J. Watson: Raped teacher

She didn't think it possible but his cock was again exciting her. She could feel the heat in her groin and her nipples were getting hard again. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him tight.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, Tim!"

He could feel her immediate excitement as he began to really fuck her. He started pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, feeling her moan each time his hardness rubbed against her sensitive clit.

"Shit!" he said. "Shit, you're making me feel good!"

Tim could feel an aching in his balls. He hadn't expected Miss Thomas to be so easy. He had expected her to fight him more, and to be a bad fuck in the end. He had only wanted to punish her for what she did to him and Susan. He had never expected to enjoy it so much.

But she was a hot bitch. As soon as he saw her titties, he knew she was going to be good. Really good. He began to quicken his stroke. He moved his hands up to caress her titties. Such nice titties. Carl was really going to enjoy her because he liked a girl with big titties. Of course, he also liked a girl that fought him and it didn't look like Miss Thomas was going to fight. Hell, she was hotter than a Fourth of July firecracker.

She was better than Susan. Tim admitted that to himself. Half the fucking time, Susan simply lay there like a dead log and allowed herself to be fucked. Now and then she was willing to suck his cock but only for a few minutes.

Tim decided that he was going to make a long weekend out of it. Teacher was going to get more than she could handle.

"God," Erica was moaning. "Oh God, I can feel your cock growing in me. I know you're going to come. I know I'm going to come. Oh faster! Fuck me faster!"

It was the first time Erica had said the word fuck in her life, and she found it excited her even more to hear it coming from her own lips. She ground her hot cunt harder against his stiff prick.

God, how she loved it. It was different than she had thought. There was only pain in the beginning. After that, there was nothing to be frightened of. She knew Tim must have thought her the worst kind of whore.

After all, he had come to rape her and now she was enjoying it. Women who got raped weren't suppose to be enjoying it. But his hands were caressing her hot titties and his cock felt so good going inside her.

"Jesus," she moaned. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh fuck, I can't stand it! Oh fuck me hard, Tim!"

Tim fucked her as violently as he could. He felt her hips begin to jerk underneath him and then her hot juices were once again flowing out. He felt the heat around his cock-head as she pushed her cunt against him.

"Shit," Tim said. "I'm going to flood your hot cunt. I'm going to really give it to you! I'm going to fill your hot cunt with my cum! Oh shitttttt!"

She lifted her ass as she felt him jerk, and then his hot cum was hitting her cunt walls. She felt his cock jerking spasmodically as he emptied himself out into her.

"God," Tim moaned. "God! God! God! God! God!"

Finally he was done. His prick gave one last jerk and he emptied out the last of his hot love juice. She was able to stop trembling as he fell away from her.

"God," he said. "That was the best I ever had. The best anybody ever had."

Tim stood up and started gathering up his clothes. Erica started to do the same.

"No," Tim said. "There's no sense in putting on your clothes."

She realized what he meant. "You're not giving me to them," she said. "You said I was good. I can be good for you some more. Only don't let them have me!"

"Sorry," Tim said. "You really are good and you're going to be good for me some more. But it's their turn."

Erica ran. She had no idea where she was running to, but she knew she had to get away. It had been in the back of her mind that by being nice to Tim she could avoid being fucked by the other four. But now she knew that was no good and she had to get away.

"Hey!" Tim yelled. "She's getting away!"

Tim was tugging on his trousers as he started after her. He didn't have them on good and he tripped and fell. She was running into the stream before he could get up to follow her.

She ran into the darkest part of the wood. She had no idea of what to do except keep running. Perhaps she could find a road or a highway or at least someone to help.

"Over here!" Carl yelled.

Suddenly she was face to face with Carl. He had run around the wood and cut her off. He grabbed her.

"Come on, Teacher," he said softly. "Let's get to it. You'll like my cock better than you liked Tim's."

"Let me alone!"

She kicked at him. He was too fast for her. He grinned as her foot missed him by inches. She could hear footsteps behind her.

"You've got a beautiful pair of jugs," Carl said. "Let me feel them."

She went straight at him. For the second time he was surprised by her violence. She caught him on the cheek with her fingers and scratched until she drew blood. He stepped backwards and she kicked him in the leg. She missed his groin by bare inches.

He reached for her arms, but she kicked him again. He groaned. This time her foot had connected solidly with his groin.

"You fucking bitch!"

He still tried to reach for her again, but she slipped past him and started to run as fast as her legs would carry her. Twigs and brush scratched her.

"Here!" Carl yelled. "Here! The bitch hit me in the balls. She's got a quick foot."

Erica slipped into some brush. She didn't dare to look out, but she heard their footsteps as they passed. As soon as they got up the trail, she darted out.

She ran back for the car. She knew if she could only reach it she would leave them behind. Then she would go to a police station or something. Even as she thought of the police, Erica knew she would never go there. She didn't want anybody to know of her humiliation.

She reached the stream again. She ran up the hill to the car. She opened the door and slid inside. She reached for the ignition. No key.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Joe was standing beside the door. He had a grin on his face. He held the keys in his hand.

"I thought you might come back here," he said. "It wouldn't do to let you get away yet. I'm horny as hell, and Carl is mad as hell. Why don't you give it up? You really can't get away, you know. Just give in, Miss Thomas. It'll be easier that way."

She opened the door with a violent shove and caught Joe right in the stomach. He gave a whoosh and hit the ground. His face had turned a pale and sickly white. She tried to force the keys out of his hand, but he held them tightly.

He reached for her.

She gave him a hard kick on the side of the head and heard him groan. She started running back up the road. She could hear Joe cursing her loudly.

She followed the path for as long as she dared and then she went into the brush once more. She heard a car. She had jumped into the bushes just in time. The car came up the path. It came slowly but still faster than she could run.

She looked around her. Dense brush and trees would make it impossible to run, so she had to find another way. She waited until the car was past and then she darted back out onto the road once more.

She ran into Tim's arms.

"Give it up," Tim said. "You can't get away."

"I will," Erica said firmly.

"No, you won't," Tim said. "You can't. There's nowhere you can run."

Erica circled him cautiously.

She couldn't believe that just a few minutes before he had been giving her so much pleasure.

"Stay away from me," she warned. "Don't come near me or I'll hurt you!"

Tim shrugged. "I won't try, but you can't get away. Carl's right behind you."

Like a dummy, Erica fell for his trick. She turned her head to look and suddenly Tim tackled her. He knocked her to the ground and his hands went around her. He pinned her arms to her sides and started calling for help.