Howard Banning

The tortured teacher

CHAPTER ONE

Linda White pulled down her skirt so it would reach her knees as she began walking toward the administration building at Marley High School in Marley, California. If you didn't, she reminded herself, all the boys would be staring at your legs all day long.

Linda hurried into the building, saying, "Hello," to the few students she recognized from the first week of class. She wanted to keep making a good impression on the administrators, since it was her first job and she was years away rom getting tenure.

Besides, she and her husband Steve had sunk everything into this move into Southern California, leaving Ohio just a few weeks before. He'd gotten a job with a micro computing firm and after weeks of frantic phone calling around the Los Angeles area, she'd found this job of teaching world history to high school students.

It had been a change, a big one. The kids amazed Linda. Most of them, except for a few hippies and a sprinkling of blacks bussed into the school from downtown, tried to act and look like movie stars. They all had sun tans and blonde hair and expensive clothes that were usually worn as tight as humanly possible.

Well… it was a job that paid well and she and Steve needed every last penny to help pay for their house's mortgage. Besides, the staff at the school was pretty nice. They'd already been able to make some friends with a few of the younger teachers at the school.

She strolled into the faculty room and breathed a sigh of relief. At least in here you didn't feel like you were constantly on stage. Everyone was more or less equal and you didn't have the constant creeping fear that some kids might freak out on something.

"Hi, Linda!" five or six different voices chorused. "Hello, everyone," she said and flashed a big smile. People always told her it was her biggest physical asset, that smile. She was cute, they'd say, never pretty. Perhaps it was the smile that detracted from people noticing a nearly perfect body that was always clad in very sensible clothes. Like today, where she was wearing a white ruffled blouse and a plaid skirt. The one problem she'd worried about when she accepted the job at the high school was that there would be lots of big strong boys making eyes at her. It was silly, of course, but sometimes she'd feel oddly unprotected, maybe because her husband Steve was only her size about five-foot-five and not particularly muscular.

But everything had worked out fine so far she had no complaints, although it was clear to her that she was boring the daylights out of the kids in her class by talking about the Ancient Greeks and Romans. She'd always considered Alexander the Great one of the most fascinating figures in history. But the kids in her class, save just a few of them, would fall asleep if they had the chance. Since they had to sit, they'd pass notes instead. But Linda had been advised that as long as no one actually disrupted her lecture severely, there wasn't really too much to worry about.

"Let me tell you," Dan Jencks, who taught geography, said at the "Welcome Back Faculty" party a few days after school had started in early September. "As long as no one tried to hold you up with a gun, be grateful. Just keep on talking, make it as interesting as you possibly can and perhaps some of it will eventually seep into their thin little heads. You could do so much worse than this. Guys who I went to school with and are now teaching in the tough parts of town now tell me that they carry a gun with them at all times. Believe me, this is a school."

She couldn't really figure out why this man, who looked to be in his early 30's, was confiding in her. So she said, "Well, Dan, I appreciate your telling me that, but I'm not really sure why you brought it up, if you don't mind my asking you."

"Of course I don't mind," he said quietly, almost conspiratorially. "Look, you seem like a nice person. I just want to warn you that occasionally things go bad at this school. I can't really explain why except to say that Jack O'Neill just isn't cut out to be a principal. He won't crack down sometimes and none of us can figure out why. Also, he occasionally picks on some new member of the faculty if he doesn't think that they're obeying him to a T and really drives them crazy. The best way to avoid a hassle with him is to just be subservient as hell, if he says 'Jump!' then you be damn sure to ask him, 'How high?'"

She had only met Jack O'Neill twice and he seemed to be fairly harmless. A middle-aged man with graying hair and someone who could probably use some time running a few laps around the track she had concluded. Probably drinks too much and probably thinks he's really hot stuff for running this high school.

She hadn't even thought of him for a couple of days prior to that morning when he walked into the faculty room and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Mrs. White," he softly said, "if I'm not wrong, you've got second period free. Could you come by my office then for a conference? It's nothing urgent, but I'd like to discuss a few things with you, if you don't mind."

"Sure no problem, Mr. O'Neill," she said. And she thought nothing of it, as he walked out of the room until she noticed that the constant chatter in the faculty room had almost ceased. Everyone was not really looking at her, yet not looking away, either.

She walked over to Dan Jencks and Raymond Powell, a math teacher, aware that everyone seemed to be sort of looking out of the corners of their eyes at her. I'd better just talk about normal stuff for a while, she thought, this is truly strange. "Hi Dan," she said brightly as she slid into a chair. "Hi, Ray. How's it going?"

"Fine, Linda. Just fine. How are you? You're looking good today," came the replies.

"Just fine. So what's new?"

Dan took a breath and said, "Just watch yourself, Linda. O'Neill is just one weird cookie. Did he ask to see you this morning?"

"Yeah."

"Well, just don't do anything crazy," he said somberly. Then he laughed. "I'm sorry. You're smart. I know you won't do anything silly."

"Sure Dan, don't worry about me," she said as first period bell rang. All over the room, final gulps of coffee were thrown down throats and final puffs of cigarette smoke were inhaled.

"Lets go get 'em, team," said Bella Rogers, who taught girls Physical Education. This always brought a laugh forth even though she said it every morning. "Let's nail those little bastards good."

Well, that was normal, Linda thought, but Dan and Ray had certainly been acting oddly. "Whooaoh-oh, listen to the music," chorused the Doobie Brothers over the loudspeaker system as everyone rushed, to get to their first class. "Whooa-oh-oh, listen to the music, all the time."

It was a good song, she thought, and it made her forget any weirdness. God damn, but it was great to be out in California instead of freezing out in Ohio. It was about 80 degrees right now, and it would be 90 before the day was out. She could not remember anything like the Doobie Brothers or the Beach Boys being played over school loudspeakers or people at a high school feeling like they wanted to be there. How bad could Jack O'Neill be if he didn't mind letting a little music into people's lives to start the day?

It wasn't that being at school was the be-all and end-all of her life. If she could have, she would have rather just stayed cuddled in Steve's arms in bed. It was marvelous just to lie there and feel in love. "We take a walk, the sun is shining down, burns my feet as they touch the ground," sang the Beatles over the loudspeaker. "Good day, sunshine, good day, sunshine, good day sunshine…"

Steve was so nice. He'd read poetry to her, he'd play the guitar. They'd go to the beach together almost every free day. She was proud to show off in her tiny string bikini, keeping her arms wrapped around Steve's waist to emphasize that although anyone could look as much as they wanted, that had better be the limit of any approach to her. She loved it, getting a tan and feeling the anticipation of that night in bed building all afternoon as they sat on the beach, just sort of dozing in each other's arms.

Somehow, Steve never shared the same anticipation, although he never seemed to mind, either, that she would be getting excited through the day just by looking at his cute little body, almost like a boy's. Sometimes they would go days without making love. It seemed as if all Steve wanted to do was cuddle up with her. Linda never let this bother her, though. It would have been far worse, she thought, to have a sex fiend that chased after every skirt that he could catch sight of. The very thought that the man she married could be unfaithful to her, would send chills up her spine. So she was eternally grateful that she had chosen a man who was not wild and crazy, but one who just wanted to settle down and love his wife.

It was a great marriage. She'd only had two other boyfriends before marrying Steve and they'd only been interested in getting her clothes off, getting her into bed and dumping her as fast as possible. It had left her so cold, that when Steve had come into her life, she felt wonderful, since there was actually a man in her life who wanted to be with her all the time. She had always doubted she was really attractive until he had come along. She never would have worn a bikini anywhere until she met Steve.

It was odd how much time she spent thinking about Steve when she was in between times at school, such as now as she waited for the Pledge of Alliance and the morning announcements. As usual, there were about five boys in the front row of the class trying to look up her dress or trying to sneak a peak up the cut-offs of one of the nubile girls who'd stretch out oblivious of the stares of these tortured boys.

Finally, she began her lecture, reminding herself that the more she got out of the way, the nearer she'd be to being able to go home and see Steve. She always dressed up in a gown, something clingy, but tasteful, for when he came home, mindful that he would be seeing pretty young women in tight pants all day long, or so she imagined. They never talked about it. She was sure that talking about it would have embarrassed Steve to death.

"Everything leads to everything else," she began today, and she could feel a collective sigh pass through the room. These kids were so bored. They wanted to be outside at the beach or at least the parking lot flirting away with each other and getting loaded put of their minds. Just keep talking and maybe some of it will sink in, she told herself.

"The Roman Empire is a fine example of this. Of course, we look around and there's nothing left of the Roman Empire except for the Vatican City, which is the seat of the Roman Catholic Church, even now."

"Where's that?" asked Mark, one of the front row boys who always had a wisecrack.

"In Rome," she said to laughter. You always had to play straight man to these kids. God, Steve, I wish we could just go to the beach and get all tanned, she thought. "Now, one of the reasons the European part of the world remained pre-eminent for so long was the fact that even though Rome itself fell, the techniques developed for administering the empire had been passed on to such areas as Gaul, which we call France now, and Constantinople, which became Turkey."

"Don't they call it Turkey because turkeys live there?" asked Lenny, one of the other smart-sleek front row boys. This was typical.

"Nice going, Lenny. You're bound to get an 'A' with answers like that," she said. More laughter. "Actually I'm not sure why they call it Turkey. If you want some extra credit, Lenny, why don't you look that up and find out why? I'll ask you tomorrow about it. As I was saying or as I did say yesterday, the key to the collapse of the Roman Empire is the loss of the Eastern half of the empire, which meant that the same costs were still there, but there was much less for the empire to draw upon. This led to a decline in the ability and spirit of the rest of the empire, so when the barbarians showed up, there was not much resistance."

On this morning as others, she could feel the gaze of these hungry youngster satyrs, starving for any kind of sexual release. Their eyes burned into her ripe, full breasts, her smooth trim waist and her flaring hips, which were just big enough to accentuate her waist nicely. She only found the attention annoying. There were thousands of girls out there, she wanted to tell them. If you just wait for the right one to come along instead of forcing things to happen, you'll be fine. Instead, these boys undressed with their eyes any woman they saw.

She imagined it had something to do with the preponderance of half-clad females on TV and in the movies, along with all the creamy beauties on the soft-core pornography magazines in the grocery stores. She could almost feel them, these lustful boys, comparing her body to the pictures as she described how the barbarians had come from the Northern European steppes and Hungary and even as far away as the middle of Russia. I bet I look as good as those slutty girls in those magazines, she thought to herself.

"When the barbarians invaded a village in the Roman Empire, one of the methods they would always use in subjecting the local populace to rape," she said as she felt the class come to attention. No doubt it had been her use of the word "rape". Even Sally, the prototype of a dumb blonde, with huge breasts and a hookers wardrobe, stopped putting make-up on her face. Then Sally shut her compact.

"It was one of the more disheartening events in the life of a village in that it debased the lives of everyone associated with it," she continued. The class was actually paying attention. "It debased the rapers, of course. It ruined the lives of the victims and it made their husbands feel absolutely useless and powerless. The gradual result of the barbarian invasion, since they lacked any administrative ability to maintain law and order, was a general lack of respect for the individual, particularly since the hordes could do pretty much as they pleased as I've indicated to you…"

Gradually, as she began to describe the sequence of the final Roman emperors, the class began to lose the attention it had brought when "rape" was mentioned. She made a note to herself to be sure to mention that to her other classes later in the day. Maybe, just for the hell of it, she'd even undo a button or two at the top of her blouse. That would really drive the boys crazy. Maybe she'd even hitch up her skirt just a little bit. She couldn't help but feel a bit contemptuous of them.

But she made sure that her skirt was hiked down and that her blouse wasn't straining against her breasts when she went to Jack O'Neill's office. She didn't want to give him any kind of excuse to be upset with her. And she felt a little strange about what Dan Jencks had said earlier in the day as if she were going to be physically attacked by the man, although that seemed ridiculous.

She walked into his office and told the secretary that she had an appointment and the secretary gave her a sly smile. "My God," she thought, "I can't look that much like a pervert. These people are just plain weird. They've got sex on their minds all of the time. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it."

"He'll be with you in a second, Mrs. White," the secretary said. "I'm really pleased to meet you. Everyone says you're doing a very good job with the history classes, and I'm really glad."

"Thank you," she said, feeling relieved. She supposed that what had happened about mentioning the word "rape" made her a little bit on edge.

"You can go in now," the secretary said after her phone buzzed.

And it seemed that there was nothing to this meeting. Jack O'Neill simply said very perfunctory things about how she'd been doing a good job and how she should feel free to call on him or either of the vice principals if anything ever went wrong in her class, anything at all. How did she like Marley High?

She liked it fine, she said. That's good he said, because I really like to push for a family feeling here. Which is the real reason I called you in here, he went on. "I just wanted to find out a little bit about you personally, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "What would you like to know?"

"Well, what do you like to do when you're not teaching? I just like to have an idea about that sort of thing. It makes my job easier."

Well, there was nothing weird about that, she thought. "Oh, I spend a lot of time with my husband. We like to go to movies, and we go to the beach whenever it's nice. I guess we're really intrigued by the beaches out here, since we're both from Ohio."

"Yes, I know you're from Ohio. And I love beaches myself, just for people-watching. Tell me, if you don't mind, uh, what do you go to beaches for? I mean, are you trying for a sun tan?"

"Yes. My husband Steve and I love the sun. We usually go to Zuma."

"Zuma? Is that where they have a nude beach? I think sometime ago I read something about that. Do you sunbathe in the nude up there?"

So this is what Dan Jencks meant, she thought. Good Lord, what an odd question. But she searched his face for even the slightest clue of lechery and couldn't find even a trace of it. "No. I haven't yet seen a nude beach, sir. And I doubt that we'd, use one if there was one around for us to use," she said evenly.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "That's really none of my business. Tell me, what sort of movies do you and your husband go see?"

"We like comedies, anything that will make us laugh, which is just about everything."

"That's good," he said, with a fib of a flinch. "I guess I couldn't help but ask about your going to the beach because I can't help but notice your tan."

"That's very nice of you to say," she said, allowing a bit of sarcasm to creep into her voice. What a stupid line this creep was using, if he was trying to seduce her. She began feeling annoyed.

"I hope I haven't offended you," he was saying with a slight quiver in his voice. "Let ma show you to the door."

He came over to where she sat, one of his hands fooling with the change in his pants pocket, but at least not massaging himself like she had half expected.

In an instant, he had pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the pocket and snapped them onto her wrist and then onto his wrist. And as she stood with her mouth open in amazement, he drew a handkerchief out of his suit coat pocket and wrapped it around her head and mouth to gag her, then tied it, jerking her handcuffed hand up in the process. Then with his free hand he slowly ran his fingers over her blouse, and tried to locate her nipples.

"Oh, that feels good," he murmured.

CHAPTER TWO

Fear raced through Linda's body. She was going to be raped! She tried to scream, but nothing came out that could be beard for more than a few feet.

Jack O'Neill was now pushing her onto the floor, an insane grin on his face. "Oh, baby, baby, baby, light my fire. And don't yell any more. Don't worry, honey. I'm in love all the way."

Linda screamed again and Jack slugged her in the face, although he was still smiling when he did it. "I'm sorry. I had to do that, sweets," he said softly, as he rapidly tied up her other hand to a hook in the wall with a piece of red velvet cord. Now he tied the handcuffed hand to another book in the wall about four feet away and kept sitting on her thighs. She wriggled, but was powerless against his solid frame. She could feel his meaty erection pressing hard against one of her hips… She cried and cried and offered no resistance as Jack pulled off her high-heeled pumps, her skirt, her stockings, her garter belt and her panties. Now he tied the same kind of red velvet cords to her ankles and attached them on the other side of the office wall. So now, she was spread-eagled before this monster dressed in a blue pin-striped three-piece suit.

She closed her eyes, thinking that perhaps that would blot out what was surely about to happen. She would think of Steve while this happened and that would give her strength. She would think of Jack O'Neill getting hit by a truck. She would hope it would be over as soon as possible. Her body was rigid with tension.

So she hardly noticed a slight touch to her thighs, almost like a wisp of wind. It felt oddly relaxing as it traced a semi-circle up and down her thighs. So it was out of curiosity that she opened her eyes and saw something so amazing that she actually giggled a bit Jack O'Neill was touching her thighs lightly with a peacock feather.

What in the world was she doing laughing at a time like this, with this pervert having tied her up. Maybe he'd cut her up, like the girls in the Charles Manson family. Her mother had warned her against coming out to California, and said that there were so many kooks running around out there that there was no telling but that she might run into one of them. "Oh, Mom, you were right," she thought frantically as she looked at the maniacal glint in Jake's eyes. "This man is going to rape me at the very least. I should have never left Ohio. Oh Mom, oh, OH my God, I'm getting wet and I don't even want to! This is horrible!"

It was true, though. Jack had been moving the feather closer and closer to the kinky brown genital hair and now the fleecy curls had begun to moisten a bit. He started patting the feather right on the pubic vee and Linda could feel her buttocks tighten as a tiny shudder of – could it be? How in the world could it be – pleasure passed through her loins. "No, no, no!" she yelled into the gag. She began crying again, hoping that Jack somehow had a shred of sympathy somewhere in his dark, depraved soul.

An evil grin creased his face and removed the last flicker of hope from Linda's mind. He spoke now in a voice that sounded like gun metal. "You little bitch, with your ruffled skirt and your string bikini tan lines. I'm going to get you so worked up that you're going to be begging for it," he was saying. And he began stroking the feather right into her gradually warming cleft.

"That's it, bitch," he moaned throatily. "You want it so bad you can just about taste it, I bet. God, you are getting so wet."

Linda shook her head back and forth as if to say no, never, not in a thousand years, you cretin. But she knew that he was speaking the truth, too, she was getting very wet. That peacock feather was just driving her nuts. It was as if all the stored-up lust from hanging out at the beach and wearing next to nothing, with total strangers oogling her, was suddenly concentrated in between her ivory smooth thighs. The heat in her now-raging genital walls gave her, a delicious burning sensation.

Now she arched up her back and buttocks so as to get as much as possible of the silky, heavenly feel of the feather. Her now-sopping cuntal walls demanded that she grab and clench the feather to quell the boiling lust that made her shiver in every last cell of her being.

She had never had an orgasm like this one. Her inflamed pussy, begging for release, gushed forth with more and more of silky love lubricant. Her hips gyrated wildly, trying desperately to grab onto the feather that the principal held oh-so-closely to her fire-fed cuntal walls. She moaned lasciviously as wave after wave of orgasm pounded through her firm, ripe frame. All thought – the office, Jack O'Neill, her job, Steve, Ohio, California – had been totally removed from her mind except for one desire: to have another orgasm, even more powerful than the one that was now ripping through her body like a chain saw gone wild.

She lost track of time. Her musky juices seemed unstoppable, running down her thighs in rich profusion and filling the room with her pungent unmistakable scent. Finally, her frantic cunt stopped clenching uncontrollably and she felt almost as if she were floating on a very nice cloud, just moving along very gently.

That feeling lasted for about five seconds. Then she realized what had been done to her by Jack O'Neill and a sense of shame over her wantonness in having, indulged his perversions overcame her.

