Chapter 2
Linda was glad for the weekend. At last, she'd found the courage to try that new singles bar in town. And when she had felt her courage falter during the day, she would casually look at the boys at school, those thick crotches of cock.
Just a few hours from now, she thought as she walked down the hall, and I'll have a prick in me. She felt her pussy twitch, ooze fuck fluid into her panties.
"Hello," she heard a deep voice say, startling her. The boy was standing behind the end of the row of lockers, almost out of sight. "I've been waiting to talk to you."
"Who? Oh, Derek," Linda said, flushing as if he had read her thoughts. "You scared me." She arranged her expression into one of those teacher-student-meeting smiles and waited for him to speak.
"You're divorced, right?" Derek said, letting his gaze move freely over her body. "Well ... yes," Linda replied coolly.
She didn't like Derek, although he was considered to be one of the handsomest boys in school. He was just a teenager, but he had the eyes of a person much older. They were cruel eyes, dark brown and piercing.
Linda took a small step backward, feeling intimidated by his size. He was well over six feet, dwarfing her. His shoulders were so wide they made his head seem smaller than it really was. A shock of curly, chocolate-brown hair framed his angular face. His hands and feet were too big for his body, showing evidence that 'he still hadn't reached his full, hulking adult height.
"You have a boyfriend?" Derek asked, his gaze lingering on the sharp angles of her tits. "You still going out with that fruity history teacher?"
"I don't see where it's any of your business," Linda said, wondering why her knees felt suddenly weak.
"I thought you and I might go out," Derek said, ignoring her remark. "Like, maybe tonight. We could have a lot of fun."
Just then several students walked past them, three girls and a boy. She noticed the girls were looking at Derek with undisguised hunger in their eyes. Derek didn't notice, his full attention still directed on Linda's tits.
"No, I will not go out with you," Linda said. "First, I am a teacher and you are a student. I am much older, besides. And even if it weren't against school policy, I wouldn't . . . with you."
She hadn't meant to humiliate him in front of his friends, especially the girls, but she saw him turn red with anger. He shot the girls a look of hatred when they giggled.
"Why won't you go out with me?" he demanded, trying to save face. "Because it's against school policy?"
Linda became angry, not wanting to be a part of any ridiculous game like this. She looked at him evenly and spoke.
"I don't like you, Derek," she said, her voice like ice. "You are immature and still a boy, and other than our relationship as teacher and student, you don't interest me in the least."
With that, she walked down the hall, her heels clicking loudly, almost as loudly as her heart was beating, she thought.
"Hey, the big stud didn't score," she heard the boy with the girls laugh. The girls joined in, then quickly walked down the hall, as Derek glared at them.
Linda could almost feel his stare as she pushed. open the double doors and walked out into the afternoon sun. Her hands were shaking, and she dropped her keys twice before she could open the car door.
As she drove home, she tried to brush the incident from her mind, but it kept nagging at her like that itch in her cunt. And she was angry because she knew somehow the incident would spoil what she had planned would be a perfect evening.
Linda returned from the bar and threw her purse on the couch. The evening had been a total wash-out. The men she'd found interesting were with other women, and the ones who were available were creepy. Most of them fat and pretentious, leering at her as if she were a fresh piece of meat.
One jerk, after finding out what she did for a living, had actually leaned over and said, "Hey, baby, you can French me any day." She shivered with revulsion, "remembering his crooked teeth, the paunch stretched over his belt buckle, the eyes glazed with alcohol. "Oh, hell, I guess I'll just become a nun," she said, stripping out of her clothes in the living room.
When she was naked, she studied herself in the mirror behind the chair. Why can't I find a man? she wondered. She was very attractive. Her pussy was tight and inviting, her tits in better shape than most women ten years younger.
Another night alone, she thought. Just me and the candle.
She dropped her fingers to her pussy and pulled back the loose folds of flesh: When her pink cunt came fully into view, she scraped her nails over her rubbery, throbbing slit. She leaned her head back and gave a soft moan, feeling that itch burn with greater intensity than usual.
With her fingers still massaging her pussy, she walked from the living room and made for the bedroom. When she walked inside, however, she jerked one hand up to her tits, letting the other cup her pussy.
Lying on her bed was Derek, naked as the day he was born! His muscular thighs were parted, and his half-hard cock lay on his stomach like a sleeping snake. He was propped up on his elbows, a cold smile on his face. "We can have that good time, now," Derek said, looking from her face to the fringe of reddish cunt hair that peeked around her palm. "Get over here and I'll show you a fucking you'll-"
"Get out of here!" Linda roared, flushing with anger. "I'll have you arrested!"
