Elizabeth Watson

Revenge on teacher

CHAPTER ONE

It still amazed Jeannette Delaney that she had actually had the nerve to leave her husband. Her father had left her mother when she had been quite a small child and she had always vowed that she would make her marriage work, no matter what. However, that hadn't turned out to be the case, she had tried and tried and tried but she hadn't been able to smooth things out with her husband, she knew deep in her heart that her own sexual frigidity was a lot to blame, was in fact the prime source of the anger and pain that her husband directed to her, but nothing she did seemed to work.

She had worked with a sex therapist for a while but even he hadn't been able to loosen her up and her husband's constant and brutal demands on her body had finally driven her out of his door. She had given in her resignation to the school where she taught and quite unbeknown to her husband she had written for another post at a school in Boulder, a small town near Denver.

She had waited patiently for their reply, enduring constant humiliation from her husband as she did so and finally she had received an answer from them. Her credentials were first rate and she had been accepted by the Board of Directors, a plane ticket was enclosed and she knew that the phase of her life with her husband was over.

She recalled her last night with Dennis, how he had come home drunk and she had realized that she had one last night to endure with him. It gave her a certain sense of satisfaction to know that she would never have to put up with his cruel, drunken ways again and somehow it hadn't been quite as difficult to endure his sexual attack. She had realized he was dead drunk from the moment she heard him fumbling with the door and he had grabbed her cruelly almost the moment he had entered the house.

"Come on baby, let's fuck," he had growled drunkenly, "I've been thinking about it for hours."

"Please Dennis," she had begged, "not now," but her pleas were to no avail, the drunken man wanted her and she knew that it was no use struggling with him, when he was in this kind of a mood she had to give in to him, it was all she could do.

She recalled now how he had grabbed her and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her on the bed savagely, tearing at her clothes as he did so. Suddenly she recalled she was naked and Dennis was tearing at his own clothes, muttering wildly as he did so, "you bitch, I'm going to fuck you when I want."

Remember, she had told herself over and over again inwardly, this is the last time, the very last time, tomorrow you'll be on the plane and it will all be over.

Then Dennis was by the bed, his massively throbbing cock standing proudly up like a truncheon against his hairy abdomen; then, without warning he was on top of her, clamping her to the bed with one heavily muscled arm. His greedy mouth had clamped down onto hers as he tried to pry open wide her legs with his knees.

"Come on you bitch, get those legs opened," he had growled.

Jeannette was desperate as she flailed her head from side to side to escape his cruel grasping hands, her short brown curly hair bobbing on the pillow as she groaned and sobbed, trying madly to remember that it was almost all over.

She felt her husband spread her smooth, white thighs even farther apart with his knees and ground his pelvis hard into her squirming defenselessly naked loins. The hollows of her buttocks jerked spasmodically, as he reached down between their two bodies to grasp his heatedly pulsating cock. He worked the blood-inflated head of his rigid shaft up and down the hot length of the narrow, hair-lined furrow until he found the snug little opening to her wetly cringing cunt. Ramming his long hard penis forward with all the strength of his back and legs, he drove his massive length into her tender pussy passage with one mercilessly vicious lunge.

Jeannette wilted before his attack, wailing in pain, her tormented body wildly thrashing on the bed, her flaring young hips jerking futilely back onto the soft mattress. All her efforts were useless; she was impaled on his hardened rod of flesh, impaled like a biologist's specimen on a display card, her legs flailing wildly out in her effort to escape.

His rock hard shaft of lust-filled maleness battered deeper into her warmly yielding flesh until his hair-covered loins crashed into hers with a resoundingly painful slap. Only a little white stretch of his cock showed above her hideously stretched cuntal lips, as he held it there, completely submerged in the secret recesses of her quivering belly, the warm; wet walls of her unwilling cunt tightly clasped around the great length and breadth of his phallus.