Now she began crying once more. The wetness between her legs was beginning to dry and she wanted nothing more than to be any place but this awful man's office. He was rummaging through his desk for something. Probably a knife to stab me with after he carves his initials on my belly and writes my name on the wall in blood. What a story that should make for the newspapers, she thought hysterically. And to think that I actually enjoyed what he just did tome God, she prayed, you know that I couldn't help myself, so please forgive me if now is the time for me to die. There was nothing else I could do. Maybe the secretary might have come in or some thing like that. God, I don't want to die. I'll do anything if you let me live, her mind screamed. Anything, anything at all.

But now she saw that it wasn't a knife that Jack O'Neill held in his hands and now she wanted to die anyhow. A knife at least would be quick and easy, but he was going to ram a huge stick – a dildo, she had heard it called – up inside of her and split her in two. God, that's going to hurt. Please give me strength, she asked silently.

The principal still wore the same maniacal grin on his face. "Now, just relax, honey. You think you liked the feather, you're going to love this. Let me just grease her up a little bit," he said softly. And with that he began to put some petroleum jelly on the dildo.

Again she closed her eyes, and within seconds, she could feel the plastic shaft pressing against her hair-ringed fissure. This guy must be out of his mind, ramming this thing up me, she thought frantically. They'll have no problem tracing it to him.

Now, though, she heard an odd, low hum like an alarm clock going off and the sound was so out of place that she broke out of her misery to wonder what in the world it could be. Then she realized that her cuntal opening was being tickled by the vibrations of the dildo. She realized this was a vibrator.

How very odd, she thought I can't stand the feel of that thing going into me, but it's starting to slide into me anyhow. God, I hate it so much, but it feels… it feels kind of interesting, too.

And without warning, her whole body began to quiver and shiver, completely out of control. Her face contorted into a mask of passion that had to be relieved right on the spot. Her firm tanned legs started to jerk, her toes curled and her hips began swinging up wildly as she completely lost control of herself.

This time, only one thought preoccupied her now almost blank mind. To get as much of that vibrating plastic cock inside her now-steaming pussy as she could possibly manage. The high voltage circuit of orgasm began bolting down to her slippery clitoral bud and jolted back to her cervix where her never-before-used cuntal muscles gripped the toy of joy in a hammerlock hold, instinctive in its nature with one and only one message – don't ever let go.

And she did not let go, at least for quite a while. Her orgasm reached into the very depths of her soul and pulled everything out of her, leaving her completely dry. Her moans became animalistic, like those of a tigress in heat. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands and her eyes glazed over unseeingly. As many times as she'd lain with Steve, she'd never known anything approaching this. She'd never been fucked like this before and she knew it. Her thoughts were a jumble as the waves, seemingly endless, of orgasm roared through her four, five, six and now seven times.

The heartbeat of lust pounded through her now limp body as one more explosion ripped through her as she gasped for breath through the gag. The insistent drumbeat of lust built up by the vibrator thundered through her yet one more time. She loved every instant of it as the dildo, almost all of it squeezed into her dripping cuntal walls, gave her thrills beyond imagination.

It wasn't just Linda who was thrilled either. The sight of this raven haired vixen turned from a prim and proper educator, the very model of social decorum, into a seething volcano of lust had driven him up the wall. He had exploded into a sweet, long lasting easily 60 seconds worth – orgasm that had blown him over onto his back. Such flaming, unleashed passion had been, he had always thought, the property of the actresses in the porno movies he and his wife would watch at home on the screen that pulled down from the living room ceiling. He'd always thought that it was just a matter of really good acting and photography.

Both of them remained supine for several minutes – she from necessity, of course, and he from choice. Her anger and shame had returned by the time he stood up. Tears once again had welled up in her big brown eyes and were running down her cheeks.

"Now, understand something, Linda," he said very evenly. "I never technically raped you and there's no way that any of my semen will show up if you do go to a hospital. Secondly, if you do say anything about this to anyone, I'll get both you and your husband fired so fast that you won't know what hit you. So I strongly suggest that you keep this quiet I know you liked it, so I'm not going to apologize. I looked at you and I figured you'd really eat it up, which is why I had these hooks put in. And I was right. I was absolutely right. So just remember, people are going to be much more likely to believe a nasty rumor about you than they are ever going to about me."

Now he slowly pulled out the dildo, which he had turned off while he was talking. Then he began to undo the cords, which had left only slight indentations in Linda's wrists and ankles.

"You'd better get dressed," he said evenly when he was done. "Third period starts pretty soon and I'm sure you don't want to be late."

"No," she said and started to slip on her underwear and stockings.

"Do you hate me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You forced me to do that."

"It was for your own good."

"Look," she said coldly. "If you keep this up, I'll scream my head off."

"And I'll clobber you like before."

"Fine. I'll just say this. If you ever come near me again, I'll scream."

"I won't. This office is the only place I can get away with this. See how it locks from the inside. That way, I can't be interrupted."

"You are sick."

"Maybe so, but I'm still principal here, so I still have all my marbles working."

She was now dressed. "Goodbye, Mister O'Neill. I hope you rot in hell," she snarled.

"Tnt, tnt, Mrs. White. Let bygones be bygones. Most women are very grateful for what I do for them here. If you can't appreciate that, well, that's your loss," he said with a hearty sneer.

Then he opened the door and Linda walked out quickly. She felt terrible. Why did scum like Jack O'Neill have to exist at all?

She had planned to go straight to a telephone and notify the police about what had happened, but she felt O'Neill's words sinking in slowly – that it would be her word against his, to say nothing of both her and Steve losing their jobs and the awful problems of having to go through a trial in a court.

God damn it, she swore, and ran into a girl's bathroom. She looked in a mirror and was surprised to see that she really didn't look as awful as she had thought she might. Maybe if he'd punched me harder and really given me a black eye, I could take the bastard to court, she thought. But it was useless. There was no way in the world she could win. History had taught her that the more powerful of two people generally is the one winning a confrontation.

She wiped herself dry with tissue from her purse, then combed her hair and wished she could be with Steve right now. Then she walked back to her classroom, just as class was getting out from second period to change over to third period with a short break.

No one seemed to be taking particular notice of her as she walked into the classroom, although one of the smart sleek boys immediately came up to her and said, "I hear you're going to tell us all about rape today, Mrs. White. I hear it's really good."

It was all she could do not to hit him. "Leo," she said tiredly, "it looks as if the only taste you've got is in your mouth." This crack got a big yuk out of what few kids had already arrived for the class and it made Linda feel a little better, too.

But it was ironic that she'd been talking about rape during first period, then just about gotten raped in the second period (what just about, she thought. That was definitely rape, even if he didn't get himself inside me). Now she wondered if she'd bring it up again. Probably better not to make as big a deal over it, she said to herself. If Leo had found out about her talking about rape, surely other people like Jack O'Neill could, too. Much as she hated the notion, it looked as if she were going to have to avoid doing anything that would bring her into contact with Jack O'Neill again.

So during that lecture and the next three after that, she mentioned rape as one of the devices used by the barbarians, but did not really elaborate at all. And no one asked her to do so either.

Actually, it was a good set of lectures, with the kids seeming a bit more attentive than usual, although one small girl who had smoked too much marijuana made a fool of herself by asking to use the bathroom and getting loot on the Marley High campus, which is somewhat hard to do if you've been there for more than an hour.

But it wasn't easy for Linda to stay calm for the rest of the school day. The only thing that kept her going was to think about how much she hated Jack O'Neill. If she thought about Steve, she'd be seized by spasms of guilt over what had happened – that somehow, some part of her had enjoyed the abhorrent experience. All she wanted was to get out of school and go put the experience behind her as quickly as possible. In the future, she supposed, she'd have to be very careful about any sort of contact with the principal. Imagine handcuffing someone and then shoving a vibrator up inside of them, thought Linda. And deep inside of her, one curious nerve wondered about that and the sensations that she'd never felt before in her 23 years of fife.

By the end of the day, Linda had begun to feel these conflicting emotions of anger and lust start to slip away from her. She wondered why she kept picturing that awful vibrator in her mind's eye, but by now she had also begun, as she always did, to think of dear sweet Steve, who would get her slowly worked up and romantic throughout the evening. He was so cute and cuddly that it drove her mad.

She wanted to be all ready for him tonight so he could kiss away her problems, so she rushed out of school and drove home quickly once her final class was done, rather than staying to chat in the teacher's room. Besides, she knew she'd get hassled about what the meeting with Jack O'Neill had been like by the others. All she wanted at this point was to feel Steve's soft skin and hot breath and little hands and fingers driving her crazy.

She burst into the door of their home in Woodland Oaks, intent on putting herself together to look as sexy as possible for her husband. But she realized that although the dresses she had were nice, they weren't really knockouts, things that would make him drool for her. A look through her closet confirmed her suspicion.

So she dashed out to a nearby shopping mall, the kind that dot the landscape in Southern California, and found one blue silk dress that clung to her like a second skin after an hour of looking. It made her feel naughty and nice at the same time as she looked in the mirror. God, she looked like a high-priced prostitute with it on, with her perfectly rounded melon-like breasts just straining to be released from the gossamer-like material. Her now throbbing nipples jutted upward like cherries, poking seductively through the silk fabric. And the blue material grabbed at her hips, buttocks and crotch like a glove, bringing up the same wonderfully full sensation welling up between her legs. God, she loved Steve so much, even if he seemed a bit befuddled and confused at times when they were in bed together. It didn't matter, she thought, giving herself one more good look in the mirror. So that's what Jack O'Neill got so crazy about, that filthy pervert. I wish I could kill that bastard, she told herself, as the flare-up of raging genital heat now died down and shame once more washed over her. She had to have Steve now, like never before. Everything would be all right once she was with Steve.

She quickly changed back into her school clothes and paid for the dress – $90 was what it cost, but as far as Linda was concerned, it would be worth every single penny. Then she drove home as fast as possible and took a bubble bath, then slipped into the new dress. Steve would be home in about half an hour to an hour, but she wanted to be good and ready for him. Dinner was a tasty casserole she could just pop into the microwave for a few minutes.

Then the telephone rang. She picked it up and a very proper woman's voice asked, "Is this Mrs. Linda White?"

"Yes, it is," she replied.

"Mrs. White, let me get straight to the point I'm Jack O'Neill's wife. I suspect that you have been having an affair with my husband, just from the way he's been talking to me about you. Is this true?"

Out of pure reflex, Linda giggled. The whole idea was so preposterous that she couldn't help it. This woman must be out of her mind just as much as her husband. And so she said, "You must be out of your mind, Mrs. O'Neill. I'm very happily married."

"I am not out of my mind, Mrs. White. My husband is a very fragile man and I'm afraid that you are pushing him over the edge."

There was a cruelness to Mrs. O'Neill's voice now that Linda found frightening. "Mrs. O'Neill," she said quietly, "if you knew what your husband had done, you'd not be calling me up, but you'd be making some sort of arrangement for him to receive professional help."

"I am a professional psychologist. You can look it up in the telephone book under Rosemary O'Neill, so I think I can say I've got a reasonably good handle on what's wrong with my husband."

"You do?"

"Yes. And I also have lots of powerful friends. I can get both you and your husband fired with the snap of my fingers. Do you understand?"

"Yes I do."

"Good. Now I suggest you get over to my house and we can work out some sort of… arrangement."

"What in the world do you mean by that?" Linda asked in a voice that shook with fright.

"I don't mean to frighten you, my dear," said Mrs. O'Neill, her voice softening a bit. "I'd feel much better about your assurances if I could meet you face to face. I don't think that's asking too much," she said.

"Will your husband be there?"

"Of course not. This won't take long at all, dear, but you are trying my patience."

"Alright. Uh, I'll be right over. Would you please tell me the address?" said Linda resignedly. There was obviously no way out from this madwoman.

After she got the address and hung up, Linda put on a light blouse and hustled out the door. With any luck, she'd be back in time to greet Steve.

She rushed over to the address, which turned out to be a big white colonial mansion-type house. The kinds of things teachers have to do, she thought as she rang the bell. I want to go back to Ohio.

A tall blonde haired woman, not much older than Linda, answered the door. "Are you Mrs. White?" she asked with a slight smile crossing her lips.

"Yes," said Linda meekly.

"Do come in."

"Thank you," said Linda as she stepped inside the opulently furnished home.

"I'm so glad you came by, Mrs. White," said Rosemary O'Neill, her voice a good deal warmer now. "Now please tell me what happened with my husband today."

CHAPTER THREE

Linda was having a hard time deciding what to do. She wanted to believe that this woman could somehow straighten out the mess with Jack O'Neill. And before driving the two miles to the house, she had sneaked a look at the phone book and found that Rosemary O'Neill was indeed a licensed clinical psychologist.

There wasn't much else she could do, she decided. Besides, Rosemary O'Neill seemed much easier to talk to in person than she had over the telephone. She was very tastefully dressed in a jumpsuit that showed off an athletic body and accented her long blonde hair.

"Well," she finally said. "I might as well tell you. I don't want to lose my job or for my husband to lose his job, either. I'm uh… I'm just not quite sure where I should start on this."

"I have all the time in the world, my dear. And let me compliment you on that lovely dress you're wearing. It is divine."

"Oh, thank you," said Linda, feeling a more relaxed now. "But, uh, tell me, uh, isn't your husband going to be home soon?"

"No. I know for a fact he won't be home for several hours at least."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now tell me. You'll feel much better if you do. Tell me," she said softly, almost pleadingly. It was a request Linda could not refuse, but no longer because she was worried about losing her job it was just a question of wanting to please this strange woman who could command her attention with merely the flick of an eyelash or the slightest turn of the mouth.

Now the story came pouring out. "It was awful. He called me into his office for second period and we chit-chatted for a minute or two. Then he wanted to know if I wore a bikini or went to a nude beach," she said, the words tumbling out in a great rush.

Rosemary nodded gravely, but approvingly. She did not seem shocked, but still generated a tiny fish line of sympathy to Linda, who kept on talking. "I acted as if I weren't too offended, but I wasn't exactly pleased about getting asked that sort of question. My husband and I love each other very much, but how we express that love is our own business and no one else's I think."

Linda could feel the tears once again well up in her eyes, but she kept talking. "And then he said I could go and came over to show me the door, which was fine with me. And then, just like that he'd handcuffed my wrist to his wrist. Can you believe that?"

Rosemary nodded. Linda wiped away a tear and continued. "Next thing I know, he's pushing me to the ground and getting me tied up to these little hooks in the wall, that is, from my wrists and he's sitting on my upper legs so I can't move. Oh, he's also gagged me and then slugged me in the face. Will you please say something?" she asked now.

"It's best that you just keep on talking and that I don't do anything to interrupt you at all," said Rosemary in an almost inaudible voice.

"OK," said Linda, pausing for a deep breath. "Then he took off all my clothes from the waist down and tied my ankles with the same sort of cord to some more hooks in the walls. Now I'm spread-eagled."

Rosemary seemed to be in a trance, with her head tilted back. "What next?" she asked in a whispery voice.

"Then he, uh, he got out a peacock feather and began stroking me… all over with it, including in my crotch. And I have to admit that I really liked the feeling of it. Oh, Rosemary, I'm so ashamed," sobbed Linda, bursting into tears. "I love my husband and this is just so awful that I can hardly stand it!"

"What was it like when he touched you with that feather?" Rosemary asked quietly. "I agree that my husband's a monster who should be put away, but I think I can work something out to fix his wagon, but good. You've just got to help me and trust me. OK?"

"OK. Well, the feeling was like… I don't know exactly… but like waiting for a big wave out at the beach to hit you. Yeah. That was it."

"You said it felt good."

"It did. I felt like some kind of wild animal inside me had been let loose."

"All right. I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on what you felt. Remember how you wanted it to go on and on. You can feel it. Breathe deeply. Relax. Just enjoy the moment now."

And Linda tried to reach back to that strange moment and for an instant she thought she was there. She even heard a "click" that was somehow familiar, somehow something she recognized deep in the pit of her stomach.

She opened her eyes and realized with a sickened feeling what had happened. She'd been handcuffed once more, this time by Rosemary O'Neill.

At first she thought it was a joke, but the sadistic gleam in Rosemary's eyes told her there was no reason to believe that Rosemary was any less of a pervert than her husband. Rosemary was now dragging her up the stairs by tugging at the handcuffs, which she'd managed to snap onto both of Linda's wrists. "You're going to be my little sex slave," were the first words out of Rosemary's mouth.

It was no joke. Linda screamed, "Let me go, you pervert!" and Rosemary slapped her hard across the face and kept dragging her, with a hammerlock across Linda's readily accessible breasts. The fullness of her creamy orbs popped free from the dress, her nipples at attention from being excited by the clingy silk fabric.

In just an instant, Rosemary had thrown her onto a huge four-poster bed and immediately sat on top of her waist. Rosemary's hands, itchily, grasping the pliant softness of the alabaster melons – for Linda did not have the daring to sunbathe topless – and kneaded their satiny warmth as if they were the greatest treasure on the planet. It was a startling contrast: Rosemary's gentleness against the pitiful struggling of Linda's compact frame under her. Rosemary had the smooth, but solid muscles of an Olympic swimmer and the soft, seductive manner of a big cat.

"Come on, baby," she purred. "I'll make you feel so good that you'll scream. Oh, ooo, I love your tits. And you're tan is so beautiful, baby. Jack said you were great and he was right."

Linda had been sort of drifting off, resigning herself to being abused by this creature with superhuman strength – at least compared to hers – but the mention of Jack O'Neill slapped her back into reality.

"Get your scummy hands off me, you slut!" she yelled. "I hate your guts."

Whap! Rosemary slapped her even harder this time, and Linda saw stars. "Listen, my little slave," she muttered, drawing out the word "slave" lasciviously. "You'll do exactly as I say or I'll beat you silly."

Linda said nothing. Whap! Rosemary slapped her even harder and growled, "Do you understand, slave? You are all mine and that's that."

Linda was seeing double. She meekly nodded her head and Rosemary tore off the blue silk dress Linda was wearing in a few easy motions. Sweat glistened from every inch of Linda's tanned and taut frame and she offered no resistance. She closed her eyes tightly.

Rosemary now began running her hands all over the firm yet baby soft flesh, hardly able to control herself at the delicious prospect of another trophy for her and her husband. This girl would learn to give her and Jack such unbelievable pleasure, she thought, her mind racing like a Grand Prix racer at 200 miles per hour.

But she noticed immediately that Linda remained motionless, dead almost. She must be thinking about that pretty-boy husband of hers, Rosemary thought. All right, we'll make it easy for her to forget. And with that, she got out her velvet cords, much like the ones Jack had used in his office earlier that day, from the night stand table drawer. In a few more seconds, she had Linda's ankles and wrists bound to the four posts of the bed, much like her husband had earlier in the day. Linda seemed in a trance.

Bursting with sexual heat, Rosemary could hardly contain herself at the sight of Linda's perfectly tanned body, stretched taut. She'd make this prissy bitch beg for it before she was through, she told herself. God, what a body! She started in by lightly licking Linda's puckered nipples, then blowing air over them.

Linda couldn't believe what was happening. Almost involuntarily, her hips began writhing in wanton arousal, despite the hatred she felt toward Rosemary. "Ohhh! God, help me… you bitch… please stop," she moaned. "Good Lord, that's, this is awful, please stop… ooo… oh, not my legs please, please stop."

Rosemary wasn't going to stop now as she began tonguing Linda's thighs. Her own loins began throbbing with the sheer thrill of the depravity she was forcing Linda to undergo. The wickedness of taking this gorgeous hunk of woman and making her submit to her wild whims made her own pussy cry out for release.

