"I fucked her ass"

"I fucked her ass", declared Mark, taking the initiative.

Another gasp from the court, with a few dirty guffaws quickly coughed away, "I...I didn't think that counted, against my marriage you see", he looked at Rosie, before looking back to the jury, "And I didn't want to knock her up. Plus I really REALLY wanted to teach her a lesson".

He grabbed his cock, almost forgotten at this point but still semi-erect, "So, I just got it a bit wet see", he began nudging the head between her pussy lips and rubbed it in her juices, before shifting his body up and putting his dick at her tight, forbidden entrance, "And I put it in her ass."

He began pressing and she began squealing, her eyes practically bulging out,

"No, wait! I take it back! He didn't **** me, nothing happened, nothing oh...please STOP!"

Mark was half grinning, half grimacing. He'd never had anal sex before, Rosie wouldn't even talk about it she found it so disgusting. Right now though, Rosie was nodding with righteous fury as her husband committed that 'evil act' as she called it on the deserving temptress.

Mark groaned, "Oh fuck, so tight", as he pushed against her closed ring. His shaft was back to its previous iron-hard state which was good, as anything less would surely have bent and failed against the young girls nearly inpenetrable asshole. But he shifted his weight and with a triumphant "YES" in unison with Taylor's defeated moan, the angry head of his cock popped through and inside.

This was what he'd wanted, probably always wanted. He'd judged his fellow teachers for having their dirty fantasies about girls that were strictly off limits but deep down he'd wanted this too. Mark grabbed her shoulders and began steadily working his cock into her while she lay limp beneath him, the fight all gone.

"Damn right", he gasped, "You deserve this!". He was telling himself as much as her, the amazing feel of violating her quickly battering down his moral qualms. If he'd been less focused on her he might have heard the chants of his name from around the court room, but all he could see was the blonde girl who'd given him so many guilty thoughts, made him feel bad for lusting after her. Why should he feel bad? He began fucking her faster, leaning over her small frail body.

Her long thing legs dangled uselessly between his. Her eyes stared blankly at nothing.

Again he battered down his conscience, redirecting it at her,

"You made me do this! You cock-teasing cunt, why couldn't you have been a good girl!", he was hammering into her now, "Fucking take your punishment bitch!"

The pain was unbearable to Taylor, every movement of his cock like a hot poker in her bowels. But it wasn't as bad as the humiliation, that feeling that stopped her crying out or doing much of anything except accepting her punishment.

Mark climbed up onto the desk, an animal now, squatting to really thrust into Taylor. She was just a fuck-doll now, a vessel for his anger and lust. He pulled her head up by her hair, her neck painfully taut as it strained against him. He held her chin with his other hand and began kissing her cheek, the act so strangely gentle next to the savagery of every other part of him. He was rutting into her, even while he whispered to her tear streaked face,

"You did this to me", he sounded hurt, "I wanted to be a good man but now...", it felt too good, too right. He was going to cum, wanted to, was racing towards it. Yet even with the entire room willing him on, even with his darling wife screaming at him to fuck her harder, even with his throbbing cock controlling his body, part of him knew something was very wrong.

"I know", Taylor closed her eyes, "I'm sorry".

Suddenly she was thrown to the ground and he was no longer on top of her. As she opened them he was above her, cock in hand, stroking it rapidly.

"Louder", he commanded. She was confused, lost for a second, till she felt the slap of his prick against her face. "Say it again. Louder"

"I'm sorry!", she said.

"LOUDER!", he cried.

"I'm sorry sir! I'm sorry! I'm sorry", she shouted, then moaned, then begged. He was wanking rapidly now, before she felt the head of his cock against her cheek. She moved to suck it but he pulled back.

"Don't stop", he said, "I want to hear you."

She paused, then looked him dead in the eye. He was still the man she'd been infatuated with. He still seemed so powerful and attractive. He'd been right to **** her, she knew that. Taylor realised she loved him, or at least worshipped him. Perhaps that was better.

"I'm sorry", she earnestly meant it. She pushed his hands away and began, with both of her own delicate palms, stroking his cock. She pointed at her face, the dark mascara run down her cheeks from crying, her lips quivering. She was a picture of dominated young innocence and beauty. With the head of his cock resting on her chin she began again, speaking only to him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry sir. I'm so sorry.", she could see the effect it was having on him, his dick twitching, his body relaxing, ready to let go. She stroked faster, both wet hands having never handled a man before but now sliding and twisting for his pleasure, "Please sir, forgive me. I'm so so sorry", she begged, her voice taking on a babyish tone.

He groaned and then she felt it, a pulse of the shaft, a beat and then spurt after spurt of cum onto her face.

"Yes!", he roared, "Fucking take it bitch! Oh fuck yeah", he splattered her again and again, loving to see her wince but remain with her face in the firing line so her could coat her in his seed. He must've shot three loads worth of jizz onto the teenager by the time he'd finished, thick sticky pearls and globules slowly sliding down her cheeks, hanging from her hair, one eye glued shut by the jism in its lashes.

It dripped loudly onto her blouse in the silent court and then, all at once, the applause started. It was surreal moment like something out of a movie, except instead of the onlookers suddenly cheering a dramatic speech, here they were hollering and hooting in praise of the very public **** they'd just witnessed.

"Well then", said the judge, banging his gavill, "I guess all that remains is for me to find in favour of the defendant and to immediately find the plaintiff guilty of behaviour designed to entice and provoke sexual ****. It's my court and I can do that."

Again there were cheers.

"Now, I sentence the plaintiff to getting cum on by some very horny and justified men and I know just the people to help!"

With that the judge, jury and prosecutioner descended on Taylor once more and this time she helped to jerk off yet more loads onto her defiled body and face. With their groans - and now Taylor's encouragement - ringing in Mark's ear, he was steered away by Mr. Stansen to one side.

"Congratulations!"

"I should congratulate and thank you! I haven't even had a chance to ask how..?"

"Now now", Stansen interrupted, "The how doesn't matter. You're a free man."

"Ok. But this case. People are going to hear what happened today..."

"No. They're not. Most people aren't even going to remember. They rest will have it as a distant and pleasant memory they daren't speak about. And the outside world will simply hear that you were innocent and the wronged party. You're untouchable now."

"Oh. Ok...so I go back to my life?"

"And you remember your promise?"

"My...promise?"

"You're going to get a lot of opportunities coming your way soon. You should definitely take them."

"What kind of...?"

"You don't need to worry about that. But it's in your interest to take them."

Mark felt a hint of a threat behind those words. Stansen flashed him another smile though,

"Now if you excuse me, I have a teenager's face to decorate", he unzipped and turned away to join the demented festivities.