Dennis didn't wait. He didn't even give her a chance to adjust to the presence of his giant, hotly throbbing cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. He just began to fuck, ramming in and out of her widely stretched pussy like some feral, rutting animal, his only lustful thought to shoot his hot sticky load of impatiently churning semen deep up inside her soft-white belly where it belonged. After all, she was his wife!

He immediately began to pound into her with long, vicious strokes, closing his mind to her weeping as she sobbed in unbearable humiliation before his relentlessly pistoning shaft. He slid his hands down her wildly flailing body, shoving them under the backs of her thighs, pushing them up and back until her knees pressed into the mattress over her shoulders and she was rolled into a tight fleshy ball of anguished servility. Jeannette groaned over and over again as he maniacally fucked into the wide-spread split between her legs that was now completely open to his desire. His grinding groin smacked hard against her helplessly exposed vagina until he could hear the wet thud of his loins against hers. His shoulders propped against the backs of her shapely firm calves held her in the defenseless position as he savagely pummeled her.

"Oh Dennis, Dennis you can't. Nooooooooo!" she wailed piteously beneath him.

"Shut up bitch and move it, move your ass," he growled.

Reaching underneath her writhing body, he drove his hands under the full, white cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly kneading at the softly warm flesh, pulling the globes far apart to emphasize with pain his cruel command.

"Please Dennis, you're killing me," she sobbed.

"Shut up and move your cunt," he commanded, painfully squeezing her fleshy ass cheeks.

Jeannette sobbed and commenced a jerky, unwilling rotation of her hips up against his riveting cock to escape the unbearable pain of his fingernails cutting into her flesh. Long red marks followed the paths of his punishing fingers, and her misery and subjugation grew proportionately with his sayage lust.

His long, hard strokes beat into her wet, tightly clasping passage. With each out-thrust, he withdrew his rigid hardness until only the lust-swollen head remained just inside her tortured cunt, then lunged forward with animal strength until his sperm-bloated balls banged into her wide-split anal crack. She groaned helplessly as her nakedly exposed vagina was plundered in his bestial onslaught, her ripe, young body driven back with each jackhammer thrust. Her arms were pinned to her sides by her updrawn legs, and she could feel the monstrous cock head heatedly slipping up and down inside her aching cunt.

Dennis suddenly speeded his penetration of her defenseless little pussy, riddling into her without thought of mercy or of her own pleasure. The sound of his deep animal-like grunts with her pitiful moans filled the room, mingling with the noise of flesh slapping against flesh and the moist sound of his pile-driving cock lancing in and out of her painfully burning cunt. Ignoring her cries of hurt and shame, he grasped and pinched at her supple young flesh beneath him. He wanted to possess and then destroy this frigid bitch who had never shown any willingness to fuck him back for all these months. Already distended by lust, his angrily pulsing cock swelled in the young wife's tight little pussy until he thought it would explode.

Lie plunged deep, deep up into her wildly quivering cunt, ramming mercilessly. Jeannette tried to hold back the squeal of pain, but she couldn't and she cried out again with each merciless thrust and whipped her legs in a vain effort to escape. It only made matters worse, for Dennis stroked harder and harder up within her, his steelhard battering flesh splitting her tightly yielding pussy as an axe would a log.

"Look, look you bitch," Dennis commanded. He raised his chest up slightly and she was forced to look down between her trembling young breasts to where his giant, ponderously throbbing penis violated her stretched vagina; she saw her pinkly puckered pussy lips slipping around his wetly glistening shaft as he rammed in and out – in and out.

"Ooooh, no, Dennis, please, please stop," she groaned. "I can't take all of you… you're hurting me… you're oh, God…"

Harder and faster Dennis went, a crazed bull without any feeling except for his wildly moving prick; his total commitment was to the fucking of a woman beneath him. Their genitals crashed together with lewdly responding slaps, colliding with sadistic repetition. Jeannette's stomach churned in repulsion and she waited in loathing for this brutal rape by her own husband to be concluded.

