Pervert teacher(7)

What a jerk I was in those days! What made it so important that I be with that schmuck? How was I to know, being a naive virgin, that his reputation for being a great romantic lover meant only that he was a good lay? I had read too many soppy novels and seen too many bad movies.

Tom grinned. He knew that all the girls wanted nothing more than to be with him. He knew that all he had to do to get a girl slobbering at his feet was to fuck her, and she would beg for more.

"You're a funny girl," he said.

"Thank you," I replied, not realizing that he was not complimenting me. I though he meant that I had a sense of humor.

"I mean that you're strange. What's this dancing bug that's gotten into you? You're all dolled up in some pink frilly dress and you think we're going to waltz in the moonlight?"

"Couldn't we?"

"No." That ended it once and for all. With Tom, I knew that we would never be the romantic couple I had so longed to be.

"Well," I finally said, "what would you like to do?"

He grinned again. He pointed down to his crotch and said, "This."

"Okay," I answered, wondering why he seemed to like my stroking his cock so much.

I began to fondle his dick even though it was sticky and covered with cum. He let me rub it until it started to get hard again. When I started to rub it really hard, waiting for the moment when his cock would erupt again, he stopped me.

"No, this time it's going to be different," he said. "This time I'm really going to slide my meat up your hole."

"My hole?"

"Your cunt, baby. Don't tell me you don't know you have a cunt. All girls have 'em. Golden ones, red ones, dark ones. You've got a dark one, I know."

"How do you know?" I asked, trying to joke.

Inside, however, I felt sick. I so wanted him to like me, and yet I knew that what he wanted to do with me was wrong.

"Baby, your hair is dark and that means all your hair is dark. Your pussy's going to be covered with your dark hair. But underneath that hair, baby, is going to be the hottest, juiciest piece of meat I know."

I started to tremble. I trembled both with excitement and fear. I wanted him to do whatever it was that he wished, but I was afraid that he would do just that.

I had never been fucked before. Oh, you probably won't believe that, looking at me now, would you? Well, it was true. Back in the days when I was young there was indeed a time when no man had penetrated my vagina, and I didn't even know what a guy really wanted from a girl. I know now. Boy, do I know now!

He put his hand on my dress and started to rub the area near my cunt. I felt a vague dizziness overtaking me. I let him touch me all over, until he started to reach underneath my dress and press the palm of his hand against my panties.

I could feel his finger pressing the silk into my gash. It thrilled me a bit because I knew that what we were doing was forbidden, but at the same time, I was afraid that he was going to hurt me.

"No, don't!" I said as he started to take down my panties.

"Don't what? Hey, Marianne, I thought you wanted it as much as I did. I didn't know you were a lesbian."

"A what?"

"A girl who likes girls."

"Well, sure I like girls. I like all my girlfriends. There's Alma, and she and I are very close, and there's…"

"Never mind…" He began to toy with my pussy hairs, and I let him. Everything I did or said seemed to irritate him, and I couldn't figure it out. Now, of course, I know it was because I didn't just rip off my clothing and beg to be fucked. It was both a blessing and a curse.

It was a blessing that I didn't crave to have his cock inside my cunt, because I became a challenge to him and he ultimately grew to like me and he married me. It was a curse for exactly the same reason.

I glanced out of the windows of the parked car. No one was even remotely in sight. I wished that a cop would pass by and shine a flashlight into the window. Anything to prevent my being hurt.

He pulled my dress up over my head. It covered my face and I couldn't see anything.

"Well, take the damned thing off!" he snarled when I complained.

I clumsily began to remove my dress, while he sat there impatiently. "It's off now," I said at last. "I can see that," he answered grumpily. He started once again to massage my bush underneath my panties, and, as he slowly pulled my panties down, he squirmed along the seat to climb on top of me.

"Oww! You're hurting me!" I complained as I felt his entire weight pressing down on my body.

"Christ!" he swore, and shifted his weight. His dick was really hard now, and I could feel it beginning to touch the tips of my pussy hairs. I was trembling inside, and trying to appear calm on the outside.

