Grade School Grazing

 

                                 Chapter Two

                    Breaching Bonny’s Bridgehead

 

Prologue

 

Jack’s fellow teacher and across the alley neighbour, Bonny, was watching with binoculars through her window when Jack plucked his 13-year-old, Grade 7 student’s cherry.

 

          Bonny's fingers dug into her fleshy cunt when she heard the young girl cry out her teacher's name and saw her legs wrap around him. She convulsed with orgasm at the sight but it was unsatisfying.  She felt jealous when, after the unprincipled teacher rolled off his adolescent victim, she saw the expression of languorous satiation on the young girl's face.  And then she saw the huge projection from the teacher's groin.  My God.   He could have injured the girl.  Her belly churned as she imagined how far up the young teen he must have been.  She'd report him.  She had to.

 

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The Story Continues:

 

          Jack was relaxing with a drink.  Diana had left an hour ago, her mental response to devirgination seeming to be as mature as her physical response was.  He was a bit worried, but not much.  She didn't seem likely to tell and, although she'd left no doubt about her willingness to fuck him again, it might be too dangerous.  His unruly organ swelled at the memory of the young teen's tight cunt and firm fleshed body.  And then there was a knock on the door.

 

          "Miss Baldwin? Bonny! What a surprise! Come in."   He didn't know her that well, but Bonny was a statuesque, tanned brunette, a few years older than he, he guessed, maybe in her mid-twenties. She had been the object of many of his lecherous gazes during the two months of the school year.  Jack led her to the sofa, away from an eye line into his bedroom where the rumpled, bloodstained sheet gave evidence to his recent lechery.

 

          "I'm going to report you to the authorities! You deserve to be hanged!"

 

          Jack got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, even as he noted that she said hanged, not hung. Miss Baldwin was an English teacher.  "I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Baldwin? Why? What did I do?"

 

          "You know damned well what you did! And she's just a child.  She was virgin!"    She spat out the last three words as if, maybe had the child not been a virgin, it would have been OK.

         

          Jack didn't know what to say.  Had Diana told her?  That must be it.  He'd try to bluster his way out of this mess.  Damn.  She was an impressive woman, standing there, hands on her hips, her big, round boobs heaving with her indignation under a loose-fitting t-shirt.   "Who? Did someone say I did something? Molested her? It's a lie!"  Jack tried to appear equally indignant but it was difficult, since he knew he was wrong.

 

          "Nobody told me anything! I saw it with my own two eyes!" Bonnie felt a sense of triumph at catching him in such a barefaced lie. She'd make him grovel before she reported him.

 

          OhmyGod!  The drapes.   I forgot to close them.  Jack knew that, from the nearby building, it was possible to see into his bedroom.  She must live there.  "Were you invading my privacy?  Is that it?  Were you peeping in my window?  I'll sue, dammit!  You had no right to do that!  And you wouldn't have a leg to stand on, in court."   God, though, you've got two great legs to stand on here, he thought, as he looked at her long, shapely legs.  She was standing, feet apart wide hips thrust forward, her full thighs outlined clearly under her light, calf-length skirt.

 

          "We'll see about that, Mister! I saw it all. I saw you rape that innocent, young girl."   Was he right?  Would her story not hold up because she was peeping?  "I don't believe it won't hold up.  Not when I get her to testify, too."   Bonnie saw a flash of uncertainty cross his face and again exulted inwardly.  She'd get the handsome bastard!

 

          Bonnie was a twenty four year old virgin.  That by itself was remarkable, considering her beauty and her build, but what was even more remarkable was that she still had her cherry.  She still had her cherry because that usually fragile membrane was, in her case, a double thick, physiological anomaly.  And she was still a virgin because her arrogant, overbearing nature always drove away potential suitors.

 

          "Listen, you arrogant bitch! If you think you saw something by peeping through my window, that's your problem!"    Jack drew himself up to his full six feet, three-inch height so he could look down at the tall woman. "You're not going to find anyone who'll say I fucked her, let alone a thirteen year old with a newly busted cherry!"   He grabbed the woman's shoulders, making her big jugs tremble like taut balloons and he saw her gaze waver.

 

          Bonny, since she was in her early teens, had successfully hidden her timid, unsure nature behind a mask of arrogant certainty.  Now, the man's aggressive response to her accusation unsettled her and her uncertainty was exacerbated by the vivid memory of what she'd seen between his legs when he'd dismounted from the young girl.  She was suddenly afraid for her own safety.  She shouldn't have come here alone.  He might rape her, too.  Real rape, not the statutory kind with the young girl.   She knew he hadn't used force on that one.

