Chapter 4
"Well, just don't stand there. You can call me Paul," he said, his sensuous thick lips peeling back and revealing his white teeth in a broad, sly smile.
Ginny couldn't talk. She felt her throat tighten and go dry. Her books and papers lay scattered around her feet. She stared wide-eyed at the big man, wondering what he'd do next.
"Burt ..." she began.
"He's a bright boy, but extremely talkative," he said meaningfully, straightening up and starting toward Ginny. The girl let out a frightened little gasp and backed away. He stopped, putting out his hands to brace his body against the kitchen table. "Please . . ."
"He told me you cried when he fucked you. Is that true, Ginny? I told him that isn't biologically feasible. Most women don't do that sort of thing. Oh, they cry out . . . but crying?"
His words were incredible! How could he be talking so filthily to her! She watched him like a cornered animal, her nostrils flaring, her flesh crawling with terror. He was going to hurt her!
"There's nothing to be worried about. I've seen you watching my crotch, Ginny. I've watched you staring at me, wondering what kind of cock I have. I'll bet you've been wondering if I'm longer or thicker or harder than Burt," Paul said, reaching down and rubbing his dick sensuously. Ginny's eyes raced down and watched as the outline became more pronounced, actually throbbing to his touch.
"No, that isn't true," she protested unconvincingly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"Of course it is," he said, suddenly moving around the table to catch her.
"Let me alone, leave me alone!" the girl wailed, twisting helplessly. His fingers curled hard around her wrists, bruising her flesh, threatening to break her bones. Ginny winced under the pain, looking up at the big teacher pleadingly.
"I won't hurt you . . . much," he said, twisting his lips up in a sneer.
He was so big, so dark, so powerful. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, causing her to melt into a lush puddle of sexuality. Yes, he could do anything he wanted with her. She would let him fuck her, beat her-anything! The young blonde let her head fall back as he drew her tightly to his body. She could feel his hands roaming freely around her body, feel his crotch rubbing against hers as his hands slid down to her ass and squeezed those firm taut buttocks.
"Ohhhhh," Ginny gasped. How her body was betraying her! She'd told herself she wouldn't do this horrible thing. And yet there she was, encouraging him.
"Come on upstairs," he said, bending down to gather the trembling teenager into his arms.
Ginny sighed, slipping her thin white arms around his neck and closing her eyes tightly as they moved through the darkened living room, up the stairs and past several rooms to the main bedroom. Ginny could feel him laying her down. Staring heavy-lidded at the big man, she watched him pull off his socks, then hook his fingers into the tops of his trousers. He stared at her, his eyes glowing like two dark coals. Then he reached down and pulled his fly open.
Ginny watched in horrified fascination, feeling the hollows and slick folds of her pussy meat knot up in cramps of sexual excitement. Thick, bubbling fuck-oil oozed from her pussy crack, wetting the crotch panel of her panties even more than before.
The halves of his trousers opened, and a long, thick, heavily veined dick tumbled out, followed by a set of the fattest, heaviest balls she'd ever seen. Then Ginny almost giggled. Of course she'd only seen one set, really-Burt's.
"Like what you see?" Paul asked, pushing down his trousers until they gathered just below his knees.
"Horrible," Ginny murmured, rubbing her legs together to feel the subtle friction of her cunt lips moving back and forth against her clit. Ohh, this was terrible. She was acting like a whore, like some of the bad girls she disapproved of so much at school. And yet, how could she stop herself? She was so hot and wanting Paul Martin on top of her, digging his cock into her cunt meat!
And then he was on top of her. Ginny sighed as she felt her body being pressed into the mattress and felt Paul's warm weight crushing her. He was kissing her, making her gasp and cry out. She could feel his big, strong-fingered hands unfastening the buttons of her dress. The young blonde sucked on his tongue, drawing the hot wet spittle down her throat.
How wonderful it all felt! She was twisting on the bed, making the springs squeak and groan. Her whole body was melting, flowing into her hot pussy. The scratchy thick hairs on his chest scraped her tits. Somehow Paul had managed to pull her dress off, skinning it down her legs and throwing it to the floor. She lay there, dressed only in her halter and panties.
