With the advent of Sexual Freedom, many supporters as well as many foes have mistakenly assumed that Sexual Freedom means promiscuity. And the adversaries of such freedom insist that without Sexual Freedom, there would be no promiscuity. This is patently false; there have always been promiscuous people, regardless of whether or not there was Sexual Freedom. Perhaps this misconception derives from Aristotelian logic a logic of two values: yes and no. But Aristotelian logic has been shown to be no longer valid. For almost a century, it has no longer had validity in mathematics or in logic. Despite the work of Alfred Korszybski and of the semanticists to say nothing of Zen the average person still continues to operate on a two-valued logical system: Yes sexual promiscuity; No total repression.
It was the misfortune of the heroine of the present work, Sue Thomas, that she was so imbued with the Puritan/Victorian tradition of sexual values (Aristotelian, to be sure), that she totally repressed her sexual nature under the mistaken assumption that the only alternative was promiscuity. But, as every mature adult knows, there is a third way. If Sexual Freedom has any validity at all, then it must include the right to say "No".
But, Sue Thomas, operating on her two valued system, had only two choices: abstinence or promiscuity. And when young Dave Forbes unleashed her natural sexual urges, she was helpless to prevent herself from falling into the opposite extreme: promiscuity. It was only after wallowing in promiscuity for a time that our heroine was able to get control of her natural sexuality and bring it into focus, handling it from then on (we presume) in a mature and adult manner.
THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The naked body that stared back at Sue Thomas from her full-length mirror was a marvel of nature. The silkily smooth blonde hair framed a comely face, and the perkily bobbing breasts rode high on a tapered torso that narrowed to a slender waist and flared to sensuously swollen hips. Sue turned back and forth at the waist, admiring her shapely twenty-four-year-old figure, trying not to glance down to the invitingly soft patch of blonde pubic fur.
She had little enough time just to dress for her first class at the college, and she could not keep her avid students waiting. It was the forbidden furrow of pleasure lying behind that nest of innocent hair down between her thighs that occasionally detained her in the morning, for her fingers would wander to it, seeking to produce the strange ripples of sensuous delight she sometimes felt in spite of her efforts to ignore them. Her eyes darted from the image of herself to the newspaper photo taped to the mirror, and as they focused on the rugged torso of the athlete in the picture she began to feel a warm sensation spreading through her lithe young body.
Yes, it was that picture that had often delayed Sue Thomas as she dressed for school in the morning, that picture of Dave Forbes she had cut from the sports section of the campus paper. Dave Forbes! The basketball player they called Doctor D. A twenty-one-year-old senior with a body like a god, his strongly muscled physique shown to perfection in the revealing brevity of his basketball uniform. Even now she felt a new thrill course through her body as she stared at the photo. How wonderful it would be to feel those powerful arms about her, crushing her, dominating her, tellin her without words that she was in his power, that she must give herself completely up to his strength.
And how wonderful it would be to feel the thickly hard shaft of his cock thrusting powerfully into the creamy depths of her pussy. Even as she dreamed of it, she let her eyelids droop closed, and the middle finger of her right hand snaked uncontrollably through the thicket of blonde pubic curls. The rapacious digit worked its way between the soft fleshy lips of her cunt, burrowed inward, only to be stopped by the firmly resisting membrane of her youthful virginity.
Sue withdrew the finger slightly, then tightened her voluptuously shivering white thighs and thrust her out-thrust finger inward once more. In and out she began plunging in a passionate rhythm, finger-fucking herself to increasingly higher peaks of pulsating pleasure. Her eyelids slitted open, and the vision of the muscular basketball star filtered into her lust-fogged brain "O-h-h-h," she heard herself moan, and waves of sultry warmth spread through her traitorously sensual body. This was wrong, she knew it, but how could she maintain her usual self-control in the face of that photograph, that image of irresistible animal power. She had heard a thing about Dave Forbes, what a super stud the young senior was, how he could overpower a coed with animalistic appeal and make her wilt before his onslaught.
She felt a sharp pang of excitement shoot upward from deep within her center of sexuality, and it suddenly awakened her to the danger of what she was doing. If she gave in to these feelings, she would have no defense at all, and that would lead to giving in to one of the defenses at all, and that would lead to giving in to one of the men who so frequently bothered her for dates. She would be like putty in his hands, and in time she would become a depraved slut, like the worst of the coeds who flaunted their wanton bodies around the campus.
No, that could not happen to Sue Thomas. She was a teacher with a career ahead of her. She would get her doctorate and become a professor, not give in to the urges of her body and fall prey to a man. With a supreme effort she jerked her moistened finger from the sweltering cuntal cavity in which it rested. With a compulsive gesture she reached up and tore the newspaper photo from its place on the floor length mirror and threw it to the carpet. She whirled and stomped to her bed where she had laid out her clothing for the day.
The lovely young blonde stepped quickly into her panties and drew them up the length of her smoothly tapered legs. She worked her wantonly swaying breasts into a matching brassiere, then covered herself with a severe blouse and skirt. Without turning back to the mirror or glancing at the newspaper clipping that lay on the floor, she whirled and headed for the door. Sue Thomas had more important things to do, a class to teach, a career to think about. She could not fall prey to the lures of lust, nor give in to the demands of her body.
As she grabbed her coat and strode out of her apartment, however, the strong physique of Dave Forbes was still on her mind, and it remained there throughout the day. She did her best to concentrate on her class, but that image of brutally irresistible male power kept impinging on her consciousness. It was still very much there when the bell sounded to mark the end of the last class period of the day. She sighed, glancing furtively down at the smooth curves of her body, her eyes wandering slowly over the voluptuously rounded mounds of her breasts. She admired her slim waist and the soft contours of her thighs, revealed by the skirt that had worked itself far up above her knees along the creamy-white flesh. She sighed again and stood up, tired and confused.
It had been a long day and she felt sad and lethargic. She wished she had some plans for the evening, something to look forward to, but there was nothing in store for her but the same old thing. She would go out to dinner or eat at home alone. Then she would grade papers or read a book. She was getting in a bad rut, and she thought that maybe a good-looking young woman like herself shouldn't be spending so much time alone. But she just hadn't been able to get interested in any of the men, mostly faculty members, who'd been trying to date her. There were times when Sue could have almost cursed the lovely face and sensuous body she had inherited. She knew it was just her body and not her real inner self that attracted the men who wanted to go out with her. It made her feel like nothing but a piece of flesh, a sex object.
