J. Watson: Raped teacher

"Shit! Shit, this feels good."

This was what Joe had wanted from the first moment he'd put his eyes on Miss Thomas. She'd been a cold-looking bitch. She wore tight skirts that were short enough to show her thighs when she sat down, but she did it only to show herself off. All the boys knew that she never went out with men.

"Ahhhhh, God!" Joe moaned. "Ahhhhh, God!"

Goddamn, but he loved it when he could get his hot cock deep into a woman's mouth. He liked the way her soft tongue kept caressing him even though he knew it was unintentional on her part. He felt an ache in his balls, and he knew it would not be long before he flooded her with his hot cum.

"All the way into your belly, bitch!" he said. "All the way into your belly."

Danny started groaning. His prick was becoming slippery with her juices and his cock grew inside her cunt.

"Goddamn!" he moaned. "I'm going to come. Oh shit, I am coming! Oh fuck you, Miss Thomas! Spread your hot legs for me. Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk!"

Joe felt her jump as Danny poured his hot cum into her pussy. Danny fell away and Joe pushed her head back. Now he straddled her head.

"Now swallow it all, Miss Thomas," he said. "Swallow it all or I'll break your head!"

Holding her head tightly, he began to fuck deep into her throat. He could feel her almost choking on the huge length of his cock. He didn't care. Goddamn, but her tonsils felt good. Shit, but she was a good piece.

"Here I come!" he groaned. "Here I fucking come! Now you swallow it, bitch. You swallow it all! Oh shittttt!"

Erica felt his prick jump in her throat and then his hot cum was flooding her. She tried to swallow, but his cum was too thick. Some of it ran down her cheeks.

"Keep swallowing, bitch!"

He kept pouring his cum into her throat. She was afraid she was going to be sick. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was fly and swallow his thick, hot cum before she choked. His jizz had a strong, salty taste that wasn't really bad, but there was just too damn much of it.

Finally he was done. He withdrew his wet cock from Erica's mouth with a loud pop.

"You're pretty good," he said. "Not as good as Susan, but you're pretty good."

Erica took one corner of the blanket and wiped her face.

"You bastards!" Erica moaned. "You're all bastards!"

She looked up through tear-dimmed eyes and saw Bill Hake tearing his clothes off. He revealed his hot prick.

"I want your ass," he said. "Just like Carl."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes," Bill smiled.

Erica was exhausted. She had no idea how many times the boys had fucked her, but it seemed like hundreds. She was covered with their white seed. Now they were gathering up their clothes.

"We'll see you later," Tim said. "Maybe you won't be shaking that ass so proudly in school any more."

"You're just going to leave me here?"

"Sure. Why should we take you back? We're done with you."

"I'm going to the police," Erica said.

"No, you won't," Carl said. "You'll never go to the police and tell them what happened. You'd be too ashamed. Just think about all those moans of pleasure while we were fucking your brains out just think about those and you won't go to the police. Not ever."

Erica couldn't give him an answer because she knew that what he said was true. She couldn't go to the police. She would never be able to tell anyone about what had happened to her. Carl bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. He tenderly patted her pussy.

"Now you keep it warm for me, Teach," he said. "I might want to use it again sometime."

The boys finished dressing and crowded into the car. Tim was driving. He waved at her just before the car vanished around the bend in the road.

It was starting to rain. Erica gathered up her clothes and dressed. She kicked angrily at the blanket. She knew that she would never again be able to face those boys. She would have to find a new teaching job somewhere else.

Her body felt bruised and tired. She had no idea of where she was, but she started walking in the direction that the boys had taken.

A half hour later it started raining harder. The dirt on the road was turning to mud. She heard a car.

It was not a car, she soon saw, but a truck. It came down the road and stopped beside her. A beefy red-faced man looked down at her.

"Hop in," he said. "This is no time for a woman to be walking on this road."

Erica didn't like the looks of the man, but she didn't have much choice. She opened the truck door and climbed in beside him. She tried to straighten her dress out quickly, but she felt his hot eyes on the strip of thigh she revealed as she climbed into the truck.

"You're a mighty pretty woman," he said. "What's a pretty woman like you doing way out here?"

"I was out here looking around," Erica said. "And my car broke down."

"Now that's strange," he said. "There ain't much around here to look at."

"I-I was just looking at the woods."

"Well now," he said. "The woods is pretty. But you know, I saw those boys coming down here a while ago. Didn't you see them?"

"No."

"Well, I don't know how they missed you. Like I said, you're a pretty woman. I sure wouldn't have missed you."

"Please," Erica said. "Just take me to the highway or to some place where I can call a cab."

"Ain't you got nobody you can call?"

"No," Erica said, and then she realized that she should have said yes.

She had just implied to the man that there was nobody looking for her. She suddenly felt a little frightened. This was no young boy. This was a big, country man with a streak of mean in his brown eyes.

"That is," Erica said quickly. "I've got a boyfriend, but he's not home right at this minute."

She saw that the damage had already been done.

He looked at her, grinning and licking his meaty lips.

"I bet those boys raped the shit out of you," he said.

"Oh God… No!"

"I kind of thought that they brought you down here. I know horny teenagers when I see them. Did you like it?"

"P-Please," Erica said. "Just let me out. I'll walk the rest of the way."

"I asked you a question!"

"No," Erica said. "I didn't like it."

"Shit," he said. "You're a lying bitch. I can see it in your eyes." He elbowed her in the ribs. "Now tell me the truth. I bet you got a little pleasure out of it. All those swinging cocks!"

"Please," Erica tried again. "Just let me out."

His face grew ugly.

"What did you do?" he asked. "Did you lead them on until they couldn't stand it any more?"

"I'm their teacher!" Erica said defiantly. "They just wanted to hurt me."

"I know what you are," he said bitterly. "Don't you think that I've seen you prancing around that school? I had a boy in your class."

Erica looked at him sharply. And then she remembered where she had seen him before. The big, red face. The yellow teeth. The hard muscles bulging out beneath the dirty shirt.

"Oh my God!"

"So now you remember," he laughed. "I thought you would."

She remembered all right. It was about six years ago since she had last seen him. The year she had first started teaching. She wondered how she could have ever forgotten him.

His name was Rebus Turner. She had taught his son Jeff. Jeff was a quiet, sensitive boy who loved books. He wanted to be somebody. The problem was he couldn't come to school as often as he wanted. His father would often keep him out to help with the farm chores.

One day she went out to see Rebus.

She hadn't meant to entice him, but she was aware of her figure. She was aware that men found her attractive and she wanted something from Rebus Turner. She wore tight pants and a tight blouse, with a very flimsy bra. She had combed her hair until it shined. She knew that few men could resist her when she looked like that.