2 comments/ 40399 views/ 3 favorites Teach Her By: DetectiveSpecialist When I graduated college I wasn't naïve or a virgin, but I was definitely inexperienced. I had only two sexual experiences. My first was with a boy I was seeing in my junior year, and the second was a one-night stand during graduation week. Like I said I wasn't naïve, I had plenty of girlfriends with plenty of drama. The problem was that I was shy and conservative, and I attended few parties in college. My parents were very strict. School and good grades were their biggest priority. Boys and dating were an unnecessary distraction. All of my hard work paid off after graduation. I was able to get a teaching job at a nearby middle school in September. When most of my friends were still applying for jobs, or signing on for substitute positions, I was setting up my classroom and writing lesson plans. I met many new friends at my new school, but there were two male teachers who are the primary characters in this story. First was Frank. I met him first and we became immediate friends. He had a doctorate and was the head of the English department. He was also a published writer. I soon grew to respect and admire him. Even though he was nearly twenty years my senior, we soon started dating. I adored him. He was nearly forty and not a striking figure, but his quiet demeanor and class won me over. He was actually a very good dresser. Remember, I was only twenty-two and easily impressed by an educated man. Frank and I became intimate very early in our relationship, maybe too early. I had too much to drink on our second date and we ended up in bed. He had an incredible influence over me, even from the start of our relationship. I have to admit that he was the one who brought me out of my shell and introduced me to a whole new world. I was always conservative and shy in my actions and dress. Frank helped me to break out. It started with people. As soon as we started dating he brought me around to all of his friends. We started to frequent quite a few nightspots and restaurants. Although most of his friends were academic people, they were all very nice and quite the partiers. I soon became conscious of my dress. All of the other women were wearing tight jeans and heels while I wore my usual conservative outfits. They dressed like the pretty girls that I admired, but never had the nerve to emulate. "Frank, do you like the way I dress?" I asked him one Saturday night while we stood at the bar of a restaurant where we had just had dinner. He knew that he was treading on shaky ground. "You are a beautiful woman." "That's not what I asked you. Do you like the way I dress?" "I don't dislike it," he avoided the issue. "But you don't particularly like it?" "Well, you are so beautiful, and you have such a wonderful figure, maybe you should show it off a little more." He cringed expecting me to be hurt or mad. But I knew he was right, and I wanted to dress like some of the other woman, but I didn't know how. "I know, but I'm at a loss when it comes to fashion. I haven't got a clue." "I could help." "You?" "Well I'm not a girl, but I see what the young girls in school are wearing, and I know what I like. We could go shopping together tomorrow?" "Really? You would do that for me?" "Actually I would love to see you in some sexy clothes." "I don't have much money." "If you wear what I pick out, I'll buy it. If you really think about it, it would be a present for me." "Okay." I shouldn't have been accepting gifts from him so early in our relationship, but what young girl would turn down free clothes. "What did you have in mind?" "Well you could really use a good pair of jeans." "I could, could I?" I said amused. "Yes. You've got a great ass. You need a tight pair of jeans to show it off." "You really think I have a nice butt?" I blushed. No one had ever commented on my ass. "It's incredible!" Frank was getting excited. "In fact, you would really look great in a pair of thong panties." "I don't know Frank." I had never worn thongs, though most of my friends swore by them. They looked like they would be some kind of torture device up my ass. Then again most of women's fashion is torture. Just look at high heels. "Oh yeah. In fact you shouldn't wear anything but thongs. Those grandma panties have got to go!" Frank was getting very excited. I could feel his erection pressing up against me. "You are getting so hard," I whispered into his ear. "I know. I'm getting so hot just thinking of you in a thong and a push up bra," he whispered back. "How hot?" "I want to fuck you right now." This was unusually explicit talk from Frank, but I had to admit, it was turning me on. I could feel my panties getting wet. "Here?" "I wish we could. I want you to do me a favor. Go in the ladies room and take off your panties." "Frank!" I said with some surprise. I didn't know he could be this naughty. "Take them off and give them to me." Normally I would deny such a request, being that I