"You're wet, really wet down there," Paul said, sliding one hand between their hunching bodies, pushing it down until Ginny could feel his fingers cupping her sopping crotch. She moaned, squeezing her buttocks together and hunching up against his probing fingers. He was working the wet material into the mouth of her tight pussy, rubbing the silky material back and forth over her trembling cuntal walls, pushing it higher and higher until he was touching her clit. Ginny tightened every muscle in her body, gasping with pleasure when she felt him rub that wet crotch panel over and over her sputtering sex spindle.
"Ohhhhh," she cried.
Paul curled his fingers around the elastic waistband of her briefs and tugged them down. The blonde teenager helped, digging her shoulder blades into the mattrress and arching up her thighs. She could feel the panties skin down over her white thighs, sliding down past her knees and finally over her toes. The grooves between her toes tingled provocatively. She curled them, then pushed her knees farther apart as she rocked her body from side to side. She felt so cheap, so dirty, so wonderfully debased by this big hunk of a man. And then there was the hot, throbbing feeling of his dick pressing against her thighs. She could feel it sliding up toward her cunt mound, then backing down again.
"Good cunt," Paul whispered hoarsely. His thick fingers moved up and down her pussy, stroking the wiry blonde cunt hairs. Ohhh, how her pussy heated up under his light and exciting touch!
Ginny pulled away from the long wet kiss. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage. Spreading her legs apart until the balls of her feet hung over the sides of the bed, she was silently inviting him to finger her naked cunt harder. His sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cunt mound to the wet, slippery area around her clit.
"Um mm mm mm!" Ginny moaned, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. She pressed her belly to the long thick ridge running the full length of his dick, rubbing it back and forth and watching Paul's response in a counter movement. The hands on her cunt moved again, squeezing her cunt lips together, milking the hot, rubbery edges greedily while the thumbs toyed with her clit. Ginny let out a long, soft gasp.
"You're hot . . . just as hot as Burt said you were," Paul said. Ginny stiffened for a second. Burt! She thought of the handsome young football player and wondered just how many men he'd told about their fucking spree. "Don't worry. I told him I'd get him in trouble if he told anyone else," Paul said, guessing what was on Ginny's mind.
The blonde teenager wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. But at least for the moment his words were soothing.
"Ohhhhh," Ginny sighed with relief, letting her belly relax against the glowing heat of his stiff cock. The young teenager could feel something wet and sticky on her flesh. It had to be cum-hot, sticky jizz flowing out of his piss-slit. Ginny had learned a man leaked plenty of the stuff when he was excited. Paul must be terribly excited. Already she could feel the stickiness of his jizz on her flesh.
"Love it, baby. You always looked like a hot little bitch. But shit, the way you move . . . !"
Ginny was surprised at first at such horrible words coming from Paul Martin's mouth. He was a teacher, someone all the kids in class looked up to. But right now he was her lover, a strong, virile man pinning her to the mattress with his firm body. The young girl wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back up.
"My tits, my tits," Ginny moaned. How awful it was to say something like that to your teacher. But ohhh, how she wanted him to rub his fingers over them, tweak her hard little nipples until he had her moaning for more.
"Hurt, baby? They feel hot?" Paul murmured in her ear, biting the lobe as he moved his hands from her damp, warm pussy up her belly, higher to her chest, until Ginny could feel him unfastening the bra clasp behind her, then sliding the loosened cups off her tits. "Fuck, feel those tits," Paul whispered to himself, squeezing his fingers into the soft, resilient flesh.
Ginny moaned when Paul Martin creased her nipples with his thumbnails, the sharp pressure making her snap her legs even farther apart, then hunch Up against his groin.
"Great tits, beautiful tits," Paul whispered, moving his fingers around and finally pinching her nipples hard as he dug the tip of his tongue into her ear.
She snapped her head from side to side, arching her body in the grip of his big thighs. Paul increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers until he had the girl gasping with pain and pleasure.