 

          Jack shook her and the wobbling of her pneumatic breastworks sent a hot surge of lust through his loins.  "You're pretty brave, coming in here with those lovely, big tits sticking out. Did you come here to tempt the rapist?"

 

          OhmyGod! Does he think that? She looked down and saw the huge bulge in the crotch of his terrycloth shorts and she was suddenly and uncharacteristically humble.  "No...No...Let me go...I want to leave,” Bonny said in a tremulous voice and her knees turned watery when he pulled her close and mashed his mouth against hers.

 

          Might as well be shot for a sheep as a lamb, Jack thought as her got one hand behind her head to hold her face against his and wrapped the other arm around her waist to haul her long, lush body tightly to his.  She kept her mouth tightly closed but her lips felt soft and he pushed his crotch bulge into the vee of her groin.

 

          Bonny was big and strong but she was no match for her assailant.  She strained and trembled as she tried to get away but it was hopeless.  He was pulling up her shirt and her bare breasts were rubbing against his chest, the nipples swelling and tingling from the stimulation.  She felt the waistband of her skirt loosen and then her skirt was falling to the floor.  Oh God! I didn't put on my panties, she realized with a sinking sensation in her gut.

 

          "You came looking for this, didn't you?  Did you get so hot seeing little Diana get hers that you came over for yours?" Jack was dragging the big woman to his bedroom as he spoke, her heels leaving twin trails on the thick carpet. And then they stumbled and fell together to the floor.

 

          “NO...OH PLEASE...NO!" Bonny cried out as the man pushed down his shorts and his huge, erect organ popped free.  Oh God.  It was even bigger than it had looked through the binoculars.  There was no trace left of her arrogance now.  The sight of Jack's mammoth fleshpole, only inches from her unsullied sex paralyzed her.  It was totally intimidating.  "Please Jack? Oh please don't? You can't? I won't tell what I saw. Please?"

 

          The sight of the big, naked woman on the floor, trembling and pleading in a timid voice was intensely salacious. She wouldn't be a tight, young virgin like Diana but she could sure give him a ride. Jack, now naked, too, rolled on top of the big, firm-fleshed woman, enjoying the feel of her accommodating size even though she was tense and unmoving, her long legs tightly clamped together.

         

          Bonny could feel it. That huge, hard weapon sandwiched between their bellies, and she whimpered as his mouth covered hers, forcing her lips apart so that his teeth grazed hers before his tongue pushed through and into her mouth.  Her mouth opened wide then, as if to make her oral cavern too large for the man’s supple tongue to touch inside but to no avail.  The hot, ductile appendage was under her lips, between there and her teeth, and then it was thrusting in and out of her slack-jawed mouth.  The young woman whimpered as her imagination transferred the thrusting of his tongue in and out of her mouth to a similar propelling of a different member into her lower grotto.  The thought of having her virginity plundered, being intimately invaded by this man’s mammoth organ made her nauseous.  Why hadn’t she waited until tomorrow and reported him to the authorities?  Had she somehow, sub-consciously, invited this assault?  How could she escape?  She lay under the big man, trying to think of a way.

 

          She wasn't really fighting him.  Jack was sure now that he could take her and the thought of being inside her big, beautiful body made him almost nauseous with excitement.  But he couldn’t.  Not by force.  He’d committed virtual rape on other occasions, but rape only because he’d aroused a girl to such a state that she couldn’t resist.  He forced his knees between hers and, although it was an almost painful effort, he got her long legs apart. Then, breaking off the one-sided kiss, he rose up from her wonderful, firm breast mounds to look at her naked loveliness. Her breasts were taut and high in spite of their size, the points of her nipples jutting out, large and voluptuous, from the summits of the melon-sized mounds of flesh beneath them. Jack cupped the huge flesh mounds, lifting and squeezing them gently, testing their resiliency and their juicy weightiness. He played with the rubbery nipples, pulling them, tweaking them as he watched for her reaction.

 

          “You’ll go to jail!” the woman muttered through clenched teeth.  “If not for what you did to that poor, defenseless young girl then for this.”  

 

          The man's fat penis lay hard against Bonny's lower belly and she fixed her fascinated gaze on it, as if hypnotized. Pinpricks of delicious feeling raced from the tips of her pliant, globular mounds from the man's sensuous milking of her hugely swollen tits and little butterfly-like sensations fluttered through her stomach.