Sue took her coat from the hook, draped it over her arm and stepped out the front door of the main class building of the small college. She breathed in deeply, testing the fresh cool air. The clouds had passed and now the sun was shining. The dark grass of fall was wet and glistening, almost as if with spring dew.
Though football season had ended, several boys were playing pass on the edge of the athletic field. Sue watched them for a moment, then turned and started around the corner of the main building. On this small, midwestern campus, basketball was even more important than football.
At the fork in the sidewalk just beyond the corner of the building, she paused. She felt suddenly almost breathless, as a strangely foreboding idea toyed at the fringe of her consciousness. She turned her head slowly to gaze beneath the oaks toward the red-brick gymnasium.
She did not know why she had this feeling that she shouldn't go there. Perhaps it was only that she would not admit the reason to herself, but it seemed as if the mere fact that she did want so badly to go again, as she had several times during the last couple of weeks, and watch young David Forbes shoot baskets was somehow enough to make it wrong.
Sue waited a moment longer, then in a sudden compulsive move she started resolutely down the walk through the oak grove toward the gymnasium beyond. There could be no harm in her just watching the young man practice, and she chided herself for her tendency to attach some overblown significance to the fact she wanted to. Yet she still could not resist the urge to look cautiously around and make sure that no one had noticed her as she entered the brick building. She knew Dave kept practicing after the other players called it quits.
Stepping from the afternoon sunlight into the gymnasium was like entering a large, empty barn. It was comparatively dark inside, and there was a hush that seemed rudely disrupted by the noise she made as she closed the door behind her, and by the sharply echoing clicks of her heels on the wood floor as the young blonde walked past the grandstand towards the basketball court.
The only other sound to break the silence seemed more ominous. From the far end of the gymnasium she could hear the rhythmic sounds of strained breathing as Dave Forbes struggled against the fatigue of his workout. In the large, empty gymnasium the heavy breathing took on a strange, almost sexual quality as it reverberated through the reaches of the barn-like structure. He was alone.
That idea caused Sue to pause again just before she should have rounded the corner of the stands. There was something so profoundly sensuous about those husky noises of the young man's breathing that she felt almost as if she were intruding on a very private and personal thing, as if she were a voyeur sneaking up to peek through a window late at night.
Then she heard the echoing sound as the young athlete banked a ball off the glass backboard. Sue waited, almost breathless with the anxiety that surged in her breasts, till she heard the boy dribble in for another shot. Then, almost tiptoeing, she rounded the corner of the stands and stepped onto the edge of the basketball court where she could see him.
Again Sue paused, trying to conceal her suddenly surging excitement as she was confronted with the arousing view of the muscular young man. Though he was facing directly toward her, he hardly seemed to acknowledge her presence, concentrating all his efforts on practicing his shots. In spite of her efforts on practicing his shots. In spite of her efforts at discipline, Sue could hardly resist letting her eyes rove with what she knew must have been unconcealed craving down the youth's muscular, sweat-glistening body.
He was wearing only a pair of basketball shorts which shockingly revealed his magnificent young physique. His exercise exerted the greatest strain on his body, but also served to expand and accent the bulging muscles of his chest and the rippling sinews of his abdomen. The coating of sweat that shone on his flesh only highlighted the youthfully rippling muscles.
As she watched him begin another group of shots, again hearing his hoarse gasps of breath echoing from the high roof of the gymnasium, Sue crept slowly down the edge of the basketball court towards him, her eyes transfixed by the sharply defined bulges of his torso. With a last, almost agonized-sounding gasp, the young man leaped for a rebound and followed with a slam dunk. Then he looked up at her with an eager smile.
"Hello, Miss Thomas. Come to watch Doctor D?"
"Oh ... hello," Sue stammered awkwardly. During the previous times she had come here, Dave had scarcely seemed to acknowledge her presence, and before she had not been quite so open and obvious in watching him as she was now. She had attempted at least to pretend that she'd happened upon him by accident. Today she hadn't bothered to do even that.
"Why don't you come in and sit down here on the bench if you want to," Dave said. "I get kind of bored in here working out by myself anyway, but the coach says it will really be worth my trouble if I stay in good shape all the way through the season."
"Well ... all right," Sue managed. "I was just browsing around the campus, and I thought I'd come through here because I really didn't have any ... place else to go." She knew that excuse sounded foolish, even incriminating, yet from the young man's manner he seem not to take the slightest note of it. He was smiling at her, watching her warmly with his clear blue eyes. Sue could hardly hide her fascination as she gazed back at the youth's naked torso. In spite of his muscular and athletic build, young Dave didn't look overly mature for his twenty-one years. His face had an innocently childish glow, which Sue found overwhelmingly attractive. Still, it was his sensuously muscular young body that seized and held her attention. It had beckoned her back here beyond all her control.
As the young man panted to catch his breath, Sue took a seat on the bench at the edge of the basketball court, crossing her legs and nervously pushing her skirt down over the smoothness of her thighs as she watched him take a barbell in his hands to do some muscle-building exercises.
She watched with rapt attention as the young athlete did repetitions of a strenuous exercise, then dropped the barbell to the floor with a loud clang.
"That's so much," she said. "You do so much exercise."
"It's because I'm using an easy weight," Dave answered with a gasp, turning back to face her. "Heavy weights enlarge your muscles, you know, sort of knot them up so your movement is not so good. Coach Hanks says I don't need it. But these light weights give you proportion you can't get any other way."
Sue thought she must have visibly blushed as she watched the young man inhale to deeply expand his chest. But she understood what he meant. She'd seen the covers of magazines with those photographs of Arnold Schwarzenegger posing. Dave's glistening young body was not like that. Not a single ounce of his firm, rippling flesh seemed out of proportion or exaggerated. His tanned skin was almost smooth, with subtle lines defining the tautly bulging muscles beneath.
"Well, you certainly do have proportion," she said at last.
"The coach says even if I don't break any weightlifting records this year it will help me out with the girls on the beach this summer." There was a short silence as Dave continued to gaze at Sue in his openly friendly manner, as if there had not been anything the least bit provocative in his last statement. Wet she could not help imagine what a young girl's reaction might be to see this appealing muscled youth in a swimsuit after he had spent six more months at these grueling exercises. She'd overheard enough of the gossip at the college to know that "Doctor D" had quite a reputation for his exploits with the girls in town. The thought of that now caused an uncomfortable fluttering sensation in her breasts and stomach that was almost like jealousy.