was a little shy about these things, but I had a couple of drinks and I was enjoying his naughty behavior. I went to the ladies room and in one of the stalls I striped off my panties from underneath my skirt. I felt very sexy walking back to the bar without any panties on under my skirt. When I got back to Frank he held out his hand. "Where are they?" "Frank!" "Give them to me." I reached into my purse where I had stashed them, and placed them in his hand. He made no attempt to hide them, but brought them to his nose and smelt them. I could swear that every man in the place was watching Frank smell my panties. "They're wet." "You're getting me a little crazy with all of this sex talk" "You want me, don't you?" "Yes!" I blushed again. He didn't say anything. He just took my hand and escorted me to the back of the bar. We found a little nook with a small table and bar stools. I sat at one of the stools and Frank moved in between my legs. I had to hike up my skirt a little for him. Frank kissed me hard and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I never expected this type of spontaneous behavior from him. I really liked him, and he was turning me on. He slipped a hand between my thighs, and before I could stop him, his fingers were at my labia lips. "Frank!" I whispered, but it was too late. His finger was inside of me. I let out a shudder and closed my eyes. I loved when he touched me, and doing it in the bar was delicious. Two can play this game, I thought. I reached out while he finger fucked me and I unzipped his fly. After a little manipulation, I was able to get his cock out of his pants. We were masturbating each other right there in the back of the bar. The place was dark and crowded enough so that no one was watching what we were doing. They thought we were just another couple making out. But then Frank did something even more unexpected. He hiked my skirt up even higher, and he moved up to me. "Guide me in." "Frank no!" I said as he hiked my skirt up so high that you could see my womanhood. "Guide me in," he said as he rammed the head of his cock up to my lips. With my help, he pushed inside of me. "Oh God Honey, you're fucking me right here in the bar!" "You like it don't you?" "Yes." I admitted as he thrust into me again. "Is anyone watching?" I looked up from our embrace and at first I could see no one noticing us, but then across the bar I saw a young handsome guy looking at us. He motioned towards us to his date, and she looked up and smiled. "There's a couple watching us. Should we stop?" "Do you want to stop?" He asked, but he didn't stop. It felt so good and the idea of them watching turned me on more. "No," I admitted. Frank was in front of me, so they really couldn't see much, but they knew we were fucking. "You like them watching, don't you? You little slut." I watched them watching me, and I actually made eye contact with the guy. Our eyes were locked as I started to orgasm. I think his girl was getting pissed, but I didn't care. In my mind Frank and that good-looking guy were both fucking me, and I came over and over again. "Oh Cheryl, I'm coming." Frank whispered as I felt his hot come throbbing into me. Within minutes we had straightened up and were laughing as we ran out of the place. Handsome guy gave me a wink as we passed and his date gave me a "You slut" look. I didn't care. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done. Frank was so turned on that we didn't make it back to his place before he pulled over and we did it again right on the side of the road. I started to realize how kinky Frank was. The next day Frank took me shopping. We must have hit ten stores in two malls looking for a pair of jeans. I tried on at least one pair in each store and had to do the requisite butt check for each pair. When we did find "the pair" Frank was very pleased. I had to admit that I did look good in them, although I thought they were too tight. We bought two pair. We also bought a few miniskirts (including a high waisted leather miniskirt which I loved), leggings and a few tops. All of the things we bought were either very tight or very revealing. That also included the lingerie we bought. It was all so pretty, but it was very skimpy. It took me a few days to get used to the thongs and push-up bras. I loved it. I loved the fact that Frank was in to my body so much. I had never had a man so consumed by it. It made me feel very sexy and beautiful. All in all, he spent a fortune on me and my clothes began to fall into one of three categories: conservative stuff that I wore for work or with my family, normal stuff that I wore around, and sexy stuff that I wore for Frank. Most guys would have a problem with their girl wearing sexy outfits. The problem with it is the unsolicited advances by strange men. But Frank seemed to be comfortable with it. At first I thought he was just not a jealous guy, but then I started thinking that he liked the idea of some guy staring down my