Very much against her will, Linda could begin to feel the heat radiating from her now damp cuntal walls, begging for more of the same throbbing tingle. Her mind was a quagmire of do's and don'ts, since this madwoman was obviously using her to satisfy a set of animal cravings that were not unlike those of that horrid Jack O'Neill. But again, she could feel herself wanting to get as much as possible of that warm, wet tongue alongside and into her now burning cuntal slit, which throbbed with an unceasing drum beat far beyond her own control now.

It was madness she wanted to imagine Steve doing this to her, just as she had this morning in the principal's office, but that was impossible. Her body broke out into a canvas of goosebumps and she literally trembled with passion. She had started breathing in short gasps and now began to arch her back and hips up so Rosemary would have no choice but to touch her where she had to be touched, along her now sizzling cleft. The excitement of being forced to do something absolutely forbidden made her smile slightly.

Rosemary noticed all this and felt her own desires well up like a Saturn V rocket about to lift off. This is one horny little cunt, she thought, even if she doesn't realize it. By now, Linda's inflamed pussy was literally sopping wet with love juice.

And Rosemary could resist no longer. Like a maniac who hasn't had a meal for days, she slid her tongue into Linda's steaming slit as if her very soul depended on doing so. Linda felt an electric shock course through her lissome body as Rosemary's magical hot tongue snaked its way along her burning clitoris. "Oh, God!" she screamed.

Now she began crying, for the shame over what she had allowed herself to enjoy overtook her. "Please, Rosemary, don't do that," she began sobbing. "I'll do anything if you'll stop. Please."

Rosemary stopped only for long enough to say, "You are so good, honey, that I'm not going to stop even if they declare nuclear war right now." And she went back to lashing away at Linda's enlarged fleshy lips, knowing full well that she was moving Linda toward a firecracker of an orgasm despite her protests.

And she was right. Linda now flexed and squirmed, writhed and twisted, her vagina frothing with lust. And she stopped asking for Rosemary to stop: "Oh yes, I… I'm cumming… ohhh baby… don't tease, now… more, more… yeah, here it comes… I… feel it… now, right there… ooo yes!!!"

Linda had clenched her eyes shut and was whipping her head back and forth, almost like one might imagine a mechanical doll with no resistance holding the neck back from twisting.

Yet immediately remorse washed over her. What was wrong with her? She had been tied up, all right, but she was acting like it was the finest thing in the world. And as Rosemary began inserting her index finger into her still white-hot pussy, Linda thought she would die from the pleasure of it. "Lord! That feels so wonderful! Oh, God, forgive me, I just can't help it! I never knew I could feel like this, oh my God, what is she doing to me now… it feels so hot down in my cunt and I'm so ashamed," she thought to herself, her mind now a total blank.

Rosemary was now taking off the super tight jumpsuit, which had featured her ice cream scoop breasts jutting into the material as if they were going to explode. Now they stood up proudly on their own with no outside support. The cherry-like nipples were on fire, as Rosemary found herself unbelievably excited over the idea of making this little prom queen become aroused against her will. She tossed the jumpsuit aside impatiently and crawled on top of Linda, who had just about stopped breathing, not believing what Rosemary was about to do.

Rosemary had never seen someone more turned on against their will, either and the very idea drove her wild now as she began rubbing her breasts and nipples all over Linda's tight, taut form. And now Rosemary could not calm her body down at all.

Every inch of her alabaster-smooth flesh was ablaze with need and screaming for release as soon as possible. Her love juices flowed so fast that she scarcely had time to think about Linda's fear and reticence. Rosemary's self control was about gone, for she and Jack had occasionally gone to bed with another woman, but Rosemary was now getting to explore another woman completely – even if she was tied up – and loving the sense of abandoned depravity that dominated her mind.

Linda's soaking pubic vee was now tender from the frantic ministrations Rosemary had poured onto it with the full force of her well developed muscles and as Rosemary began clawing at her downy curls and per nipples, Linda moaned, but not with pleasure but pain.

Rosemary hardly noticed as she slid her sizzling cleft all over Linda's thighs and quickly manipulated the soft flesh of her victim's cunt and breasts. Glorious sensation, much like pin pricks, danced under Rosemary's skin and she felt the welcome of searing hot flames licking at her cuntal walls. "God, I'm coming!" she exulted, and it felt heavenly as she played with Linda's body as if it were a musical instrument. Jack had never made her feel quite like this, as if she were totally in control. Now she knew why he liked being a high school principal so much. All these lovely young bodies at his beck and call and now, I too will have the same power.

Now she exploded into a series of volcanic eruptions, as her body felt electrified with the prospect of doing this again and again to Linda and maybe some other sweet virginal high school teacher. From her curled under toes to her throbbing nipples, she was one mass of taut shimmering flesh, finally receiving the satisfaction of having her all powerful lust sated at long last.

She let out a deep sigh of contentment. It had been so fine, almost like a dream. But now she noticed the tears running silently down Linda's cheeks and felt a slight pang of guilt. Linda had not enjoyed the final assault by a pleasure starved vixen, even if the first part had been, in a crazy way, somehow tolerable. Yes, Linda had found a spark of joyful eroticism in the animal hunger and heat that Rosemary oozed, but it had not lasted.

"Um… I, I'm sorry, Linda," said Rosemary softly. "I guess… I guess I kind of got a little carried away with you."

Linda closed her eyes.

Rosemary shrugged. Damn it, she thought. No one ever seems to like sex as much as I do. "Well, I guess I'd better untie you, OK?" she asked.

Linda still said nothing.

Now Rosemary felt annoyed, though she tried not to show it as she stepped back into her jumpsuit. "Linda," she said finally, "I am truly sorry. But I don't want you to think that I won't destroy you if you do anything against me. Do you understand that perfectly?"

Linda sighed.

"Goddamn it, talk to me, you little bitch!" yelled Rosemary. "I swear that I'll destroy you and your reputation so fast you won't-won't know what hit you. Now, answer me, bitch. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes. Now would you please untie me. My husband will be wondering where I am," said Linda in a resigned tone. "I should have been home already."

Rosemary untied the cords quickly and Linda got up off the bed and slipped into her clothes. Now neither said anything until Linda began walking out of the bedroom and toward the front door of the house.

"I hope you understand," Rosemary called to her from the bedroom, where she had remained.

"Understand what?" Linda asked, picking up her purse by the front door.

"Understand why I did what I did, Linda. It wasn't just for me, you know."

"Yes, I know," said Linda impatiently. "I'm sure your husband will get a big kick out of all this when you tell him about it. I'm sure he will. Positive, as a matter of fact. OK? Now, will you please unlock the door so I can get out of here? I'm getting a little tired of waiting."

"Don't use that tone of voice with me, bitch. You're still under my thumb. Got that?"

"Got it," said Linda tiredly, "Look, I realize that you can destroy me, but that doesn't mean that I have to like you if I don't feel like it. Because I don't like you at all. I think you're quite evil."

"Oh, come on, Linda," said Rosemary, walking up to her slowly.

"Please don't touch me," said Linda between clenched teeth. "If I don't ever see you again I won't cry. I'd just like for you to leave me alone."

"All right, be like that," said Rosemary, stopping a few feet in front of Linda. "It's just that I want you to know one thing."

"What's that?" asked Linda with a mocking interest. "I'm dying to know."

"I just want you to know that I did what I did not just for me and certainly not for Jack. I also did it for you. Yes, you."

"That's garbage."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is. You have no regard for my feelings what so ever. Goddam you. You really hurt me."

"I didn't mean to. Listen to me, Linda. You may feel badly now, but when you think back on what's happened, you're going to thank me."

"I'm sure."

"I'm sure too. You're going to be lying there in bed with that husband and wish that you could have something more than what you've got. You'll see."

"Please let me out now," came her reply.

"Sure thing," said Rosemary, quickly unlocking the deadbolt. In a flash, as soon as the door opened, Linda ran out, then turned around and said, "I hate your guts." Then she ran to her car and drove away.

CHAPTER FOUR

Linda raced home. She knew Steve would already be there. You could always count on good ol' Steve. Her mind was in an uproar during the few minutes it took to get back to her house as she wondered what in the world she ought to do about this mess with Jack and Rosemary O'Neill, those lousy stinking perverts.

There was not much she could do, she kept thinking. Were she to tell Steve, he'd go out of his mind. So then he'd call the cope and the O'Neill's would find out and fix their wagon as they both had threatened to do. No, she couldn't tell Steve. But she'd have to tell him something.

She decided as she pulled into her driveway that she'd tell him basically the truth, but not quite all of it. She'd just say that Rosemary O'Neill, the wife of the principal, had called her up just before be came home – which was true – and asked her to come over just for a friendly get-acquainted meeting for a few minutes. If it bothered Steve, he could check it out and, if anyone had seen her, she'd have her story pretty well substantiated.

Steve seemed a little annoyed when she walked in the front door. He was watching the evening news and didn't even get up to kiss her. "Hi," was all he said before turning.

"Hi, yourself," she said, forcing a big grin. She slid in next to him on the couch and cuddled up close. There was hardly any response. Geez, she thought briefly some response I'm getting after all I've been through.

She blew lightly into his ear and whispered, "It's so nice to see you, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you came home tonight."

"Why weren't you?" asked Steve, who was making no effort to hide his annoyance.

Why, you bastard, she thought. Christ, I could be dead and I don't get any kind of tenderness. Oh well, better say something quick.

"The wife of the principal called me up just about 34 minutes ago and asked me to come by to get acquainted with her. I felt like I couldn't really turn her down, Steve. You know I've got to make a good impression."

"Why didn't you leave me a note, baby?" asked Steve, softening a bit. "I was worried sick about you. I thought you might have been in an accident or someone might have grabbed you and raped you or something crazy like that."

Now she turned up the charm full blast and rubbed her torso and breasts into his side. "You're right baby," she cooed. "I'm sorry I didn't."

Steve chuckled. "Oh, you're so nice, babe. I'm sorry if I sounded mean to you just now."

"That's OK," said Linda, not sure if he actually meant it or not. Well, there was no point in dwelling on it, she told herself. "What would you like to drink, honey. How about a martini?"

So they had drinks and dinner and Linda tried hard to enjoy herself. But she somehow felt as if something had changed, that something would be forever and irretrievably changed and that there was not a thing in the world she could do about it. And so it was hard to keep happy. It was the same kind of feeling she had her wedding night, when she had given up her virginity – gratefully and willingly, of course, but with a sense of sadness and loss of having left a part of her life behind, with no chance of ever coming back.

She thought it would have been nice to have had some love making that night, but Linda was one of those people who has to be in the absolute right mood to make love. Steve had always understood that. It never really bothered him, so it seemed, to Linda, and that was one of the many reasons she loved him.

As she tried to go to sleep, she found her mind racing all over the place. There was nothing she could place her finger on, just that she wondered and worried about everything. Would everyone at school be able to tell that the weirdos, Jack and Rosemary O'Neill, had worked her over? She remembered her girlfriend in college, Gina Townsend, telling her that once a girl made love to a boy, you just bad to look in her face to tell that things were now incredibly different with her. What happened, she now wondered, if you had been with a lesbian? But I'm not a lesbian, her mind screamed. Finally, she made it to sleep, just by praying continually for the better part of an hour. "Forgive me please, Lord," she thought while clenching her hands together. "I did not know what I was doing. You know that I couldn't help it."

She felt just plain tired in the morning and not in much of a mood for any cuddling, hugging or kissing that next morning, even though Steve was doing his beat together in a romantic mood by stroking her in the most tempting places. She almost gave in, but the guilt from the previous day and the desire to be at school on time overrode any animal impulses she might have given in to. Still, it was kind of a nice way to start the day, she told herself, getting into the most demure outfit she could find. The last thing she needed today was to have horny little high school boys lusting after her and undressing her with their eyes every time she made even the slightest move anywhere.

"Sex and drugs and rock and roll" was the first thing Linda saw when she got to school that day. Someone had painted that in 8-foot high letters on the side of the administration building. For some reason, such desecrations of school property didn't really bother Linda much. The kids, for the most part, didn't seem especially bothered, at least not nearly as much as the faculty and administrators were that day. Good, she thought. At least I won't get hassled again by Jack O'Neill. That's all I'd need.

O'Neill came over the school loudspeaker and threatened that that night's football game would be cancelled if whoever was responsible for the vandalism didn't turn himself in. But he later relented when some janitors traced the paint to the cars of a few of the long haired hippies in the school. The culprits had their names read over the loudspeaker during the middle of third period and Linda could see the football players in her class relax a bit. She wouldn't have normally cared, but tonight she was assigned to help provide security at the game by taking tickets and keeping an eye on the kids with Steve, but she would have much rather just spent the night at home with Steve.

As a matter of fact, there was dancing in the hallways during the break. Cheerleaders were leading cheers:

We are the Wolves

And no one could be prouder

And if you don't believe us

We'll yell a little louder

We are the Wolves…

Linda had to smile. This kind of unleashing of youthful enthusiasm was wonderful; how much better for the kids to be doing that instead of messing around with drugs or having sex with each other. She'd never even kissed a boy until she'd gotten to college and she felt that she was a much better person for it.

She reached the faculty room and was greeted by the usual blast of cigarette smoke and a few calls of, "Hello, Linda," just as fourth period was starting. Since fourth period was the favorite period to schedule Physical Education classes, since there was no real rush for everyone to finish, lots of teachers also had fourth period off.

But she was walking back to her classroom in a few minutes when she realized she'd left her purse in the bathroom. "Of all the stupid things," she told herself. "You'd forget your head if it weren't screwed on right." Besides, she had lots of valuable stuff in there, and there were undoubtedly kids who'd be more than happy to help themselves to it and not give it a second thought.

She was just on the verge of opening the door when something made her stop, without her realizing exactly what it was. She stopped herself just as she was about to stick the extra key she'd gotten for the faculty room into the door.

What she'd seen that had stopped her was that there were two people – a cheerleader in her uniform and a big kid who looked like a football player, in the room, apparently just sitting and talking.

How had they gotten in, she wondered. The door was still locked, just as she had locked it before she left. Maybe the cheerleader had a master key or something, because she'd heard rumors that a couple of the school's master keys had somehow disappeared in the last few weeks and no one had even the slightest idea where they'd gone. Now Linda knew what had happened to at least one of them, because she specifically remembered locking the door a few minutes before.

It bothered her, as if someone had burglarized her home, but she also felt a sense of admiration for the ingenuity of pulling off this kind of stunt. After all if you wanted some privacy, what better place to get it than a classroom during a free period. How did they know it would be a free period? Simple, she thought. You simply kept your eyes open long enough and any fool could figure out which classrooms would be empty when.

There was an eye level window just a few inches across and down in the classroom door, just so teachers could know who would be at the door and it was through this that Linda was looking now. Since these punks had broken into her class, she decided she'd repay them by spying on them for a little bit before busting them. Besides, she was curious about what they'd do if they were thinking, as they obviously were, that no one was going to see them. Probably drugs, she thought, which will mean that the room will stink of marijuana when I go in there after lunch. I'll have to wait until they light up or else I'll look silly charging in there, like I was just waiting for the very instant that they pulled out the marijuana cigarettes.

But they didn't start smoking anything at all. Instead, they just kept talking. Linda watched them for about 20 seconds, then realized that if someone came walking down the hall, she'd look awfully strange. She glanced around and watched them talk for a while longer. They were both smiling at each other as if they had a big secret between each other.

Linda watched for a few more moments and then got bored with trying to make out what they were saying. They may have as well been talking Japanese. But just as she started to pull away from the window, she saw the football player reach out his hand to the cheerleader's hand. Well, big deal, she told herself, but she didn't want to leave all of a sudden. She couldn't help but wonder if something else was about to happen now.

It did. The cheerleader – whose name, "Pam" was emblazoned on the tight orange and white sweater and on the matching micro skirt – reached her hand over to the football player's face, and ran her fingers lightly over his cheeks. My God, she thought, the very nerve of these kids. Why did they think they could get away with this kind of behavior in broad daylight? As if to answer that question, she immediately heard footsteps coming down the hall. She pivoted away from the door instantly and began walking as nonchalantly as possible toward Lee Frankel, one of the mathematics teachers and one of the oldest people on the staff.

If Lee goes by the classroom, she thought, he might very well see what's going on and I'll get blamed for it, since it is my classroom. So she hustled up to Lee and gave him a big hello and a smile. "Hi Linda, dearie," he said. Hoo boy, she thought. I can just see this guy getting outraged over the kids in my class, even if they're just holding hands. I've got to get him out of here right now. "Hi Lee. Hey, how about if I treat you to a donut in the faculty room?" she asked breathlessly, trying to sound helpless and vulnerable.

"Why, that's the best offer I've had all day, Mrs. White," he said, chuckling at his own humor. "Here. You can take my arm now."

Five minutes later, she'd gotten Lee his jelly donut and was back in the wing where she'd been watching. Fine. No one was here, but she'd have to get Pam and the football player out of the room before they started acting crazy and rolling around on the floor.

But they weren't. They were still just holding hands and talking back and forth. So Linda watched for about 20 seconds and got bored again, then started to put the extra key in the lock.

Again, though, she stopped. This time the football player had now put his arms around Pam and they both stood up and looked into each other's eyes soulfully. They were about 25 feet from the door window, but they looked as if they could have been a million miles away. Neither of them seemed to be moving a muscle.

Linda had a pretty good idea what would come next and she was right. Slowly, the heads of the football player and cheerleader moved toward one another, and their mouths opened slowly. Their wild shining eyes roamed over each other curiously.

Now their tongues snaked out toward each other and their eyes closed. The boy gathered in Pam, squeezing her jutting breasts against his massive chest. Linda could hear her moan throatily: "Oh, baby!"

Pam slowly began undulating her ripe, full form all over the jock's muscular frame, with special emphasis being on stimulating the growing bulge in his pants. She was immediately successful, Linda could tell, as a huge piston-like form appeared to thrust out of the denim material between his legs.

What in the world was she doing watching this, Linda wondered in a daze. It wasn't that it particularly turned her on, but more that she felt somehow compelled to just watch it and not do much of anything else. She'd never seen two people make love to each other before now, having turned down Steve's suggestion one night that they go see an X-rated movie in Santa Monica.

They were taking each other's clothes off. The jock slipped the sweater over Pam's head and dropped it onto the floor. She was tearing off his jacket and button-down shirt at the time, but Linda hardly noticed. Despite the fact that Pam's low-cut brassiere remained on her, Linda could already tell that Pam had what had to be one of the hottest bodies that a centerfold could ever hope for.

The bounteous swell of her large milky breasts all but overflowed the cups of the lacy brassiere and her waist narrowed to a tight curve about her rounded hips and ass, still covered by the skirt, above her slender thighs. Now the jock's fingers were fumbling with the clasp of the brassiere as Pam mashed her melonous breasts into his hairy chest. In a few seconds, those milky orbs jutted proudly from her chest like two cantaloupes, with cherry-like nipples hard as rocks. She threw back her head in a single motion of unabated lust and kept grinding her now-throbbing breasts into the jock's chest, moving her lust-inflamed nipples as fast as she could to maximize the pleasure that shone on her face.

Now the jock grabbed the nipples, almost as big as golf balls, and tweaked them so hard between his huge fingers that it made Linda wince. Pam apparently felt no pain at all, though. "Oh, God, Gary, I love it so much!" she could hear her gasp.

