A story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY
(MF, M+F, group, rape, 1st, preg, inc, oral, anal)

Everyone has that one teacher they would have crossed the line
with in high school, that teacher they'd gladly have traded DNA
with, made babies with, never told about. This is not one of
those stories.

Just a little bit of background on the teacher in question. She
was fairly young, fresh from college, head more full of ideas
than sense. She loved the color brown for some reason, maybe she
was an autumn, whatever that means. She used to try to make the
class sing this one song or else she threatened to keep singing
it. It's not that she sucked, it was the song that sucked. Well,
we were also teens who resented being ordered around. There was
no way this was going to slide.

Now Deanna wasn't necessarily ugly. She wasn't a 10 but she was
closer to a 6 than a 1. That made things easier.

It was the week of parent-teacher conferences. My parents
couldn't make it so there I sat in Deanna's office, just the two
of us. Alone. Last conference of the day, later at night. She'd
just been in college, surely she'd been told the dangers of being
alone with the opposite sex, especially a student. Because she
should have known better is a terrible justification for my
actions that day but it made me feel okay with it.

Our conference went off without incident. We talked about what
could be improved and also what I wasn't messing up so badly. The
real stuff happened when it was time to leave.

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. I'm sorry your
parents couldn't come. You might not be the valedictorian but
you're still a good student who probably isn't told that enough."

"You're welcome, Deanna." She stiffened at a student
disrespectfully addressing her by her first name and that's when
I pounced. My opportunity had presented itself. Since she seemed
to favor keeping her hair pulled into a ponytail since it was
less maintenance, it was hardly difficult to grab her by it and
press her face to the glass enclosing her office. She screamed at
my sudden attack but the door had been closed by my foot and the
office was sound-proof to protect confidential conversations with
students. She was probably regretting that decision now. She
wasn't screaming anymore at least, realizing its futility.

"In case it wasn't obvious, I'm going to rape you, bitch." I
whispered these words in her ear and she started whimpering in
fright. Truthfully it was rather pitiful. "It will probably be
easier on you if you relax but I don't care either way. Cry, beg,
realize it doesn't matter, surrender. It's all up to you."

Her whimpering intensified as I ripped open her blouse with my
free hand and jerked her bra up to free her breasts. My hand
cupped them in turn, playing with them lewdly and pinching each
nipple before I pressed her boobs against the cold, hard glass.

She tried to twist away when my hand released her chest and
forced itself inside her underwear beneath that damn brown skirt
she always wore. I yanked them down along with the skirt. Nothing
protected her now from my rapacious intent.

Deanna started to cry. Usually a damsel in distress pulls at my
heartstrings. I'm not usually this much of a bastard. "Tears
won't help you, slut. I know you've wanted my dick in you for a
long time. You're one of those whore teachers mommy mentioned."
My fingers were on her pussy now and I didn't know if it was the
thought of what was going to inevitably happen to her or that she
was enjoying it and feeling guilty about it.

"Relax. Don't cry. It will all be over soon." I knew that was
bullshit. I had no plans to let her leave before I'd finished
enjoying her. I let my 'rape pants' (sweat pants) fall to the
ground which released my precum-dripping cock to feast on female
flesh.

"Please, don't do this. It's not too late to stop." Her pathetic
crying and begging got my dick even harder, good for me as it
turned out, less so for her.

As I pressed on with my rape, Deanna gave an anguished cry
mingled with pain. I looked at her face's reflection in the glass
and saw pain and grief lines etched into her face. It had clearly
hurt but I kept on brutally fucking her with no regard to how she
felt or her tear-streaked mascara.

"Please! You already robbed me of my innocence. No more," she
begged.

"Shut your facehole and take it like the bitch you are, bitch!
We're just getting started having fun, aren't we?" She shook her
head vigorously but she wasn't my teacher anymore. She was meat,
a collection of fuckable holes. That it wasn't a picnic for her
wasn't any concern of mine.

"Pretty please stop." I wasn't a toddler, my dick where it was
should have been evidence enough of that.

"No," I said simply and she started crying anew. She wasn't to
stop for a while yet, until I left to be precise. "Not. A.
Fucking. Chance," I said punctuating each word with an assault of
cum on her cervix.

"But I'll get pregnant!"

"But you're a woman, that's your purpose in life, carrying the
children of the men who leave their seed in you. Be happy it's my
baby or babies you'll bear. You should feel blessed." It didn't
matter. After blowing in her several times more, by the time she
was leaking white man juice and wishing that was all I wanted, I
pulled out and left a hickey on her neck to claim her as my
bitch. Her relief was to be short-lived.