blouse. It turned him on, and I started to realize it turned me on too. There were many a night that we would be out at a club and Frank would excuse himself to go to the restroom. Inevitably, when he returned, some guy would be hitting on me. I would tease the hell out of the guy while Frank watched, but I never let it go too far. I would always call Frank over before the guy made his move. The situation was soon to get way out of hand. One night in late spring we were at a local bar and we ran into a fellow teacher from our school. His name was Jack and he is the second character in this story. Now Jack was not only the best looking teacher in the whole school district, but probably the best looking guy I had ever met. He was tall and athletic with light brown hair and smokin' blue eyes. He was also a major player and he could be very charming. I know, because he charmed the panties off of half of the female faculty; even some married ones. Now even though Jack was a friend of Frank's and we both worked with him. Jack knew very little about me. You have to remember that at school I dressed very conservatively with my hair up and with my reading glasses on most of the time. "You're that Cheryl?" he asked after Frank introduced us at the bar. That night I was wearing jeggings (Leggings that are dyed indigo so that they look like unbelievably skintight jeans), a scoop neck tank top with spaghetti straps, and a push up bra. You could say that my tits were on display that night. Jack didn't wait very long before he was coming on to me. Now Jack is gorgeous and it was very flattering to have this man flirting with me, but I was uncomfortable with Frank being right there. Frank on the other hand seemed okay with it. He just stood there grinning while this man just completely ignored Frank and had his hands all over me. Frank even excused himself to go to the restroom, his usual ploy, and left me all alone with Jack. "I can't believe how hot you look tonight," Jack said as he leaned in to me, and put his hand on my ass. "Jack, I'm with Frank," I replied, pushing his hand away. "Frank won't mind," he answered putting his hand back. "Frank won't mind that you have your hand on my ass?" "Nah, we're old friends." "I doubt that." "Look," he motioned down the bar, "he's standing right there watching us." I looked down the bar, and sure enough, there was Frank. He didn't even get to the restroom, but was standing down at the other end of the bar talking to someone. He could see every thing we did. Ah shit, I thought, he thinks that I'm going to flirt with Jack, but I didn't want to. Flirting with some moron I didn't know is one thing, but we both knew Jack, and this kind of thing can go awfully wrong. I shook my head no to Frank, but he just stood there talking to his friend and smiling like an idiot. Jack on the other hand was getting even friendlier. He worked his way up against me, and I could even feel his erection against my leg. "Jack, I want you to stop," I barked. "Relax," he said as he nuzzled my neck, "Frank's all right with it." Sure enough Frank seemed to be smiling even more. I tried to push Jack away, but he was too strong. He was the wrestling coach, and he had the physique of a wrestler. At another time he would have turned me on, but I was in love with Frank. Frank on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the show. The final straw was when Jack pushed between my legs, grinding his cock into me, and kissed me on the lips. "Jack leave me alone," I shouted. Luckily the guy next to me, who was as big as house, turned around. "Is this guy bothering you lady?" he boomed. "Yes. Please get him away from me." The guy didn't even have to do anything. He just looked at Jack and Jack backed away. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." Jack apologized. I didn't wait around to argue. I just grabbed my purse and jacket and ran down to Frank. I was fit to be tied when I got to him. "Did you see Jack?" I fumed. "What's the matter?" He was still grinning. "He practically attacked me." "Oh calm down. You're overreacting." "I'm not overreacting. He was humping me right at the bar." "I'm sure you are mistaken." "Frank, I know when a guy is rubbing his cock against me." "Jack is a friend of mine." "And he was getting very friendly with me. He kissed me," I said for emphasis. "Jack's harmless." Frank was oblivious. "Let's just go." I was livid. It seemed that Jack could have stuck his tongue down my throat, and Frank didn't seem to understand. I was so mad that I wouldn't even let Frank touch me that night. I had him bring me straight home. All was forgotten until a month later when we were invited to a party at another teacher's house. It was late spring and I wore a miniskirt and a lightweight sweater. It was pretty and sexy without being over the top, We were having a good time until Jack showed up. I think that he was a little buzzed already. "Jack's here," I announced to Frank. "Oh yeah," he