J. Watson - Raped teacher

"You're not bringing her in," Rebus said.

He didn't like the looks of the girl. She looked as if she'd been hurt bad and a girl who'd been hurt was not what he needed around here. What if she died? There would be reports that would have to be made and perhaps one of the girls he'd brought there would come forward and talk.

He had always explained them as simply friends to Jeff, but he had a feeling that Jeff knew what they were there for. Rebus could get into a lot of trouble no matter which way he turned.

Jeff picked the girl up in his arms and walked toward the house.

"She's not coming in!" Rebus insisted.

"What do you suggest I do with her?" Jeff asked.

"I don't give a damn. Take her to the hospital or leave her beside the road. But she's not coming in."

Rebus crossed his arms against his chest. Jeff stood before him quietly, the girl still in his arms. Susan was moaning softly now and then, and he knew she needed rest and attention.

His father smiled and Jeff decided what he was going to do. He had always felt so frightened of his father, but now he knew that he was strong enough to face him.

"Fuck you," Jeff said.

A pained expression came across his father's face as Jeff pushed past him. He carried the girl inside and to his bedroom. He put her down on the bed. He heard his mother come into the room behind him.

"Who is she?" his mother asked.

"A girl I knew at school. She's been hurt bad. A few boys hurt her."

There was a gasp and he looked up to see another woman standing there. At first he didn't recognize her. Another one of his father's friends. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a frilly blouse. He could tell she wore no bra.

"Susan!" Erica said. "What's happened to her?"

And then Jeff realized who she was. Miss Thomas. Erica Thomas. His cold teacher whom he'd had so many wet dreams about. What was she doing here? She was certainly not his father's type of woman.

"It's Susan," Miss Thomas said. "I know her from school. What's happened to her?"

"A few boys got rough with her."

"Were Tim and Carl among them?" Miss Thomas asked.

"They were," Jeff said. "But I don't think they're going to be bothering anyone for quite a while."

A look of smug self-satisfaction came across Erica's face. So Jeff had hurt them. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he had hurt them badly. She was glad. They had paid for their brutal use of her.

She looked sadly at Susan. Susan was breathing heavily and looked as if she had passed out.

"Both of you," Jeff's mother interrupted, "get out of here. I'm going to work on her and see if I can fix her up a little. It won't be nice to watch."

Jeff nodded. He followed Miss Thomas out of the room. They went into the living room. His father sat in one of the big chairs. His face was flushed red. There was a bottle of whiskey in his big hand.

"Fuck me," he said. "So that's how you treat your father, after he does his best to raise you the right way."

Jeff said nothing.

"So now you're not talking to me. I swear you're a hell of a son for a man to have."

"I'm leaving you, Rebus," Jeff said softly. "I'm taking my share of this year's profit and I'm leaving. I can't stay here any more."

"Leaving!" Rebus gasped. He gripped the bottle hard. "What the hell do you mean! You can't leave me! You can't!"

"I'm taking half and the old pick-up," Jeff said. "I think that's fair."

"But what the hell are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Jeff said. "Maybe I'll travel. Maybe I'll go back to school."

"You Goddamn fool! School never did anything for anybody. What did it do for her?" Rebus pointed at Miss Thomas. "She's just a whore like any other cunt with two legs and a hole. Her education don't mean a damn thing when she's on her back."

"Please, Rebus!" Erica stopped him.

Erica had seen the hurt look that flashed in Jeff's eyes and she knew he was fonder of her than she'd imagined. He didn't like his father talking about her this way.

"Please hell!" Rebus said. "A whore, and you'll be just as bad if you go away."

"I'm going," Jeff said.

Rebus came off the chair with the whiskey bottle still in his hand. His face was red with rage. He swung the bottle at Jeff and he avoided it easily. He grabbed his father's hand and twisted the bottle out of his hand.

Rebus tried to bite and kick, but Jeff held him steady.

"Cut it out," Jeff said.

"You bastard!" Rebus said. "You ungrateful bastard!"

Jeff hit him. Just a light tap on the chin, but Rebus went backwards staggering. Jeff swung hard and chopped him down like a felled tree.

Jeff looked at Miss Thomas and frowned.

He went into his father's room. He was tired. His back ached. He took off his shirt and lay down on the bed. Miss Thomas came into the room.

"What he said wasn't true," Erica said.

"It doesn't matter," Jeff said carelessly.

"It does matter to me. I'm not a whore. I was raped and when I turned to your father for help, he raped me too."

"Then why haven't you left?" he asked. "You must have had your chances."

"Because," she admitted, "I started to like it. Your father is a strong man."

"Not as strong as me," Jeff said.

"No," Erica said. "Not as strong as you."

Erica closed the door and locked it. She turned back to face Jeff. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse.

"They say I have very nice breasts," she said.

She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it. Her titties were firm and huge. She arched her back at him and the nipples became hard points.

He was tired but not that tired.

"Come over here," Jeff said.

She walked to him. He placed one hand on her right breast and massaged her for a moment. Her nipple became rock-hard underneath his sensitive touch and she moaned softly.

"Oh God, Jeffrey!"

He touched his lips to her nipple. She writhed against him as his lips caressed her. He opened his mouth and put his tongue to her hot skin. Jeff was remembering all the ninny times he had dreamed about doing something like this to Miss Thomas. How many times he had thought about touching his lips to her skin, tasting the sweet flesh of her titties?

He opened his mouth wider and drew more of her flesh into his mouth. Such sweet-tasting flesh. He couldn't get enough of it.

"Oh Jesus!" she said. "Oh Jesus, Jeff! You're killing me."

He pulled her closer to him and his hands went behind her to cup her buttocks. He could feel her trembling beneath the tight jeans. Each time his tongue touched her nipple her asscheeks would quiver.

She pushed him away and tugged frantically at her jeans. She skinned them down off her long legs and stepped out of them. She wore no underwear.

"God, you're beautiful," he said.

"Kiss my pussy," she urged him. "Put your mouth on my hot pussy."

He had never done that before, but he felt the urgent need in her body. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her pussy against his face. He tasted her sweet juices.

"Your tongue," she said. "Put your tongue in."

He opened his mouth and his tongue slipped into the warm hotness of her cunt. He massaged her cunt walls for a few moments and then his lips found her clit. She jumped as his lips closed over her clit.

"God," she moaned. "God! God! God!"

He continued to suck on her clit until the ache in his balls became too much to bear. He finally had to push her away and he stripped off the rest of his clothes. His cock was hard and throbbing and ready for the plunge into her moist pussy.

"Oh God!" she said. "It's so big! I need it! Oh God, how I need it!"

He pulled her on top of him so that she was positioned over his prick. Then he drove his aching cock up into her cunt deeply. She cried out loud as his hot staff was buried into her pussy.