"Just keep quiet so we don't attract any attention," she heard Gary say, and she immediately ducked down under the window of the door. She really should not keep on watching, she told herself. But she almost knew right then that as soon as she could, she would try to again. There was something utterly compelling about getting to watch two teenagers, both with absolutely perfect bodies, make love to each other without them knowing that anyone else could see.

So in a few seconds, she slowly raised herself up to the level of the window and looked in anxiously, sweat pouring from her brow. Thank God, she thought, that no one's decided to walk around in this hall. It wasn't so much that she was afraid of getting caught as she was of the footsteps scaring off Pam and Gary. A pang of guilt grabbed her. This was awful, she knew, but she knew just as well that her curiosity had to be sated.

She had to smile when she looked in the window, since she had just been worrying about the sound of footsteps interrupting Pam and Gary. It was obvious now that the Russians could have decided to have started a nuclear attack by dropping a hydrogen bomb on Marley High School and that Pam and Gary would not have noticed.

Now they were tearing off the remaining of each other's clothing – Gary sliding off the cheerleader skirt as Pam kicked off the shoes, then flinging the skirt into the air, then more slowly peeling off the orange string bikini panties, so tight that they cut slightly into her bronzed skin. And Pam's hands, moving like butterflies, had bunched together his jeans at his knees before he had stepped out of them and his boots. Now she grabbed into his underpants, severely distended by the blood-engorged member that was now pulsating frantically. Linda could easily see, as she stood in rapt fascination, how a clear drop of love juice had already emerged onto the tip of Gary's blue-veined stiffness which stood up ramrod straight against his hard, flat belly. Pam's hands were a blur on his nine-inch meatiness, with her polished fingernails barely fitting around the steely thickness. He too, now threw back his head and moaned like a wounded tiger. "Oh, baby yes… oh do me, do me hard. Come on, bitch, suck it… you know you want it baby please suck it, oh God… oooo… I'm gonna cum… yeah, now I'm…"

And he started to scream, but Pam apparently realized what would follow if he did and clamped a hand over his mouth as he writhed with the ecstasy of a shower of delicious sparks, as if an earthquake had just struck Southern California with Marley High School as the epicenter. Stunned, Linda watched his ivory hardness explode with shot after creamy shot of burning male sperm, each one flying higher and higher until they had nearly hit the eight foot ceiling, as Pam's free hand continued to stroke frantically at his still swollen and reverberating thickness, which remained standing straight up in the air, ready for even more duty should the call come.

But now Gary was being required something of a different use of his body, as Pam now sat atop one of the desks and began to feverishly finger her soaking wet pubic vee. She began to gyrate her hips and arch her back as if to invite every man with even the slightest drop of lust still living within his body to give her everything he could. "Come here, big boy," Linda heard her sat. "I made you cum pretty good. It's time for you to return the favor, stud. Let's see what that tongue of yours can do… oh yeah, oh, I love it when you… yes, yes oh, faster, you stud… I love it… yes… Come on, make me come… do it, do it, yeah baby, yes, I'm cumming… oh, oh ooo, give me more!!!"

And Pam's tightly-muscled hips now jerked spasmodically, pumping like a piston into Gary's head, as Gary returned the solid thinking she'd shown by clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle the gasps of delight as she came. Pam's eyes were closed to everything except this holy moment. She tangled her fingers in his brown curly hair, urging him wordlessly to keep his face down into her cunt, as close as he could get to her throbbing cuntal walls. She quivered continually, and her long, trim legs parted even further, offering up her all to him.

Now she was coming again and again, soaring into the peaks of total abandonment of anything except the God of Lust. She lay trembling with her hips jerking for what seemed to Linda to be endless moments. "Steve and I have never made it like that," she thought and for just an instant a flash of jealousy lighted up inside her brain, as Pam's whole frame vibrated as if it were a single muscle, dedicated to nothing but the satisfaction of pure sexual heat, so hot that a hundred people besides Linda could have probably been watching without Pam or Gary noticing.

Footsteps. They were moving fast this way, several people. It sounded like a bunch of kids and in a flash Linda had swiveled off into the center of the hall as if she'd never been standing at the door of her classroom. She made it back to the faculty room in less than 45 seconds.

CHAPTER FIVE

When she got to the faculty room, no one had missed her, thank God, even though it was only a few minutes until the lunch bell rang. Nothing ever seemed to happen to anyone else, she reflected. Why is it now happening to me, she wondered.

She hardly tasted lunch that day, sort of force feeding herself to avoid getting cramps later on. How could she have made herself keep on watching that disgusting spectacle? She had always tried to believe that there were higher, finer things in life than acting like animals, yet when confronted with the choice – and all she would have had to have done is turn away – she had given in to the primitive instincts.

"What's the matter, Linda?" asked Dan Jencks. "Cat got your tongue or something?"

"Oh nothing, Dan. I just have had a rough day so far and I've got three more periods to go. I'm just feeling sorry for myself, which is pretty silly."

"Oh, we all get like that, sweetheart. You wouldn't be human if you didn't."

"Thanks, Dan. I guess I just kind of feel a little weird today."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Well, you know how you sometimes don't do something that you should have done, right? Well, I should have been a little nicer to my husband, Steve, and I wasn't this morning," she said. It was as if by saying the words out loud, she was revealing the truth of her statement to herself. Maybe that was why she'd been looking for so long at that silly window, as if she'd somehow began trying to make up for the lack of affection she'd shown him this morning…

"So what this means, I guess, is that I've been a little off today as a result. I guess you could say that I'm just feeling a little bit guilty, Dan."

"You must really love your husband, Linda," said Dan with a chuckle.

"I do."

"You probably frustrate the hell out of Jack O'Neill," he now whispered.

"Well," said Linda, trying to act coy and not give away anything. "He does seem like a bit of a dirty old man, I suppose I could say."

"Did he do any thing to you? If he did, I'll get his ass in a giant sling."

"Oh, no," said Linda confidently. "I've got him under control. I love my husband so much that I don't really care about what other men do. Matter of fact, I get a big bang just out of doing things like going to the football game tonight and doing the chaperoning and ticket taking. We just get a big charge out of each other, no matter what we're doing," said Linda, realizing that she felt much better all of a sudden. Somehow, that weird scene in the classroom didn't really seem to be bothering her anymore.

"Well, I'm very happy for you Linda. Listen," he said, getting up, "I'll probably see you at the game tonight, so be sure and introduce me to Steve, if it's not too inconvenient for you."

"Sure thing." And Linda did feel better for the rest of the day. She was now lecturing about the Dark Ages and Early Middle Ages, a topic fairly dear to her heart. "What emerged from the chaos of the barbarian and the ensuing break-down of long-time social organizations was a strong desire for order and solidarity in every day life. For this reason, the picture that you have of the Middle Ages as a very stable period of time with few disruptions except for religious ones, is very accurate. The stability lent itself to the purposes of the Catholic Church during those times."

She could tell that what she said was boring the daylights out of most everyone in the class, but it didn't matter to her. Just keep on hammering away and maybe some of it will stay in those little featherbrains, she thought, in between the teasing, especially those girls who showed up to school in tight jeans or even spandex pants and the inevitable string bikini panties. They looked like hookers, she thought, except for their faces not having enough makeup. No wonder some of the boys didn't seem to know quite what to make of them. She had become adept at spotting the bulges within people's pants as a way of gauging whether he would be capable of answering her question in front of the class.

She was glad that Pam and Gary had apparently cleaned up their mess in the classroom, except for a grayish round blot on the acoustical tile ceiling. She had also more or less ceased to be tormented by the idea of having watched them paw at each other, having told herself now that it was pure curiosity over an obviously bizarre situation that had kept her interest for that long.

There was a faculty meeting after school that day which kept her there much longer than she'd expected. She kept calling home once 4:30 p.m. rolled around, but apparently Steve had not gotten home yet. Several speakers went on and on about the need for the Marley High School faculty to bargain collectively to avoid the inevitable staff cutbacks that would come as soon as the district administration could find an excuse for implementing them.

Linda tried to be interested, since she was years away from getting tenure, which would have given her security of employment. But her mind kept drifting off to Steve and how much he wanted to tell him – in her own special way – how much she loved him. God, he was such a fox! She never really told that to him, because it sounded so gross, but she often thought it, as sort of an excursion into feeling guilty and sinful. Then she assured herself it was perfectly harmless.

As soon as the meeting was over, she dashed home in her car, looking forward to knocking down a drink or two with him before they'd leave for the football game. She'd get him in the mood tonight… she'd go without wearing any underwear tonight and then tell him about it during the middle of the game and watch him kind of squirm. She'd blow in his ear a couple of times, which just drove him out of his mind.

But he wasn't home when she got there. He had left a short note on the note pad. "Honey – I had to go see a client. It's sort of an emergency. I'll meet you at the game. Love, Steve."

Linda smiled over this. He was so nice, and she wanted nothing more than to tell him that right now. Where in the world could he be? Then an inspiration hit her that seemed like a flash of genius.

She looked very closely at the note pad that Steve had used and noticed that there seemed to have a few numbers on it, like a telephone number, just as she'd thought might happen. How could she make it out, she wondered. Maybe if I darken the area around the numbers so they stand out a little bit…

She got a pencil and stroked the lead very lightly over the indentations the numbers had made in the paper. And in a few moments, the numbers appeared, white against the now gray background. It was 578-6439. Interesting, she thought. I think that's a local call.

Well, Steve certainly won't mind my calling him just to say that I love him. I wonder who might pick up the phone, she thought as she dialed. It rang five times and Linda was about to hang up when it finally got picked up, although she had to wait a few more seconds before the voice finally came onto the line.

"Hello," said a familiar voice. For a second, Linda didn't know who this was, then it hit her. It was Rosemary O'Neill on the line.

"Hello. Who is this?" said Rosemary, sounding very annoyed. Linda came to her senses and quickly slammed down the receiver, too stunned to have any idea what to do about the notion that her husband was apparently making love to Rosemary O'Neill, that horrible vampire of a woman.

Linda sat silently for the next several minutes and prayed that no one would call back from the O'Neill house. It was too much to take, just the idea of her husband being unfaithful, without having to confront the principals in this sordid little drama.

She finally got up and poured herself a strong drink – whiskey straight. All right, what do I do now, she asked herself after tossing that down in a gulp. So she had another drink.

Good God. The very idea of Steve having an affair was awful, but to be doing it with Rosemary O'Neill, that animalistic bitch, turned Linda's soul to ice. She had another drink and then sat down.

Linda was a fairly optimistic person and even in the darkest kinds of situations, this optimism eventually worked its way through to the surface. So she finally realized, after thinking back on just how much Steve turned her on, that it could be that Steve was over at Rosemary's house strictly on business. Maybe Rosemary knew something about microcomputers that Steve needed to know.

So how would she find out? Well, maybe if she just drove by Rosemary's house and checked to see if there were any lights on in the living room. Yeah. If the lights were on, they'd probably just be talking. But if the lights were off, then she'd know…

She changed her clothes in a flash to make sure she'd be warm enough for the football game. Then she drank some instant coffee to be sure that she'd be able to drive without getting arrested.

She really wanted with all her soul for Steve not to be doing anything besides having a chat with Rosemary. The very idea of him doing anything else with that horrible creature made her cringe. So she squealed with delight when she arrived at the O'Neill house a few minutes later and saw that the living room light was very much on. Steve's car was out front, so it wasn't as if he'd gone to any elaborate precautions to conceal his visit to Rosemary.

Well, she thought with a sigh of contentment as she stopped the car, I feel much better. Yet she knew she was only fooling herself.

OK, so I think that he is inside that house doing you-know-what with you-know-who. What am I going to do about it? Christ, I wish I'd brought along some more whiskey or something like that. Well, she finally thought after a few minutes of contemplation, there's only one sure way to find this out. Do I want to believe Steve will tell me the truth?

No way, a voice screamed inside her head. Go for it, the same voice jelled. You'll never find out any other way. You know you want to.

So she opened the car door inch by inch so it wouldn't squeak and slipped out of the car. She padded up the sidewalk and on to the front lawn with a feline grace and agility, and the same sort of cold blooded purpose that a cat might have in stalking a prey. Curiosity and an icy hatred of Rosemary O'Neill throbbed in her mind. She had already decided that if Steve was doing something with Rosemary, she'd somehow find a way to forgive him, as if he could not have helped himself. She knew that Rosemary could probably get anything she wanted from anyone because she would stop at nothing to get it. She had seen that in her eyes – cold and reptilian.

Now she was almost to the window of the living room and still she saw nothing. A wave of relief crashed over her. Thank God, her heart sang. But her curiosity made her take the few final steps she needed to reach the living room window. And now, she stopped walking.

Steve and Rosemary were rolling on the floor, pawing frantically at each other. Both still had their clothes on, but Rosemary's breasts bobbed out now from above her tube top, so tight it looked painted onto her succulent torso. Steve's muscular arms stretched around Rosemary's delicate features, his lips parting slightly to receive her tongue, which plunged forcefully into his mouth, while tearing off her tube top and allowing her heavily ripened breasts to sway like fruit ready to be plucked. Steve's hands roamed unceasingly up and down her back, now paying special attention to the round, protruding globes of her pliantly soft and smooth buttocks as he cupped them, then pinched and massaged them. Linda could see her hard firm loins, still encased in a pair of jeans that looked like a second skin, undulate counteringly as she began to slide the center of her womanhood up and down Steve's meaty thighs.

Linda stood like someone transfixed by the devil himself. It had been enough of a blow to watch Pam and Gary go alter each other inside her classroom today, but to see her husband doing the same thing with this horrible woman made her sick with rage, with hatred and with repulsion. She'd kill Rosemary if she got half the chance.

But still she could not move. Perhaps it was hearing the moans of satisfaction that now escaped from Steve's lips. "Oh, baby, God, yes do that again… oh my… she never made me feel like this!" he groaned, then shuddered as Rosemary began massaging his raging rock-hard manliness, which was now protruding out of the top of his pants. Now Rosemary jerked down his pants in an instant and began licking the purple-veined shaft, with her hands caressing his hairy, sperm-laden balls. Now she shucked off her pants, peeling them off her tantalizing hips and thighs, and feverishly began rubbing, as Steve flexed his hips, the thick base of his steam-heated cock on the throbbing vibrant shaft of her fully awakened clitoris, which was by now swimming in a mass of wet fleecy curls, with love juice now starting to drip down her thighs and onto the thick textured carpeting.

Linda could see all of this because her gaze was riveted on Steve's pulsating meatiness and bloated testicles. She had never, ever seen them reach the size they had now, with his blood engorged member now a throbbing nine inches, easily two inches longer than what she had remembered, and his swollen eggs appearing the size of tennis balls. His skin gleamed with sweat.

"Come on baby! Go, go go, stick it in me! Give it to me! My cunt wants that cock so bad!!" Rosemary now screamed. Like lightning, Steve sank the full length of his lust-thickened shaft into her soft cleft that gaped invitingly between her legs. "God, baby, oh yes, that's it… now fuck me hard… yes, harder, harder, harder!" she moaned.

Steve's mouth opened and closed in speechless, incoherent babblings, his eyes trying to focus on this lust-driven women who moved her swollen pussy as if her very life depended on it, bucking under him like a wild horse, pistoning his skewering thickness into the clinging hot mouth of her sopping wet cunt. Steve now began slamming home his turgid stiffness all the way, with his hairy balls slapping hard against her cheeky buttocks. The force of her cunt-plumbed thrusts flattened her ass as she mewled, moaned, purred and gurgled in her throat, savoring the delicious pain.

To Linda, standing about the same 20-foot distance she had earlier in the day when she watched Pam and Gary, Steve looked as if be would spend the rest of his life exploring every luscious inch of Rosemary O'Neill. He was paying rapt attention to her firm breasts, cupping the soft, warm melons as they stood enticingly up from her chest. And still, he plunged into her like a shark going after a gallon of blood.

For Rosemary, Linda thought, someone was finally giving her enough. Though she bucked like a bronco charging out of the gate, the expression on her face told anyone who might have looked, that the overpowering propulsion she now sensed being hammered into her had finally left her satiated, almost as if a Saturn V rocket had been driven full speed into her crying, dripping cunt.

And now she came, gushing along with Steve as they strained against each other, their fingernails tearing at each other's backs and leaving long red scratch marks that were felt only as monuments to ecstasy. They bored deep and hard into each other, tilting their hips upward and upward for the maximum penetration. And they both screamed, the sound rattling off the window with the force of the unearthly banshee shrieks.

They continued pumping maniacally for what seemed like hours, but Linda could sense the energy slipping out of it as the exertion of letting what seemed like their very souls flow into each other finally began to tell on Rosemary and Steve.

Linda crept back to her car as quickly and quietly as she could. She felt shattered. She felt numb. She felt as if she could have shot Rosemary right on the spot, just as she was coming – yes, that would serve that hustling little slut right – right through the glass of the living room window, had she happened to have a gun, even though she had never fired one.

Taking care of leave quietly, Linda wheeled her auto into the street again, trying to keep from sobbing as hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she headed toward the high school football stadium.

"Oh God, how I wish I was back in Ohio!" she cried. Now the tears came out in torrents as the shame and humiliation of seeing her husband abandon himself to this evil witch, Rosemary O'Neill, overcame her.

When she reached the Marley High School parking lot, she sobbed quietly for about 15 minutes and then stopped suddenly. She was unsure why for a few seconds, then realized that it was because of an odd feeling coming over her. She felt, at least in one small corner of her, a growing sense of pride at having a husband like Steve, who could make probably any woman in the world want to ravish him. And damn it, she was going to make sure that she remained his woman instead of that person being Rosemary O'Neill.

CHAPTER SIX

The excitement of the football game engulfed Linda White in about two minutes after she arrived at the stadium after walking in from the parking lot. There was something about the cheers – silly as they may have been, like, "Hit 'em again, hit 'em again, harder, harder!" – and the colors that had always entranced her. When the Marley High junior varsity scored a touchdown on a 40-yard pass to go ahead 13-7 Linda cheered as wildly as any of the rah-rah students did.

Since the teachers rotated the ticket-taking on the basis of one team of two every half hour, Linda was able to watch the junior varsity game for most of its second quarter. The idea was that the presence of teachers in the stands would keep fist fights, drinking, making out and smoking to a minimum, and that only having to take tickets for half an hour would keep the teachers from going out of their collective minds.

The junior varsity scored another touchdown on a spectacular 30 yard end-around just before the first half and by now, Linda had just about forgotten the very odd memory of her husband and Rosemary O'Neill going after each other like two caged tigers. And she would have completely forgotten about it, at least for a while anyhow, had Jack O'Neill not decided to come up to her seat and sit next to her seat and sit next to her without so much as an introduction, as if they were the best and oldest of friends.

"Hello, Linda," he said with a stupid smile he probably thought was sexy.

"Hello," she said between clenched teeth, trying hard not to look at him.

"Now, now," he said paternally. "We mustn't act snotty or we'll get fired faster than you can count to three, if you can count that high, my dear. I thought we already had this little talk."

"Go to hell," said Linda. She had decided now she on longer cared if Jack and Rosemary O'Neill rode her out of town with tar and feathers. At least, she'd still have her self-respect.

"So that's how it's going to be, Miss Sweet Stuff. You're making a big mistake," he said in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.

"Drop dead," said Linda loudly enough for the people around her to hear.

He leaned over to whisper to her and said throatily, "You still have a lot to learn, Linda. I could teach you so much."