replied sounding happy to hear it. "You are going to protect me from him, right?" I pleaded. "You're going to start with that?" He said annoyed. I gave Frank an incredulous look. "I promise that you have no reason to be afraid of Jack," he continued. I just gave him another look of disbelief. Now the funny thing is that Jack paid little attention to me at school. He had apologized to me days after "the incident" saying that I mistook his attentions. I know that I didn't mistake anything, but I thought the issue was put to bed. Now at the party I was talking to the hostess, Jill, when Jack walked up to us. "Hi ladies." Jack said smiling. "You two look very pretty today." Jack looked only at me. "Thank you Jack," Jill beamed. She was one of the married teachers that Jack had been linked to. Jill looked around the room obviously looking for her husband. She spotted him on the other side of the room. "I'm sorry I have to get something out of the oven." Jill stammered nervously. She didn't want to be seen talking too long to Jack when her husband was around. She made a beeline for the kitchen. "Jack you're going to be a good boy tonight?" I questioned. "Cheryl, you are hurting my feelings." Jack answered with a smile. He was very good looking and he could be very charming. Most of the woman at the party would love to be the center of his attention. I knew that it would go nowhere. Jack only wanted to fuck me because he couldn't have me. If I gave in to him, I would never see him again after her blew his load. I was in Love with Frank and I wanted to be faithful to him. Jack was very entertaining though, and he kept me laughing the whole night. I kept calling Frank over to be part of the conversation, but he didn't stay long if he came over at all. It was almost like he wanted Jack and I to be alone. The situation was getting a little weird, and I was sensing that the other women at the party were resenting the fact that Jack was paying so much attention to me. But to Jack's benefit, he was, for at least for the time being, a gentleman. He kept his distance, and we had a nice night. In fact before I knew it, it was getting late and the party was starting to peter out. "Let me find Frank," I said to Jack. " I think the party is over." "What?" Jack replied. "The night is still young. Why don't you guys come back to my place?" "I don't know Jack." I hedged. With that I saw Frank and called him over. "We better get going Hon. I think our hosts want to call it a night." "Frank, why don't you two come over my house? I've got plenty to eat and drink." Jack repeated the offer. "Sounds good to me." Frank agreed. "I don't know." I said. I had to admit that I too wasn't ready to go home, but the idea of going to Jack's house sounded dangerous. "Oh come on. We don't have work tomorrow. Let's get a little crazy." Frank pleaded. "Oh, okay." I agreed, but I still wasn't sure. Jack was being a good boy. Maybe it would be all right. It was only the three of us back at Jack's place. Frank immediately turned on the TV and started watching some old movie. That left Jack and I alone in the kitchen. There was a large mirror in the living room so I could see him clearly, and most importantly, he could see us. Jack started out all right, but we kept drinking and we were both getting a little tipsy. As Jack got drunker, he started to get closer and friendlier. Damn, if Jack wasn't drop dead gorgeous. I had to admit that I was enjoying his attentions. Frank could see everything we did so I felt safe, but not for long. "Cheryl I can't believe that you are the same woman I work with at school. You look so hot tonight." Jack started his move. "Knock it off Jack. You said you were going to be good." "Oh I'm very good." Jack was right on top of me. His eyes were so gorgeous. If I were not in love with Frank, who was sitting in the next room, I could have easily let him have his way with me. "Jack stop," I complained loud enough for Frank to hear, but he went on watching TV. I wasn't sure if he was watching the TV or us. Jack didn't stop though, and soon he was between my legs, nuzzling my neck. His hands were on my hips. "Jack!" I protested, but I didn't try to stop him. The fact that I had a little too much to drink, and that Frank had paid so little attention to me that night, clouded my judgment. I decided right there that I would see how far Frank would let Jack go. I figured that all I would have to do was let Jack kiss me a few times and Frank would come storming in. It was as much as a surprise to me, as to anyone, that when Jack kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth, I actually met it with my own tongue. We were French kissing like mad before I had a chance to stop, and Jack took that as consent. Teach Her a Lesson "Well, I guess that's it for today, and don't forget: test on Wednesday over chapters 7 & 8." The classroom started to clear our, and I gathered my things and walked up to Dr. Korr's desk. I nervously