Dennis kept on drubbing in and out of her like some mad machine, like some rutting beast, as he felt the heatedly throbbing buildup inside his seething balls. There was a tickling at the base of his cock as he jammed into her tightly quivering cunt to the hilt, and he knew with a certainty now that he was about to cum. He rammed forward with all his energy, the full extent of his incited cock sunk cruelly far up into her tortured womb. Jeannette whimpered, a futile gesture which only seemed to excite Dennis more. He locked his mouth to hers as hotly impatient sperm began to rise in his body, and he crushed her firmly fleshed breasts to his chest and pushed her shoulders back. He forced his hands under the cheeks of her ass, pulling them up to meet him even more as his heavily-laden testicles screwed tightly down into the shadowy wide split crevice, of her buttocks.

Jeannette wailed loudly as she was plundered almost beyond endurance. He's mad. An insane rapist. He's going to kill me. Her arms were pinned down to her sides, and she could feel his monstrous, rigidly pulsing penis as it slid up and down her inflamed cuntal channel like a red-hot iron cudgel, could feel the savage beat of his testicles against her sweat-streaked inner thighs and the rush of cool air against her crevice every time he extracted his long, hard piston.

Dennis reached his explosion. Wildly, he thrust his tongue into her mouth again, and his mighty cock swelled with sudden hugeness as the sperm amassed inside it. Then he was groaning as he came. The white hot liquid shot into Jeannette like molten lava, spewing forth in giant fiery bursts, flooding the already overflowing cavern of her helplessly cringing pussy. Dennis skewered his young wife a few more times in an effort to milk his balls completely dry, and the enormous hardened shaft continued to send out never-ending rivers of cum until his pubic hair was matted and her upturned buttocks were saturated with the run-off.

Jeannette stared at him with tear-glazed, accusing eyes as the last hot dregs of sticky sperm spewed into her pussy, then he fell forward. His prick began to retreat, to grow limp, and he breathed deeply and with great satisfaction.

Jeannette lay still now, staring up at the ceiling, her tear-streaked face a contorted mass of pain. She knew that Dennis would fall asleep now, like an animal and that he would wake up in the morning, remembering what he had done and beg her to forgive him. It was always that way, she was fucked brutally by him when he was drunk and then like a lamb he would crawl to her to beg her forgiveness, but this time it would be too late, she would be gone, by the time he woke up in the morning she would be on an airplane to Colorado and he would have only a note on the kitchen table to remember her by, thank God! It was almost over.

CHAPTER TWO

The Henry Robbins School in Boulder wasn't quite what Jeannette had expected, it was far more permissive than the previous schools she'd taught in and it made Jeannette more than a little nervous to be confronted with her class every day. The girls were easy for her but the boys were something else, she was always having to deal with sexual innuendos and outrageous behavior, at first she had handled it by herself but more and more she had been sending boys to the Principal's office and she was becoming quite unpopular with them.

The Principal, Tom Packer, told her over and over again not to take the boys so seriously, they were only exercising their new-found freedom, he pleaded with her. Jeannette, however, was not so convinced, she was threatened by them and they knew it and it made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. On more than one occasion she had gotten the distinct feeling that the boys would lock her in the classroom one day and try to rape her, she always made sure that she wasn't alone with them.

The last school that Jeannette had taught in had been mostly female teachers with a sprinkling of men, most of whom were safely either old or married. The Henry Robbins School, however, was a different matter. There were only three other female teachers in the school besides Jeannette, the bulk of the staff being male, in fact the whole school had a strong male vibration, even the Principal Tom Packer was a bachelor and a handsome one at that!