"Okay, baby, I'm going to fuck you now. You're going to love it. Just relax, baby, and let my cock ram the shit out of you."

"What!"

"Relax, it's just an expression. I'm going to make you feel really good, baby. Close your eyes and spread your legs."

I could feel the tip of his dick beginning to enter my pussy. It felt good at first, and I began to relax. Perhaps everything was going to be all tight after all.

His balls were still wet, and when I started to rub them, he began to plunge deeper into my hole. I felt a series of sharp pains, and I begged for him to stop.

"No way, baby!" he cried. "This time it's for real!" He started to press harder into my cunt, and I felt as if I would die.

"Stop! Help! Oww! You're hurting me! Oww!"

The expression on his face was one of sheer glee at my pain. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it.

In fear, I pressed my fingers into his shoulder, not intending to hurt him, but just to relieve some of my own tensions. Apparently I had not trimmed my nails in weeks, and I cut into his flesh. He screamed so loud. I thought my eardrums would burst.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" The blood started to trickle down his back and he withdrew his cock immediately from my pussy.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" I shouted when I saw that he had been injured. "I didn't mean…"

"You didn't mean what? If you didn't want me to fuck you, why didn't you say so? Why do you have to go around hurting people? What's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?"

He was furious. I had done it. He would never speak to me again, and we would never become friends. What was there about him that made me want him so much? More to the point, what was there about me that made me want him so much? He was, and is, a full-fledged card-carrying prick.

His cock was poised right up above my cunt. It bobbed and pulsed there, and the two of us lay together unmoving.

Without saying a word, he started to rub his dick slowly up my body away from my pussy until he was pressed up against my chest.

"Come on," he finally said as he moved his cock back and forth between my tits, "push your fucking tits together around my cock. That's it. Come on, don't act as dumb as you look."

I squeezed my breasts together and he rubbed his dick up against my flesh. It did feel good and I wondered why all guys didn't fuck all girls this way. It sure felt better than the other way.

The more I squeezed my tits together, the faster Tom started to pump. His prick was sliding back and forth along my chest, and I could feel his balls pressing into my skin.

His breathing got heavier and heavier. I knew from the last time that this meant he was close to coming, and I started to massage his balls as they slid along my body.

The tip of his cock became redder and redder as he tit-fucked me. I clasped my arms around his body and pulled him even closer into me. I really was enjoying this. I was sure I now knew what sex was all about.

"Baby, when I come, you better shut your fucking eyes!" he cried as he began to hump even faster. "I'm going to shoot gallons of cum at you!"

His dick seemed to be getting longer and harder. I could almost see the blood being pumped into his dick and I felt the heat permeating through my skin.

"Get fucked, baby!" he cried. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot my fucking cream! I'm gonna come, baby! Ohhhh! Oh, baby, I'm gonna come!"

His cock rocked back and forth rapidly. His balls quivered with excitement. He was going wild.

Suddenly, he screamed wildly. I felt the hot sticky sperm shooting out of his dick and jetting into my face.

"I'm coming!" he screamed. "Ohhhhhh! Get fucked! Get fucked! I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!!"

The thick goop shot out at me. I became covered with sperm. I felt it sliding and dripping all over my face.

"Lick it up!" he cried. "Lick up my fucking cum!"

My entire face was awash in sperm. My mouth was soaking in it. It was into my hair and up my nose. I couldn't escape it. His cream was everywhere.

"Come on!" he begged. "Lick it! Drink that cream, baby!" He tried to force him sperm into my mouth. He pushed it between my lips and ordered me to swallow it.

I tried to resist. I didn't know what that substance was. He began to get really mad and started to slap my tits with his cock, telling me that he was going to tam his dick up my hole so hard it'd rip me apart if he didn't get his scum eaten.

I had no choice. I didn't want him to fuck me, and I began to lick the hot sperm.

It didn't taste so bad, and as I dipped my fingers into his cream and then licked off my fingers, I was actually pleased that he had forced me to do it.

"That's it, baby!" he cried. "That's it! Lick that goo, baby. Lick it. I'm gonna give you more of it, too. I'm going to give you so much cream that you'll drown in it!"