make her father come quickly. She only knew that she didn't want her father to fuck her.

"God, baby!" he groaned. "God, you can do it! I knew you could. God Almighty, what a mouth!"

She tasted the first of his lubricating fluid. She released his cock and touched the tip of her tongue to his hole. Again she tasted fluid and then just a salty taste. She knew he was getting ready to come.

"Goddamn, baby!" he said. "Take it in your mouth! I'm ready to give you my present. Goddamn, I'm going to come! Take it in your fucking mouth!"

She was almost too slow. The first spurt of white caught her on the cheek, but then her mouth was enveloping his prick once more and she was tasting his jism. She swallowed quickly as he pumped his seed into her throat. He had a heavy load. It took her a while before she had drained him dry.

Susan fell backwards. She was relieved. At least now he wouldn't fuck her. She was thankful for that.

But then her father said: "Strip."

She looked up in amazement. He was massaging the head of his cock and it was already becoming hard again. God, she'd never realized that he was so animal-like.

"Strip, I said!"

His command was to be obeyed. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. He couldn't wait. He took the neck of her blouse and ripped it into two halves. She had not worn a bra.

She blushed as she felt his hot eyes taking in her ample tits. She couldn't believe that it was her father looking at her tits. She was beginning to feel a little warm under his gaze. She'd always been proud of her titties. And when boys looked at them, she'd always pushed them out to show their creamy flesh to good advantage.

Now she was feeling proud again and she wished she wasn't.

Not in front of her father.

"Now the rest," he said. "Take it all off. Quickly, Goddamn it!"

She reached for the zipper of her short skirt and pulled her skirt off. Now she stood before him in only her flimsy panties. She saw his eyes go to the junction of her thighs, where her blonde pubic hair was visible.

"The panties," he said. "Now the panties."

She stripped the panties off her long legs. She could not take her eyes away from his prick. It had slowly grown to full length as he watched her undress.

"Shit," he said. "I've got to fuck you!"

Now he was really like an animal. He pushed her onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He gave a shove and buried his cock in her cunt.

He fucked her violently.

He squeezed her tits, her ass, her thighs; he kissed her in every place he could reach. His violently fucking prick was beginning to turn her on. She didn't want to get turned on by her father, but it was happening.

It was pure passion, no love, no tenderness. He fucked her as he would have fucked the lowest whore and she found that she was enjoying it.

"Got you now," he whispered into her ear. "I knew you liked to fuck. I knew it would turn you on as soon as I got my cock in. You're just like your mother. She starts moaning when I get my prick in her."

And now Susan was moaning. She was experiencing exciting shivers as his cock slammed forcefully into her. His fingers found her ass and pried her ass-cheeks apart. One finger slipped into her asshole and he began to massage her there.

It was like he was beating her with his cock. Before, the boys had been exciting and their cocks helped her to make it exciting, but it had never been like this.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but then she couldn't hold it back any more.

"Oh my God!" he cried. "Oh Jesus Christ! I've never been fucked like this. Oh Jesus!"

He laughed as he slammed his meat into her cunt.

"I told you," he said. "I told you you'd love it. I know what kind of girl you are."

She no longer cared that it was her father who was fucking her. She no longer cared about anything except the delicious hunk of meat that was filling her cunt. She rubbed her pussy against him and her ass came off the bed in quick movements.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me good!"

They both came at the same time. One moment he was driving himself into her and the next, his seed was filling her hot cunt. She flooded him with her juices at the same instant.

"Oh shit!" he yelled. "Oh shit, you're good. Good and tight, cunt. Good and tight!"

The trembling in her body stopped and she became ashamed again. Never before had she been so used. She turned her face away as he tried to kiss her.

"No kiss, huh?" he questioned. "Well, that's all right. I don't need tenderness. Just your pussy."

"No," she said. "Never again."

His voice sneered at her. "Never. Bullshit. I can have you any time I want you. You've got a hungry cunt. You need a good hard cock, and I can give you one. You enjoyed it too much, baby. Pretty soon you'll be begging for another fucking like you just had. I know cunt."

He got up and dressed. She didn't look at him.

She was afraid she would show the truth in her eyes. She had enjoyed it. If it had been any other man but her father, she would have been begging him for more in a minute. But he was her father.

She heard the door close softly and she knew he was gone.

She got up and took a long hot shower. She dressed and lay back down on the bed. It was a long time before she could gather up courage to get up.

She heard the noises as soon as she opened the door to her bedroom.

Soft moans came from the kitchen.

She walked down the hall and peered in. Her father had gone straight from her to her mother. He had her mother bent over the table and his hard cock was going into her fleshy ass. Susan's mother was moaning and crying out loud. Her father saw Susan and he smiled at her.

"Don't worry," his smile seemed to say. "I'll save up enough for you tonight."

Susan knew then that she had to leave. She hurried back to her bedroom and packed her bags. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to get away from that house. Another fucking from her father and she might never want to leave again.

She took two bags and climbed out her window. She was dressed in jeans and a halter top. She hoped to catch a ride on the highway. Perhaps somebody would come along.

She had walked about a block when she heard a car. She turned and saw that it was some of the boys from school coming up behind her. Tim Douglas was driving.

"Hey, Susan," he called. "Where you going?"

"Just away."

"Well get in. We can take you someplace." She was a little hesitant. After the first time, she'd made it a rule never to go off with more than one boy. Boys could get rough when they were with friends. They were softer, more gentle when they were by themselves.

But Carl wasn't taking no for an answer. He opened the back door and pulled her in between him and Bill Hake. Danny Jeffries was in the front seat with Tim.

Susan could smell beer off all their breaths.

"I don't think I should go with you," Susan said.

But the boys were not listening. Tim had turned on the radio and loud music filled the car. Carl pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.

"Hey, Susan," he said softly. "Do you remember that first time? With me and Charles."

How could she ever forget? Carl's hand dropped to her knee and he began to squeeze her tender flesh.