adjusted my skirt while I waited for him to finish talking with another student. He wrapped up the conversation and turned to me, glancing me over, his eyes lingering as they passed over my hips and chest, then darting back up to my face. "You're...Amanda, right? What can I do for you?" "Umm...I just had some questions about 7.8...I was wondering if you could help me out." He smiled. "Absolutely. But there's another class coming in here in about five minutes, so let's take this over to my office." We walked over to the HA building, chatting about nothing; the school, how my classes were, inane small talk. Dr Korr kept glancing over at my body as we walked, traveling from my black knee-boots, up my legs to my red plaid skirt, and my partly-open black silk blouse. We went into his office, and he closed the door behind us. Taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk, I looked up at Dr. Korr as he leaned on the edge of the desk, facing me. As we talked, he leaned over and put his hand on my knee. After a few minutes of looking over my work and answering some questions, Dr. Korr stopped, closed the book, and looked me in the eye. "You know, Amanda, you are very beautiful...and very bright. With work, you could ace this test on your own. But I have a better idea. I can promise you 100% on this and every test in this class, if you do something for me." With that, he slid one hand up my leg and into my skirt. I froze. "Dr Korr, I..." He put a finger over my lips. "Shh, don't be hasty, don't say anything yet. Come closer, I have to tell you one other thing." I stood up, and Dr Korr moved his hand around to the back of my leg, sliding it up over my ass and pulling me close to him. He whispered in my ear, "A 'yes' will get you an 'a,' so you may be afraid a 'no' will get you an 'f.' But it won't. What will happen to you if you refuse will be far worse than a grade. Turn me down and it'll be your reputation. I'll tell all your professors that you tried to bribe me with sex, that you can't be trusted. You'll crash and burn not only in my class but every one you take henceforth. You don't want that, now do you?" I was crestfallen. "I suppose I don't have a choice then, do I?...what do you want from me?" He grinned. "I knew it. You college girls really are all little sluts." He pinched my ass. "But at least you're a hot little slut. Now get on your knees." I did as I was told, and he pulled out his cock, already erect. "Now suck it, slut." I wrapped my mouth around his cock, straining to take in its thickness. In spite of myself, I began to get excited. I bobbed my head up and down on the thick cock, rubbing my tongue along the shaft, and a tiny moan escaped me. "That's right, little sluts like you love to suck cock. Sweet little lips like yours are just made for it." Taking my hair in his fist, he pushed my face into him, shoving his meaty cock deep down my throat. I held the end of his penis in check with my tongue to keep from gagging as he fucked my face. "Oh yeah. That's good." He grunted, then, pulling his cock from my mouth, pointed to his desk. "Sit." I sat on his desk, and he stood between my legs. "Such a tight little body," he said, looking me over, "all the better to pleasure me, like a student should." As he spoke, he was unbuttoning my blouse, and he slid it from my shoulders then reached in my skirt, pulling off my panties. He tossed my underwear on the floor, then put each of my feet on one of the chairs by the desk, stepping away to look at his work, leaving me spread-legged and topless, my bare pussy exposed to the cold room air. I felt my nipples harden and my pulse speed up; Dr Korr sighed. "If only I could get a picture of this." He put one hand back inside my skirt, and slid his first finger between my pussy lips: I was hot and wet with the scandalous desire he had aroused in me. He put his mouth right next to my ear, blowing in it gently as he whispered, "you're getting horny, aren't you?" I shivered and nodded as he slipped his finger inside me. He stopped, and moved to look me in the eye. "When I ask you something, the answer is 'yes, sir.' Understood?" he growled. I whimpered a little, surprised at his harshness. "Yes, sir." "Much better. Now take that bra off, let me see those pert little tits of yours." I unhooked my bra and slipped it off, exposing my hard nipples; Dr. Korr leaned forward and licked my right breast, crudely. He sucked my nipples while he played with my pussy, spreading my juices all around; he laughed when I moaned with pleasure. "You like that, don't you? You just love letting your teacher take advantage of your little slut body." He paused, expectantly, then hissed, "don't you, you little slut?" "Yes, sir." "Well you know what I'd like? I'd like to taste your sweet little-girl pussy. You want that? You want Dr. Korr to lick up all your dripping pussy juices?