"Well, I'd better keep at it," Dave said, turning back to the barbell. The young man's back was turned to Sue as he did the final exercises, allowing her eyes the freedom to rove at will over the straining muscles of his back and thighs. She was unable to resist the lewdly wanton sensations that rose in her own breasts as she gazed lasciviously over his shining, near-naked body. Now she knew that what she was doing was wrong. The source of her previous trepidation was beginning to surface. In spite of everything, she was developing a physical lust for this powerful young man. What had begun as innocent fascination had swiftly taken on a sordid and compulsive nature, and she could hardly comprehend the strange sensations swelling in her breast and loins as she watched him, almost spellbound.
"Whew," said Dave as he dropped his weight back on the floor and turned again to face the young teacher. Again Sue feared she must have blushed. She stared at him intently for a moment, then realizing how obvious that must be, jerked her eyes suddenly away. "I watched you play in the State College game last Friday night," she said nervously. "That was really a wonderful shot you made in the last few seconds."
"Oh I just had good luck," Dave said. "It was the same shot Bill Walton made in the last Philly game." Sue watched him in silence for a moment longer, then self-consciously averted her eyes. "I guess I should really be going. I must be disturbing you," the blonde said, still not rising from her place on the bench.
"Oh no," said Dave. "You're not disturbing me at all. Miss Thomas, but this next exercise I'm going to do might look stupid unless I explain. It is sort of an isometric thing. It really seems like I'm trying to show off or something, but I'm not. This one is especially for those loose muscles I was talking about."
In spite of the fact that she'd said she was going, Sue could not bring herself to move, nor did she even pretend to conceal the lascivious craving in her eyes as she watched the young man do the next exercise. It did indeed look at the beginning as though he were merely flexing his muscles to show off. He cupped his hands together, extending his arms out in front of his body. Then he started to push inward with both arms, sucking in loud and hoarse gasps of breath as he expanded his chest broadly and began a silent struggle with himself. Sue watched a red flush come over his skin as he increased the pressure, the rippling muscles of his chest straining even harder till they began to quiver from the tension. She stared with undisguised eagerness at the man's rippling torso as he grunted and further increased the exertion of his arm and shoulder muscles. Then at last, with a deep sigh, he eased off, shaking his shoulders and arms to loosen the muscles, his skin glistening slickly from the new coat of sweat that had broken out over his body.
"My gosh, Dave!" Sue gasped. "Your arms and your chest look even bigger than they were before you did that."
"Sure, Miss Thomas, that's the idea."
"How do you do it? Now you look like Arnold Schwarzenegger!"
"It puts oxygen in your bloodstream. It causes your muscles to swell." She watched hotly as the young guy reached up with one hand to touch the throbbing bicep of the other arm, testing the springy flesh beneath the tightly drawn skin.
"Can I feel?" she asked cautiously, then immediately regretted the bold entreaty. The young man seemed to find nothing out of the ordinary about her request.
"Sure."
"Oh, maybe I shouldn't," Sue said, blushing again. But before Dave had time to say anything else, she rose and went quickly over to him. He looked up at her with a total lack of suspicion, again inhaling deeply to expand his chest, twisting his arm to flex his bicep as Sue extended her trembling fingers towards it.
She was standing so close to the youth that their bodies almost touched. She could smell the pungently beckoning odor of clean male perspiration that coated his torso and flowed freely from beneath his upraised arm. She was losing control, and knew the wanton craving of her body reflected lewdly in her eyes. She almost gasped as her fingers came into shocking contact with the swollen bicep. A lewd comparison came suddenly into her mind and almost caused her to jerk her hand back as if she had put it into a fire. The swelling the young man had talked about was precisely the cause of an erection of the male sex organ. The oxygen in the bloodstream erects the muscle to resilient firmness, she thought, and the comparison prompted only lewder visions to course through her deliriously functioning mind.
Cautiously, Sue wrapped her fingers as far as they would go about the man's hard flexed bicep. She raised her other hand to touch his shoulder and trail it slowly down over his swelling chest muscle toward the little hairless nipple. She bit her lip to quell the whimper that rose spontaneously in her throat as she continued to stroke her hand softly over his sweat-moistened chest.
"Oh yes, you really are built well, Dave. Your muscles are like steel!" she said gustily, continuing to course her fingers over the youth's tautly flexed arms and chest.
There was something so uncannily pure and healthy about the way his young body felt. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, that the stimulation she derived from touching him was sexual, sinful, but it went even beyond that, and she couldn't control her own strained and hastened breathing or conceal the craving in her eyes as she leaned even closer to him.
Her fingers continued their searching journey downward, and suddenly she felt one of his powerful arms moving around her. She tried to step backward, but the grip of his muscular limb strengthened and her legs turned to water. His other arm drew swiftly about her, enfolding her and pulling her nearer to him. She started to speak, but no words came out.
His massive arms surrounded her, and it was just as she had imagined it earlier in the day as she had stared at his photo on the mirror. She was completely at his mercy, a slave to the bondage of his hard muscles. It was as if the steel of his arms destroyed all her will, neutralized her moral fiber, gave her the excuse to give herself up to her own inner lust.
"M-mm," she heard herself sighing, despite herself. "Your arms are like stone. You're like a marble statue." She felt so small and weak, and she found herself wishing that he would turn suddenly brutal, perhaps throwing her to the hardwood floor of the gym, tearing away her clothes, beating her, raping her. She would not be able to resist. He was so powerful, so dominant, so rough.
She saw him lean his face toward her, his lips hotly sensuous, parted with youthful desire. She let herself grow limp, thrilling to her own helplessness. Then she felt the passionate heat searing her lips, and a fiery thrill shot through her whole body. This was wrong, terribly wrong, but what could she do? She was locked in a grip of steel, bound as surely as if she were in a metal trap. She was helpless to resist, and so she couldn't be shocked by her own response as her lips jumped upward to meet his.
Suddenly Dave's hand dropped to his sides as they heard the slam of the door at the end of the gymnasium. Sue looked up, pale-faced with fear and shame as Ed Hanks, the basketball coach, stepped through the door. He stopped just inside the entranceway, staring wide-eyed at the teacher and the young, shorts-clad player.
During the next fleeting moment a multitude of sordid and scandalous visions unfolded in Sue's mind. She looked in shock and horror at the coach, then returned her gaze for a moment to Dave, who seemed nonplussed, even amused. Then she looked back helplessly at Ed Hanks.