Sliding down slightly while hunching his cock against her thighs, Paul started licking her titties, bathing them with spit. Then he lowered his mouth onto the hard titty tips, sucking as hard as he could, massaging the surrounding flesh with his fingers.
The result was electrifying. Ginny rolled her body as much as she could, hunching up against Paul, crying out wildly between her clenched teeth as she raked his back with her fingernails. He sucked so hard, Ginny thought he was going to draw milk. She gasped for air, closing her eyes and hanging desperately onto him.
Then Paul slid farther down, letting go of her nipple with a squishy popping sound. Ginny moaned, her body shivering with wild excitement. It was as if someone had touched her flesh with a live electric wire. The cords in her neck stood out and strands of her blond hair clung to her cheeks and forehead. A string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth as Paul licked her, sucking on her white flesh, leaving a trail of spittle along her belly.
Ginny cried out again and again for him to stop doing that to her, although she would have rather died than have him quit. The light ticklish sensation of his wiry beard being dragged across her smooth white flesh drove her crazy.
And then he was holding her tightly by her jutting thigh bones, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, softly blowing through her thicket of pussy hairs. She could feel her cunt mound vibrating, her cunt lips winking open from sexual heat, then snapping shut on nothing. He lowered his head, twisting it around and lightly touching her thighs with his lips. She could feel his moustache and beard tickling her hot flesh, just below her cunt lips. Ginny cried out, biting down hard and hunching up against nothing. But Paul kept her firmly pressed into the bed, enjoying this wild tantalizing that was turning the blonde teenager into a wild woman.
"Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhrrr!" Ginny groaned, digging the back of her head into the pillow behind her. She was incoherent now, dragging her legs over the wrinkled top sheet. Her thunderous tits rolled together as Paul toyed with her frazzled cunt hairs, touching their curled tops with his tongue and moving them back and forth as he smoothed his fingers over the insides of her thighs once more. When he felt Ginny was ready, Paul dropped his face.
Ginny exploded! She could feel his hot wet tongue licking her fat cunt lips. It frightened her at first to have a man touching her like that. To think someone like Mr. Martin had totally stripped her, bedded her and was now sucking on her cunt!
"Ohhhhh, huuhhhrrrr!" The blonde teenager found herself shoving up to him, shoving her hot little pussy hard into his mouth.
Paul Martin needed little encouragement. As Ginny blew apart he shoved his tongue up higher and higher, pushing his face in until his nose was touching her clit. His tongue scraped the narrow hot passage, lapping up the girl's drooling pussy juice. He licked her raw, sucking hard, swallowing the bleachy tasting cunt juice, then silently begging for more.
Ginny dug her shoulders into the mattress and shoved up harder, rocking her thighs as she felt herself being cleaned out by his tongue. As the girl gasped and moaned and twisted under him, Paul tried another tactic. Ginny could feel him working one thumb under her cunt mound, rubbing its callused tip into her tight ass crack until he had it positioned just above her shitter. Ginny cried out, blinking open her eyes and twisting her ass away.
No, she couldn't let him touch her there! Oh, that was too much to ask of her now!
When Ginny started to hunch back, Paul snarled and stopped eating her, moving his thumb away from her ass.
"You're hot for it now!"
Ginny knew what "it" was. Mr. Martin was going to fuck her! It was what Dora had implied would happen. If only her best friend could see her now, pinned to the bed with the handsome, muscular Paul Martin positioning himself on top of her squirming body for a hard fuck!
Ginny could feel more juice seeping from her pussy. Paul rolled his hips up, his cock poised at the top of Ginny's cunt mound. His hands moved up, clamping down hard on her shoulders and pinning her to the mattress. The knob of his cock pressed right over her clit. The blonde sixteen-year-old sighed, feeling the electric charge of sexual tension seeping from that hard little clit to all parts of her body.
She rocked her ass cheeks from side to side, feeling his dickhead rub first against one cunt lip and then the other. The rocking motion rubbed her clit against the surrounding flesh, and finally against Pauls bulbous dickhead. Paul groaned, twisting his head around and burying his face in the nape of her neck. She could feel his thick lips latching onto her, sucking hard on her flesh.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned low and loud. Ginny wanted that cock in her. A wild all-consuming sexual fever dried up any thought of propriety or morality. She needed that warmth, that hard, stiff dick reaming out her young pussy. The girl shifted her position slightly, centering her pussy hole under his dickhead.
