J. Watson: Raped teacher

"How about another little kiss?" he asked.

He didn't wait for her answer. His mouth bruised hers and she felt his tongue probing at her lips. She opened her mouth and admitted his tongue. After all, there was no sense in making them mad. Every boy there had fucked her.

Carl found one of her titties through the cotton halter. He began to rub her nipple until she grew hard. She pushed his hand away, but he put it back.

She started to push him away again, but he wouldn't let her.

"Stop it," he said. "I've played with your titty before."

Susan shrugged. After all, he had played with her titty before. And he had fucked her in every position possible. She had tasted his cum more times than she could count. The only thing that made her nervous was having so many boys in the car. She didn't like to be watched.

"Let's uncover them," Carl said.

"Oh yeah," Bill said. "Uncover them. See if they're as big as Miss Thomas' tits."

"What do you know about Miss Thomas?"

Susan asked. "She could wear falsies."

"But she don't," Tim said from the front seat. "There ain't nothing about her that's false."

Susan wondered what made them laugh so hard. But then she didn't have time to wonder any longer for Carl was tugging off her halter-top and exposing her titties.

"Now those are nice," Carl said. "I like your tits more every time I see them."

"Stop!" Susan protested.

But he didn't stop. He fondled her titties with his rough hand until both her nipples were hard and she was breathing heavily.

"See," he pointed out. "You don't really want me to stop."

She didn't really. Already she was feeling the fires start to torment her. Why couldn't she be like other girls and be able to resist boys? But she couldn't. Every time a boy touched her, she seemed to shiver and grow excited.

Carl bent his head and took her tit-flesh into his mouth. Carl felt an ache in his balls and he wondered at how sexy he had been feeling that day. He had fucked Miss Thomas three times and now he was ready to go again.

He cupped Susan's ass-cheeks and squeezed.

"How hot are you, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready for old Carl?"

"No," Susan said.

Again he didn't seem to hear her.

"Pull the car over," Carl said to Timothy. "I want to fuck this juicy piece."

"I get seconds," Bill said.

Timothy pulled the car over and stopped it. He had a big grin on his face.

"Goddamn," he said. "Let's all give it to her. Just like we did Miss Thomas."

The back seat rubbed her skin raw as Bill and Carl went about stripping the rest of her clothes off. They had her naked in a few minutes and Carl was pushing her legs apart.

"Hot damn," Carl said. "I like to get it in the back seat."

Susan was already sore from the fucking her father had given her, and Carl didn't have a small prick. He hurt her slightly as he entered her.

"Move your ass, baby," he said. "You know how to move."

Despite the pain, Susan knew she needed to get it over and done with quickly. The other boys would be wanting their turns and she was impatient to get going again.

"God," Carl moaned. "I love to fuck. Christ, how I love to fuck."

"Well, shut up and fuck!" Bill commanded. "We ain't got all day. What if a cop comes along? We ain't exactly hiding."

A cop. Susan had not even considered that possibility. What if a cop did come along? It would be a bad experience, and she'd probably never get away from her father. Susan knew she had to hurry, and she knew what turned Carl on.

She reached between them and began to fondle his balls. Carl moaned. At the same time she rubbed her full titties against his chest. He liked the feel of her titties. He played with them every chance he got.

"Oh shit," Carl moaned. "She knows how. She really knows how. Holy shit, I'm going to blow my wad!"

Susan began to move urgently against him, and she started whispering soft words into his ear. She knew he also liked to hear her say dirty things and she tried to remember every dirty word she'd ever thought of.

"My God," Carl said. "She's doing it. Oh shit, she'd doing it! Oh fuck, here I come! Oh fuck!"

She squeezed his balls hard as he emptied his semen into her cunt. She kept squeezing until his prick was drained completely dry. He still lay on top of her. She knew what he was doing Carl would remain on top of her, with his prick still in her pussy, and after a few moments he would begin to get hard again. She knew she couldn't allow that.

"Oh Carl," she moaned. "That was good. That was really good. You really gave it to me that time."

She made the rest of the boys realize that Carl had already come and he was trying for seconds.

"Shit no!" Bill said. "You can have seconds later. Now it's my turn."

"Fuck you," Carl said.

"Aw come on, Carl." Bill implored. "Let us have our turn. Come on."

"Yeah, Carl," Tim said. "Don't hog all the pussy. We want some too."

"Shit," Carl said. "Okay. You can have her. But I may want another turn."

Carl was just talking and Susan knew it. Usually he would have been already hard and ready again. He must have gotten some pussy earlier. Susan wondered where and with whom? Was there some other girl in school fucking that she didn't know about? Susan doubted it.

Then she remembered that the boys had mentioned Miss Thomas, but Susan discarded that possibility. Not cold-assed Miss Thomas. There was not a sexy bone in her body. A boy would have to beat her half to death and rape her to get into her panties.

Rape. Surely the boys wouldn't have done something like that? They were wild, but they weren't that wild.

She quit thinking about Miss Thomas as Bill took Carl's position.

"Hey," he said. "How about turning over and getting on your hands and knees. I'd like to fuck you in the ass."

"You know I don't like that," Susan said.

"Shit, come on," Bill said. "You like it after I get in. And you've got such a sweet, tight ass."

"Do it for him," Carl said. "Go ahead and give him a piece of your ass."

Susan turned over on her hands and knees so that her ass was up in the air. She felt Bill's hands parting her ass-cheeks. One finger was inserted into her tight asshole.

"Now be gentle," Susan warned. "I won't let you if you're not gentle."

"Hell yeah," Bill said. "I'll be gentle. I'll be real fucking gentle."

She felt his hard prick pressing against her tiny asshole. He pushed and his cock-head entered her. Susan tried to relax every muscle. She had been ass-fucked before. Carl had been the first and he wasn't gentle. It had hurt for days.

After a few more times she had learned how to control her muscles so that she could relax and the pain wouldn't be so bad. She had actually learned to enjoy it once the boy got his cock inside her. She didn't want to get excited today. She only wanted to make each boy come as quickly as possible. She was still worried about the possibility of a cop showing up.

Bill pushed harder and his prick was slowly going into her ass. He was stretching her ass walls and the pain was growing worse. It was hard to relax with her nose pressed against the window of a car and her legs and arms in such a cramped, confining position.

"Oh," Susan moaned as his prick went all the way into her ass and his balls slapped against her.

"Holy fuck," Bill said. "I'd almost forgotten how tight her ass really is. Hot damn, what a fuck."

He had forgotten about being gentle. Now his prick was going into her violently and she grunted each time his heavy balls fell against her ass.

"Gentle," she warned. "Gentle, Goddamn it."

He cupped her titties and he pulled her ass closer to his cock.

"You just relax," he said. "I'll worry about being gentle. My prick is soft and tender. He won't hurt you."