I made a grab for her ass, a thing I could never do in class, and
caught hold of it. It was certainly something pretty enough to
smack or to 'tap'. I roughly spread her buns apart, eliciting a
scream but she had not even a semblance of resistance left. She
was broken.

Her sodomy would have gone much easier had it been my first fuck
of the evening or I'd used her copious tears as lubricant. It
probably wouldn't have been pleasant for her anyway.

At this point, she wasn't even technically my bitch. Her arms and
legs had given way and she was just lying flat on her stomach
while I butt raped her.

Fortunately I no longer had energy to continue plundering her
tight orifices, a huge relief for her. I just put my clothes back
on and left her there, used, bloody, soiled and sobbing. I lived
close enough to the school to walk and so that's what I did. My
parents left food in the fridge and a note that they were on a
date night and please try not to set the house on fire. I
microwaved a big piece of lasagna and some boiled potatoes and
set to work. Rape is a really hungry affair.

No doubt our teacher wished that the previous night had been but
a bad dream, that it would never happen again but statistics say
that once a girl or woman has been molested or flat out raped, it
will likely only be a first. She'll carry an invisible target on
her for the rest of her life. That infamous few hours I spent
with her was only chapter one.

The day I'd robbed Deanna of two of her innocences was a
Wednesday, the last day of conferences. The next day was back to
the old usual routine, noses to grindstones, parents' feet up
asses. For a while, class proceeded normally but we all know that
wouldn't last long.

My friend was the one who pointed it out. He sat in the back of
the class (our desks were arranged in a U-shape with the teacher
in the middle) while my desk was to the side.

"Teacher isn't wearing any underwear or crossing her legs." That
wasn't on my head; I hadn't made her though I had suspicions why
she would. "What a slut! You know what that means, don't you
whore? Class?" The speed with which he attacked her was startling
and it wasn't long before he'd knocked her off her stool and she
was gingerly rubbing her sweet ass, begging like she'd begged the
night before, legs open lewdly.

That this was the last class of the day wasn't going to be in
Deanna's favor. I got up and locked the door and closed the
shades as my friend ravaged our teacher's cunt.

When he'd provided a little man juice lubricant for whoever came
after, he grunted and told us it was some tight pussy before
suggesting that raping her one at a time would inconvenience our
waiting parents; we'd be at it all day.

Several others got up from their chairs and one laid down on the
carpet next to her stool. "Go fuck yourself, slut. Hide my cock
in your whore cunt," he ordered and she did as he'd commanded.
The other boy stood at her head and began fucking her throat. He
was one of the few black people in the school and had an enviable
dick. She gagged and choked but fortunately didn't puke on him.

You may wonder what the girls were doing, why they weren't trying
to stop things. It probably had something to do with their either
playing with themselves shamelessly or a few lining up at her
head to be serviced next. Apparently she wasn't too bad with her
mouth. Maybe my speculation that she was a lesbian was correct.
In any case, they hated her too and thus had no troubles with her
savage treatment.

When it came my turn, I sat on her stool as if I were the king. I
ordered her to make love to my cock with her mouth, the only one
of her holes I had yet to enjoy. She knelt in front of me, her
face shiny with the orgasms of my female classmates and a few of
the males, pussy dripping semen like a leaky faucet and took my
glans in her warm wet face hole.

"Yeah, worship your new god. Kneel down and receive his blessing.
It should come as no surprise that you can't tell anyone you
fucked an entire class of your students. We might not be underage
but it would certainly be frowned upon. God, you really are good
at slow blowjobs. Must have had a lot of practice in college.
What a slut! I'm about to explode, you're so good. Hold it in
your mouth and show it before you swallow."

I unloaded my balls into her maw, a surprisingly large load for
having ravaged her cunt and ass the night before. I ordered her
to swallow the nutritious offering her god had granted her for
her obedience. She did so without a word of complaint, worried
perhaps that a refusal would mean we would gangrape her all
night, perhaps for the weekend also. I had secretly modified the
legs to her stool so the bottom parts could be unscrewed. I did
so then as I raised her to her feet, my little whore princess and
pushed the thick rods as far as I could into both lower holes, a
reminder of her rape at her students' hands, a plug to keep the
cum inside where it belonged.

"We'll be seeing you again, Deanna," I said and she burst into
the first tear waterfall since the previous night. Perhaps she
was worried that we would gangrape her again now that we'd had a
taste. It was only a Thursday and while conferences were over,
there was still an entire quarter of the year left. She would
make a great party game/amusement. But our parents were no doubt
impatiently waiting for us so that idea would have to wait.

We all arranged our uniforms as if nothing had ever happened and
left our teacher to wallow in her misery and our seed. The most
common phrase I heard my friends tell their waiting parents was
that teacher had kept them late. Technically not a lie and a good
way to avoid the total story.