"Get lost," whispered Linda. Then she noticed that several people were looking at her very quizzically, as if she had possibly lost her mind.

"Excuse me, Mr. O'Neill," she said in a loud voice, "but I've got to go meet my husband. It's been so nice talking with you."

"The pleasure was all mine," he said in his most friendly tone.

She wound up having to wait around the gate entrance to the stadium for the next half hour before Steve finally showed up, minutes before he was supposed to help her take tickets to the game.

Steve gave her the big kiss and hug that he saved for special occasions and Linda kissed him back perfunctorily. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you're not too upset with me."

"A little bit. What in the world was so important that you had to run off like that?"

"Well, you want to know the truth?" he asked in his most sincere voice. Linda nodded yes. "Well, OK. I had to talk with a client whose going to pay me a lot of money if I de-bug his program. He needs it right away, so I'll have to work on it most of this weekend. It'll mean a lot of extra money to us, so I figured you'd understand. You do understand, don't you, Linda?"

Linda nodded her head again. But she was so angry that she could not talk. If only Steve had just admitted that yes, he had screwed Rosemary O'Neill and that he was sorry about it. But now he was trying to set himself up so he could go back and do the same thing again. But now Laura shed no tears, since she had cried so often in the last two days that she could hardly summon them up any longer. Instead, she began to plan how she might go about divorcing Steve. Damn it, if she'd only had a camera to shoot a picture of Steve and Rosemary O'Neill while they were rolling around on that living room floor. Then she'd be in Fat City.

It was as if Linda had finally left her childhood behind her and stopped trusting anyone but herself. All these thoughts ran through her mind as she sat at a card table with Steve and they both took tickets from high school kids. Many of them said, "Hello, Mrs. White," to Linda, which impressed Steve endlessly. "Oh well," he said to her, "I guess we won't have any real problems like they do at other schools with these games. I hear a teacher got raped at one of the games in the South Bay area a few weeks back." He was smiling as if he'd told a funny joke.

Linda couldn't take it any longer. "I've got to go to the Ladies Room, Steve," she said in a quivering voice. "I'll be back in a minute."

"You're not upset, are you Linda?" asked Steve as he stood up from his card table seat.

"Yes, I am. You men think sexual abuse is just one big joke," said Linda, her voice trembling.

"Oh, dry up," said Steve, looking annoyed that other people seemed to be taking in this discussion. If Steve hated anything, it was making a scene in public.

"Go to hell!" yelled Linda. And she turned and fled to the restroom, where she cried for a good five minutes. Men could be such horrible creatures. To run around like satyrs and then talk about rape as if it were just a scratch to the finger, just a minor annoyance.

The crying, as it usually did, made her feel a lot better. She'd better get back before someone hassled Steve, although their stretch was just about over with right now. Maybe she'd just go get a seat. She didn't really care if he found her or not.

When she walked out of the Ladies Room, she was met by a milling throng. It seemed as if everyone at the high school had decided to show up to this game, she thought, as she spotted the car-club boys, the pot heads, the scholars, and of course, the good kids who had a squeaky clean look to them. And oddly enough there were even a few of the hoody motorcycle-gang types there, the five or six burly guys who showed up at school in dirty leather jackets reading "The Blasters" and "Don't Mess With Us". Linda had gone out of her way to be friendly with them since she had three of them in one of her classes.

She stepped out gingerly, trying not to get knocked over by the surging crowd. "Hi, Mrs. White," said Pam, the cheerleader who had inside love to Gary, the football player, in her classroom earlier that day. Linda tried not to look shocked and smiled at her, then said, "You look very nice tonight, Pam."

Pam now came right up to her and asked, "Do you really think so, Mrs. White?"

Linda could tell that Pam was very serious, which surprised the dickens out of her. Pam was the kind of girl, with her long black hair and peaches and cream complexion, along with a body more appropriate for a Parisian prostitute rather than a Marley High School cheerleader, that inspired wet dreams and hiving her male classmates reduced to squirming in their chairs near the end of a class period. But Linda knew how insecure many teenagers were about how they looked, and knew that was why many of them did as a reaction was to show off their bodies even when there wasn't a need for it. So she tried to sound as sincere as possible when she answered.

"Why Pam, I think you're a very lovely girl. I wouldn't worry at all for you. You've got a real nice personality, too, so you'll do just fine."

"Thanks, Mrs. White," she said as if she'd heard this response many times. She still looked discouraged, perhaps even suicidal.

"Look," said Linda evenly, as tears began flowing out of Pam's eyes. She stifled the impulse to tell her to stop pulling down her pants for any hunk that might come walking along, like she had today during fourth period. "Pam, you've got a lot going for, you. There's nothing to worry about. It'll all work out, I'm positive."

And now she clasped her to her chest, because Pam was really crying now. "There, there," she said. "There, there. Just take it easy now."

In a few moments Pam stopped sobbing and started sniffling, so Linda felt much better. But all of a sudden she felt the oddest sensation – her nipple was getting tweaked sharply. She realized Pam was crunching her breasts with her own pair, and she could now feel Pam's nipples standing straight up like the tips on pencils. And the tweaking of her left nipple with Pam's right hand increased, sending electrical sensations into her brain that left her benumbed for a few moments. Now she saw Pam's face, all sadness dissipated from it, with I huge devilish grin, as if she had just pulled off a complicated practical joke. In a sense, that is exactly what she had done, for Linda would have never suspected that the same teenage girl who had actually made love to a football player in a classroom would now come on to a 22-year-old female history teacher.

Linda quickly regained her senses. "Stop that!!" she whispered fiercely to Pam, who seemed oblivious to everything except Linda's cantaloupes, which, very much against Linda's will, now sported rock-hard cherry-like nipples that could be easily seen through her wool sweater. Linda was very much aware that someone could easily see what Pam was doing and probably get her fired for becoming sexually involved with a student. Yet Pam had acted so quickly and inconspicuously in reaching out for Linda's breasts that no one really seemed to have noticed it at all. Pam backed off a bit and dropped her hands to her sides.

"Jesus Christ, Pam, what do you think this is?" asked Linda a voice full of incredulousness. Good God, it had been just one thing after another these last two days. She could hardly believe people acting like this, at least in the sexual way, especially with almost total strangers. "What is your problem, anyhow?"

"I want you and your body," said Pam in a low voice that only Linda could bear. "I want to make you come so hard, you'll absolutely scream."

"Why, you little slut!" she exclaimed. Fortunately, no one really looked at her, since Marley's junior varsity had just scored another touchdown in the closing seconds of their game, making the score 34-13 and the crowd roared its approval. Now she lowered her voice and said, "That's really disgusting, Pam. Now stop it!"

"But you really turn me on!" Pam purred. Now she stuck her tongue out and ran it along her lips. "Your tits are so fantastic. I think of them when I'm using my vibrator and it always makes me come."

Linda was dumb-struck, once more. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes bugged out.

"I know it seems weird to you," Pam went on, "but I know that if you tried it, you'd love it. The first time I heard about it, when one of my friends said the same things to me that I'm saying to you, I felt really disgusted. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. And I know I love it. I want to just jam my vibrator right up that little slit of yours. I'd make you come so may times…"

"That is enough, Pam," Linda said, cutting in on her. "Hasn't it ever crossed your mind that there are those of us out there who are perfectly satisfied with what we've got, just with men and not with women?"

"That's what they all say. Every single woman I've ever seduced says exactly the same thing you do. If I were you, I wouldn't put the knock on it until you've tried it. Like I said, if you try it with me, I'll give you so much, you'll be a new woman when it's over. You're just so good-looking I'm creaming in my panties right now over you. I want to suck you until you scream…"

"Shut up, Pam. You're making me absolutely sick. I think you ought to see a psychiatrist."

"That's what they all say, too. Don't worry. I can tell that you'll come around anyhow, and I've got to go show those junior varsity cheerleaders how to shake their booty for real right now. I'll catch you some time later, lover. You're gonna love it."

"I'm sure," said Linda sarcastically. "You make me want to puke."

Pam shook her head back and forth slowly. "Now, now," she said, forcing a smile but not really meaning it. "You're going to have to get punished for that. You just made a big mistake, Mrs. White."

"I'm sure," Linda repeated. "I am so sure. What are you going to do – rape me?"

Pam smiled at her with obvious pleasure. "You just gave me a great idea, Mrs. White," she said gleefully. Then she called out a couple of lines: "Barry, Stuart, get your asses over here!"

Linda had been smiling up to that instant, with a sense of having gotten the better of Pam. But all of a sudden, a blur of movement came up on her and grabbed her arms. With a sinking heart, she realized it was two of the motorcycle gang that were moving her into a door in the back of the stadium, next to where Pam and Linda had been standing and chatting.

In a flash, she realized that these two leather jacketed toughs, who looked even bigger than the football players, were going to rape her, just as she had dared Pam to do a few seconds before. "Please, let me go," she whimpered, as they dragged her into a little room where there were a few pompoms and old cheerleader sweaters – a small cement alcove, just slightly bigger than a broom closet, where the cheerleaders apparently stored their spare gear. Apparently Pam had give them a key, for one of them had messed with shutting the door once they had dragged her inside. The whole thing had happened so fast that few people, if anyone, would have seen her. And then she realized that she had just stalked off from Steve, so there was no way that he would possibly come looking for her for hours. He'd probably think she had gone home or maybe gone out to a bar.

"Please, please, please!" she now screamed. The response was a hard punch to her stomach by one of her captors. It sent her sprawling onto the concrete floor and knocked the breath out of her, so she spent the next minute gasping and choking and crying, just trying to catch her wind again and not pass out. If she pasted out, there was no telling what these animals might do with her – maybe carve their initials into her stomach, maybe slice off her breasts.

But now, Barry and Stuart had their jackets and dirty T-shirts off, revealing body-builders chests and torsos. Sweat gleamed from their pale skin. Finally, one of them spoke in a voice that sounded like gun metal: "Listen, bitch, if we hear one more peep out of you, we'll kill you. You got that? I'm not kidding about this, OK?"

"Yeah," said Linda in a quivering voice. Her stomach still ached from the punch.

"And what's more," said the other one sneeringly, "You'd better damn well enjoy it. We better hear some moaning and you'd better do a job of scratching our backs and blowing us and making us feel good. OK?"

Linda nodded her head miserably. If I had a gun right now, I'd kill these stupid idiots and then probably kill myself. I want to die, she thought.

Now the two gang members had pulled off their clothes, tossing their filthy jeans and underpants off into the corner. Both of them had huge erections, both standing up straight again their hard flat stomachs. The short hair that covered their bodies in a kind of fur, offered a stark contrast to the messy, greasy hair atop their heads, she had to admit at the immense shafts of their manhood, lancing out from their sparse pubic hair.

"Pretty little thing, ain't she, Barry?" asked the one who was apparently Stuart.

"I can dig it, Bro," said Barry, licking his lips. "She looks real tasty."

"Well, come on, bitch," said Stuart. "Let's get it on. Take those pretty little clothes off. I been dreaming about you all week."

"Wait a minute," Barry cut in. "I want her to suck me off right now."

"Good idea, Bro," said Stuart with a grin. "Bitch, get your ass over to this dude and get on your knees and show him how you suck your husband!" Horrified, but still scared of being beaten further, Linda complied. She decided that she wanted to get out of this alive. Never again, she vowed, will I ever be upset with Steve for anything he does.

In an instant, though, such thoughts were chased from her mind as Barry grabbed her by the hair and guided her face roughly into his blood-engorged member. In the back of her mind, she knew that the sense of overpowering maleness that pervaded the room was somehow fascinating her, despite the repulsion she felt. And it gave her the gem of an idea just as she started licking on the fully erect purple-veined cock in front of her.

"Why make me suffer, Barry?" she asked as nicely as she could. "I didn't mean to insult you. I like you, so maybe if we just take it slow…"

"Nice acting, baby, but it ain't gonna work," said Stuart, interrupting her. "You're gonna do exactly as we say, cunt. How do you think we feel sitting there in the class all day while you prance around in your tight little clothes and bore us with all this crap about Charlemagne and Julius Caesar and the Visigoths?"

"Well, I do the best I can. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but this is hardly the way to show it. I'd be happy to talk with you any time."

And she now gagged as Barry shoved the soft tip of his meaty thickness into her mouth as a he talked. "The only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of you sucking my cock," he said, then laughed evilly. "Now suck it hard bitch, or I'll make you really sorry!"

Damn, she thought. There was no way out of this mess! Steve would absolutely die if he knew that two teen-age punks with greasy hair were about to rape her, and probably just a few feet from where he was sitting.

Linda now closed her eyes. The humiliation, the debasement. Lord, she just couldn't go through with it. But when she refused, rolling her head from side to side to avoid touching the heated flesh with her lips, Barry grabbed her cruelly by the shoulders, digging his powerful fingers into her soft flesh until she cried out.

"Open up, you little slut!" he yelled. Then he grabbed her fluffy brown hair and yanked her head until she cried from the pain. "Now, just be a good girl and suck off Daddy and everything will be cool!"

Fear and mortification came out in a moan, but Linda did as directed, closing her succulent lips hesitantly around the spongy tip of his rock-hard shaft. Steve had never forced her to do anything this awful, she thought, but to her surprise, it didn't taste nearly as bad as she had expected. She could already taste the odd, salty flavor of the clear but creamy liquid now oozing out of the end of his cock.

There was an unmistakable tremor of excitement coming over her as she experimentally ran her tongue over the throbbing shaft. The response was immediate – a deep moan of excitement emerged from Barry's throat. "Good girl," he panted, obviously excited at the whole idea of seeing his eight inch tower of power stuffed inside the mouth of that unapproachable bitch, Mrs. White. Every day, she drove him damn near berserk as he watched her melonous breasts strain into her pretty little blouse. "Lick it all over, now cunt!" he commanded. "Lick it like an ice cream cone and open your eyes so you can see what you're doing!"

She opened her eyes and noticed that the skin of Barry's monolith was stretched so tight that it shone. The thick veins that covered it like a road map pulsed madly against the white skin. And a few inches away was two huge hairy testicles, each heavy with the raging sperm that boiled within, eager to get out.

She now felt a strange pleasure that she had not really felt in any other of the sexual escapades of the last two days, for these teenage punks were making no effort to stimulate her at all. There was something so very different in the sexual energy here, as if three animals from a different planet had somehow gotten together in this dank little concrete room under a football stadium. Deep in her smoothly muscled belly, she could feel a new sensation, a burning, churning heat, coursing its way from the center of her womanhood throughout her body. Rape, she whispered to herself, and the word somehow made her just tingle all over. The very perversity of what she was being forced to do, the novelty of it, made all other thoughts disappear from her mind.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Up in the stands of the football stadium, Steve White wondered where in the world his wife could be, although without too much concern. She's probably at home, sobbing her eyes out, he thought. "It's just something women have to do from time to time," he told himself, rising to cheer as the Marley High School Wolves scored the first touchdown of their ball game against Pacific Heights. "Maybe it's that time of month or something like that."

Perhaps 20 feet from where he sat was his wife, in the middle of being raped by two members of the Marley High School motorcycle gang, The Blasters. Barry trembled as Steve's wife had her tongue slave over his eight-inch hardness and gasped, "OK, baby, now enough of this playing around. I want you to really suck it!"

Obediently, Linda slipped her soft lips over the naked shiny head of the steel-hard shaft, as Stuart stood right next to Linda's head and stroked his meaty erection furiously. And now, Barry groaned and flicked his strong hips forward, sliding the full steamy eight inches into the warm wet cavern of Linda's mouth and down the length of her velvety tongue until the spongy cock head slammed brutally against the back of her throat. She gagged in panic, but forced herself to remain still. She continued moving her tongue nibbling very lightly at the sides of his manhood with her teeth.

"Aaaagghh," the rapist moaned throatily. "Yes, suck it, suck it harder, baby! Make me come, honey." And now his jaw dropped and his head tilted back in ecstasy. Yes, older women really knew what was happening when it came to sex, he thought in an instant before his mind went blank again to all but the pleasures of watching this high-tone prissy Mrs. White bring him off.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking his meaty thickness into her mouth as if it were a cunt. Linda tried as best she could to suck on the purple-veined monster, but could barely catch her breath before it was rammed into her again. It was terrifying, but at the same time, somehow exhilarating. It was as if being forced to do this and not having any control over it removed whatever guilt she might have normally felt for having gotten into this situation. Had she concentrated on nothing but the brutality of what was going on, she might have screamed, but tried to keep her mind off that and instead find it interesting that this pulsating hunk of male meat kept swooshing into her.

Barry began moving into her harder and harder. He saw her eyes begin to water and thought, "Good! Let's see her suffer a bit for a change!" Now he threw back his head all the way as he felt his abdominal muscles go stiff. "Suck it harder!" he screamed and she complied.

And now he came, with a burning, volcanic explosion, with great, booming spurts of white hot sticky come pouring down Linda's throat as she valiantly tried to swallow it and keep breathing. "Oh, shit, that feels so fine, yeah… you little slut, you do suck good. Oooo, yeah," he moaned after pumping his viscous male sperm into her for almost a full minute.

Barry fell back on the floor in a heap, but Stuart was in a lather, just aching to make this untouchable little history teacher make him come the way Barry just had. He decided that he would top Barry, however, by coming inside her little cunt, rather than just her mouth.

"Get those pants off bitch," he ordered in a low, mean growl that carried not even a trace of tenderness to it. "I want to get a load of your little cunt, baby. I want you to beg me for it, bitch!"

"Go to hell," Linda whimpered, her throat still full of Barry's hot come.

Blam! Linda screamed as Stuart hit her right in the stomach again. Then she spent the next minute trying to get her wind back as Stuart stroked his ten-inch blue-veined stiffness frantically, with the mammoth cock somehow seeming to grow even thicker with each thrust of his greasy hand.

Linda could see his muscles rippling as he concentrated all his power into his steely hardness and she knew that if she resisted again she risked getting beaten to a bloody pulp. What a loathsome, despicable animal he was, she told herself, her mind still hazy. But she knew that if she cooperated, she might get out of this horrible place a little faster. Normally, it would have been impossible, but she didn't normally get punched in the stomach, so hard that she had almost passed out both times it happened. "I'll just pretend that it's Steve I'm with now," she told herself. Right now, she'd have given her very soul to be home, lying in bed with her cute, little husband and saying, "I love you baby." Instead, she was cringing like a dog before its master. Small pleading sounds that she tried to stifle came up from her throat.

Stuart had now stopped readying his veiny stiffness and now it throbbed against his hairy belly with each of his heartbeats. He grinned malevolently at Linda, still swearing on the floor, then said to Barry, who was lounging in one of the chairs in the room, "Watch this."

Turning to Linda, he said in a calm voice, "Now, Mrs. White. You're going to learn something for a change. You're going to find out what it does to a guy when he can't get any pussy from any of the broads in school. Then you talk about these barbarians coming in and raping people… don't you understand? Boys like me and Barry here, we get all hot and bothered when you talk about things like that. We get tired of beating off every day. So now we're gonna do something about it. Now, like I said, I want you to beg me for it I want you to beg to get fucked by me!"

Linda could only stare for an instant and Stuart immediately slapped her so hard that she screamed out in pain and quickly cried to him, "Fuck me, please. Do anything, just don't hit me. Please don't hurt me!"