"He grabbed me!" the young blonde blurted out. Sue hardly believed the words she heard herself speak. It seemed she had not thought them, that they had burst of their own accord from her lips. It was as if they had been put into her mouth by an alien force not herself.
"Well you young roughneck!" Hanks roared as he stalked toward them.
Sue watched him with terror, then jerked her eyes pleadingly back to Dave. He was looking at her almost without expression, but she could sense the seething anger his face did not betray, and it crushed her. She almost wanted to turn and run, and to keep running, to leave this place and never come back. She couldn't imagine how she could have done such an awful thing, how she could have said something completely untrue.
"Some of my pampered athletes have no respect for anybody anymore," the coach sputtered as he came up to them.
Sue stared desperately at the coach, her face now ghastly pale. "It's nothing," she sobbed.
"I'll be darned if it's nothing. Come on, boy, you get your shoes and pants on. We're going to have a talk with Dean Wells.
Sue looked back at Dave. He watched her in silence for a moment, then shrugged and walked past her toward the dressing room.
"It really was nothing, Mr. Hanks," she repeated in a trembling voice. "Can't we just let it pass?"
"I'm not going to let it pass, Miss Thomas, and neither will Dean Wells. I can guarantee you that. Just because this kid makes a few key baskets, it doesn't give him the right to get fresh with a lady. Building character is more important to me than winning games."
Sue wanted to say more, but it was hopeless. She knew that the coach had always been fond of her. Sometimes his manner left her the impression he had a kind of crush on her. She knew nothing would dissuade him, nothing but the truth. Though she realized she should tell him that, confess what had really happened and bear the guilt for her own wrongdoing, she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She had enticed Dave.
In a couple of minutes the young athlete emerged from the dressing room, clad in his levis and shirt.
"All right, let's get going," rasped the coach. "We want to be sure and catch the dean before he leaves the office."
"Mr. Hanks, I wish we could just forget about this," Sue stammered. "Nonsense. If I let these kids get away with something like this, no telling what they will be up to next. Raping ladies on the street." Almost choking with despair. Sue followed the coach and the young man out the front door of the gymnasium and down the sidewalk toward the administration building. She could hardly believe this was really happening, that it was not just a bad dream from which she would momentarily awaken. Of course, her word would be taken, even if Dave tried to deny the accusation, but she wasn't certain she could bring herself to repeat the lie again. Nor did she think she could confess and admit the truth to the dean. She felt too guilt-ridden, not only for the lie she had told, but for the lewd feelings that had been surging in her body before they were discovered by the coach.
Ed Hanks knocked lightly at the door of the dean's office, then opened it and ushered Sue and the now sullen-faced young man inside. The dean, a paunchy man in his mid-forties, looked up with surprise.
"What can I do for you?" he asked briskly. A slight shiver went through Sue's body as she felt his eyes move from her face down over the swells of her sensuously molded breasts.
"It's this young man," said Hanks.
The dean glanced only briefly at Dave, then looked questioningly back at Sue. "Yes?" There was a moment of silence as they waited for her explanation. She could not bring herself to speak, to say anything neither to tell the truth nor repeat the lie that had sprung spontaneously from her lips a few moments ago.
"He grabbed her," said Hanks. "There in the gymnasium. My best player."
"Grabbed her?" The dean glanced at Sue, then back at the young man, who held a sullen silence. "What do you mean, grabbed her?" he asked at last. "I saw it with my own eyes," said Coach Hanks. "I came into the gym and I saw him, right there. He had hold of her, and he wasn't wearing anything but a pair of practice shorts."
"Is that what happened?" asked Dean Wells, looking back at Sue. She could feel the trembling of her body, and it was all she could do to hold back the tears. She moistened her lips and opened her mouth to speak. But still the words wouldn't come.
"She's too shook up to talk," said the coach. "And I don't blame her one bit. Some kids have no respect anymore. Doctor D my foot!"
Mr. Wells leveled his eyes on Dave Forbes, his face almost white with rage. "Well young man, what do you have to say for yourself?" Sue looked desperately at the young athlete. For a moment the young man stared in silence back at the dean. Then he turned slowly to face Sue. His eyes were almost blank, dulled with unfeeling. He was refusing to respond. She realized with a sinking sensation that he was not even going to bother to defend himself, and that only increased the burden on her.
"What were you doing in the gymnasium at the hour anyway, Miss Thomas?" the dean asked. "I just happen through," Sue stammered nervously. "I thought some of the kids might be playing basketball and...." Her voice trailed off and she gazed down at the floor. She couldn't understand what had come over her. The lies sprang freely to her lips, first the one that had begun this horrible episode, and now this, which served indirectly to reinforce the first.
"We aren't going to put up with this sort of foolishness," Dean Wells said to the silent young man. "The fact that you have, due to your basketball exploits, become somewhat the apple of the public eye around this institution appears to have gone to your head. And from what I've heard around school I understand that you have quite a reputation as lady killer with the girls here on campus.
That must have further inflated your ego. Maybe a few weekends restricted to campus will slow you down, and you are temporally suspended from the team." He looked back at Sue. "Miss Thomas, I'm very sorry this has happened. I just hope you won't let it upset you too much." He sighed. "That's all. You may go."
Sue hesitated for a moment, fighting an inner battle with herself. She knew it still wasn't too late to confess what had really happened. Though it would cause her an unbearable embarrassment, at least it would avert this injustice. But she couldn't make herself say it. At last she turned slowly away, and again her eyes met Dave's. They lingered on him for an instant. Then, choking back a sob, she turned and went out. She almost ran down the hall.
Sue skipped dinner, and in the safety of her apartment she tried to sort things out. She found the torn newspaper clipping of Dave Forbes on the floor, staring accusingly up at her. In confusion, she tore it into pieces and threw it in the trash. She tried to read a book, but it was unable to hold her attention or give her respite for the terrible feelings of guilt she suffered for what she had done that afternoon. The lie she had told so thoughtlessly was now stuck like a broken record. It ran over and over in her mind.
As the hour grew late, Sue went into the bedroom. She turned to the full-length mirror on the door and began unbuttoning her blouse. Through eyes swollen by the tears she'd shed earlier, she watched the white smoothness of her flesh as she drew the blouse off her shoulders and with a sensuous wriggling motion of her body, dragged her skirt over the flare of her panty-clad buttocks and the smooth length of her lithe thighs.
She hung her clothes up on a hook on the wall and reached behind her back with a deft flick of her fingers to undo the brassiere strap. The cups fell partly away from her breasts and she worked the straps slowly off her shoulders to completely expose the voluptuously rounded mounds, peaked by the turgidly quivering nipples that contrasted in rich pink to the whiteness of her smooth flesh.