 

          Rising up higher from the woman's voluptuous body, Jack looked at his cock lying against the tanned flesh of her belly, the tip reaching the deeply dimpled hole of her navel. There was an appealing flat roll of firm flesh below her navel, a dip, and then the swell of her mons with its dark haired bush. Bonny looked up at him, her expression one of fear or anger or acceptance, he couldn't tell. Her upper lip was drawn back from her white teeth and now her legs were remaining open, even wider apart than his legs forced them. She wasn't trying to escape.

 

          Bonny shuddered as Jack dipped the huge head of his cock between the fleshy, outer lips of her cunt. It was so hot! So hard! She stiffened when she felt it at the mouth of her vagina. He was going to put it inside her. Just like he'd put it inside that little girl hardly more than an hour ago.

 

          There'd been no words, Jack realized, since he'd rolled on top of her. Had she, in fact, really come here to get fucked?  Reaching down he grasped his rigid tool and, using it like a thick, slick-tipped finger, he began to masturbate the lovely woman who was lying acquiescent and defenseless beneath him.  She looked up at him with eyes that were only half open, a pained expression on her face, her jaw hanging slackly as if she were drugged.

 

          Was this the way it was going to happen?  Bonny fought the growing heat in her belly.  It was humiliating.  Here she was, lying naked except for the t-shirt that was now covering only her neck, and a man was about to further humble her by invading her most secret place.  Why couldn’t she fight him?  Her arms moved up to push him away but when her hands grasped his shoulders she could do nothing but hold them as her broad pelvis tilted of its own volition and arched upward, seeking the tantalizing pressure from her assailant’s hot, hard weapon.

 

Jack guided his cock lower, just enough to push into the boiling heat of the woman’s cuntmouth.  Maybe, just maybe she was aroused enough that she would surrender without force?  The soft mouth of her vagina was snug, tighter than he'd expected, and she was juicily wet.  He paused, leaving his tool collared in her carnal gateway and he used his finger to titillate her hard, slick clitoris.

 

Bonny’s head lifted and she looked down to the source of the hot sensations that made her loins feel like a furnace.  A cry caught in her throat at the sight of the thick, white fleshpole that was connecting his hairy groin to the bulging mound of her furry sex.  Oh God!  He was going to skewer her with that obscene third arm.  She quaked with apprehension, her big breasts jiggling like taut balloons.  And then she looked up at the big man atop her, her eyes now strangely bright and shining as the pressure in her loins threatened to burst.

 

She could push him away but she didn’t.   She could tell him to stop but she wasn’t.  Jack’s organ twitched in the snug clasp of the woman’s soft, hot fucknest.  Even though the lovely, young, 13-year-old virgin, Diana, had drained his lust juices barely more than an hour ago, his balls ached and felt heavy and swollen.  Yes.  He’d fuck her unless she said stop.  And said it right now.

 

The woman felt her assailant tense and she gripped his shoulders more tightly.  She was on the verge of orgasm from the skilled teasing of her cum-trigger by the man’s finger and she felt a change down below, a slight, slow distending pressure.  Oh God!  He was going to do it.  It was beginning.  Her wide hips made an instinctive, downward roll away from the threatening weapon.

 

Jack pushed in, savouring the hot, wet clasp of the woman’s labia as they engulfed the peach-sized knob of his cock.  It was delightful.  The elastic portal yielded reluctantly, gripping his cockhead like a soft, rubber band.  And then his ingress was blocked. What was it? My God! She couldn't be a virgin? Not at her age with a body like hers. He pushed. He pushed harder and he felt a slight give, a yielding.

 

          Miss Baldwin, twenty-four years old and never yet fucked, felt the ache. The pressure. "Hmmm... Mmm ...nannh ," she whimpered and her hips made a slight, nervous recoiling movement from the pressure.  Her hands moved from her co-teacher’s shoulders down to the source of the hurt, her fingers feeling the thick stake that was poised to demolish her virginity.  Oh God. She shuddered.  The hugeness.   The hardness.   The power.   She was helpless.  Like that little girl.  Resistance was futile.

 

          God, she must be a virgin.  At twenty-four she still had her cherry. With the toughest hymen he'd ever encountered.  Jack looked down to where her hands were on either side of his cock, her black-bushed nest surrounding the bulbous head.  He was well collared in her cuntmouth and he pulled back.  Then, with a furious, determined thrust, he surged forward and the membrane, double thickness or not, imploded with an almost audible plop as he burst through it into the humid clasp of her sheath.

 

          "Yeennccnhhh! " exploded from Bonnie's lips and she arched her back, thrusting her big, high breasts up and back with the shock as a hot agony shot through her belly.  He'd broken her.  Broken not only her cherry but her spirit.   The pain of her defloration and the stretching sensations of having her unused sheath expanded by the man's mammoth organ made her collapse in weakly whimpering subservience beneath her assailant.  Her hands timidly explored the smooth-skinned, still unsheathed length of his weapon and her eyes widened in fearful anticipation of what was yet to come.