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Get up on your hands and knees so I can see your tight little ass while I taste your whore cunt." I did as he said, and he sat in the chair behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking me over and stroking his cock. He reached up one hand and slapped me on the ass. I gasped. "Oh, the little whore likes that. Filthy slut like you just loves punishment." He slapped the other cheek, harder, and I whimpered. Letting out a deep breath and holding my ass in his hands, he pressed his face into my cunt and dragged his tongue up it, from my clit all the way to my asshole. He lapped at my pussy, wriggling his tongue inbetween my lips, and all the while tighly gripping my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and my body tensed up; I gasped loudly, and Dr. Karr gave me a hard slap on the ass. "Mmm, little girl, you taste good. I love to lick helpless little girls' pussies. You like the way I lick your pussy, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "You want more, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Say it. Beg for me to lick your pussy." "Please Dr Korr, lick my pussy." "That was terrible. If you want to be my little slut then you need to learn to beg. Little sluts who don't beg properly get punished more. I'll spank your ass till you beg like you ought to." He took a swing and brought his hand down on my ass with a sharp smack. I cried out in pain. "Please Dr Korr, please sir" spank "oh God please I need it, I need you to lick my pussy" spank "oh please stop punishing me sir, please just" spank "aahhhh," I panted, gasping with pain and need, trying not to lose my voice. He spanked me again, for my hesitation. I cried out, half whimper half moan, "Please lick me, eat out my little whore pussy, please put your tongue in my cunt, please sir I'm aching for you." "Good little girl," he said, running his tongue down the crack of my ass to my pussy, rubbing my clit with one finger as he put his tongue between my pussy lips and lapped up all the hot wetness that had been building up for him. I cried out, feeling myself nearing orgasm. He licked my clit, making me pant and gasp and moan, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned white. The tip of his tongue rubbed against my clit and my body filled with pleasure, edging me ever closer to an apocalyptic orgasm. "Oh Dr Korr, oh God, yes, more!" I cried, and he moaned into my pussy as he licked and kissed and sucked my hot dripping cunt. He slapped me on the ass and rubbed the flat of his tongue against my clit; I came with a vengeance, my body rocking with orgasm as I screamed with pleasure. I finished, panting, and Dr Korr said, "Now get down on the floor and bend over that chair. You haven't had enough of this cock yet. Sluts like you need to get filled up with cock, and who better to show them the way than their teachers? Now come on." Still breathing hard from the exertion, I climbed off the desk and bent over the chair he indicated, my hands gripping the seat, my head on the backrest and my ass in the air. I was bent nearly double. "Oh yeah," Dr. Korr breathed, "this is how students should treat their teachers. With obedience and respect. They need to know who really owns them." He ran his palms over my back and my ass as he spoke; he leaned over to grope my tits, and thrust his cock deep inside me. I gasped at the strain – he wasn't that long, but his girth was impressive, and it stretched me out something terrible. "That's right, bitch. Who owns you?" "You do, sir!" I gasped, as he violently thrust into me, moving his hands to my shoulders to brace himself. I slammed my hips back into him as he thrust, pushing him deeper. "Like it rough, do ya? I can give you fuckin rough," he rasped, grabbing me by the hair with one hand and pulling hard as he drove his cock into me harder and faster. "Yes!" I almost shrieked, "fuck me harder!" I panted and moaned as he rammed his cock into my cunt. "You want my cum, don't you? You want me to fill your little slut pussy with hot cum, don't you?" "Yes, sir," I gasped. He thrust into me a few more times, then moaned "Oh God, I'm coming," and dug his nails into my shoulder as his body tensed and jerked against me. He pulled out, then plopped into the nearby chair. I picked up my clothes and started to put them on, and Dr. Korr pulled me into his lap. He nibbled my ear and whispered, "I think you may be my star pupil." I laughed and put my bra and shirt back on. I started to get up, but Dr. Korr put his arms around my waist and pulled me back into his lap. "I need to tell you something," he said. "I meant what I said about you being bright and beautiful." Pause. "I did not, however, mean all those other things I said. Understand? You're a good girl." I nuzzled his neck. "I know, Kyle, you remind me every time." He smiled at the familiarity of using his first name. I smiled back and ruffled his hair. "I know you know, hon, I just don't ever want you to feel bad afterwards. I do care about you, you know that don't you?" I kissed his nose. "Yes, sir." Teach Her A Lesson **Disclaimer: The characters in this story are over the age of eighteen, and are not real. Any likeness to anyone in the really real world is just coincidence. Thanks.