She was almost naked now. Nothing remained but the flimsy panties, hanging teasingly low on the ripe half-moons of her buttocks. Spontaneous shivers passed through her sensuous body as her fingers brushed over the sensitive flesh of her flat belly, and she slowly pulled the sheer white panties downward to expose her thinly curling blonde pubic hair. With another wriggling motion of her hips she worked the silken panties off the softness of her thighs and stood completely naked before the mirror. For a moment her eyes remained riveted on the reflection of her exposed flesh. Somehow its soft loveliness intrigued her tonight, as if the naked flesh were not her own but someone else's. Her hand raised slowly upward to softly touch and stroke the firmly swollen mound of one of her breasts, her fingers tweaking lightly over the already rigidly throbbing nipple to send little shivers of delight coursing out over her skin. Somehow, in the very contrast, it recalled to her mind the sight of Dave's nakedly straining muscles, glistening with sweat as he flexed them for her to touch, and the recollection rekindled a strangely unwelcome sensation which stirred lewdly in her naked loins.
Sue turned suddenly away from the mirror, refusing to admit the strange and disquieting craving that went against her wishes. Then she walked naked across the bedroom. She left the lamp on the nightstand burning as she got into bed and pulled the blanket over the softly rounded curves of her naked flesh. She sighed deeply, her eyes moving slowly down to trace in detail the outline of her lushly formed body beneath the blanket which barely concealed the fully swollen mounds of her breasts. Even the lust-hardened nipples showed through the fabric. Below, the blanket tapered down lightly over her slenderly girlish waist to her supple hips, flatly smooth stomach and sensuously full thighs.
Sue sucked her breath in softly, her eyes almost closing. Every naked inch of her skin was tingling, and almost unconsciously she yielded to the temptation to trail her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, her fingers flicking teasingly over the rigid nipples. She sighed again, squirming her hips down into the softness of the mattress, her eyes almost closing as she continued for a moment to gently knead and massage her breasts. Then, still without really thinking about it or admitting to herself what she was doing, she moved her hand lower over the smoothly warm flesh of her belly to brush her fingers lightly into the still-damp strands of her thinly curled pubic hair.
Sue's body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her finger over the already twitching bud of her clitoris. An unwelcome tremor of longing coursed out suddenly warmth of her loins and spreading out over every inch of her tingling flesh. Again she was reminded of the horrible lie she had told. Yet now an even more vivid memory almost pushed that from her mind as she remembered the wonderful hard feel of Dave's muscular arms. She still could not imagine how she had let herself get into the position that had forced her to tell that horrible lie. But the young man was almost irresistible to her. The first day when she had truly just happened into the gymnasium and found him shooting baskets, the seed had been sown. She had not been able to tear her eyes away from him. Since then she'd fought a daily struggle with herself to resist going back to watch him again.
Reluctantly, Sue drew her hand away from the softly pulsing warmth between her thighs. Her whole being was permeated by the insane desire that had crept over her without her knowledge, and now it seemed bound to consume her, body and soul, just as the lust for the young man she had so terribly wronged had crept over her without her realizing it. What had it been about him that thrilled her?
The power of his arms came back to her, and she recalled with a twinge of pleasure how helpless she had been. It was as if she had been bound in a steel trap. Once she saw a magazine in which a girl was tied up, naked, at the mercy of a powerful young man. At first the sight of that perverse picture had aroused her, but she had quickly turned away, ashamed that such trash could have an effect on her.
Now as she lay beneath the blanket, she unconsciously wrapped herself in its folds, drawing it tightly around her nude body. It was almost as if she were once again in the potent arms of Dave Forbes, trapped and helpless, obliged to give in to his lascivious demands. She felt her pussy grow hot, imagining that the strong athlete was crushing her in his muscular arms, angry at her for having betrayed him. What would he do? Would he rape her?
Lying there in the tight bondage of the blanket, Sue imagined what it would be like. She could see his hard cock, throbbingly hot, implacably determined. He would part the defensively clenched pillars of her thighs, force the velvety knot of his lust stiffened cock between the delicate petals of her cuntal lips. Then he would thrust punishingly into her. It would hurt, and the weight of his hard body would crush her, but she would be at his mercy, a slave to his potent lust.
Her hand moved slowly back towards her loins, dancing lightly over the smoothly sensitive flesh of her belly to venture once more through the thinly curling strands of cuntal hair and in between her thighs to the softly pulsing slit of her pussy. Her thoughts propelled her hand.
Sue closed her eyes, moaning at the renewed contact of her extended middle finger against the warmly pulsing vaginal opening. It was like Dave's cock. Her buttocks began to move in a gently undulating motion on the bed as she sensuously parted the throbbing little lips. The undeniable chills of delight that coursed through her prompted more strained whimpers as her fingers flicked back over the throbbing clitoral bud and spread the softly flowing moisture up and down her lust-tortured slit. Then with a deep gasp she arched her satiny buttocks eagerly upward off the bed, her fingers working the thinly hair-lined cunt-lips wider apart to probe with swift effect up into the softly clasping flesh.
A surge of guilt welled up in her again as she realized what she was about to do. It was a warped and sordid act, and she had not succumbed to it for a long time. Each time she had been tempted like earlier that day when she had dressed before the mirror she had fought off the urge, but this time she knew she couldn't stop herself. She would never get to sleep if she did not have some kind of relief from the unwelcome desires that engulfed her, some brief escape from the memories that had tormented her the whole evening, h," Sue moaned as her probing middle finger burrowed deeper and deeper up into her softly yielding pussy, her thumb rubbing teasingly at the hotly swelling bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank the finger to the last knuckle into the sensitively pulsing inner flesh. Then, with a soft whimper, she surrendered completely to the obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed and started to finger-fuck herself with smooth, even strokes in and out of her tightly clasping cunt-lips. Mingled with the squeaking sound of her bedsprings was an incessant stream of softly wanton moans and pleadings as Sue began to masturbate in earnest. She was rapidly becoming possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly shut and she thrashed her body even more wildly as the uncontrollable passion overcame her. Lewd moans of salacious pleasure spewed from her mouth, and her outstretched middle finger pistoned crazily in and out of the tightly trembling opening of her cunt, her thumb working with a maddeningly teasing effect at the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her face flushed hotly, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as she began to strain, groaning in lust and frustration and worming her finger deeper and deeper into her warmly quivering pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping softly over the naked softness of her shoulders, the mingled moans and whimpers in her throat increasing as she intensified the rapid finger-fucking rhythm.