"That's not good enough, you little bitch," he growled. "You got to sound like you mean it, like you're dying for it. You got that?"

Linda was choking back her sobs, and now she forced herself to smile. "I'm sorry," she whispered, blinking back a tear. "I really do like you, Stuart. I hope you know that no matter what happens, you'll always think of me as your friend. I really mean that, and I hope you feel the same way."

"Barry's my only friend," he said, stroking his colossal cock, one that resembled a tree trunk with two fists sticking out from beneath it. But the anger had gotten out of his voice, so Linda kept on the same tack, hoping that it would keep her from getting killed.

"You really ought to gets girlfriend, Stuart, just because you're so good looking that you're probably breaking all kinds of little hearts out there," she lied, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"What crap," said Stuart, but he again did not seem to be very angry.

"You've got a really good build and a nice smile," she said, her voice now starting to tremble ass wave of revulsion swept over her. "It's just a matter of believing that yourself. As a matter of fact, if I weren't married, I'd probably be having some serious thoughts about you. You're kind of my type – tall and good looking."

"Keep going," said Stuart quietly. His cock continued to throb.

"Come here, Stuart," she said throatily as she got on to her knees. In a moment, his cock was pressed across her face. So gross, thought Linda, but she forced herself to go on. "You are really making me horny, Stuart. I'm starting to get wet for you. And I love your cock. It's so big and beautiful, just like you."

And with that, she stuck out her tongue and licked his joy pole furiously. If she could get him to come now, maybe he wouldn't insist on putting his organ, one she was afraid might split her open, inside of her. She tried to take his spongy cock head inside her mouth, but could only get a little more than half of it in. And now she kissed and licked it furiously, thinking all the time of Steve and how she and him had really never done things like this during their brief marriage.

"Oh, I love you," she moaned out loud, silently adding the word "Steve" to the end of her exclamation. "I love your cock, it feels so good," she gasped between kisses and licks, as she now began frantically stroking the almost metallic base of his ten inches with her soft little hands. "Oh baby, you turn me on to the max yeah, you're so foxy, baby… I wanna make you come."

Those were apparently the magic words. Stuart let out a blood-curdling scream, almost like a girl's, it was so high and piercing. "Oh yes, yes!" he now yelled as white hot sperm gushed out in a flood that arched up and onto the wall, leaving great whitish splotches on it, in at least 10 different places, as Stuart pumped his hips in and out to maximize every single moment of pleasure. For the first time that Linda could ever remember, a big smile broke out on his face, even though Linda hadn't swallowed any of his sperm.

She watched his giant male member deflate like a balloon with the air going out of it and became more and more pleased as it dropped towards the floor in a few seconds. She was finally going to get out of here, she exulted. She hadn't even had to take off her clothes. Her hopes were dashed almost immediately, for Barry now had stepped in front of where she knelt. And his blue-veined manhood was again rock-hard. With a sinking heart, she knew that he wouldn't settle for the same thing she had done to him last time. She was right. "Get those clothes off right now, Mrs. White," Barry ordered. "I want to see you do a strip tease with 'em, OK? I want to be entertained."

So she tried her best even though she'd only read about strip tease dancers, and had never actually seen one. First she pulled off her boots slowly and then rubbed her legs a bit, then wigged around a bit, as both Stuart and Barry clapped their hands. "Yeah, get it on, teach!" Barry yelled as she slowly pulled off her jacket and swung it around like she was winding up to threw a baseball.

The fear she had felt earlier was disappearing just a bit, only because she had a little bit of an area to move around in and because she forced herself to keep on thinking about Steve. Now she tossed away the coat and now she shimmied out of her sweater, an action that brought gasps of lust and the smacking of lips from Barry and Stuart. Grinding her hips round and round and closing her eyes to think of lying on the beach in her string bikini, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans as slowly as possible, feeling so emotionally drained that she somehow found what she was doing a bit amusing. I've got to make these boys feel romantic or they'll beat the daylights out of me, she reminded herself, as she slid off her jeans, snaking her hips toward Barry's face. She tossed them to him and reached back to undo her lacy baby blue brassiere as Barry whistled and started to pull on his now enormous meatiness, which now seemed even bigger than the eight inches it had reached before.

Now she ran her hands over her cherry-like nipples, which were surprisingly hard at this point and massaged them as if they were ripe tomatoes, just on the verge of bursting open if they were handled too roughly. Both the boys had become very quiet now as their eyes ran over her body with unbelieving delight. She danced unresistingly before them, now starting to take off her matching baby blue panties, the string bikini model, showing the fleecy brown curls in between the firm, trim thighs and the generously curved buttocks, which flared out breathtakingly from her narrow waist. And her breasts… Christ, they were fine, even better than what the boys had imagined during all those long hours in history class, listening to Linda talk about kings, caesars, the Catholic Church and the Moors. Now they jiggled constantly like puppets on strings, so firm they were. And now Linda slid her panties off and tossed them gently to Barry, who seemed to her to be less of an animal that Stuart. Forgive me, Steve, I'm just trying to survive, she prayed silently.

She was wrong about Barry. He was just as insensitive as his friend, for rather than letting Linda sashay all the way up to him and sit on his lap, then play with his throbbing cock, he jumped up and literally tackled her as the Marley High School free safety might do in trying to stop a sweep around the strong side of the line.

As before, the force of this blow knocked the wind out of her and she lay gasping to catch her breath on the floor with an aching head and ribs coming from being slammed into the wall. Her mind was blank except for one idea – submit. Submit or die. Now she was stretched unmoving across the floor unable and not caring to stir her pain-wracked body. She couldn't even think of Steve, could not summon up his image, any longer. She just hoped it would be over as soon as possible.

"Hey, Barry," she now dimly heard Stuart say. "Don't wear her out too bad. I want her to have at least a little energy left when you get done with her."

"Don't worry, Bro," came the reply. "This is a red hot lady, at least once I get her going."

She felt like she was being discussed as people would talk about a trained seal. She shivered as she felt a body dropping against her naked back. Powerful hands now forced her knees and thighs apart. She thought for an instant about trying to clamp them together, but all the spark had been drained from her spirit. Now she whimpered quietly as she sensed the rubbery hotness of Barry's throbbing organ pressing into her thigh, just below her vaginal cleft, which remained hypersensitive. Barry wiggled his heavy weapon, ready to fire, along the soft crevice of her buttocks, as tears of humiliation now flowed from her eyes. He was going to take her from the back, she realized, like an animal would. His hands quickly lifted her from the hips. She was just a hunk of flesh for these rapists.

He jabbed away for a while at the warm valley of her buttocks, grinding and squeezing the trembling flesh to form a hot tight pocket around his blood heavy member. Wincing, Linda readied herself for the worst, expecting to feel the punch of his monstrous cock into her puckered anus. The pain would make her scream, she knew.

But all of a sudden, Barry moved himself away. What in the world, she thought for just an instant until she felt his fingers sliding into the swollen folds of tissue that both boys had neglected up until now. Yet she could tell Barry was no novice, the stroking with his fingertips carried with it a sense of authority that could not have come from any place except experience. They both became aware of the moisture forming on the soft downy hairs between her legs. And, almost involuntarily, she let her legs slip apart, wider and wider.

Despite her fear and anguish over what had happened in the little room, she could not deny the searing hotness that now licked at her bowels. Electric arcs of glorious sensation shot from her now sizzling cleft, following the paths taken by Barry's teasing fingers, which drove her to a place of abandoning all sense except that one of waiting for Barry to mount her and pump into her. She tried to pray again, but lost the motivation as her will became weaker by the second. Part of her was finding a bizarre sense of enjoyment from being raped and there was nothing she could do about it. I guess that part of me is going to hell, she thought, as Barry slid his skewering thickness into her waiting cuntal walls.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The scream of an ambulance made Linda jerk her head up. She snapped her neck a bit as she heard the siren and the pain from it began to wake her up. Slowly she opened her eyes and wondered where she was.

She was still in the cheerleaders locker room! Good Lord, those rapists must have done something awful… then it slowly came back to her.

The shock of receiving Barry's brutal thrusting into her vagina had made her pass out. Stuart apparently had woken her up by slapping her face, then Barry had gotten in an argument with him about what they should do with her. "She's not gonna be able to take anything unless we get her relaxed. You're gonna have to give her some reds to make her feel good and mellow," he had said.

Stuart argued back that he just wanted to fuck the teacher, and if she passed out, well, he'd just punch her a good one. But his heart wasn't really in the argument, and he relented fairly quickly and got out about 10 little white capsules from the pocket of his jeans.

"Swallow these, baby," he said. Linda looked at him groggily and received yet another slap in the face. "Jesus Christ, lady, what the hell is your problem anyhow," he yelled as Linda fell back onto her back in pain. Fine, fine, she thought. If these will relax me fine. She'd never taken drugs of any kind before, which was why she'd hesitated.

She'd closed her eyes, the thinking being that Barry and Stuart wanted her to act relaxed. And it seemed to work, because she heard no complaints, just another discussion about where they could get hold of a gun, preferably a rifle, as soon as possible.

"I wanna blow that guy away."

"Yeah, but I think they have guns. That's what Max said that they have.22s."

"I don't care."

"Maybe we should shoot a couple of teachers instead. Yeah, why not?"

"I can dig it, Bro."

Make it go away she thought when she heard that. And the drugs had, apparently taken hold at that point, for the, "I can dig it, Bro," sentence was the last thing she remembered hearing from anyone until she heard the siren.

The clock on the wall said 2:20. She had no idea if it was now early Saturday morning or the middle of Saturday afternoon or even sometime Sunday. Her whole body felt like cotton right now.

At least the punks hadn't taken her clothes, she thought groggily as she began pulling on her clothes. The period of enforced sleep had taken away some of the anger and humiliation she had felt over being raped.

Good Lord, Steve will have the cops out looking for me! Now she was dressed and hoping that she could get out of the door. It opened right away, and she saw that it was still the middle of the night with football confetti and other game trash still on the ground. She surmised that the janitors hadn't bothered yet to clean up, since they'd obviously do it in the morning. She also figured out why no one had come in the cheerleaders' locker room while she was sleeping for the last five hours or so. It was apparently one of the kind of doors that locks from the inside. Christ, what rotten luck, she thought. If she'd have gotten out of there sooner, the cops might have stood a decent chance of tracking down and, later on, getting her rapists thrown into the clink. But since she'd been asleep for the last five or six hours, no one would believe that she'd been drugged.

She dragged herself out of the locker room and started walking slowly through the deserted stadium grounds. Fortunately, the punks hadn't sliced her throat, she thought. What a stupid way to die! She promised herself that she'd be nice enough to people to never get in this kind of mess again. At least they hadn't ripped off her purse, she thought as she began walking toward the parking lot to get into her car.

But now she heard a low whimpering sound like a wounded animal might make. It came from several hundred feet away from somewhere in the dense Southern California fog. What in the world now?

She thought for an instant she heard an even slighter sound coming from the general area of the football field, from which she was about 500 feet distant. It sounded almost like the rustling of leaves. Then there was silence once more. After a minute of trying to listen, she turned and began walking away. It was probably snow or something like that.

She was almost to the parking lot next to the stadium when she heard the same whimpering sound again. Only this time there was no doubt that it was a human sound. It gave her the feeling that someone was hurting very badly, perhaps dying out there. She peered off towards the football field, but the fog was so thick that she could barely make out the outline of one of the sets of goalposts. And now she wrestled with her feelings – on the one hand, thinking that someone might be pulling a ruse to lure someone like her out where she could be attacked, and on the other hand, worrying that someone might be on the verge of losing his or her life, were she to walk away.

She thought for almost a minute and then heard a piercing cry that was somehow familiar, though she did not know how. Well, she told herself philosophically, even if I get attacked and killed, at least I'll have a clear conscience and stand a chance of going to heaven instead of hell. So she began walking slowly toward the football field, slowly enough so that she was hardly making any noise.

After what had happened tonight, it was almost as if she had gone beyond fear. Normally, the idea of walking around on a football field in the dead of a foggy night was something she would have never done, but the combination of pain, humiliation and a slight exhilaration over having survived the experience had somehow gotten her past those old feelings and apprehensions. She felt almost like a new person, willing to shed what had been a sort of mousey side of her character. The only real daring stuff she had ever done was to wear a couple of revealing clothes, and that was something she had strictly limited to trying to get Steve as aroused as possible.

Now, even thinking of Steve didn't produce much of an impact. She was still feeling some anger, she discovered, at having discovered him with Rosemary O'Neill. From now on, she'd stop doing things just to please him. It was time to start being an adult, now that she'd discovered that with something like getting raped, there was no way to have anyone really share the pain and humiliation. You suffered alone.

She kept on walking until she was about 100 feet from the goal posts, then stopped when she heard the whimpering sound again. She looked out at the center of the football field and spotted what looked like someone sitting out there and moving slowly up and down.

Then she heard one more whimper and knew what was going on. It was Pam the cheerleader out there with some guy! Now Linda walked in a few more steps, just to make sure that Pam wasn't being attacked.

She got the answer to that question almost immediately, because of the fog, which seemed to carry the sound awfully well. First Pam moaned throatily, then she gasped, "Oh Gary, give it to me hard. Come on, stud… make me come, baby. Harder, harder, oh yes, yeah!!!"

It was the same guy who'd been in her classroom with Pam less than 24 hours ago. Good God, didn't these kids think about anything except sex, wondered Linda disgustedly. She could now see Pam slowly shucking off her cheerleader sweater and even from almost 100 yards away, she could spot her bounteous breasts curving out invitingly from her chest. In a few more minutes, she heard a zipper being pulled down and saw, just barely what looked like a Coke bottle pop up from Gary's midsection. In an instant, Pam's head covered that shape and now slurping sounds, along with an occasional sigh from Gary filtered over toward where Linda stood.

She really should leave and maybe even call the police this time since Pam had apparently ordered Barry and Stuart to rape her. But she couldn't really blame Pam for it, since it probably wasn't Pam's idea that she actually get raped, just a little scared. And there was something compelling about the idea of being able to watch someone else make love, just as she had outside her classroom, only this time, she no longer had to worry about someone else coming along and forcing her to look away.

Now she heard Gary's low growl, so full of lust that it made goosebumps break out all over her. "Oh, baby, suck it. Suck it good. That's the way, but I don't want any more of that licking crap. Suck it! Make me come, dammit! Oh yeah, that's it… yeah harder, bitch, yeah, oh yeah, I'm cum… I'm cuummminnng, ohhh shit… ooo, yeah, you did it good, baby."

"I love you Gary," came the reply and Linda quivered as more goosebumps hit her.

"I love you, bitch," Gary said tenderly. "It's not just how you suck, either."

"I love your cock baby. I can't get enough of it. I'm addicted to it," said Pam huskily. "Put your hand down there… Doesn't that feel mellow? Oh yeah, stroke it, baby, yeah, oh that's nice."

The fog had gotten even thicker, so Linda could barely make out which figure belonged to who any longer. And all she could hear was an occasional whimper from Pam and bits and pieces of her heavy breathing. She was debating whether or not to move closer, telling herself that it certainly wouldn't be harming anyone, but thinking she ought to try and get her mind off of sex for a change. Then she heard the sounds of the lovers stop immediately and then she somehow felt as if they were looking in her direction. Just as a cat would, she froze completely, not even breathing.

"What's going on?" she heard Gary ask.

"Shhhh," Pam replied. Silence followed. Linda's legs began to cramp up from the effort of standing still for what must have been at least two minutes.

"I don't see anything," Gary's voice finally boomed out over the field.

"I could swear that I saw something down by the goal posts, Gary," Pam said.

"Ahhh, you're just paranoid. Come here. I'll make you feel good. I'll make you even wetter, OK?" said Gary playfully. It apparently did the trick, for Pam now replied teasingly, "Oh, you filthy little boy, what are you doing to me? Oh, I'm getting wet down there. Let me feel that cock of yours. Oh, yeah. I just love it to death, to the absolute max."

Without turning around, Linda began walking away, her eyes still on the figures in the middle of the field. For 50 steps, she merely stuck one of her feet about a foot back, then moved the other foot back the same distance. Then she'd repeat the process.

As she did, it looked to her as if Pam had managed to get Gary's pants off, although she couldn't be sure any longer. She also heard her say, "Oh, you're so pretty. Get up on top of me and finish me off before I die. I want you in me. I want you in me now."

And as Pam said that, Linda could no longer see anyone and she couldn't really hear anything much any longer either. So she turned around and began walking normally once more and headed toward the parking lot. More than anything else right now, she just felt plain tired. All she really wanted was to get a whole bunch of sleep and then try to sort out all this craziness whenever she woke up again.

She got to the parking lot in a few minutes and was relieved to see that at least no one had stolen or vandalized her car, which she had half expected, given how everything else had been going recently. The feeling that she was just an ordinary, normal person ran through her mind and brought with it a great sense of relief from all this weird tension.

That sense was short-lived. She got into the car, pulled out the choke and turned the key after slipping it into the ignition switch. Nothing happened except for a faint click-click as she turned the key. "Goddam it," she whispered savagely. "Goddam it, what else can go wrong? Why the hell is all this happening to me?"

It was obvious that the battery was dead, which made no sense to her, since she'd had the car serviced earlier in the week. If the juice from the battery had been low, they certainly would have mentioned it to her then. Why pass up a good chance to sell a new battery?

Disgustedly, Linda got out of the car and raised up the hood. It looked OK underneath. No one had done anything to the engine compartment that she could spot. But curiosity got the better of her and she got the flashlight out of the trunk and gave the engine compartment a second look. And now she spotted one of the battery cables, near to where it connected to the generator, had been sliced neatly in two by what were apparently a huge set of wire cutters. It all made sense to her very quickly. Barry and Stuart obviously had done it in order to make it even harder for her to get in touch with the police. If she told the police that her battery cable had been cut and that she had been drugged, it would seem like she had made up the story in order to explain her delay in contacting the police.

It was kind of funny. She had to admit that right now she felt a sort of grudging admiration for Barry and Stuart for the intelligence they'd shown in raping someone who knew exactly who they were. There was no way that she would have been able to plan it out nearly as well.

Nevertheless, the admiration didn't last long. Since there weren't any pay telephones on the Marley High School campus – the administration said that just too many of them had been vandalized to allow them to remain – she knew that she'd have to walk a good 20 or 30 minutes in order to find spay telephone. When Marley High had been built a few years ago, the district's administration was adamant that it be placed in a location away from a business district so there wouldn't be the hassle from high school kids shoplifting from the stores during lunch hours.

Cursing the school board and the Marley High School administration, Linda got her purse out of her car and locked it up. Then she started walking across the parking lot and wondering how long it would be before she could get a tow truck to come by and pick her car up.

She had only walked about a block from the parking lot when she heard the sounds of running feet slapping against the lot's pavement, obviously, Pam and Gary getting into the van she had seen parked in the lot. Great, she thought sarcastically, that's all I need – to run into Pam and Gary once more. And with my luck, it's almost a sure thing it's going to happen.

She was right. In a few moments after the motor had been gunned up and the van had gone screeching out of the lot, she could hear it tearing down the street and headed toward her. She tried to ignore it, but to no effect.

The van screeched to a stop right next to her and Pam leaned out the window. "You sure are horny," she said. "Why don't you come in here and we'll party. We can tell you all about what you saw us doing."