Since Jeannette had been at the school however, she had been dating Jules Frank, he was a science master, also a bachelor and quite a catch. She had made it clear to him from their first date that he would have to go slowly, she didn't tell him about her husband, nor in fact that she was still married but she did indicate to him that she had been more than burned-out with male relationships and wanted to take her time getting to know him. Jules was getting impatient however, and in truth so was she. Although Dennis had fucked her so brutally and cruelly, she had been fucked and since arriving in Boulder she hadn't felt a man's penis inside of her, and much to her surprise she was beginning to feel horny, very horny. She had noticed of late how when she took a shower her nipples would harden and quiver excitedly from the contact with the towel, how her pussy would pulsate at times when she looked at Jules, she wasn't quite sure yet what she was going to do about it, but she knew that she would have to do something quite soon.

She looked at her watch now, it was almost seven o'clock, time for Jules to pick her up. They were going out to dinner and to a movie and they would have to jam if they were going to get everything into the evening they wanted to do, who knows, mused Jeannette, surprised herself that she was even thinking this way, who knows, perhaps tonight I'll give myself to Jules, he wants me so badly I know.

***

"That was a fabulous evening, Jules," Jeannette purred, a voice sounding slightly slurred from the drinks she had had over dinner, "would you like to come in and have a nightcap?"

Jules Frank felt his penis lurch in his pants at the thought of being inside Jeannette's house, this late at night, usually she left him at the door and he had to go home and take care of himself. Tonight, though, he had noticed a different gleam in her eyes, almost seductive and it surprised him after what she had told him when they had first met.

He wasn't a man to turn down such an offer though and immediately nodded his head enthusiastically, "love one Jeannette, fuel me up for the ride home," thinking wickedly to himself that hopefully he wouldn't be going back out in the cold again, not that night anyway!

Jeannette knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care, she had a right to do whatever she wanted, she justified in her mind as she poured Jules a larger snifter of brandy, watching admiringly as he lit a fire in the hearth, and anyway he's my friend, why shouldn't he come into the house for a nightcap!

The two teachers sat quietly by the fire, drinking their brandy, both very aware of each other's presence, both thinking how nice it would be to be in each other's arms, yet neither of them daring to make the move. Suddenly, Jules realized that it was now or never and leaning over he placed a warmly loving kiss on his fellow teacher's lips.

Jeannette felt Jules' hot moist lips on hers and felt a little tingle of excitement run up and down her thigh, realizing that it was beginning again, would she be as frigid with Jules as she was with her husband. Suddenly the thought of her husband made her start and she pushed Jules away from her, her face registering the look of a frightened deer.

"What is it Jeannette," Jules asked quietly, "I want you, you know that and whoever hurt you before wasn't me, remember I'm someone else."

The frightened young teacher looked at Jules now and realized that she was being silly, he wasn't going to hurt her like her husband, he was a gentle, kind man. She rose now, taking Jules by the hand and with a womanly quality she had never known herself to have before she led him into the bedroom.

Jules was overjoyed, suddenly he felt close to his prize, close to the bet even that he had taken with the Principal that he would get the new teacher in bed before the month was out. He liked Jeannette, he liked her a lot, and he lusted after her body wildly, he could hardly believe that she was inviting him into her bedroom and he wondered whatever had made her change her mind – he didn't stop to think however, whatever it was, he would fuck her, by God he would fuck her that very night.

The pair of teachers began to undress slowly, hardly daring to look at each other until they were totally naked, Jules drew in his breath as he looked at the voluptuous body of the lovely woman standing before him realizing that he had been right all along, she was one hell of a woman. He knelt before her now, stroking her thighs, hearing her moan incessantly as he ran his tongue up and down her inner thigh. He picked her up then and gently laying her down on the bed, he parted her legs further, raising her knees a bit by placing her bare feet on top of his strong thighs. Through her toes, Jeannette could feel his rock hard penis and the bristly hairs of his pelvis. She tried to remove her foot, but he merely grasped her ankle and moved it up until the toes were actually resting on the wildly pulsating flesh of his mammoth penis itself.