Then suddenly, with an animalistic cry, she kicked the blanket off to completely expose her lustfully squirming body. She raised her head from the pillow and gazed between the quivering mounds of her breasts, a lewd thrill coursing through her at the perverse picture of her own hand fucking eagerly up and down between the wildly writhing softness of her thighs. Again she remembered the lewdly titillating sight of the young man who had prompted her lascivious desires. Once more she remembered the steely feel of his rigid muscles as he flexed them for her. She almost smelled the lusty odor of his young, sweating torso as she stood so close to him her nipples almost brushed his naked chest. She longed for the entrapping bondage of his arms.
Sue's body was thrashing savagely, her loins thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her fingers, working deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt. The clasping lips of her vagina flowered to give an even greater access to the warmly resisting inner flesh, and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over her little twitching clitoris almost drove her out of her mind with obscenely rising passion that poured through every fiber of her being.
"Oh, oh yes!" she purred in her delirious submission to the shattering sensations. Her lust had become fiery hot in her belly, and now her body screamed for release. Nothing mattered but to still this crazed hunger that had engulfed her, and she was almost crying in response to the unfulfilled sensations that surged up in the warmly yielding flesh of her pussy.
Her whole naked body suddenly tensed, shuddering. It seemed to uncoil in a whiplash motion as her legs opened and closed frantically on her wildly fucking fingers. She felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, spontaneous contortions racking her voluptuously naked flesh as she fought and strained for the release which at last seemed imminent.
Yet still it eluded her, driving her to a state of uncontrollable frenzy and wanting as she floundered for what seemed an eternity in an unbearable purgatory of insane craving. The wetly clasping lips of her vagina squeezed in lewd caresses, resisting as she drew her finger outward on the downstroke and sucking hungrily as she shoved it back in. Spasms of obscene delight shook her whole body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with salacious promise welling in her tortured loins.
Then an even more desperate cry burst from her throat, and she drew her finger almost completely out of her wetly trembling cunt-lips, stroking it in a staccato motion over the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris to send new and even more intense thrills darting from the pulsing depths of her cunt to the tips of her breasts and to the ends of her wriggling toes. She rubbed her finger rapidly back and forth over her turgidly quivering clitoris, sobbing and moaning in frustration as the relief still hovered out of reach.
Then suddenly she gave out a new moan as she shoved her impaling middle finger savagely back into her wetly flowering cuntal mouth. She screamed in wanton abandon to the thrilling pleasure. She imagined that the sensations surging through her were prompted not by her own obscene finger-fucking, but by the young athlete to whom she had done such an injustice today. She dreamed she was expiating her burden of guilt with her body, that she had surrendered herself up to him to do with as he pleased with her in appeasement for the terrible wrong she'd done him, He was raping her with angry and brutal fury. Her breasts heaved and quivered voluptuously with the insane tossing of her torso as she thrust her hips up and down in a lewdly hunching motion.
Suddenly it began, a deep trembling inside her loins that surfaced swiftly in a volcanic eruption of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of searing sensation that soared through every inch of her madly thrashing body. The blood-filled lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at the lewd fucking of her middle finger, her breath rasping in short, gusting gasps as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her to a sea of bliss.
She cried out in deliriously unintelligible pleas, wallowing in her obscene passion, her fingers still working frenziedly up into the warmly pulsing flesh of her loins. Her other hand coursed eagerly over the softly tingling curves of her body to crush and massage her swollen breasts and tease her turgid nipples to an even greater rigidity as the convulsive spasms of orgasm continued to shake her.
At last Sue sank back in exhaustion on the bed, dropping her head again to the softness of the pillow and reaching for the blanket to pull it lightly over her nakedly quivering flesh. The little spasms continued to course through her loins for several minutes as she panted and gasped to catch her breath.
Then, with the unwelcome desire satiated for the moment, Sue was almost shocked at the realization of the depraved act she had committed and the devastating recognition of the warped craving that had been the source of her temptation. She was a teacher, someday to be a professor. She was a mature woman, and she had not wanted for male suitors, yet this afternoon she had lusted after the flesh of a young student. And worse, that lust had placed her in a compromising situation, and she had lied and placed the blame on him. Now, to confirm her warped cravings, she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm, and she'd lusted again for this innocent and wronged young man. Sue felt awful. Am I depraved, degenerate? she asked herself. Is there something wrong with me that I should feel this way, do these things?
She put out the light and returned to bed, laying her head back in weariness. It had been a long day. She had started out as if it were any other day, but she had made the mistake of giving in to her desire to see the muscular young athlete. Then she had been overwhelmed by that feeling of weakness she'd gotten when the concrete hard arms had been wrapped around her. And finally she had been driven to a lie. As she lay there, overwhelmed with guilt and remorse, she vowed never to make the same mistakes. She would not give in to her base instincts.
CHAPTER TWO
The events of that day were still on her mind the following Saturday night, when she left her apartment to try to get her mind off of things. She went to a place she had gone to only once before ... a popular bar. Sue slipped cautiously through the door of the pickup place and made her way in the dimly lit interior to one of the booths. She was uncomfortably aware of the appraising stares of the men seated at the bar. Though this place was only two blocks from her apartment, she had only ventured here that one time.
Sue had been restless all afternoon, and she felt what for her was a very uncharacteristic need. She wanted a drink. She asked the waitress for a highball and tried to ignore the continued stares of several of the cruder looking characters at the bar while she waited. When the drink finally came she drank down almost a third of the glass immediately, and felt at least a slight relief from the nervousness that had nagged her all day long.
Sue had scrupulously avoided not only the gymnasium but Dave Forbes and his circle of jock friends since the horrible episode in the middle of the week. She had been so sure the story of what had really happened that it was she who had been at fault would have spread all over the school. But to her surprise she'd had no indication that was the case. It didn't appear that any of the other students who had heard about the incident blamed her for Dave's suspension or his weekend restrictions to the campus.
Still, the thought of that injustice and of her own responsibility in the matter had gnawed incessantly at Sue's conscience ever since that horrible event had taken place. Now that the weekend had finally come, she could think of nothing but the fact that because of her wrongdoing the youth was sitting alone at school while his friends were all in town trying to make out with girls from local schools.