CHAPTER NINE

Nothing had worked. Linda had denied up and down that she had been on the football field, but Pam had pointed out that her shoes were wet and looked like they had some fresh grass stains on them. Linda had asked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?" Pam said she wasn't a pervert, just someone who got off on watching other people. "And there's nothing wrong with that," she had said.

Linda had tried to ignore her, but then she burst out crying about getting raped. Pam and Gary were visibly taken aback and began to apologize profusely. "It's just a little game, at least that's what I thought," Pam had said. "They just go up and grab someone's nipples, one to each side at the same time. That's really horrible what they did if you're not making it up, Mrs. White."

And now she was getting a ride home in Gary's van, which was heavily carpeted in the back where she sat. She just couldn't see the point in walking home at this juncture for half an hour when she could be there in five minutes. And she was sure that Pam had not actually instructed Barry and Stuart to rape her. She was falling asleep from almost the moment she sat down in the van.

She thanked them both and they thanked her for being forgiving and letting them give her a ride home. "Let's let all this be water under the bridge, OK?" Pam had asked. "I think you're a classy kind of person, and I'm really sorry that what I did made you feel bad."

She had excused Pam and meant it too. It hadn't been her fault. And she was drifting off to sleep when Gary stopped the van abruptly in front of her house. "My God!" he'd exclaimed. "I don't believe it!"

She looked at the house and didn't have it make any particular impression on her one way or another. "What's going on, Gary?" she asked.

"My God," he exclaimed again. "Don't you realize who that silver Cadillac belongs to?"

"No," she replied.

"Whoa," said Pam. "I can't believe this. That's Jack O'Neill's car, that letch. He's always trying to feel me up. It really turns my stomach."

"Yeah, well, what in hell is he doing at your house at almost three in the morning, Mrs. White? Not that it's any of my business of course…" said Gary, then he stopped as he saw the look of horror on Linda's face.

Now she giggled just a bit, sort of what one might hear from someone in an insane asylum who'd just bitten the head off a frog. It was a self-mocking laugh, full of bitterness. She smiled as sweetly as she could and then got out of the van. She said to Gary in a very calm voice, "Just wait here a second, Gary. This won't take long."

And it didn't. What she found really came as no surprise, at least down in her heart of hearts. She stopped about 10 feet in front of the living room window and knew immediately what those barely lit shapes were.

As best as she could make out, Rosemary was on the bottom, writhing about like a snake in heat. Her legs were split out so far that they almost formed a straight line, the better to receive the absolute maximum from Steve, who was pumping madly into her like a mechanical bucking bronco, slamming his steely cock meat into her brutally and eliciting a howl of pure pleasure from Rosemary each time. Even though she only looked a few seconds, Linda was amazed, just from an observer's standpoint, at how much noise Rosemary could make while giving Jack O'Neill's throbbing thickness a thorough licking and sucking, like a hungry babe trying to eat a drippy ice cone.

"Fuck me, baby!!!" Rosemary ordered Steve. "Fuck me until the blood runs out my ears. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. Prove to me that you're a man!" And now she began moaning in a high-pitched whine that sounded very much like a cat ready to scratch out someone's eyeballs.

Steve's eyes were clenched tightly shut and his whole body was lathered in heat from the exertion as he pumped as if to drive Rosemary's sopping, crying cunt all the way through her body and up into her throat. And Jack O'Neill kept a look of serenity on his face as if he had been in this situation countless times, as if this were his natural state, rather than being in a coat and tie in the principal's office at Marley High School. He barely moved even though his wife was moving her mouth all over his hunk of steel and gurgling like a person about to die right there.

Linda walked back to the van slowly. Well, what now? Somehow, she just couldn't handle the idea of busting in on the gleesome threesome, especially since all they'd do would be to force her to do something again. She'd had enough of being forced to do things, she knew for sure. What she needed now was a little time to think.

"You OK, baby," asked Pam as Linda got into the van. Linda shock her head slowly, but said nothing. Pam climbed into the back and sat down next to her, then put her arm around her. It was obvious to both the teen-agers what Linda had seen at the living room window.

"You poor thing," Pam said softly, "I'm really sorry," said Gary quickly. "Why don't you come over to my place and we'll have something to eat?"

Linda nodded her head miserably. She felt like her whole world was coming apart. Was she the only one left who wasn't so absolutely sex-crazed that it was the only thing in life that seemed to matter? All she'd really wanted was just to go to sleep and forget everything for awhile and now she'd been denied even that.

"I just want to get some sleep," she told Pam and Gary, as the van moved away from her house.

"Maybe you can just take me to a motel somewhere, if that's not too much trouble. Is that OK?"

"Sure," said Gary. "But you'd be able to get to sleep much faster if you just crash on my couch for awhile. It'll take us a good half hour to get to any motel from hers and you might not even find one open this time of night. You can just crash and I'll take you home whenever you want. It's no hassle for me."

"Oh, that's too much trouble," Linda said, "it's more trouble for me, actually, if you go to a motel. Don't worry – my folks aren't home."

Pam squeezed her gently on the shoulder and said, "Come on, Linda. Well take good care of you. I promise not to do anything weird."

Linda nodded her head and quietly felt asleep in Pam's arms. She awoke as Gary stopped the car and felt oddly relaxed without realizing that her face was being cradled across Pam's melonous breasts. In the instant before she moved her head away, she could feel Pam's nipples, hard as rocks, pressing against her cheeks. Yet she was not grossed out or even alarmed. Pam had been very open to her about being attracted to her sexually, yet she hadn't made any move in that direction since Linda had rebuffed her at the football game.

Gary served them all a beer when they got inside and the uniqueness of the situation made it impossible for her to feel sleepy. Linda and Pam began talking very frankly to each other about how difficult things could be for women, with Pam saying.

"You know, sometimes I wish that my breasts weren't as big as they are. I get hassled so much. And I got raped a few years ago and I just have a funny feeling that it never would have happened if I had just sort of been ordinary looking."

"I feel the same way," Linda told her. It was as if she were finally being honest with someone else for the first time in days and it felt wonderful, as if she didn't have to keep constant track of which lies she had told. "I like to wear stuff that shows off my body just for the hell of it, but I don't because of all the hassle. Like when I go to the beach, I like to wear a string bikini – and mine is really tiny, by the way – and I don't dare do it if I'm not just with my husband but literally hanging on his arm all the time."

"I'm really sorry about your husband and the O'Neill's," Pam said. "If there's anything I can do to help you out, just let me know."

Gary left the room, saying that he had to go to the bathroom.

Both women were silent for a few seconds. Then Linda decided – she wanted to get back. She wanted revenge. She'd submitted to everyone else's whims for the last couple of days and she had been wondering in the back of her mind if Pam was as truly turned on and horny about her as she'd claimed to be.

Well, there was one way to find out for sure. Linda's face flushed a bright crimson as she started to get up out of her chair and head across the room toward Pam. She was scared out of her mind – what if she rejects me, what if she and Gary decided to slap me around, what if she was just kidding earlier?

But as she came toward Pam, she could tell by looking in her eyes that her offer of sisterly love would not be refused. Pam's mouth opened slightly and she leaned her whole body forward and stood up to receive Linda. They met in a soft embrace and thrust their tongues deep into each other's mouths.

As she kissed Pam, Linda's eyes roved curiously over Pam's full, well-rounded body. The next few seconds passed in a haze and when Linda regained control of her senses, it was to find her fingers fumbling with the cheerleader's sweater in an attempt to pull it over Pam's head so she could have those marvelous breasts right on her skin.

Pam stepped back and gently pulled the garment away from her shivering shoulders. The bounteous swell of her large milky breasts overflowed the cups of her lacy brassiere, and her waist narrowed to a trim curve above her full well-proportioned hips, still covered by her cheerleader skirt, and slender thighs. Linda gazed admiringly at the well-tanned flesh, with marble-white little patches where Pam had obviously worn her string bikini – even smaller than Linda's, at least in the breasts, where the tan lines had covered her now rock-hard nipples and not much else. And it occurred to Linda that even though she was probably five or six years older than Pam, there really wasn't much difference in how they looked. A quiver of excitement rolled over her body as she realized, with Pam seductively taking off her skirt now, that this was going to be a little bit like making love to a twin.

Pam now was down to a pair of miniscule orange bikini panties, a pair that showed Linda the continuation of the same enticing tan lines. By now, Linda could not feel any will to resist being totally dissipated, except for a little part of her that felt a little guilty over all the pleasure she felt in all this new sensation. Despite this, a searing hot flame was now licking at her bowels. Pinpricks of glorious sensation danced under her now burning skin and she began to undress frantically. Normally fastidious to a fault, Linda was now throwing off her clothes without a care as to where they landed.

In a flash, Pam was right next to her, her little hands exploring the milky orbs that jutted proudly from Linda's breasts like two ripe cantaloupes. If Pam's breasts could be said to be softballs, then Linda's would definitely have to be classified as melons and Pam was fascinated by Linda's set. She was tentatively touching the gleaming skin and fingering the cherry-sized nipples, which sent arcs of electrical sensation coursing through Linda's already tense and shivering frame, almost as if she were ready to explode, like a volcano about to erupt.

And then she did erupt, quite unexpectedly, for the first time in her life. Normally, she would know when the build up to the release from an orgasm would come – and she had had the opportunity to sort of brace herself for it. Now, however, it hit her like a ton of bricks, a sledgehammer driving into her cuntal walls. And she had merely been undressed for a few seconds, with Pam's fingers driving her absolutely wild, like an animal who only knew that physical pleasure would be all that it ever wanted from the world – that and nothing more.

She was standing up and jerking her hips spasmodically as wave after wave of sensation throbbed out from her vibrating cleft. Hot, steaming love juice poured down the insides of her thighs as Pam furiously massaged Linda's breasts, which had expanded to a size beyond what she'd ever felt before, as if her actions were a humble homage to their dramatic succulence. The arousal that had blotted out all else from Linda's brain now and moved her to the kind of satisfaction one feels when one has succeeded at doing something that took a large measure of bravery.

She still felt the peak of excitement roll, on, although her crying cunt had stopped its almost angry clenching. She stared boldly into Pam's face to see what kind of effect her grabbing Pam's breasts in return would have. To her utter delight, she watched Pam's eyes close in ecstasy, as beneath her busy fingers, the soft flesh contracted and hardened into tight little rosebuds at the nipples.

Linda's mind soared with joy at her miraculous power to control another woman's body. She slipped her hands delicately back to the clasp of Pam's brassiere and unhooked it after several tries, her clumsiness brought on by the flaming desire that ate at her guts like a piranha. She had to have this nymphet get as worked up over her as she had gotten about Pam, for she still felt just a little odd about what she was doing. If Pam were to be pushed to the heights of ecstasy that Linda had already reached, it would somehow validate Linda having taken this horrible chance. She knew that she was risking a great deal, actually, since these two kids could have cooked up some elaborate scheme to get her fired from her job and disgrace her.

But she was wrong. Pam's ragged breathing egged Linda on as she hooked her thumbs into the tiny panties and slowly slid them down her smooth trim legs. A heavy sigh heaved from her chest as she now crouched on the floor and wound her arms around Pam's legs, slowly running her soft palms and polished fingernails up the insides of Pam's thighs. Above her, Pam trembled and groaned and finally spoke, "Yeah, you are so hot. Oh, Linda, you turn me on to the max…"

Something in Pam's voice made Linda stop her stroking. An agony of conflicting emotions washed over her as she wondered whether or not she would ever be able to run back, whether she'd ever want to have a man again. Maybe what she wanted now was a man, not a woman!

"Please dear, I'd better stop!" she gasped at Pam. "Maybe I did the wrong thing coming here. I really can't take anymore of this."

Pam answered with a smug grin. She simply moved her soft hands downward until they grazed the soft sparse hairs that framed Linda's sopping pussy. Linda realized that something happened to her tonight, something that snapped all memories and inhibitions. Though her mind counseled her to hold back, she could not calm her body down. Every inch of her flesh was burning with need, screaming for release.

She knew she wasn't a lesbian, but her self-control had just about disappeared. Pam's touch was driving her up the wall. She knew – and knew for a certainty, despite the waves of do's and don'ts that were flying through her mind right now – that she wanted nothing more in the world than to have this virginal looking cheerleader from Marley High School to suck long and deep on her sizzling cleft. Wild-eyed, she allowed herself to be muscled down onto the floor and now stretched her body against the smooth, warm flesh of the younger woman.

She could feel the heat radiating from Pam's ripe, firm frame, thigh against thigh, belly against hip and her full breasts crushed into Pam's ribcage, with each of her nipples jabbing wildly into her soft flesh. Slowly, Pam took Linda's face in her hands and planted a soft kiss on her full lips, so gently that it felt like a butterfly landing there. Linda was suddenly aware of Pam's tongue back in her mouth and started breathing in short gasps, knowing that she could no longer pretend that she wasn't exactly and precisely aware of what she was doing now – the absolute forbidden. The idea of doing so excited her even further. Oh, it was wonderful!! And it would serve Steve right to see her right now. She couldn't help but remember when she had first met Steve and how he used to kiss her this avidly… with the same kind of all-out passion Pam now showed.

Now Pam slipped one of her silky legs over one of Linda's upper thighs and began to rub her soaking pussy and swollen clitoris with her own thigh. Linda felt like someone had just plugged her into the electric chair, so great was the shock, but it was only the first. As Linda was still shuddering from the ecstasy of a totally new thrill, Pam moved her hands to Linda's pulsating breasts, stroking and massaging her to the point that her very soul tingled with delight.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Linda moaned, as Pam's mouth left hers and moved down to her breasts, which felt as if they had a life of their very own. Her delicate touch on the nipples now because fierce as she clamped her fingers in them and pushed them high onto her chest to ease the access for her tongue. And now she sucked on the throbbing nipples like a baby starved as Linda's body broke out into a canvas of goosebumps and she trembled with passion. She closed her eyes and felt only Pam's fingers and tongue, so thrilling and so gentle!!! And now she sucked in her breath, for she sensed Pam moving away from there and to her soft pubic curls. A moment later, she almost passed out from the pleasure of Pam sliding her middle finger into the damp crevice between her now sweaty thighs, but avoided specific contact with the blood-engorged clitoris, despite Linda's efforts to arch her back up as a sort of pleading invitation to provide the release that her whole body now ached for.

"Please baby!" Linda begged. "Do me, do me good. I need it so bad!"

Linda waited expectantly, her burning cuntal walls quivering with anticipation, as Pam slid her fingers into the tangled mass of pubic hair with an agonizing slowness. Linda couldn't take being tempted any longer. She arched up her hips again, this time getting onto her tiptoes and began grinding her throbbing clitoris into Pam's hand, finally reaching the island of relief for which she had been stretching for what had felt like an eternity, as if her whole life had been building up to this single moment. Once again, she was so totally excited so near the top of her maximum level of stipulation, that she easily roared into a shattering orgasm, her slippery pubic vee contracting spasmodically as if to spread the wonderment of pure white-hot sensation throughout every last cell of her inflamed, body.

She came and came again, blasting through to a higher level of complete lust with each moment of truth. She wanted to make it last forever, for she felt as if she was reaching into a place that might leave her so totally exhausted that she'd never be alive again.

But that tiny grain of guilt now stopped her, just as she had stripped away all other senses except for those brought on by the obviously well-learned manipulations of a high school cheerleader. She stopped her frantic thrusting and wondered why in the world she sensed that what she'd just done wasn't enough to exact the proper level of revenge on the O'Neill's and her husband. It had been nice all right – something she definitely wanted to try again – but it hadn't really done the job of making them feel a bit of the humiliation they had brought upon her recently. Let's see, she thought, as Pam relaxed on the floor, and occasionally reached over to Linda and ran her fingertips along her silken skin, usually somewhere near her still wet pussy. I need them to see this, just like I got to see them earlier.

Gary had come walking into the living room in a state of ill-concealed arousal, his steely cock so hard and big that the spongy tip peeked out of his jeans at the top. Linda guessed he had sneaked a peek in at her and Pam, rather than, say, looking at a picture of a naked model in a magazine, judging by just how he quivered now. And Linda became very analytical now and quickly decided that the only way to get revenge would, be for her and Pam to repeat their lesbian love scene – already, she was dripping love juice from between her thighs at the very idea – at her house, since there was no way anyone would come over to Gary's place at this hour of the morning, no matter how convincing the invitation sounded.

So this meant that they would have to go over to Linda's own home. And the only way to get over there now, while there was still a chance that both Steve and the O'Neill's would be there, would be to get Gary to drive them. And the only way Gary would drive would be if he was made part of the action right now, on the spot.

All this passed through her mind in an instant. So in the time it takes to blink an eye, she was next to Gary, massaging his swollen crotch, with his meaty erection threatening to burst open his pants. Already he began to buck his hips furiously, as if his aching cock were already buried deep into Pam's quivering, dripping cunt.

Pam's hands now joined Linda's and they made it possible for the two of them to come close to handling the full length and width of Gary's foot-long blood engorged member. With a practiced set of motions, Pam undid his jeans and slid them down his powerful muscular legs, then followed with slithering his miniature underpants down, revealing the throbbing blue-veined stiffness free to pulsate against his hard hairy belly.

Linda gasped in amazement as she ran her smooth little hands along the vibrating rock-hard shaft, almost thinking for a second that this huge hardness was somehow some kind of creature from outer space. Soon, though, Gary's moans brought her back to reality, along with his wagging of his hips, as if he needed to levitate not his body but his soul off the floor. His breath now came in tortured gasps as the women beat a tattoo on his quivering thickness and he began arching his back to try to put every millimeter of his body into securing the release of the sweet, hot semen that begged to burn its way right out of his bloated testicles if it weren't allowed to spurt out in the next instant.

With a massive moan, Gary threw back his head so far that it hung down to his knees, so now his turgid stiffness pushed up even further. And now, like a giant firecracker, it exploded with a giant gush that shot up to the ceiling, then another and then still another, as he screamed in exquisite pleasure, gyrating his hips to force out the maximum amount of boiling creamy sperm. And after the first shocks, his still thundering cock spurted out white-hot love juice in quarts so it ran down his thighs and calves, where Pam and Linda eagerly lapped it up like a couple of kittens going after milk. It was a first for Linda and the sense of doing something that she had felt was absolutely the essence of depravity made her feel wonderfully bold and more than willing to carry out her plans for revenge. It was deliciously wicked! Maybe she'd even include Gary in the little act of Sapphic love she had in mind for a special showing real soon at her own living room. She'd show them that she didn't need anyone else but herself to live her life for her – that she didn't need the parody of people deciding that they'd "excite" her by abusing her body against her will. Or a husband who'd give in to the first little whore that would come prancing by his nose. If they were going to treat her without any kind of respect, she'd have to find a way to embarrass them. And now she had one.

CHAPTER TEN

It hadn't been easy. "Linda, I want to keep on getting you and Gary off! I'm so horny right now that I want to die," Pam had screamed. And Gary had told her, "Linda, I really want to make you come, cause I think I could make you scream so bad. I want you to the max!!"

But she had told them how exciting it would be to do it in front of her husband and the O'Neill's. "You guys make me so horny," she told Pam and Gary, "that I want to have the best sex I can and this is the best way I can think of. Besides, I want to get back at my husband for messing around, especially with the wife of my boss. Now, I think he did a really crappy thing, and I don't think I should act as if it's no big deal, know what I mean? So I need your help."