 

          "Yeahh...wonderful," Jack moaned as he felt his shaft clasped in the soft, soothing embrace of the big woman's virgin cunt.  Slowly, a centimeter at a time, he worked his way in.  Her hands were there but she wasn't trying to deter him.  Her large, firm breasts jiggled with her breathless whimpers and her arms fell away, her hands lying limply at her sides as seven, then eight inches of his prick were buried in her passage.  Jack lowered his chest to her big, firm tit-cushions and slid his hands under her lush ass, feeling the quiver of her ass muscles under their fleshy covering.  Grasping her firm buttocks he pulled himself in until, finally, he had stuffed the big woman with the entirety of his penis.

 

          Bonny was conscious at first of only the hugeness of the man's organ which seemed to fill her entire belly. Then as he began to fuck her slowly, little erotic tingles and sensations of piercing stimulation radiated out from the pleasure centre between her widespread legs.

 

          Jack screwed the woman's big, lax body and gradually, the tightness lessened.  As it became easier with every thrust he made, the woman began to wriggle her loins and hips against him and the breath rushed from her mouth in short, whimpering gasps.

 

          Bonny, when Jack had pushed home the last length of pulsating flesh into her unused sheath thrilled to the friction on her smooth-stretched cuntwalls and the heat she knew only from her fingers grew in her belly. She felt his hips slither around against her skin and, virgin though she'd been, soon she was squirming and arching her body upward and she knew, deep in her mind and her belly, that she needed this. She needed to be fucked.

 

          Jack felt in control.  Of himself.   And of the big, lush-bodied woman beneath him. Bonny was hugging him now, her hands moving gently over his shoulders, the slightly crushed, large globes of her breasts prodding up into his chest.

 

          Deflowered and conquered, Bonny's big, strong body writhed beneath her master. A maddening erotic tingle rippled through her cock-impaled cunt and out along the velvet-lined lips of her cunt and crept like wildfire across her tightly drawn belly, through her breasts to the tips. She was approaching climax and her furry pelvis began sliding up and down and her pussy swallowed the man's huge cock with a muscular, pulling action that was drawing at his balls.

 

          Oh God! She's cumming! Jack was in heaven. There was a special delight in giving a young girl like Diana her first fuck-made climax but to do it to a mature woman like Bonny was a rare opportunity. It was as if she wanted to envelop him with flesh and he felt the furious pulling at his penis as her strongly muscled cunt contracted juicily on his cock.

 

          Bonny was in torment. This lecherous man was in control of her, his shaft lay, sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides, and all she could do was writhe and wriggle and open herself for more. Then she felt a throb from deep inside, the breadth and length of his virile cock jerking up her another half inch as he flexed it within her and it triggered her orgasm.

 

          Feeling the hot press of her orgasm squeeze around his cock and hearing her deep, throaty groan as Bonny's naked body convulsed beneath him, Jack rammed his body as hard as he could against her writhing hips. Her hands clutched him with the force of a madman, digging into his shoulders as she arched her back and tilted her furry pelvis, inviting his mammoth penetration. Jack felt the burning heat as the thick, viscous liquid began its mad race along the full length of his bloated cock.

 

          She'd never been fucked before but she knew what was happening. Bonny felt the muscles surrounding her genitals expanding and contracting, sending waves of incredible feelings rocketing through her entire body and then she felt his cock give a warning throb as the heavily swollen sperm canal on the underside of his jerking penis bulged out and the first rush of heated semen seethed up from his dangling balls and the flood pierced her belly, entering up into the deep regions below her breasts.

 

          Jack's organ was undulating in great, squeezing jerks as Bonny's spasms subsided. Limp now, her long legs fell widely splayed, submissively cradling her conqueror and it felt to the woman that his buried cock seemed to expand more and more, stretching her narrow vaginal walls farther apart as his potent sperm spurted hotly up into her womb, filling her twitching channel until the excess was squeezed from the flooded canal to ooze and dribble into the crack of her quivering ass.

 

          Lying heavily on the woman's big, quivering body, Jack wondered how much trouble he was in.  He'd not only raped this woman but she'd seen him despoil a thirteen year old.  Two virgins in the space of three hours were gratifying but what was the price going to be?  Her big breasts were heaving pneumatically under his chest, as her breathing had not yet returned to normal.