Sue finished her first drink quickly and ordered another. She didn't indulge often, and already the effect of the alcohol was going to her head. Though it was only dusk outside, the bar was filling up quickly with the Saturday night crowd, mostly groups of men. She didn't like the kind of attention she was attracting, the openly lustful way their eyes consumed her voluptuous body.
The beautiful young blonde sipped the second drink more slowly, then she got up and left quickly when she distinctly heard one of the men at the bar tell his friend that he was going to come over and join her. The last thing she was in the mood for in her present state of mind was male company, at least that kind of company.
Sue walked the two blocks back to her place, then paused at the foot of the path that led up to the door. She hesitated for what must have been a half-minute. She knew she would not have even been considering the idea that had come to her mind if it had not been for the two strong drinks she'd had. It was reckless, if not downright foolhardy, and an open invitation for anyone to draw the wrong conclusion. Even Sue had reason to question her own motives, but she decided that, in spite of her misgivings, they were good and honest. If Dave had to sit alone at the school on Saturday night while his friends were out gallivanting around town chasing the local girls, the least she could do was visit him and try to cheer him up. Difficult as it would be to do, she was bound to apologize sooner or later for the terrible wrong she had done him. She should have taken care of that already.
Resolutely, Sue got into her car and started the engine. She made a U-turn at the corner and drove back to the edge of town, to the almost-deserted campus. Her heart was beating wildly with a strangely aroused excitement when she parked in the lot in front of the dormitory and got out of the car.
Sue hardly even knew where to look for the young man. The main building would be closed this evening, and if her were in his dormitory room, it would hardly do to visit him there. Nor did she know what she would say to him when she did find him. She would hardly be able to blame him if he refused to accept her apology, and as she started up the sidewalk past the dorm she began almost to hope that she wouldn't find him. Then at least she could console herself with the knowledge that she had made a try.
That line of thought did very little to quell the curiously building excitement, and excitement that seemed almost sexual and masochistic. One part of herself wanted to avoid the unpleasant and humiliating confrontation with the man she had so wronged, but another part of her wanted to prostrate itself in supplication for forgiveness for her sin.
Sue glanced cautiously through the windows of the main recreation room when she reached the end of the dorm. The lights were on, but as best she could tell the room was empty. Then she continued on past the main class building and beneath the oaks to the gymnasium, thinking there might be a chance she would find him there.
The door was unlocked, but from within the huge building, she heard no sound. It was impenetrably dark. Yet something seemed to beckon her, and she was almost breathless now as she recalled the lurid episode. It was the first genuine exposure to her own eyes of the lewd compulsion that had been nurtured in her without her knowledge. It had bloomed so suddenly, and with such disastrous consequences.
Almost tiptoeing, the young teacher crept into the gymnasium and made her way onto the basketball court. Again the sound of her own footsteps echoed rudely in the stillness, increasing her apprehension. As Sue stood there in the engulfing darkness of the gymnasium, she relived again the lurid episode of the past week, once more experiencing the unwelcome sensation of lust that had prompted her indiscretion and the chilling horror and shame as she was caught by coach Hanks. Her heart was still pounding wildly in her breast, and she could hardly catch her breath as the replay of that terrible nightmare consumed her. Then she gave a start, her hand flying to her mouth in fear and surprise, as she heard the sound beside her.
"Hello, Miss Thomas." She whirled, staring toward the shaft of light that marked the doorway at the tall shadowy figure there. "Dave?"
"I was watching out the dormitory window," the young man said. Trembling, Sue tried to speak, but she didn't know what to say and for a moment she thought she had lost her voice. She felt vulnerable and naked, as if she had been caught again in the same wrongdoing. During the moments before the young man had interrupted her terrible reverie, she had so vividly relived that horrible episode from last week that his sudden appearance was almost as much a shock as Ed Hanks' intrusion had been that fateful afternoon.
"Is there a way to turn the light on?" the young blonde stammered finally in a quaking voice. The athlete moved out of the thin line of light, and for a moment she completely lost sight of his figure in the darkness. Then he clicked on a small lamp over the counter, which served as a scoring table when the gymnasium was in use, casting a dim glow over this small corner of the spacious and still gloomy interior. Sue stared silently at the young man, an almost feverish pleading in her eyes. A faint smile crossed his lips. "You look nice this evening, Miss Thomas," he said.
Something in his tone took her aback. It was so completely remote from what she would have expected of him, a casual, everyday remark. Her eyes flicked down to her own body, almost as if to verify that statement could be sincere. She was surprised at the heaving of her voluptuously full breasts, straining sensuously against the red blouse she wore above a miniskirt that temptingly revealed the white smoothness of her thighs.
"I ... felt I had to talk to you, Dave," she said, her voice still quivering. "I have to make you understand somehow...." The words faded out and she stared at him in perplexed silence.
"Yes, Miss Thomas." Sue glanced desperately around the dimly lit cavern of the gymnasium. At last her eyes fell upon the bench, the same one she had sat on that fateful afternoon as she watched Dave practicing.
"Can ... can we sit down?" The young man nodded, still watching her with a surprising lack of hostility. After another short silence they both walked, as if by mutual consent, over to the bench. The young athlete let Sue take a seat first, glancing out of the corner of his eye as she pulled the miniskirt down over the sensuously exposed whiteness of her thighs. Then he took his own place perhaps two feet away from her down the bench. Sue shifted uncomfortably, still feeling completely vulnerable, as the youth waited for her to say what was on her mind. Her eyes roved eagerly from his face down to his small muscular chest, vividly defined by his tight-fitting white T-shirt.
"I don't know how to begin, Dave," Sue said slowly. "I did something very terrible, I know. I don't even know how I did it, because it's not like me to lie like that." She paused, biting her lips, feeling a constricting tightness rise in her throat. "Oh, I just don't know how it happened."
The young stud shrugged. He had the strangest way of looking at her. It was almost sullen, yet not quite. It was the same impenetrable gaze he'd cast on her in Dean Wells' office after the dean had announced the punishment for his alleged misdeed. Sue would have preferred almost any other conceived reaction. Hostility or anger she could have responded to, but this dull stare and the seething violence she sensed from behind the expressionless eyes melted her and made her feel more helpless and vulnerable than she ever had in her life. She almost wished he would hit her.
"I don't know how I can ever make it up to you," she said. "I ... I guess I should go to Dean Wells and tell him the truth. I almost wish he were here now and we could both tell him, but it would be so hard for me to do that, Dave. You understand, it would be so hard."
The boy shrugged. "I guess so."