Her fears weren't entirely without merit. We did amuse ourselves
a time or two with her body, mostly when she'd angered us (which
she learned how to avoid) or when we got bored (less avoidable).
She broke her 3-year contract and the end of the two years we had
to suffer through her singing. I wished I'd raped her sooner.
Maybe it was about the time she would have started to show the
results of getting fucked so much (the school was Catholic so
against birth control even though the girls in my class used it
to keep our indiscretions from taking root since I became quite
popular after Deanna was gangraped at our hands). If she was
indeed with child, I suspected it was mine. My seed had almost a
day's head start over my friend's. It didn't really matter since
we would be graduating and never have to deal with her again.

Fast forward a few years. As it turned out, Deanna didn't move.
Her boyfriend had left her after he found out she was pregnant
with another man's kid(s) and wasn't virgin anymore (she wasn't
Mary). As it turned out, she moved into a house just down the
hill from mine and I could watch her through my binoculars. I
watched her getting fatter and fatter, heavier and heavier with
my 'rape child'. She had left teaching entirely, from what I
gathered, and made a career in pregnant porn to pay the bills.
She usually cried herself to sleep and it was in moments like
these that I craved her pussy most. I had no need though. Often I
was visited by one or more classmates for some raw loving, no
strings attached sex. Not that long after, the preggo porn thing
dried up when she gave birth to our beautiful baby girl.

Forward still a few years, proud papa watching his daughter grow
up, she not knowing I existed and her mother wishing I was dead.
This led to some rather interesting movies of when she discovered
how to please her pretty kitty. When she sunbathed nude by the
pool, daddy got some not daddy-like thoughts about his little
princess and often needed release.

The reader might be asking why I waited so long to make myself
known. Shouldn't a girl be home to her father's cock from an
early age? 15 just seems old. Perhaps I wanted a high school
freshman. I'd certainly fantasized about it plenty when I myself
was in high school, especially my senior year. No, the reason I
waited wasn't because of that or to get her somehow the 'proper
age' to be raped. Mostly I wanted to see how her chest would
stack up to her mother's. I had heard that as generations pass,
the breasts of the females get to be larger than their mothers.
With all the chemicals in the food now, who could pin down a
cause? I wasn't disappointed that I'd waited. From what I could
see from my house, they were quite lovely and screamed to be
tasted. Seemed like perhaps a father should become acquainted
with his not so little girl.

Deanna and our daughter were a mere street over, downhill, but I
didn't fancy an uphill climb after doing what was running through
my mind. No sirree, Bob!

It wasn't a bad house. Either being in porn had been good to her
or she had inherited it. Inwardly I was pleased the two weren't
living in squalor. I sauntered up to the door and rang the
doorbell. And waited. Waited further still. She'd been nude
sunbathing when I had left and probably just felt she should
answer the door modestly. Finally the door opened and I was
face-to-face with my daughter.

"We don't want any of what you're selling, mister. We don't need
conversion either to your religion or from being gay. You should
just go."

"I am not here for either of those things. I am a new neighbor
and thought I should drop by to greet you. (Lies!)"

"I hope you will like it here. My name is Megan and the owner of
the house isn't here to meet you. Sorry about that. Maybe a
different time would be better? Her name is Deanna by the way."

'I know, I put you in her belly when I raped her innocent pussy,
just like I'll do to yours,' thought I and it was a good thing
she couldn't read minds.

"It's a pleasure to have such a beautiful girl greet me in such a
loosely tied bathrobe over a yellow polka dot bikini. Sorta like
that song."

"What song?" she asked in complete honesty.

"Never mind. I forget that you aren't as old as me. Consider it
an old man's muttering to himself."

"Well it was a pleasure to meet you, Jim Bob Frank. (Not as
pleasant as it will be for daddy soon, sweetheart!)" I didn't
correct her or even politely give my correct name.

Megan politely ended the conversation when it seemed it would go
no further and started to close the door. I couldn't let that
happen after meeting my daughter after all these years, could I?

When she felt my foot in the door, she had the good sense to give
it up as a lost cause and run. I threw the door open and gave
chase, soon catching her by the bathrobe which, being tied not at
all, she burst out of like it was a cocoon.

Since she was no longer hampered by her outer layer, she was now
free to make use of her long model legs which she did but to
little avail. I reached out and grabbed at the strings of her
bikini and it was now clear that her boobs were better than her
mom's and she had definitely gotten her nice butt from her.

I was breathing down her neck when we reached her bedroom door.
Because of my proximity, it was impossible to slam the door in my
face. I pushed her hard and she sprawled across the bed but
quickly rolled onto her back to try to kick me away.