 

          "Uh, Mr. Allan? Jack? Maybe I ought to get up?"   The timid, quavering voice gave him his answer.  "I...uh...you...uh...if I stand? Like? So it will run out? Your sperm?"    She wasn't going to raise trouble.  He knew that now.  But he liked lying on her.  Liked the feel of her big, firm tits and the twitching and quivering of her belly and thighs.  Even the warm wetness of his cunt-filling gism around his slowly deflating tool felt good.

 

          "In a minute, Bonny. I just want to savour your loveliness for another minute."   He knew he needed time before he could fuck her again but that he would do.  He wriggled down against her, making no effort to ease his weight from her prone body.

 

          It felt to her as if there was a lake of semen inside her, lying heavily at the mouth of her womb. She could picture the little sperm swimming up into her, seeking an egg to fertilize. But there was a languor, a lassitude that pervaded her loins and she had a feeling of glorious satisfaction. He hadn't done this with the little girl. Hadn't stayed on top of her after he was done. Was he going to fuck her again? Could he? Men needed time to recover, didn't they?

 

          Jack's tool finally slipped limply out of the cum-flooded enclosure and he rolled off the woman's spread-eagled frame. But she didn't get up. Her hand moved timidly to his groin and her fingers cradled the soft fleshtube, fondling it.

 

          "It's so small, now?"   she said in a tremulous voice. "I really should stand or something?"   Bonny looked down at her wetly matted bush and saw the trickle of red stained gism leaking from between her labial slit.  "Do you think I should get the pill, Jack? I mean? Like?  In case you want to? Like, have me again?"

 

          "Yeah. It's a good idea." Jack leaned over and traced the outline of one of her large aureoles with his tongue and felt it immediately become pebbled as the nipple swelled and projected between his lips. Her fingers tightened on his penis and, like her nipple, his organ also responded to the titillation.

 

          An anticipatory flutter rippled Bonny's firm-fleshed belly when she felt the flaccid fleshtube expand in her hand. "Are you? Do you want to make love to me again? Now?" She squirmed, no longer mindful of the pool of sperm lying dangerously at the bottom of her freshly devirginated cunt. Both of her hands were on him now, stroking and squeezing, timidly urging him to give her more.

 

          "God, yes, Bonny. But I need time to recover."

 

          "Oh...oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She released the excitingly growing organ. “I didn't mean to...I'm sorry."

 

          "No, Bonny. Don't stop. It won’t take long." Wonderful. He'd got more than her cherry.  Would she use her mouth?  He slid an arm under her drawing her big body on top of him as her hands again timidly fondled his tool.  Her mouth opened compliantly as he kissed her and then he was gently urging her lower, pressing her head down.

 

          What was he doing? What did he want? And then she remembered what the little girl had done.  He wanted to put it in her mouth.  Bonny rose to her knees and lowered her head to his groin.  It didn't look threatening now.  Her hand could wrap around it easily.  She lifted the limp, soft organ and, with a feeling of humility, she pressed her mouth to the tip, enclosing the uncircumcised, sensitive flap of skin with her lips.  It jerked and she opened her mouth wider to engulf more of it.

 

          "Oh yes, Bonny. That's it. Suck me."

 

          Her lips wrapped around the cylinder and her cheeks hollowed as she did as he asked.  She trembled excitedly as she felt it swell and harden in her mouth.  Bigger.   My God.   So big.   She strained her mouth open wider as it grew and grew and then he was pushing it deeper.  "Glaannggh...Unngh," she gagged when he bumped the back of her throat. "Too big, Jack. Can't take it all."

 

          "Get on me Bonny. Get on me and fuck me."

 

          Bonny's belly churned as he guided her up and over him, her long legs spreading to straddle his thighs. My God! Had that been inside her? She was poised high above his hips with the huge, thick pole pointed upwards to the swollen crevice. A dribble of gism streamed stringily from her cunt to puddle on his pubis and she wondered if enough was running out of her. And then she was sliding down the thick pole, feeling her inner body stretching again to accommodate his hugeness.

 

         

          When Bonny returned to her apartment, some three hours later, her legs were watery weak and she walked with feet apart, as if she was still stuffed with the lecherous man's cock.  She was a changed woman. Even if he had seduced and ravished one of his students, she didn't care.  She was a woman.  Fulfilled.  And, although it would be two weeks before she suspected it and almost two months before she confirmed it, she was also pregnant.

 

          Jack was drained but, as he sprawled in his chair and sipped on a drink, he mused libidinously about the possibilities today’s events had identified.  Would Bonny do a threesome with Diana?  Her submissive behaviour after being devirginated led him to think she would.  And Diana would definitely go along with the idea.  His battered organ swelled at the thought.  But not tonight.

 

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