The nerve of that jerks to come in here, take off his clothes and wait for her to come home. What if she hadn't been alone? How could she have explained that to her date?
One of her students lying naked in her own bed. God, her reputation would have been shot forever. It still might be.
"I said get out of here, before I call the police!" she gasped. She wanted to slap that smug grin right off his face. "Now!"
Derek gave her another slow smile, then reached over to the telephone. With a yank, he pulled the cord out of the wall. He threw the telephone on the floor.
This is getting serious, Linda thought with growing horror. That look in his eyes was one thing, but to tear her telephone out.
"Derek," she began, wondering what she was going to say, "don't . . . you can't do this . . . I'm your teacher ... and ..."
Although he hadn't moved, he looked as if he were ready to spring like a panther. Linda felt her knees go weak, her heart thunder in her throat. If she stayed cool, tried to maintain emotional control ...
"We're gonna fuck, Teach, whether you like it or not," Derek said, slowly sitting up. The next four or five seconds seemed like an eternity for Linda. While his words echoed in her brain, her eyes involuntarily swept over his firm, muscled body, his dark good looks. And that cock?
His prick looked so much like her exhusband's that it was uncanny. Ten inches of pulsating cock, thick and juicy. The foreskin was pulled down as if by some invisible hand, revealing a swollen, purplish cockhead. At the furry root were two enormous balls, as large as plums and almost the same color.
The very idea of him even suggesting that they fuck was ludicrous. She was twice as old as he was. And even if he did look older, he was still a boy.
"You have to leave," she said, losing a little of her steam. "It isn't right for you to be here."
"Right?" Derek said, imitating her voice. "You fucking think 1 care about right?" "Keep away from me," Linda said, taking a quick step backward. She bumped into the door jamb. lease ... don't do anything." It was obvious that talking wasn't going to do any good. That look in his eyes was animallike. There was no choice but to escape. Or try. "You can have it easy or rough, Teach," Derek said, standing up. "It's up to you. But you're gonna get it, sweetheart. No one makes fun of me."
Linda remembered the incident in the hall. How could she have handled it any differently? She was blameless. He was just a big mean jerk who always got his way. Well, not with her.
"Come here, baby," Derek said, lifting his right hand. "I'm gonna give you a fucking." " He had said fucking, but he meant beating. "No," Linda said, fully grasping what was happening. She had been part of a faculty seminar on rape, and coolly told the girls how to act, what to do. And now is was happening to herl She felt suddenly helpless.
She bolted from the room, but, even as she fled, she could feel him right behind her. When his fingers dug into the flesh at the nape of her neck, she knew it was a lost cause. Her head snapped back and her knees buckled.
"You . . . bastard!" she shrieked, slashing at his shoulder with her nails. "Get out! Leave-"
Derek gave her a cold look, then hit her with his open hand. Although he didn't use half the force he would have with a man; the blow knocked her up against the wall. She stood for a couple of seconds, then crumpled to the floor.
It was true, you did see stars. You also heard bells. But above all that, there was a grinding burning pain, like liquid fire splashing over the side of her face.
Derek stood looking down at her for a few seconds, then reached out and grabbed her by the hair of her head. He yanked her to her knees, then dragged her back toward the bedroom. When they neared the bed, he grabbed the inside of her left thigh with his right hand and threw her down on the covers.
"Want it rough, huh?" Derek said, crouching between her thighs. "Fine with me, whore. Pussy is pussy, whether you get it free or have to fucking take it."
Linda thrust her hands toward his face to scratch his eyes out, but he grabbed her wrists. After crushing her arms down, he yanked her thighs brutally apart with his knees. He fell forward and bit down on her mouth like a striking snake.
For an instant, Linda was taken aback. It had happened just like this that night with Rod. He had raped her savagely while she bit and clawed. And later she'd had the best climax of her life.
But that had been her husband, not some teenaged jerk from school!
"No ... please ... you're hurting me," she panted, gritting her teeth together to keep out his probing tongue.
Derek opened his mouth wide and bit over hers, forcing her jaws open. He immediately thrust his tongue inside her mouth. At the same time, he humped his ass forward, digging the tip of his rock-hard cockshaft into her redgold patch of cunt hair.
The pain his kiss caused was nothing compared to the agony that riddled her pussy. Linda arched her back to keep his prick from entering, but her efforts were useless. She felt her cunt opening stretch, mold around his cockhead.
"Gonna split you open like a pod," Derek grunted. He squirmed his ass around for a few quick seconds, then hammered his entire weight between her legs. "Unhhhh ... take it?"