Suddenly the beautiful young teacher jolted as she felt Jules' finger touch her vagina, his thumbs peeling back the inviting wetly red cavern of tender flesh and she heard her own breath start to come in ragged pants as the desire in her own body started to take over. She could feel his hands gently massaging her inner thighs as he spread her legs wider to a point where she was almost incapable of resisting, should she decide to suddenly change her mind. Then another jolt shot through her as his thumbs pressed against the expectant flesh and gently parted the tingling hair-lined lips. He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed, and his hot hungry mouth fastened on her gently pulsating clitoris.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, no!" she said loudly, realizing suddenly the danger she was subjecting herself to.

Jules however paid no attention to Jeannette's cries, his mouth now had begun a gentle sucking motion on her outer cuntal lips, sucking them in and out in rhythm with the quick flickering of his tongue on her erect little clitoris.

"Stop it," Jeannette screamed, her brown curls bobbing frantically, "I've changed my mind, I don't want to do this."

Jeannette cringed now as Jules' hands massaged her quivering buttocks and quaking inner thighs. His lips – now hot and eager – were kissing and sucking her wetly cringing cunt. Sparks of unwanted delight were arching throughout the overly sensitive nerve ends up between her open thighs. Then, without warning, his tongue – hotly animated with a life all its own – shot like a hungry shark into the warmly wet cavern of her vagina. Down his probing tongue went, even deeper, until it was lodged like a small inquisitive penis fully inside her hollowed secret place.

"Aaaaagggggghhhhh, gaaaaaahhhh… Please, no," she writhed helplessly beneath him, "No, Jules, no, you can't do it. I don't want you to do it any more, please… please oh pulllll-eeeessssss…" The words spilled from her laxly open mouth even as her abdomen, with volition, rose in a wild eagerness to meet his voracious mouth.

Jules was grinning to himself knowing that he had got her going and knowing that he wasn't going to stop.

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment. He thought: I'm really going to turn her on now. And he laughed to himself, knowing she was going to be a very hot little piece before he got through with her. He decided to play her along. "I think, we'd better try that again," he grinned.

The heatedly aroused young teacher tried to sit upright, but his strongly dominating arms kept her pressed back against the bed. "No," she said, trying to gain control of her runaway emotions, "Jules, I've changed my mind, I told you that."

Jules merely smiled at his fellow teacher, tweaking her quiveringly erect clitoris, causing her to jump wildly. "I don't believe you," he smiled obscenely, as he bent his head forward again feasting his eyes on the ripe red lips of her vagina, framed so erotically with sparse, soft brown pubic hair. From her eagerly engorged clitoris, one droplet of hotly seeping vaginal juice glistened in the light; to Jules it was honey oozing from that sexually inflamed rosebud.

Jeannette moaned in mortal shame – feeling her own body betraying her – as Jules' tongue slowly and deliberately licked the soft brown curls of pubic hair aside to expose the seeping cavern leading to her innermost femaledom. She felt him breathe against her clitoris, and even the expulsion of his hot breath sent shooting tingles of ecstasy throughout her entire abdomen. Her voluptuous young body jerked automatically as once again the quivering tongue returned to her heatedly quivering vaginal opening. This time he was licking – like a thirsty animal lapping up sweet life-giving water – licking from her clitoris to her cringing anus. An agonized groan bubbled out of her lips. Valiantly, she made another half effort to escape him – knowing now that she was within seconds of losing all control. Never had she felt anything so wildly wicked, so wantonly wonderful as this, Dennis had never done anything like this to her, always fucking her quickly and brutally and leaving her quite unfulfilled.

"Please… Oh, God… Please stop… pulllll-eeze…" His long, hot probing tongue suddenly entered full-length into her aching pussy, and she screamed, "Ahhhhh…" The young teacher felt saliva bubble at the corners of her opened mouth, and she couldn't stop tossing back and forth. She wailed in desperate longing and unwilling passion as his tongue curled around her clitoris and his lips made lewd sucking noises at her primitively pulsating cuntal mouth. "Stop…" she said weakly, and she knew it was the last gasp of her dying decency. She felt his head shake and she knew it was all over.

Jeannette could hardly believe what was happening to her, she was being tongue fucked and eaten – yes, eaten alive.

Jules was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth. He massaged the softly resilient cheeks of her ass as though he were kneading warm bread dough, then slipped one outstretched finger down the anal crevice and found the tiny quivering ring that would open her rectum. She jerked upward when the finger began making its resolute invasion, but the upward movement of her body only drove his tongue deeper into her hotly pulsing vaginal well. She cried out aloud, but her words were unintelligible. With one sudden, almost vicious movement, Jules' finger wormed into the tightly cringing little anus – going in as far as the middle knuckle.

"Gaaaaaaaggghshhh ohhhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop!" Jules' only answer was to make his tongue flicker like summer lightning across her blood-infused clitoris. He began moving his finger in and out of the squirming reluctant rectum.

Jeannette's mind was in a whirl, nothing mattered anymore to her except that deliciously fucking tongue bringing her to what she knew was going to be her first climax. Jules' tongue was a passport to a land of wild uninhibited passion and pleasure never before entered by her body and she wanted it.

The wantonly writhing teacher was only vaguely aware when Jules, without removing his mouth, drew her legs up and around his neck. Jeannette's buttocks clenched beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously when a second finger joined the first in her rectum. When they were pulled out, she groaned in disappointment until, abruptly, she felt his tongue leaving her vagina and seek out the now slightly stretched little cavern. She screamed in uncontrollable rapture as his tongue licked sensuously against the tightly puckered little ring and then pushed its way in. The hedonistic pleasure was a runaway forest fire flaming through her! She could feel it roaring up the hills and canyons of her quaking flesh until suddenly, without warning, it crowned in one raging inferno of sexual bliss.

"Don't… do… that…" she cried, giving lie to her words by spreading her legs further apart and lifting her hotly aroused pelvis so he could get in deeper. The sound of her own lust-constricted voice brought tears to her eyes, for she realized that this was total degradation. For the first time in her life she had lost control of her traitorous body. Oh, God, nothing – nothing ever had been like this wildly plunging tongue that aroused her to this passion peak of willing subservience. And, finally, she fell back no longer fighting anything he did to her – made completely helpless by her own lust-incited body.

Jules changed tactics as he suddenly felt the fight go out of his fellow teacher. He began licking again – knowing, even if she didn't – that her hotly clutching and strangely clenching pussy was getting close to a shattering orgasm. He licked on and on – moving from clitoris to anus – deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending.

Jeannette lay there feeling pleasure wash over her like a warm roaring tide, and her woman's body began crying out for fulfillment. She wondered dimly if it were possible to reach a climax this way. Then, barely conscious, her wildly squirming hips swivelled out of control grinding her hungrily clasping vagina harder and harder up into his eager face.

And then she felt it. She knew it was coming – that the gates to the wild untamed land so long denied her were swinging open. She had no idea what it would be like in that other country; she waited breathlessly as the approach appeared. Now, with Jules' fevered mouth clamped on her throbbing little clitoris, she began experiencing the first flush of her overpowering climax. Her vaginal walls began automatically squeezing, cervix dipping and rising in time to music only it could hear, clitoris shorting out in a blaze of fiery sparks! Even her rectum clenched and unclenched rapidly in a wild rhythm of its own.

Jules heard loud mewls of pleasure break out her wetly parted lips, and her tautly quivering breasts reddened, mottled, then turned almost magenta as the staining blood pumped into them. Her abdomen whipped back and forth like an insane pile driver! He felt her hands reach down viciously in a lust-maddened attempt to shove his face, nose, tongue, teeth, eyebrows, mustache, head and all deep inside her voraciously churning loins.