They relented at last, but only after exacting a promise from Linda that they'd get to have her come back and do a three-way scene with them. Linda wasn't quite sure if that would be her cup of tea later on, but the idea of doing it in front of her husband and the O'Neill's excited her so that she readily agreed to come back several times for several sessions.

So they got dressed and piled into Gary's van. Pam and Linda sat in the back seat by Linda's design. She knew that she'd have to be more than just a little worked up to go blasting in the front door and start making lesbian love with a high school student, followed with a bit of three-way action with a high school football player.

So she began rubbing her hands all over Pam's body, which was still clad in the pert little cheerleader's outfit. Pam responded like a tigress in heat, stroking her legs and thighs and pubic vee so quickly that Linda felt herself reach yet another explosion of passion and yet another volcanic blast, with her thighs quivering as if they were coiled springs, just as Gary wheeled the van up to the front of Linda and Steve White's house.

The lights were still on there, and the O'Neill's Cadillac was still parked in the driveway. Gary locked up the van while Pam and Linda got out and stood on the sidewalk, both of them working their hands into each other's crotches with a frantic lust, each of them writhing and bumping in a frothing lust that was soaking each other's panty crotch.

Gary interposed himself between the two, feeling like a kettle about to blow it a lid off. But the sex wolves immediately turned their passion toward him, running their hands all over his taut, virile frame and bringing his raging thickness up to its full height, hard and flat against his stomach.

The trio, reeking of sexual heat and emitting the intoxicating scent of pungency from the women's boiling genitals, walked up to the living room window. Things had hardly changed since Linda had looked in less than an hour before. This time, though, Rosemary O'Neill was crouched over the figures of the two prone men, with her hands moving up and down on both of their quivering spears like twin pistons working simultaneously. Both Steve and Jack O'Neill had flung their mouths wide open, as if they were trying to bit the point of release at the same time. Both bucked their balls and arched their backs as if they were in synchronization. A drop of love juice, clear white sperm, gleamed at the tip of each of the blood engorged pieces of steely meat.

A wave of hatred passed over Linda. She clenched her teeth and hissed, "Let's go!" to her high school friends. They burst through the door, which had been left unlocked, in a few moments and said nothing.

They immediately flopped down on the floor, however, with Pam and Linda clutched together in a feverish embrace, each tearing at each other's clothes and giving a frantic squeeze to Gary's crotch every second or so. They formed a frantic ball of arms and legs, each grasping at the other, rolling around the floor in the foyer of the house.

Linda had accomplished her objective, or so she thought for a minute or so. Gary's shirt, Pam's lacy brassiere, Linda's jeans and panties all flew out of the pile as the groping became more intense and frenzied. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see clearly that Rosemary, Jack and Steve had completely stopped their little orgy and were watching with open mouths at what had just come bursting through the front door.

But not for long, however. As Linda stuck her fingers into Pam's steamy cleft, with Gary sucking voraciously on her throbbing nipples, she could now see that although the trio of voyeurs still had their mouths open in amazement, they were now doing something about it – each of them was stroking away at their crotches. "Oh, yeah!" she heard Rosemary moan. They were crouching a scant ten feet away from one another.

"Aaaii eeeeee!!" Linda yelled, as the power of her sexuality gave her an electric shot through her body – to have her three tormenters rooted to the spot and knowing that she could do this any time, any time at all, that she felt like it. Her long dark hair cascaded over her naked shoulders and one curl encircled the puckered nipple of her right breast as she sat up and looked directly at Jack, Rosemary and Steve. Her red tongue peeked through her full lips, set in a pout, and wet them and she now spread-eagled her legs. And without looking away, she said in a low even voice, "Gary, come on show these so-called men how to do it… come on and fuck me, baby… fuck me hard and make me come. Oh, I really love your big cock!"

Grasping Linda's hips, Gary jerked Linda toward him and roughly pulled on her slender legs so they were splayed even further apart. Her steaming clitoris stood up and gleamed like a string of diamonds and the moisture from her pussy juice had been so profuse that it had already left a huge spot on the carpet. With a demonical gleam in his eye, Gary grabbed his one-eyed monster and aimed it straight for Linda's hair-ringed fissure. Then he lunged forward, slamming his blood-engorged hardness directly into her and nearly knocking Linda into the wall.

But she loved it. "Ohh, yes!" she screamed, her face etched with ecstasy. She threw back her head and moaned as the sensations from the thrusts of the cock to which the swollen lips of her vagina clung need fully. The thrusts brought her blasting into an almost immediate orgasm as the force of Gary's quick moves pushed the soft fleshy folds back into her. The soaring thrill of the vibrations coursing through her body, with nothing on her mind except for Gary's marvelous cock filling every last micrometer of her cuntal walls.

For a brief moment, Linda felt a bit of guilt, but Gary kept on thrusting and brought her to the same screaming peak she had just reached. "Oh yes, Gary!" she screamed as Linda began sucking on her pulsating breasts. "Suck it, Linda, baby!! Make me come again!!"

Linda closed her eyes and cooed with a combination of flaming lust and hard, cold revenge: "I love it! It's uh, it's so good to find people who are… really sexy and fun and know how to make other people feel good, instead of treating them like garbage. Ooo, yes! I'm cum… YES, I'MMM CUMMING!"

It had been too much for Rosemary, Jack and especially for Steve. They had understood why Linda was angry and they were feeling a bit guilty about how they'd acted, but the insults she'd just hurled at them while grinding her cheeky little buttocks into Gary's pole of joy had inflamed their wrath and now they seethed as Linda's lithe little frame jerked spasmodically just a few feet from where they sat.

Jack looked at Steve without saying a word, anger burning in his eyes. Steve looked away for a moment, knowing what it was that Jack wanted him to do. But then Linda said, "Oh Gary, you are the best I've ever had… I just love your cock, baby. You and Pammy make me feel so good."

Steve now looked at Jack and gave a quick little nod to his head. They both walked over to the pile of bodies purposefully. Steve grabbed Pam around the waist and pitched her 10 feet through the air onto the living room couch, although normally he would have hardly been able to lift her up. He was that angry. Meanwhile, Jack had rolled Gary off Linda with a good deal of force, so that Gary rolled over twice before stopping by crashing into the same couch. No one said anything.

The only sound came from Jack who was lubricating his bone-hard cock with a drop of his own spittle. He quickly wedged the massive hunk of throbbing meatiness between Linda's melonous breasts and started thrusting into the narrow, warm tunnel between them. Linda gulped and lay on the floor without moving, fearful of the retribution to come.

"Suck it, bitch!" hissed Jack in a low voice that quivered with rage. The prospect of violence made Linda move unhesitatingly toward satisfying Jack as she stuck out her tongue and gave his seeping blue-veined stiffness a kittenish lick with each and every stroke.

It wasn't enough. Wham! Jack slapped her face so hard that Linda saw stars. "Harder, you little cunt!" he growled. And Linda began sucking immediately as hard as she could, running her tongue everywhere on Jack's hot cock. "Tell us that you want us to fuck you," he now said, grabbing a tight hold of her hair.

"Please, please fuck me," said Linda softly, wishing she were dead.

Jack yanked on her hair and said, "That's not sincere enough, lady."

"Please fuck me hard, you men with your big cocks!" she yelled, out of fear. "I want you to lick my cunt and I want to feel your cocks in me. I want to make you come. I want you to make me come."

"That's more like it," growled Jack. "Well, what do you say, boys?"

"I say this!" yelled Steve, kneeling down between Linda's legs and spreading them apart quickly to reveal even more of the sopping wet pussy – one that he had never really explored before now. That was going to end right now, as he stuck his tongue out and began actually biting on her distended clitoris, not nibbling but biting.

Pain shot through Linda as Steve's teeth chomped into her most sensitive area. But she did not dare complain, for she knew that Jack would clobber her if she did not keep sucking his cock, which was now being thrust into her throat and banging against the back of her throat, the full 10 inches being knocked into her mouth. She was having to force herself to breathe through the nose at those moments when he pulled back his throbbing cock and the effort of doing so made her forget temporarily the pain coming from between her legs.

No one spoke as Steve chewed away and Jack kept on thrusting, but all of a sudden they had been joined by Gary, who began pinching her enormous nipples so hard that Linda was afraid she might be bleeding. She was on the verge of crying, so great was the pain she felt.

Each of the men remained silent, but between them was an unspoken alliance of thought – that Linda had managed to overstep the bounds of what's right for women to do in front of their husband. And so they would give it back to her as best they could, by violating her in every possible way.

But something now had happened that they hadn't planned upon. The hurting Linda felt had been overcome by the sheer variety of sensation she now felt. The pain had changed into something else – something indescribably and fantastically exciting. She began to writhe her muscles in her hips in a frantic effort to pull Steve's invading tongue in as far as possible. Oh, she wanted it now!

She flexed and squirmed and twisted, her pussy and cuntal walls frothed with boiling love juice… but she wanted something more than just Steve's tongue… she wanted something big and hard in her cunt and she wanted it now.

So she risked getting hit again by Jack and pushed his cock out quickly so she could talk. "Please, please, fuck me now!" she yelled. "I need it really bad, so bad, please! Do me now please!"

Steve immediately thrust his lust-powered cock into the gaping hole Linda offered to him and was rewarded by an intense scream of pleasure. "Ooh yes!!" she bellowed, immediately arching her back and wrapping her legs, now wet with sweat, around Steve's buttocks and digging her heels into the soft flesh. His square jaw was set in determination and trickles of sweat popped out on his forehead.

Jack and Gary, in the meantime, were receiving the full womanly glory of Pam and Rosemary, each of the women having already worked each other up to the point of getting each other's pussy to drip heavily with a few minutes of Sapphic love. But now, each of them all decided to imitate what Steve and Linda were doing.

And each couple – Steve and Linda, Jack and Pam and Gary and Rosemary – tried to outdo each other. The moans began as sort of cooing, lovey dovey, but quickly turned to animal growls. Each of the women had folded their legs back as far as they would go to allow for maximum penetration for each of the men, with a feeling of utter submission to the male whims. And the pumping got each lifted further off the floor, to the point where each couple began to rise up almost to the place that the women were standing on their heads.

And when they finally reached the point of release, it was as if the living room were full of animals being slaughtered, so great was the desire for depravity, absolute and total giving in to the sense of nothing except sensuality. The screams built the excitement and made it possible for the men to reach the peak of each of their mountains and fire a veritable gusher of thick creamy sperm into each of those delicious cuntal walls, each crying for rescue from the boredom that is so much a part of everyone's life – a rescue into the unknown land where what one finds may not please, but will hardly ever fail to excite in some sense.

The men wanted to feel more of that sense of letting go of conventions, while the women wanted now to coo in their ears, to lie back and savor the shared sense of the huge pulsating cock swooshing into one throbbing cunt, one scream of pleasure, one thrust.

"Oh, baby, I love you," whispered Linda to Steve as he got up. Steve sort of nodded his head. He was still in a daze, somehow feeling as if all this wasn't quite yet complete, somehow feeling that he had still been taken for a clown and needed to do something else. He didn't know what.

He soon found out. Jack, in a flash, had pretty much muscled Pam over onto her other side, so her ass faced invitingly upward. He quickly spread the tight little cheeks and began to grind his still erect ten incher into the puckered little ring before Pam really realized what was going on.

"Oww!" she yelled. "Cut that out! That really hurts, Jack! Stop it!"

"Stop it, you damn pervert!" Linda screamed. "You really make me sick!"

Jack stopped on the spot and turned to Linda. "Well," he said in that slow, mean voice she was coming to know, "You're one to talk about perversion when you go and make fun of your husband in front of other people. I think that really stinks, what you did."

"I don't know what you're talking about, you Goddam jerk," Linda yelled.

"Yes, you do… that little scene with Gary and Pam a while ago, stupid. I think you need to be taught a little bit of a lesson. And I'm the one to do it, baby. You're not the first one and I'm sure you won't be the last," he said in a barely audible tone that carried no emotion.

In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed her, flipped her over and spread her curvaceous ass cheeks. As she realized what had happened, she began whimpering quietly, "Steve, Steve, please help."

"Don't do it, Steve," warned Jack, now lubricating his cock again with his own spittle and rubbing the mushroom-shaped head against the trembling white moons of her buttocks, constantly fingering between them to keep the clenching cheeks apart. "She needs to be disciplined."

Steve hesitated. After all, this was his wife. But as he looked into Jack's cold, level gaze, he knew that he should let him proceed. She had wounded him right to the very marrow, no one had a right to do that.

Still, he felt sad as he nodded his head and watched Jack begin to pump away at the crevice, which was creamy from the thick sperm Steve had left behind, a long with the musky love juices Linda herself had generated.

Jack dipped the head of his throbbing stiffness into the hot, slippery mixture that had accumulated among the lower regions of her pubic hairs. There was total silence in the room, as even Linda realized immediately that now Steve had given his approval, what would, happen now was unalterable. The sexual heat that had pervaded had changed to a sort of fascination with the question of whether or not this would be pleasurable for both of the parties.

Certainly it was being that way for Jack. The soft skin and sparse hairs made his cock even steelier than it had been and he aimed it straight and true at the tiny little hole of her tight elastic anus. As his wildly pulsating cock head slammed into it, rather than just touching it as he had before, he concentrated every last ounce of his strength from his muscular legs and back, pushing at the defenseless orifice.

"Aaaggh… that really hurts!" she cried in agony. "Please stop. Jack. I promise I'll be good in the future. I'll never goof up again. Honest."

"That's what they all say," he grunted. Wham! Once again he slapped her face hard. "Do you want some more of being knocked around or what?"

Tears streamed down Linda's cheeks as she shook her head. "No, no!" she wailed. "Please don't hit me. I'll do exactly what you want me to do, Jack!"

"Good," said Jack with an evil grin. "Now, push that Goddam ass of yours back against me. Push, Goddam it, or else I'll really clobber you a good one."

Linda tried the best she could, but still wound up feeling a sharp searing pain and screamed, both from the discomfort and the sheer mortification from what was happening to her, but she continued grinding her lithe little ass into Jack's cock. And a few inches – perhaps half of the pulsating member – were already buried into her, her tightly clenched anus locked like a vise around it. The battered sphincter ring felt as if it were getting tighter and tighter with each moment. It was all Jack could do to keep from letting go of the huge, burning load of thick creamy sperm that was roasting in his bloated testicles.

Ass fucking… man, it was the greatest, he thought. Christ, she was so tight! His nostrils flared – God, this was so intense! The rubbery grip, allowing just a little bit more every instant, slowly sliding it in a little bit more with each thrust. Finally, all its length was planted within her hot buttery depths. Damn, it's in, he rejoiced. He looked down and saw that the cruelly stretched anus was clenching and unclenching around the awesome girth of his cock.

He felt so totally wicked – the idea of buttfucking a teacher in front of her husband, two Marley High School students and in front of his wife and getting them to not resist the idea. It was the ultimate and was he going to explode now! He could feel the moment of ecstasy approaching. God, there was no way to make it last for more than three or four minutes, he knew. "Here it comes, bitch," he whispered. "Get ready, 'cause I'm really gonna come!"

Confusion was reigning in Linda's mind. On the one hand, she felt like she was being literally split apart like a steer being drawn and quartered. On the other, she felt that same surge of excitement she had felt ever since seducing Pam and Gary – that feeling of power, the feeling to drive men (and women) absolutely out of their minds. And she had to admit that now with the blazing cock buried so deeply inside her stretched backside, the pain had started to fall away just a bit. There was something quite erotic about it, just in the physical sense of being so close and filled up with cock. And now she moaned.

"See, Steve," grunted Jack. "She's finally digging it. Believe me."

As if to confirm Jack's analysis, Linda began churning her hips to buck against Jack's hairy groin and she found herself mumbling incoherent obscenities that came out as sounds like "ass, Goddam, fuck, shit, ohhh, damn, yeah… uh, yeah, omygod, fuck, fuck, yeah, Jack."

Now Jack began slaving away again, matching her thrust with one of his own. The very wildness of the situation was a territory utterly unexplored by any of the six in the living room. The four spectators had found themselves stroking their own genitals, first kind of surreptitiously and then proudly, with Steve and Gary having their cocks reach full length in a matter of minutes and Pam and Rosemary getting back that familiar gleaming wetness to each of their pulsating pussies. Now they joined up, everyone reaching for everyone else's not so private parts to try and reach the same kind of peak that Jack and Linda were headed for.

It was all so heady for Linda and everyone in the room would sense it. It was such a rush that her senses began to leave her – first her hearing, then her eyesight and her smell, until all she could sense in her sex-addled brain was the single but sublime feel of Jack's quivering cock. It was all she wanted to feel and it was the only thing she could feel, just the sweet coursing sensations of her very own sensuality, no one else's, and just getting fucked into total oblivion. She knew that this would not be the last time she would do this, to reach this side of herself, a side she'd never quite gotten to before. It would be the first of many times, she not only hoped now, but she knew.

The room rattled with snorts and grunts now as everyone in it acquired the sense that they were all going to try and reach the peak of pleasure at the same time, the same exact moment. Linda couldn't tell about any of the others, of course, but she could tell for sure that she was about to have a convulsion unequalled by any she had ever had previously. Now the top of the mountain was in sight and her naked young body shivered with delight as the thrill of orgasmic pleasure hit her like a loaded freight train, like a 747 lifting off the runway. She felt as if her insides had turned to jelly, as if they had actually been turned on to the outside of her body. And she opened her eyes to see both Gary and Steve spurting hot creamy sperm onto the ceiling – what a great souvenir, she thought to herself for an instant with a smile – and Pam and Rosemary collapsed onto the floor, their hips bucking in the state of total abandonment of inhibition.

And now she felt a hammer blow to the very depth of her soul as Jack finally exploded and pumped what seemed like gallons of his steamy sperm into her rubbery grip rectum. His cum surged into her like molten lava. Her rectal muscles went to work, milking him of every last drop and turning him into what felt like a completely dry state, as if he'd never have the ability to stand up again.

"Oh God!" he screamed, then collapsed on her back. Then silence came once more. The pungent scent of hot sex tickled Linda's nostrils. She felt like everyone was looking at her.

"I love you all," she said in a whisper. "I love Steve most of all, but I love you all a lot."

"That's beautiful, Linda," said Jack with a big smile as he gently withdrew his now flaccid cock from her anus. Linda turned around and looked at him and saw that he was totally sincere.

She took a deep breath, knowing that she had crossed a threshold unlike that of a marriage – a threshold that opened onto a vista of such opportunity that she could never go back. "Well, Mr. O'Neill," she said teasingly, "Maybe that cock of yours needs some first aid." And she lowered her head into his lap and opened her mouth and gave it a few long, languorous licks. It started getting stiff again.

Now she turned to Steve and said, "Baby, if you love me you'll do what I say."

Trembling, Steve said, "I do love you. I'll do what you want me to."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"OK. Please, baby, I want to suck Jack's cock. And I want Gary to put his cock in my cunt. And I want Pam to suck on my tits and Rosemary to lick my neck and ears. Is that OK with you?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, disappointed as hell. Damn, he thought. Of all the horrible things, and he started to walk disconsolately out of the living room.

"Where are you going, love?" asked Linda.

"I don't want to watch this time," he said.

"You'd better do more than watch, baby," rasped Linda with a gleam in her eye. "I want you to fuck me in the ass, please baby, please. I'll make you feel so good. Come on, put it to me. Oh, yeah, that's it, yeah. I love your cock so much, Steve…"

Content

Howard Banning
The tortured teacher

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN