underground rape
After he finished cumming, Greg stood up and let his deflating cock slip from her cunt. "Thanks for the pussy" he said with a smile. The two guys then walked over to where their riding gear laid in the sand, and started getting dressed.
A single tear ran from Jessica's eye, as she laid there naked. Her sweaty body was covered in fine sand, and several of the bite marks had already started to bruise. Luckily for her though, none of them were bad enough to bleed, or cause any lasting injury.
"You better get bet dressed, Jessie…..You don't want to get a sun burn" Brian laughed, as he strapped on his helmet and climbed onto his quad. "Ya, thanks for the nice piece of ass Jessica, maybe we can do it again sometime" remarked Greg.
"Fuck you!" replied Jessica, in a quite voice that neither one of the guys even heard. Greg and Brain rode to the top of the bowl to await the "rescue team". As they looked down and watched Jessica put on her riding pants and tank top they smiled at one another.
"You know, she didn't deserve that" commented Brian. "I feel kind of bad". "Ya right, me too…..NOT!" replied Greg, as he laughed at his friends obvious sarcasm.
A moment later, they heard the sounds of the approaching truck and accompanying ATV's. Within seconds the group came into view as they crested a nearby dune with their friend Mark leading the pack. Brian and Greg waved to Mark to get his attention, and headed off towards the North, leaving Jessica there alone for her friends to find her. As they started to roll over the edge of the bowl and take off, Greg watched Jessie as she dusted the sand from her hair, stopping briefly to flip him the middle finger.
Later that afternoon, as the three guys drove across the desert highway in their motor home, Greg and Brain laughed as they told Mark their story of the rape and torture of poor Jessica. Mark was a little pissed that he wasn't included in their fun, but made them promise him that he'd get the first shot next time the opportunity arose.
For reasons only Jessica could answer, she decided to never tell a soul about what had happened that day. She didn't get pregnant, and the bruises soon disappeared, but the memory would always be there.
Diana McKay was a very popular teacher at Washington High. She was often accused by her fellow teachers of using her sexuality to keep the young men in her class interested in learning English composition. She was 41, blonde, 5'4, 36-25-35, had a C cup and weighed 135 pounds.
Diana was married to a college professor a dozen years her senior. She had met Dr. John McKay when she was a sophomore at Syracuse University and he was her teacher. Within months of their first meeting they were sleeping together and before she graduated he had left his wife and two small children to marry Diana.