Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <html> <head> <title> I've Created a Monster! Chapter 1 </title> </head> <body bgcolor=ffffff> <b> I've Created a Monster! Chapter 3<br> by Protonus<br> protonus99@yahoo.com </b> Sharon returned home feeling confused and disoriented, as well as tired and sore. With difficulty, she hobbled to the bathroom to run a bath. She had been kept naked at the home of her student while he had fucked her at will throughout the weekend. Had she been raped? Had they abducted her? Things had occurred so quickly that first night that she could not be sure. Surely she had been drunk. How did she come to be naked? How had she arrived in Sam's bed, being stretched by his giant cock? She couldn't remember. But she was certainly not drunk the next morning when she had willingly sucked Sam's cock. What had come over her? Sam and his mother had made it all seem so normal, as if it had been expected of her. As she soaked in the warm, soapy water, her fingers explored her now stretched and sore vagina, and she shuddered at the thought of Sam's impossibly large genitals. Tomorrow Sam would be in her home room. How could she face him? What should she say? She had to regain control of the situation. Nothing like that could ever happen again. The next morning, Sharon's hands trembled as she dressed herself. Consumed by a feeling of dread, it took all of her courage to show up for school at all. Maybe Sam would be absent today. Maybe he would be late and miss his home-room period. When the morning bell rang, she nearly jumped out of her chair. For a moment, she thought she was safe, but then he appeared, strolling through the door late, as usual. Sharon quickly looked down, pretending to study some papers on her desk. Sam casually took his place at the back of the room and began chatting with his neighbors. Sharon finally summoned the courage to take a furtive glance in Sam's direction. She was astonished to find him completely relaxed, as though nothing in the world was wrong. She was experiencing the crisis of her life, and to Sam, it was just another day! Finally Sam looked in her direction, his eyes burning into her. Immediately, her nipples stiffened, she felt her face and neck redden and she squirmed uncomfortably on her seat. Sam merely smiled, and lewdly licked his lips, causing Sharon's panties to dampen. Suddenly, the period ended. Sam barely acknowledged her as he filed out with the other students, causing Sharon to feel a strange combination of disappointment and relief. She was grateful that Sam did not have English class on Mondays. She would have a full day to decide what to say to him. She had to explain that what happened was a one-time thing. Although at 18, Sam was technically an adult, he was still her student, and a relationship between them was inappropriate. A relationship? What Sam had done to her that weekend did not resemble any kind of relationship that Sharon knew of. Sam had fucked her. He had used her body for his pleasure, and she had allowed it, even enjoyed it. He had practically ignored her a moment earlier. Did she mean so little to him? Was he finished with her so soon? Sharon began to worry that Sam may have another woman, maybe several others, a thought that she found terribly distressing. She had to pull herself together! Her first-period class was about to begin. With effort, Sharon drove thoughts of Sam from her mind, and managed to get through the day's lessons. At three o'clock, her classroom empty, she gathered her things to go home. Ordinarily she would spend an hour preparing for the next day. But today she was anxious to get home, lock her door, and try to come to grips with all that had transpired. Her plan was quickly thwarted as Sam entered her room, closing and locking the door behind him. "Did you miss me?" he asked, closing the gap between them in three easy steps. Placing one arm behind her waste, and the other behind her head, he pulled her to him, his thick tongue invading her mouth. Sharon gasped for breath as Sam pawed her breast, raking his thumb across her stiffening nipple. Sharon's expression was one of worry, thoughts of a conversation, an explanation, evaporated as Sam took possession of her body. Her eyes closed, her head back, Sam began unbuttoning her blouse as he tongued her open mouth. He pushed her blouse and bra straps over her shoulders exposing Sharon's perfect breasts. He gave each nipple a hard suck, and then licked his way up the side of her neck, and probed her ear with his tongue while he pinched and twirled each nipple between his fingers and thumbs. Sharon's breath was ragged, her panties soaked. Sam's ever-roaming hands found the backs of her thighs, sliding their way up to grip her round ass cheeks. He gave them each a gentle squeeze, parting them to explore the area between her trembling legs. He smiled at the heat and moisture he found there. Sam pulled Sharon's panties to her knees, then raised her skirt to her waste, in the same movement lifting her and seating her on her desk. Pushing her back, he pulled her panties from her legs and, with a hand behind each knee, pushed her legs back and to the sides of her head, plunging his thick tongue into her aching vagina. In less than 60 seconds, Sharon had once again been stripped and positioned by the forceful youngster, who was now rapidly bringing her to her first orgasm with his talented tongue. Sharon came uncontrollably as Sam alternately plunged his wriggling tongue deeply inside her, then raked the tip across her g-spot and sucked her clit. Just when she thought she could take no more, Sam straightened up, dropped his trousers, and shoved his thick cock into his teacher's dripping hole. "Unnnngh", she grunted, her legs wrapping around her young assailant. Sam gripped her shoulders in his strong hands, jamming her body onto his cock with each powerful thrust. Her eyes rolled back, Sharon reached orgasm after orgasm as Sam continued his savage assault on her body until finally he tensed, hosing her womb with hot semen. * * * Jill paced the trailer anxiously. Sam was late returning from school, and She could only imagine what he was up to. She was justifiably concerned that Sam might lose interest in her, and she resolved to redouble her efforts to please him. When Sam finally arrived home, Jill's breasts were sore and leaking milk. "Do you want to milk me, honey?" she asked. "Not really," replied Sam, simply dropping his trousers and pushing his cock into her mouth. Jill didn't complain about the taste of the younger woman's juices that coated her son's cock. She only wanted to make this the best blow job of his young life. Coating two fingers with saliva, she inserted them into his anus as she deep throated him, massaging his prostate as she bobbed her head over his swelling cock. Sam grunted as he held her head and face fucked his mother, driven to a mind blowing orgasm by his mother's fingers. Sam's load was smaller than Jill was accustomed to, but still she was satisfied in the knowledge that Miss Seymore could never rival what she had just done to him. Still, Sam was late returning home again on Tuesday, having paid Miss Seymore another visit. Sam's directness and confidence kept Sharon permanently off balance, as Sam never considered the possibility of rejection. Locking her door after the other students had left, he simply pushed her over her desk, hoisted her skirt over her hips and, pushing her panties aside, fucked her doggy style. Sharon was unaccustomed to such rough treatment, but Sam was not to be refused. She succumbed to the feeling that her wishes were unimportant. She was becoming a plaything for her young student. But as Sam brought her to yet another intense orgasm, any thoughts of protest receded further from her mind. After Sam deposited his load deep inside her, he pulled her to her knees, allowing her to kiss and lick the juices from the cock that brought her so much pleasure. And Sharon was only too eager to comply. By Wednesday, it had already been four days since Sam had fucked his mother, and Jill was forced to resort to her breast pump to relieve the pressure in her swollen breasts. The hard suction of the mechanical pump drew Jill's long nipples into the tubes attached to the two little suction cups, her milk draining into at bottle at the other end. Jill felt the familiar tingling between her legs as the machine pumped the milk from her breasts. She reflexively slid a finger into her bare pussy and clenched her thighs together, longing for Sam's thick cock. Jill came to the conclusion that she simply had become too stretched out by the frequent poundings Sam had given her over the past four years. Sam would naturally prefer the tight cunt of a younger woman. Determined to regain her son's attention, she prepared herself with an enema, and coated her anus with vaseline before Sam returned from school. She had to make sure that Sam received his afternoon blow job sitting on the couch as opposed to standing as he often liked it. Sam offered no resistance as his mother steered him toward the couch, oblivious to the surprise she had in store for him. Jill kneeled at her son's feet and began as she always did, kissing and licking her way up and down his shaft. But instead of deep throating him as Sam had expected, she abruptly stood up, spun around, and seated on her son's lap, impaling her greased anus on his enormous cock. Sam was thrilled and excited by this unexpected turn of events. His mother's ass was even tighter than Miss Seymore's pussy. He had never imagined that something so large could fit into such a small place. He could not see the tears of pain running down his mother's face as she stifled a scream, but only heard her blurt out "fuck me!" And fuck her he did. With one hand still on her son's cock, Jill could feel that she had only taken half of it, and already the pain was blinding. Was this all a terrible mistake? But she had no opportunity to reconsider as Sam grabbed her hips and began pistoning his swelling cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. Jill helped by lowering her weight on every thrust, and inch by inch the two of them succeeded in burying the entire twelve inches into Jill's bowels. Jill now leaned back against her son, her face contorted with pain. But this did not give Sam the leverage he needed to truly fuck her. Rocking forward, he lowered his mother to her hands and knees, her ass in the air, and he began to pound her. Jill found the ottoman, and used it to both support her upper body and to muffle her screams as she received the brutal butt fucking that she had asked for. Gradually the pain subsided as her ass stretched to accommodate her son's girth. And when Sam reached around her and with both hands began milking her breasts, her tears turned to tears of joy. After about fifteen minutes of reaming his mother's ass, Sam shot his load deep into her bowels, triggering a surprising orgasm for his mother as well. Jill got exactly what she wanted from this gambit. Sam fucked her ass again before going to sleep, and again before heading off to school, each time milking her breasts and giving her an orgasm. She was slightly dismayed to discover that her sphincter no longer closed completely, but she reasoned it had all been worthwhile. Sam continued fucking his teacher's cunt and his mother's ass for the remainder of the week. When the weekend came, Jill was looking forward to having her son all to herself at last, but Miss Seymore was already at the door by 10 am, not wishing to miss a single day of Sam's wonderful cock. Sam, still in his boxers, led her by the hand to his room and closed the door. He pushed her face down on the bed, and she obediently kneeled as he lifted her skirt over her hips to take her doggy style. Sam was pleased to see she had not worn panties. She was a fast learner. Sharon's juices were already streaming down her inner thighs, and Sam wasted no time plunging his twelve-inch monster into her, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from his submissive teacher. Meanwhile, Sam was fascinated by watching his teacher's little rosebud pucker out each time he pushed his thick cock into her. She was already approaching her second orgasm when he had a new idea. Leaning his head forward slightly, he drooled some saliva onto her puckered anus, and then rubbed it around with his finger. Now, slowly thrusting his thick cock in and out of his teacher's pussy, he began pushing one finger into her anus. The response was immediate, as Sharon cried out in orgasm. Encouraged by this result, Sam began finger fucking his teacher's anus in time with the thrusting of his hips. She began to whimper when he reached the second knuckle of his index finger, and he felt his cock head slide back and forth over his finger through the narrow wall of flesh separating her anus from her cunt. Applying some more saliva, Sam tried to insert two fingers into his teacher's ass. It was a tight fit, but Sharon started pushing her ass back, trying to help him insert his fingers. "Oooooohhhh Gaaawwwdd," she moaned as Sam fucked her ass with two fingers, twisting them one way then another, searching for the best angle. Thrilled by this new sensation, the young teacher pumped her hips up to meet her student's thrusts. "Uhhnngg! Aahhnnngg!" Jill heard the grunts and moans of pleasure coming from her son's room as she sat dejectedly at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee. She suddenly jumped up, hearing a shrill scream. Running through the trailer and bursting into the bedroom, she was at once shocked and amused at the sight that greeted her. Her son was in the processes of shoving his thick meat into his young teacher's ass! Sam had already pushed four inches of his thick cock into to Sharon's tight ass. Gripping her hips firmly, he pushed forward mercilessly, another inch disappearing into her taught anus, unconcerned by the young woman's whimpers and cries of pain. Fascinated by the spectacle before her, Jill realized that Sam needed her help. Kneeling on the bed, she leaned forward, placing her mouth around the side of Sam's cock. Her tongue curling around the underside, she drooled her saliva over the half of Sam's cock still protruding from his teacher's ass. When Sam pulled a couple of inches out of his teacher, Jill quickly coated the newly exposed meat, making the next forward thrust easier. Jill was forced to replace her mouth with her hand as Sam pushed deeper and deeper until, finally, there was not even room for her hand between Sam's pelvis and Sharon's upturned ass. Placing one hand on Sam's ass, and gripping Sharon's shoulder with the other, Jill pulled the pair together, helping Sam bury the final inch into his teachers ass. Then, having a sudden inspiration, Jill left the room, returning a moment later with her mechanical breast pump. Snaking her arm under Sharon's quivering torso, Jill fished out the young woman's breasts, and placed a suction cup over each nipple. Flipping on the machine, Sharon's whimpers and Sam's grunts were joined by the persistent "putt putt putt" of the mechanical pump. Sharon's nipples became elongated as the hard mechanical suction drew them through the holes at the back of the cups and into the tubes leading to the milk bottle. She bit her lower lip as what seemed like an electric current flowed from her stretched nipples to her clitoris. Gradually Sharon's whimpers were replaced by grunts, and then moans. She began to feel as though she were floating in space. She could not feel her arms or legs. And with her face buried in the sheets of Sam's bed, the sounds of Sam's huffing and the mechanical pump seemed to be coming from a great distance. Her entire consciousness became fixed on on the pressure building deep in her bowels, at the very core of her being. The feeling grew, like a wave washing over her. Soon, she could hear nothing but her own heart, beating in time to the thrusting of Sam's cock. Her entire body began to throb in time with Sam's pounding, each stroke drawing her orgasm closer to the surface, until finally the dam broke. Sharon no longer felt like she was floating. She was flying at one million miles an hour. Lights flashing before her eyes and a roaring in her ears, she thrashed wildly on the bed for thirty seconds, and then collapsed unconscious. Jill stared in shocked disbelief, somewhat relieved that Sharon's screams had finally stopped before the neighbors alerted the police. </body></html>