Megan aimed her kick at my face but I stepped backward and let
her leg fully extend just out of reach. I grabbed onto her ankle
before she could draw her leg back for a second strike so she
tried kicking me with her other leg instead to similar result. I
held them both in a grip of steel while I undid my trousers and
showed her the cock that had forced her into her mother those
years ago. To her credit, she didn't scream the way her mommy
had. It would have done no good. I had made sure to visit when
Megan and Deanna's neighbors were gone. Once my pants were out of
the way, I took an ankle in each hand and pulled her legs apart
as I bent her legs until her knees were to the sides of her head,
my penis at her hymen.

The look of anguish and the sudden onset of tears reminded me of
a certain other I had rent the innocence of 16 years prior.

How long I was in my daughter's warm carnal embrace I can't say.
Suffice it to say that if she was as fertile today as her mother
was on her first fuck, she was pregnant now.

"I apologize for us meeting this way, sweetie. I couldn't help
myself. You remind me so much of your mother, but better."

"You! You're my father! The bastard who raped her years ago. I'm
sort of conflicted. You had your way with both of us but if you
hadn't raped her, you could never have raped me because I'd never
have been born. Still, to have such a handsome daddy be your
first, willing or not, there are worse things."

"I am glad you feel that way. You should get dressed," I said as
I heard the front door unlocking and opening.

"Megan, are you home?" my first ever victim called out.

I stepped out from our little girl's room and let Deanna see me.

"You!" was her only response.

"That's what I said to him too!" came Megan's voice suddenly from
behind me.

Deanna took one look at her daughter, noted some of my seed that
had made its way unnoticed to her ankle and started her tantrum.
Megan quickly cut her mom off though.

"All these years you stayed faithful to your husband, my daddy.
It's impressive."

"I never married him. He's not my husband."

"You can't make me read the Bible and then make believe certain
parts aren't there. When a virgin who wasn't pledged to marry
someone was raped, she married her rapist."

"But you can't have two wives or relations with your family!"

"Hello! If Eve was the only woman on Earth, who do you think her
sons fucked? Lot's two daughters got him drunk, gave him their
cherries and got knocked the fuck up to continue his family line
since he had no sons for that purpose. Jacob worked for his uncle
14 years so he could marry his two cousins. Genesis and the other
first books read a lot like Game of Thrones."

"That doesn't make it right." Deanna protested.

"I don't see why not. People claim to want it to govern all but
are plenty happy to change it when it doesn't suit their views.
You should be glad I wasn't murdered by daddy."

"He still raped you. To many girls that's a fate worse than
death."

"They must have failed at getting raped then. It's not so bad
with a handsome guy like daddy unless you keep resisting after he
starts fucking you. You totally resisted, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. I was a virgin same as you, a good religious
girl. All sex is basically rape by necessity. Girls are supposed
to have sex seldom and grudgingly if they are proper girls.

"Fuck propriety! I bet daddy had to rape us because he thought we
would have turned him down were he gentlemanly about it."

"You're damn right we would have! I was his teacher. You are 15.
You shouldn't be having sex."

"Or getting pregnant?"

"Definitely not. That's for a man and wife to discuss."

"Daddy, can I have a baby?"

"What type of animal baby do you want?

Megan answered only by rolling her eyes my way.

"If that is what you want honey."

"Well good, I'd hate to have to have an abortion. I'm ovulating
right now."

"Megan Alexandra Smith! You clean his seed out of you before it's
too late!"

"It's Rogers since we're his wives now and I will do no such
thing. I want to have daddy's baby. We're on the same level now
you and I. You aren't the boss of me anymore. Besides, you said
it yourself that he wouldn't have gotten in our pants except by
force so it's sort of our fault he raped us. Just be glad he
didn't slit our throats. Besides, the first time is always
hardest on girls and since you can't legally rape a spouse, he
never will again."

"She's right you know. Besides, I learned a few things about
pleasing a woman from girls in class. Your rape at my hands
gained a bit of 'attention' from them. We're a family now and you
can't say nothing good came of it. Megan did." As I finished, I
took Deanna into my arms and gave her a prolonged kiss. She
recoiled at first but gave in after a bit, tears misting her eyes
like she regretted the fact that she was enjoying it.

"I do apologize for the way losing your virginities went. I'll be
making it up until forever. The ends justify the means and the
ends here are top notch." I grabbed them both by their butts and
guided them both to the master bedroom, a man and his two lovely
wives, one of which was his daughter. Time for making up sex, one
of the best kinds in the world. Who knew so much good could come
out of two girls' rapes?