J. Watson: Raped teacher

She found Rebus working on a tractor in his field. She though that he looked just as she expected him to look. A country redneck.

"Mr. Turner," she had said.

Rebus looked at her. His ugly, dirty eyes went over her body and she suddenly wished that she had dressed a lot differently.

"Yes," he said.

"I'm your son's teacher. I'm afraid that we need to reach an understanding about Jeff."

"What kind of understanding?" he asked.

"About his schoolwork. He needs to be in school more. He's a bright boy."

"Shit!" Rebus had exploded. She had been shocked.

"He don't need to be in school. He's got plenty of work to do around here. He don't need nothing out of a school. I can teach him what he needs to know to farm."

"But he doesn't want to be a farmer," she said. "He wants to be an artist. He has talent."

"Shit," Rebus said again. "Ain't no Goddamned painting going to put meat on the table."

"But Mr. Turner…"

"I'm done talking. I got work to do."

Rebus picked up his tools and began walking toward the barn. She followed. She was thinking quickly. There had to be some way to convince him that his son needed to be in school. Evidently her charm wasn't working.

He entered the darkness of the barn and she followed.

"Mr. Turner," she began. "You have to talk to me about it."

"There's nothing to say. I want my boy home when I need him. He's a good, hard worker."

Rebus was putting his tools up. He wiped them clean with a rag before he put them up on the shelf. Suddenly Erica thought she'd try to really come on with him. Not really flirting but letting him know that she was a woman. And an attractive one.

She bent close to his elbow. She knew he could smell her perfume and he was getting turned on by it.

"Can't we talk sensibly about this?"

She had only wanted to get him to be a little easier with her. She hadn't meant to give him any ideas. But Rebus Turner was a man who acted as he felt. Suddenly his hands were around her waist and be was drawing her to him. His brutal lips smashed down on hers. His hands started caressing her buttocks.

She slapped his face and jumped away.

"You animal!" she screamed.

"Me? You come out here shaking those tits at me and you call me an animal? What kind of bitch are you?"

Erica tried to think of an answer, but none would come. She turned and stormed out of the barn. There was nothing else she could do for Jeff.

A year later Erica had heard that he'd quit school and went to work on his father's farm.

"Oh my God!" Erica said, recalling that incident six years ago.

"Yes," Rebus said as he turned the truck into his driveway. "We're going to my house. Don't you want to see Jeff again?"

"I want to go home," Erica said. "P-Please take me home."

Rebus pulled the truck over onto the side of the road. He looked proudly at the woman beside him. It had been a long time since he'd been as turned on by a woman as she'd turned him on that day in the barn. She smelled good and he knew her flesh was tender and tasty.

She didn't look so clean now, but he found he was drawn to her even more.

"Why, Miss Thomas," he said. "Don't you want to see Jeff again?"

"I want to go home!"

"But you were so concerned with him once. What's changed your mind?"

"I haven't changed my mind. I just want to go home."

"And I want to kiss you," he said.

"Oh God!"

He was already bending toward her. She didn't try and fight him. His lips came down on hers and mashed the breath from her. After a few moments, she was choking for breath.

He drew back.

"You look all nice and sweaty and fuckable," he said. "And that's what I'm going to do. Fuck you. I wanted to that day you came out to the barn, but you thought I was evil and ugly. Just a farmer and not good enough for you. Well, I'm going to get my cock into you now, baby."

"Please," Erica said.

But she could think of nothing else to say as his lips came down on hers again. His tongue probed between her lips and she opened her mouth to admit him. He pushed his fat tongue deep into her throat and wiggled it around.

She pushed him away.

"Stop!" she said. "Please stop!"

"I want to see them titties," he said. "I got to see them titties."

"What are…"

Suddenly his big hand caught the front og her blouse and ripped it down. Buttons popped away. His hand got into the top of her bra and ripped it off. He was holding the two halves of her bra between his fingers, looking at her exposed tits. He licked his dry lips.

"God," he said.

They were more beautiful than he would have thought. His wife had big titties. She had big, soft titties that he liked to suck on, but they weren't as firm as Erica's tits. Erica had such big brown nipples.

"You've got a sweet pair of tits."

Erica relaxed. She knew there was no way out for her. She was tired and humiliated and she didn't have the strength to fight. He tugged up her skirt and pulled off her panties. His fingers started rubbing her cunt.

"Shit! I need some pussy. I need some of the schoolteacher's pussy. Oh shit, I need some sweet pussy!"

He was pushing her against the door and climbing on top of her. He had his pants unzipped and his huge cock was hanging out. Erica groaned as she felt his weight come down on her. He wasn't even taking off his pants. His buttons scratched her thighs.

"Fuck me! Move your ass! Make me blow my was inside you!"

She felt his prick between her legs. He pushed and his cock slipped into her cunt easily. She was mashed into an uncomfortable position. His prick began going into her pussy.

"Oh God!" he moaned. "Goddamned good pussy. Goddamned fucking good pussy. I knew you would be. Fucking good pussy."

His weight was becoming unbearable. She shut her eyes and tried to think of something else, but all she could think of was that cock slipping in and out of her pussy. She tried not to think of how many other cocks had fucked her that day. How many other times cocks had exploded with their hot white semen into her mouth, ass and pussy.

She felt dirty. She felt lower than the lowest of whores.

"Damn you!" Rebus said. "Move your ass! Move your ass like you like it."

She tried to make him happy. She wanted him to come as quickly as possible.

He moaned. "Shit! I'm going to come! I'm going to flood your cunt with my cum. Oh shittttttttt!"

She felt his cock grow and then his cum was exploding against her insides. She kept moving until she had drained his cock dry of juice.

"Okay, bitch," Rebus said. "Put your blouse on. We're going to the house."

"Can't you just take me home?" Erica asked. "Didn't you get what you wanted?"

"Hell," Rebus said. "I've just started. Now put your fucking clothes on."

She tugged down her skirt and pulled her blouse around her as well as she could. He started the truck again and drove her down to his house.

"Get out," he commanded.

She climbed wearily out of the truck. A woman came to the door. She was about ten years older than Erica, but she looked twice as tired. She was attractive but in a weary way.

"Why did you bring her here?" she asked. "I found her on the road," Rebus said. His wife's eyes went to the bare expanse of flesh that was exposed by the ripped blouse.

"But you had your fun," she said. "Now why did you have to bring her here?"

"Because I'm going to have some more fun," Rebus said. "We're going to keep her here for a while…"

"No, we can't…"

"What?" Rebus' voice grew hard. "Are you telling me that I can't keep her here?"

It looked as if the woman were still going to refuse. Her face grew hard, but her lips trembled. She raised one hand and pointed it at Erica. "You whore!"