She was there! She was there! "Ahhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhh… aiiiiieeeee, I'm cumming… I'm cummmminnnnnnnggg!" And then she was jerking helplessly up against his face, her body pumping up and down in wild and uncontrolled abandon as the cataclysmic orgasm ripped like a powerful earthquake through her entire being. She was only vaguely aware of his hands groping and reaching, teasing her breasts and rectum while his tongue continued its insanely beautiful licking at the desperately throbbing entrance to her very soul.

Half an eternity later, Jeannette heard Jules moaning in her ear, as he nibbled and breathed sensually into it, "I'm going to fuck you now."

And she heard her desperate, almost hysterical voice say, "No… no… you can't."

But Jules wasn't listening now, she was ready to be fucked and he knew it, her moistly quivering pussy was enough to tell him that she was ready, quickly then, before she could protest, Jules lifted and draped Jeannette's knees up across his shoulders and dropped between her open thighs. His savagely throbbing cock was impatient to begin the invasion of this promised land. His breath was coming hoarsely now, and he knew he could not deny his prick its well-earned reward any longer. He pressed forward. The head of his cock touched the wetly fevered cuntal lips and her moan rose up to him. He let his throbbing shaft stay there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her soft resilient pubic hair against his aching glans. He pressed in, and felt the hardened rod of flesh slowly slip about an inch into her warmly cringing pussy.

"Oh, you're hurting, you're hurting," she moaned, "hurry up."

"As you say, ma'am," Jules grinned savagely, then he grunted and with one smooth stroke shoved it all the way in.

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh," she screamed, and the sound of her agony filled the little house. She was being split apart – torn asunder like a recalcitrant slave put between two draft horses. Her fingernails dug against his hairy chest and her legs splayed out wide in an effort to alleviate the pain. But it was no use. The white inexorable drill moved deeper into her defensively contracting belly. "No… stop! You're killing me…" And then Jeannette felt his hugely distended penis slam against her cervix and his testicles slap hard against her defenselessly upturned rectum. He was all the way into her; deeper by at least three inches than her husband had ever been. Her body was a sheet of red agonized flame – a flame that surged and swept upward like a fire storm with each pulsating beat of her tortured young vagina. Her breath was coming so hoarsely that she actually had to force words from her painfully contorted lips.

"Don't move it… Please." And then the tears began flowing… tears of pain and shame.

Jules knew he had let his emotions get the better of him. That one savage plunge into her helpless body was something he had not planned to do. He had wanted to take it easy – by stages – and bring her to a mewling chant of desire where she would beg… beg… beg!! He was afraid he might have injured her; he knew he had hurt her. She was so terribly tight, he hadn't realized she would be so tight!

Jeannette felt the cruel impalement up between her thighs, wanting desperately to have him take it out but afraid that the withdrawal would be as painful as the entry. She had never before in her life been so filled up there! It seemed as if her stomach was being stretched upward and outward from his instrument of maledom. And for the vagina itself; she knew beyond a doubt that it had ripped and was bleeding. She could even feel what she thought was blood trickling down the crevice between her buttocks. Had she looked, however, she would have realized – as the science teacher did – -that the viscous fluid came solely from the tortured walls of her vagina pouring out additional heated lubricant… a defensive slipperiness that would permit the sheath to accommodate the sword.

Jeannette took a deep shuddering breath, and Jules felt her abdominal muscles involuntarily pull upward with the expulsion of her breath. Her cervix dipped in reaction and scraped across the hotly throbbing head of his cock. He twitched. She moaned again. Then, miraculously, Jules felt her moistly warm vaginal lips themselves – tightly clasped like elastic around the end of his penis – move slightly.

The young teacher was not aware of her body responding automatically to the invasion. All she knew, for sure, was the pain seemed to be lessening a bit. She swallowed and her muscles relaxed to permit passage of the saliva from mouth to stomach. With the relaxation of these muscles, other tissues and tendons in the area of the cervix crept forward.