** * Jack sat on the couch in his sister's living room, staring at the door she'd just disappeared to, a scowl forming on his face. Fucking bitch, he thought to himself. She was going too far this time. He'd had enough of her teasing, it was time she learned a lesson. Learned her place. He stood and walked over to the door to her room, testing the handle. She hadn't locked it. Stupid slut, she probably knew what was coming, that's why she didn't lock the door, she wanted it. He opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit bedroom of his little sister, Chase. The door to her closet was opened and he could hear rustling around in there. Quietly, Jack closed the door and went over to the closet, standing in the doorway. Chase had her back to the door, and was searching through her clothes for something to wear. She still wore the pleated navy blue skirt from her school uniform, though the button up blouse had been abandoned on the floor of her room. She was tall for her age, with a curvy build, nice full hips and large, heavy breasts, and a nice ass. Chase knew she had a nice body, and she used it very much to her advantage, manipulating the boys and the teachers at school, and even her Daddy. She'd only just recently started trying it on her older brother though, because Jack sort of scared her. Sure he was hot, but he was strong, and he was mean, so Chase generally left him alone. Today though, she'd been in a mood and had been teasing him mercilessly since he'd shown up at the house. She grinned to herself as she dug through her clothes, shaking her head slightly. God, he was easy. She hadn't expected that he was going to cave to her so quick. Oh well! She was getting what she wanted, that's what mattered. Jack stood there and watched her, his eyes running slowly over her long frame, then with a sudden, silent quickness, he stepped into the closet and grabbed her up off of her feet, one arm circling strong around her waist, crushing her against his chest, while the other hand moved to cover her mouth to keep her from screaming. "Little bitch," he hissed in her ear. "You want to tease me? I'm gonna make you live up to what you promise, you fucking whore." Chase gasped when she was grabbed up, kicking and struggling against the hold, but when she heard Jack's words she froze, her eyes widening when she realized it was him, and what was happening. Her heart pounding in her chest, she stayed very still in his arms while he moved back out of the closet and into her room. He set her on her feet at the foot of her bed, and his hand grabbed onto the back of her neck, hard enough to cause her to whimper in pain, her face scrunching up. "Don't fucking move." He growled at her, then he grabbed the black tie that was laying on the edge of the bed that she had to wear to school up, using it to tie her wrists painfully tight, looping the tie around the post of the bed frame to tie her to it. "Jack...please...What are you doing? Stop this!" Chase tried to reason with her brother, her voice trembling a bit with fear, and something else she wouldn't acknowledge. "Shut the fuck up Chase. You brought this on yourself, stupid slut." Chase could hear him moving behind her, and started to turn her head to see what he was doing, but a stinging slap to her ass caused her to freeze, stiffening. "Don't fucking move!" Jack moved up behind her and pushed the skirt up over her hips, exposing her rear to him, covered in a pair of white cotton panties. He snorted when he saw the underwear and shook his head, grabbing them and roughly yanking them down off of her hips. Once he had them off of her, he picked them up and lifted them to his nose, sneering as he smelled the musky scent of her sex. "Having fun, are you? You should like this then." He stuffed the underwear into her mouth to gag her, grinning when he saw the tears gleaming in her wide blue eyes as she stared at him, whimpering softly. Then he stepped back and looked over her naked body, his eyes lingering on her ass, and what he could see of her smooth, hairless sex. He traced a finger lightly, teasingly down her spine, grinning more as she shivered from the touch. He moved his hand between her legs, pushing a finger in between her lower lips, seeking out her clit none too gently. He started to rub her clit, pressing his still jean covered groin against her hip, grinding his erection against her as he fingered her. Chase closed her eyes, shuddering and sighing softly in pleasure as he started to finger her, her legs trembling as she fought the urge to rock her hips against his hand, wanting to seek out more from him, even though everything in her was screaming for him to stop, that this was wrong, on so many different levels. He continued to finger her