"Get ready, baby," Paul warned. He grunted, then hunched forward and down. With a greasy slide, the wide flaring head of his cock slipped past the tense, eager ring of her cunt mouth.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl cried out, feeling herself melting even more than before.
The amazing size of his cock pushed her cunt walls farther apart than Burt's had. Yes, Mr. Martin was bigger than Burt and even harder! But as important as that was, what was even more important was his wild, animal-like technique. How uninhibited he was, making her fuck back like an experienced whore!
Ginny felt his prick go in farther. The knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was exciting her sparking nerve-ending. She squeezed her cunt muscles, milking him without moving her hips. Paul groaned, then covered her mouth with his. Ginny felt his tongue scraping past her front teeth, fluttering excitingly inside her mouth. She drank the spitttle happily, feeling the rising heat in her cunt. The young blonde started moving again. She arched her back as Paul pulled his cock out until the ridge around the head tugged at her cunt mouth. Each time Ginny curled her back and tried to swallow up more prick with her cunt, the teacher thrust his cock down until their hipbones ground together.
Ginny forgot about her parents, her friends, her religious training. All she could think about was that hard, stiff dick reaming out her pussy, sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck ..." Ginny swivelled around, pressing her ass hard against the mattress, then raising it to hunch more of her pussy onto Paul's driving cock.
Every time Ginny curled forward, sliding onto Paul's cock with a fury surprising them both, she was surprised to find more cock. Oh God, just how long was he? In the darkened bedroom, Ginny hadn't accurately assessed that fact.
"Jesus!" Paul exclaimed as he dug his fingers into her buttocks, forcing her rolling thighs to take the heavy fucking rhythm of his prick.
Ginny could hear herself crying out. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of the stretching in her pussy. The steady fucking beat of Paul's dickhead in her cunt was driving her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
"Cumming!" Ginny couldn't keep herself from toppling over the brink.
"Me, too, baby. Me, too," Paul groaned.
Ginny was dripping with sweat. She was all the way on his cock now. She moved her ass around in frantic little circles, feeling his cock stirring inside her like a big spoon. The mass of tension in her belly was swelling like a balloon. She flexed her ass cheeks and hunched up again, then relaxed them as Paul started fucking her like a wild man.
"OHHHHH!" Ginny cried. The insides of her thighs chilled, then burned as her cunt juice dribbled out, running from her stretched cunt hole and dripping onto his swinging balls. The young blonde tossed her hips with a wild vengeance. She could feel the simmering heat in her cunt frying Paul's sinking cock. Her whole belly seemed to bulge with his cock meat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt onto the rock-hard bar of cock.
And then Ginny felt herself exploding. Her mind blew apart into a million brightly colored pieces. She sobbed and thrashed, her flailing hands striking the big teacher as catastrophic waves of orgasm ripped through her cunt and made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked out her legs, biting and clawing at Paul's shoulders and neck.
"AHHHHHRRRHHG!" Paul cried. Massive spurts of cum scalded Ginny's spasming cunt walls.
She could feel her snatch gripping his cock at least three times for every wad of jizz shooting from his pulsating cockhead. She felt she was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching, moving her pussy around lewdly as it sucked his dick for more cum. She lost track of everything around her except Paul's hard body and his driving dick. Her head snapped to the side as her tits jiggled like pudding.
Even when Paul's cum faded and he breathed more regularly, her climax went on and on. Oh, how disappointing it was to finally give up that brain-searing experience. With a tired sigh and a gasp, Ginny fell back onto the bed, fighting for breath.
"Ohhh God, what've I done?" the girl cried, covering her face in shame as guilt assailed her.
"Nothing compared to what you're going to do," Paul said, arching back and staring curiously at her.
Something in his eyes made Ginny tremble. She should have been enjoying that warmth settling over her hot, wet flesh. Instead, she found herself tensing, getting ready for some unknown terror.