Linda felt a spasm of anguish that seemed to eat into every cell of her body. It was as if she'd been suddenly fucked by a baseball bat. His shaft seemed to be burning up between her lungs, totally rearranging her guts.
"Godddd!" she shrieked when she got her breath. "It ... it hurts . . . you're killing me!"
"Good, you fucking whore!" Derek said, withdrawing, then plunging back inside. "Let's see if you fuck as good as you talk, Teach."
His cock felt like his prick was wrapped in sandpaper. And if his cock had been a fraction of an inch bigger, she was certain he would have torn her pussy to hamburger. She closed her eyes, tried to faint, but couldn't.
She would have to endure every horrible second of this torture. To lie beneath his hulking frame and be assaulted, raped, fucked.
"Goddamn . . . your little pussy is the tightest I've ever screwed," Derek grunted. "You sure I ain't popping no cherry right now?"
Linda felt a wave of revulsion sweep through her. This was happening, really happening. It wasn't a dream, a nightmare. She was being raped by this animal!
His cock was fucking in and out of her cunt! If she didn't do something, he might ruin her forever. Perhaps if she tried to relax, make fucking her a little easier for him, it would be over. He would leave and then she could call the police.
She forced herself to relax, although it was a near-impossible task. Each time his cock fucked into her pussy, his prick felt like a fucking fist.
"Ohhh ... not so hard," she begged. "You're ... going to kill me with that thing . please .. ."
Her plea only made him fuck harder, faster. Soon, his ass was pumping up and down, a blur of flesh. The sounds of his crotch hitting hers echoed off the walls.
"Suck on it with your sweet pussy, slut!" Derek growled, biting across her cheek to her left ear. "Open and close like a clam . . ." As he lapped toward her ear, then ran his bared teeth over the side of her neck, Linda turned her head slightly. For some reason, her gaze centered on the yellow candle she had used the night before, had planned on using tonight.
Had she actually been begging for this? Last night seemed a million years away, the candle a stranger.
"Ready for some cum, bitch?" Derek said, kissing back to her slack-jawed mouth. "I've got lots and lots, saved up just for you, whore t"
The thought of his cum boiling into her pussy filled her with humiliation. He would grunt like a pig, fill her with those greasy wads, then she would feel them ooze from her crack, wet-up her crotch hairs.
She would be used. And no matter what happened--even if he did go to jail-others would find out about the rape. The boys at school would laugh, point. Oh, yes, Derek fucks them all. Even her.
He was going to ruin her life with his horrible, monstrous cock, his filthy cum!
Linda tried fighting him again, but he held her down, his fingers tightening around her wrists until her hands turned a mottled purple. His cock fucked in and out savagely like a piston machine out of control.
"Don't . . . God, don't do it," she begged,; feeling his cockshaft grow even harder, begin to pulsate.
"Ohhhh ... baby, gonna load your sweet pussy up so full it blows out your ears!" Derek grunted. He froze for a second, then every muscle in his body flexed, glistening with sweat. An instant later, he tore into her cunt for all he was worth. "Now . . . cum-sucking pig whore ... now 1" He blasted in the first of his molten load.
Linda's mind exploded with horror and shame when she felt his cum splash into her pussy. At first, his cum didn't even feel like liquid at all, but like a million tiny animals clawing and eating at her pussy walls.
Defeated totally, she felt her body go limp. As it did, the pun melted somewhat, then was replaced with a glowing sensation. Just some relief from the pressure, she thought at first. But no.
Her pussy twitched around his cockshaft, held him like a glove. The flutterings crept forward, as if swimming through the streams of greasy cum. Inch by inch, the feeling worked toward her pussy opening. She held her breath, fought the sensation with every ounce of strength she could muster."
God, no! She was going to have and she began bucking and writhing no longer fighting him, but herself. Others could shame her and she could survive, but how could she shame herself?
Her pussy lips quivered, sucked around the root of his cock, seemed to munch into his thick, wiry hairs like a mouth. She felt some of the flesh of his balls nudge into her cunt hole.
"No!" she shrieked, then collapsed. The pleasures built, then thankfully turned to pain. "God . . please ... no. . ."
"You love it, you know you do, whore," Derek grunted, punching in the last few globs of his enormous load.
Linda didn't trust herself even to speak. She just wanted to die, to be lost in total darkness, numbness.
"OK, you got what you wanted," she said when he stopped moving, "now ... leave .. please."
"Leave?" Derek said, chuckling sadistically. "This is only the beginning, baby. We're gonna fuck all weekend."
"You wouldn't dare!" Linda gasped, new anger replacing the humiliation.
The boy's dark laughter pierced her brain like bullets.