Chapter 6
She was ready, perfectly and completely ready, and Swift could feel the wet open moistness of her cunt as he slid down into position. Moving quickly, he deftly separated the sparse brown pubic hairs with his agile fingers, guiding the massive tip of his cock directly into the target area and feeling her open up to him as he glided easily and calmly into the warm clasping depths of her succulent young body. There was no pain, no resistance left in her. Kathy's previous encounters with the other three members of the gang had left her well-stretched and moist, and despite the unusual size of the young man's eagerly pulsing cock, she found no difficulty in accepting him into her waiting vagina.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned in pure, unashamed happiness as he thrust into her, his steel-hard shaft of flesh driving all the way up to the tenderness of her cervix. The lust-wracked young school teacher wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and crooned in a sexual delirium, as if she were irrationally afraid he would try to leave her at this critical moment. While he began fucking energetically in and out of her, her sensually ripened body jerked and convulsed as if she were receiving electroshock treatment. A light fragrant sheen of perspiration covered her soft velvety flesh, and her long brown hair flared out over her head like a halo. This woman was not going to be long in cumming, Swift sensed accurately, and he doubled his stroke, wanting to make it a orgasm she would remember the rest of her life.
"Ah, go ahead!" she groaned as he fucked up into her unmercifully. "That's right! Oh . . . God . . . so . . . wonderful."
Kathy had lost all sense of shame, pleading with the man who was raping her to do it harder and faster. Swift responded by cupping the wildly churning cheeks of her naked buttocks in his hands and lifting her writhing young body clear off the bed in order to be able to penetrate even more deeply than before. Using every muscle in his athlete's body, he fucked into her, feeling the hot convulsing flesh of her pussy clasping tightly around his long pistoning penis. Her nostrils were flaring wildly, like a mare feeling the power of the stallion, and her own mother would not have recognized her in this moment.
Swift levered up over her as the critical moment arrived, realizing that this was a sight he did not want to miss seeing, even at the price of diminishing his own pleasure somewhat. As the man changed position, the girl trembling on the edge of the most violent orgasm of her life adapted herself quickly to this new posture, moving her hands butterfly-like from his muscular shoulders down to his rock-hard ass-cheeks as if she were trying to pull him even more deeply inside of her. She was as slippery as a fish to hang onto since both their gyrating bodies were now bathed in sweat, and Swift could feel her fingernails digging fiercely into the toughened flesh of his buttocks, egging him on to almost superhuman efforts.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me! Harder!" she groaned insistently, thrashing back and forth beneath him like a woman possessed by the devil, her open mouth searching recklessly for his as her moment of triumph and defeat inexorably approached.
"Oh Christ," she said suddenly, her voice now shocked, as if she had suddenly regained her sanity and could not quite believe what was happening to her. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Kathy Barton's nakedly writhing body arched up to meet him as the hot orgasmic fluid from her convulsing young pussy washed out of her in veritable torrents, flooding around Bud's pistoning cock while the powerful cuntal muscles in her body bore down upon him with an enormous pressure.
Swift had cum himself only a few minutes before, but the tension was too much to be resisted. There was the same volcanic eruption in his sperm-laden balls, and he felt himself cumming all over again! Moving up over her still lewdly writhing body, he forcefully threw her thighs up over his shoulders and ground down into her with enough power to break her back in two. The explosion went on and on for both of them until it seemed that they were both hanging in mid-air like a jet pilot at the apogee of a climb, and it was a long time before gravity took over again and pulled them softly back to earth.
Swift eased his slowly deflating cock out of the biology teacher's battered young cunt, truly exhausted from the effort he had put forth, and looked vaguely around for his pants. There was a movement in the next room, and he wondered if his crew of thugs was waking from their drunken slumber and whether or not they would feel like another crack at the girl. He resolved that he would not permit them to touch her again! She had suffered enough. The school teacher had sighed deeply and rolled nakedly onto her stomach, apparently having drifted off to sleep. As soon as she was rested, they would dress her and drive her home. The fun was over.
Swift located his clothing, and hopped on one foot as he climbed back into his pants. There was a flash of light at the door as someone entered, and Bud Swift looked up to find himself staring down the barrel of-a pistol. Holding the weapon was Philip Matthews. There was a savage expression on the English teacher's face which Swift had never seen before, and for the first time in his life, the gang leader knew what it felt like to be afraid.