and soon her hips were rocking slightly against his hand as she bowed her head, her long brown hair curtaining around her face to hide her as she flushed in shame, feeling the tension of impending release build in her stomach, her nipples hardening, aching with a need to be touched as well. Just as she started to near her release, Jack stopped, moving away from her. Her eyes flew open and she moaned into the gag as she shifted on her feet, panting for breath, nostrils flaring, but she didn't dare look to see where he had gone or what he was doing. Behind her, she heard the soft hiss of his leather belt being pulled off, and she moaned again, hoping he would fuck her now, horrified with herself for wishing for such a thing, but she couldn't help it, her pussy was aching to be filled by now. Jack watched her as she tried to stay still, shaking his head with a smirk. Little bitch wants to get fucked, he thought. He looped his belt in his hands and smiles faintly, his gaze resting on her ass. Well. She'd get what she wanted, but she was going to get it the way -he- wanted it. With no warning, Jack brought the belt down on Chase's ass with a hard blow, causing her to jump and yelp in surprised pain, her back arching as she lifts up onto her toes, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Blow after blow was rained down on her poor ass until Chase was screaming into the gag in her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Desperately, she pressed herself against the post of the bed frame to hold herself up, her thighs and her ass hurting more than she ever thought possible as he continued to beat her with his belt. Then, when Chase was near the point of collapsing, Jack stopped. Sobbing, she slumped against the post, her whole body shaking, her thighs and ass bright red from the blows dealt to her. Jack dropped the belt onto the floor and stepped up to her, his hands moving to her ass to softly rub the heated, red and raw flesh, massaging her with a surprising tenderness. She flinched from his touch at first, yelping again, but soon enough she was standing still, slowly calming down as he soothed her aching body. After a few minutes, Jack slipped a hand between her legs once more to run his fingers lightly over her sex, not at all surprised to find her dripping wet and ready for him. He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, pulling out his cock. He moves in close to her once more and rubs the head of his cock teasingly over her sex, smiling when he heard her soft whimper of desire as her hips pressed back towards him. He moved his hands around to her breasts to cup them, lifting them and tweaking her nipples sharply as he presses himself against her. Nuzzling at her shoulder, Jack leans in closer to her, moving his mouth to her ear as he lifts a hand to pull her underwear out of her mouth. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Chase. Tell me what a slut you are, that you want your brother to fuck the shit out of you.." Working her aching jaw, it takes Chase a moment before she answered him quietly, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams. "I do, Jack...oh I do.... Please fuck your dirty little sister's pussy... Fill me up with your come, treat me like the slut that I am, Jack, please...." Biting her neck sharply, Jack moved his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly as he slides the head of his thick cock into her, rocking just a bit back and forth to tease her. Then his fingers tighten on her hips, holding her steady, and he slammed himself into her balls deep, filling her up with one full thrust, causing her to cry out in pain, her body shuddering as she tried to pull away. Fiercely, Jack held onto her hips and started pounding her pussy, his cock burying fully into her, then pulling all the way back out, grinding over her g-spot with each rough thrust. Chase writhed against him as he abused her sex, crying out with each thrust into her body he made. The sharp pain of his thrusts was coupled with an even sharper pleasure as he continued, and she felt herself rapidly approaching release. She started to move with his thrusts, panting for breath as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts, taking him into her as deeply as she possibly could. With just a few more thrusts like this, Chase was swept over the edge into her release and she screamed out in pleasured pain, her hips bucking against him, muscles spasming around his cock as she comes hard on him, grinding back desperately against him as she tried automatically to draw more of him into her. Jack froze, groaning as she came, his fingers tightening still more on her hips, surely leaving bruises, then with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, he thrust into her a few more times, short, sharp thrusts, before he was coming too, his cock twitching as it loosed his seed deep inside her, her muscles milking him for every single drop he could give her.