"Oh Dave, it would look ... it would look as if I had grabbed you, as if I had been trying to cover up for something ... something even more than what I did do." She paused again and, staring at him in desperation, said, "And that must have seemed so ... so terrible too. The way I was looking at you, and then I don't know what happened, Dave. Your muscles just looked so nice and I wanted to touch them."
The young man grinned, his own eyes again dropping from her face to the ripely luscious swells of her breasts in a way that made her nervous and caused the disquieting flurry of excitement to rekindle in her loins.
"And I've ruined your weekend, this weekend and some more. You have a girl friend in town, don't you?"
"Yes ma'am." Sue managed a weak smile, "She's younger than you isn't she, Dave? By a couple of years?"
The guy nodded. "Yeah, but those freshman girls are really with it. I don't like the ones who have been around."
Sue blushed at the mild inference she drew in spite of the casualness of the remark. She'd seen the young, full breasted brunette from a girls' school that Dave dated. Somehow, the thought of this man going all the way, screwing another woman, caused a fluttering of jealousy to rise in Sue's breast. She felt a strange kinship with him now. She almost imagined she was under his power, because he at least must have an inkling of the truth about her. Sue knew it was completely irrational for her to think like that, but she couldn't help it. There was, for better or worse, a bond between them, perpetrated by the wrong she had done the youth, cemented by the fact that he had stoically and unprotestingly borne it.
She flicked her tongue out of her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips in a gesture that was unintentionally suggestive. "You would probably be with her now, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah. Her parents are going to be out of town tonight, and we would have had the house to ourselves." Sue blushed again at the even more vivid implication, but she couldn't stop herself from imagining the two beautiful youngsters together alone in a whole house, and the lewdly titillating visions that came to mind only served to further stimulate the strange and compelling excitement that swelled through her loins. "Oh Dave, if there were just a way I could make you understand." The young blonde teacher managed another nervous smile as she gazed pleadingly at the young man. "I've spoiled everything, I know. I've spoiled everything and you'll never forgive me."
The athlete shrugged again. "I understand, Miss Thomas. I can see how you'd think what you were doing would look bad to Mr. Hanks, and you just said what was natural. If it had been me that grabbed you, I might have said the same thing."
The even lewder and more exciting suggestion in that statement caused a new thrill of yearning to flutter through Sue's tingling breasts. In it was the unmistakable implication that it had been she who grabbed him, that she had really grabbed him. She had to admit that she had been on the verge of it. She'd never in her life been stimulated in exactly that manner. On a purely physical level she had experienced a quality of passion elevated and apart from the gross and vulgar animalism she usually associated with sex. Even in the way she had touched him, that quality was manifest. She had not really grabbed him, mauled him, had not groped at his flesh. She had touched it lightly, with all the reverence one might touch a great work of art, and the young man's body was really that, a true work of art.
"I forgive you. Miss Thomas," Dave said suddenly, interrupting her confused thoughts.
Sue looked back at him almost with surprise. Accompanying the unwelcome tingling sensations that darted through her softly moistening loins was a sudden bursting warmth and gratitude, an affection that went beyond passion, assuming almost the level of worship. A soft whimper rose spontaneously in her throat as she gazed at him with beaming eyes that almost filled with tears. Then she couldn't help herself. She had to touch him again.
Dave grinned openly as the teacher reached towards him, wrapping her arms around the rippling muscles of his shoulders and pulling him over to her voluptuously inviting body. It began out of the purest motives. Sue wanted to express in the most primitive and perfect fashion her appreciation, her deeply felt gratitude, for his generosity. Then he leaned, and she hugged his young face snugly up against the softly swelling mounds of her breasts, making further whimpering sounds in her throat as she nuzzled her chin and cheek into his curly hair, pulling and holding him even more tightly to her, and smothering softly tender kisses into his hair, over his forehead and down to his eyebrows.
She twisted her body about on the hard wood bench, sliding her softly rounded buttocks along the rough surface toward him. To ease the strain on her lower back she lifted one of her teasingly exposed thighs and straddled the bench to face the youth. Her fingers worked thoughtlessly over the rippling muscles of his back and she squirmed up against his chest, feeling tingles of lewdly inspired sensation course from the rigidly swelling points of her nipples with their friction against the sheer fabric of her brassiere. A little flame of passion was kindled far up inside her loins and the searing heat of arousal began to fan out through every fiber of her body.
Then abruptly an electric volt shot through her and she almost cried out in alarm at Dave's shocking response. His hands moved suddenly and brutally up her flanks and slipped between their bodies to roughly caress and massage the full swollen mounds of her breasts. He shifted the direction of his face, and his lips came wetly over hers, his tongue darting hungrily between her parted teeth, his breath flowing hotly into her mouth. He was growing violent.
Sue's body stiffened from the sudden surge of excitement and the paralyzing shock that for a moment left her immobilized, completely unable to resist as Dave's brutal hands massaged down into the vibrantly resisting flesh of her breasts and his tongue continued to swipe searingly into her mouth. He kissed her so hard that her lips were almost bruised against her teeth. Then the eager rubbing of her hands on the taut muscles of his back ceased, and for a moment she even stopped her breathing. At last, with a sudden hissing sound in her throat, she jerked her lips back from the young man's mouth, her hands moving from his shoulders around to his chest to push him firmly away from her "Why, you vicious...!" she gasped in shock and horror. "How dare you...?" she shrieked in an almost hysterically shrill voice. Then she broke off as the young man's eyes met hers with same emotionless gaze. It was the precisely cold and emotionless expression she'd seen on his face in Dean Wells' office after she had confirmed the original lie to save her own skin and abandoned the young man to the unjust punishment. It was an almost sadistic look.
Sue was suddenly, shockingly, aware of the pressure of the edge of the bench up between the inner softness of her thighs from her straddling position over it. Her body was tingling all over with little shocks of desire and her breath came in heavily strained gasps that caused her breasts to rise and fall in a heaving motion against the constricting cups of her brassiere. It was just like the time before Ed Hanks came in. Again she had been caught. Her lust had revealed itself, and she had responded by trying o place the blame on someone else.
"I didn't mean that Dave," Sue sobbed in desperation, "I didn't mean it. Please, I'm sorry." She leaned toward the young student again, now tenderly moving her hand up to caress his cheeks, pulling his face slowly towards hers. A voice in the back of her mind tried to tell her that what she was doing was insane. She heard it but she didn't listen. Her breasts were almost bursting with the love and gratitude that welled up in them, and she kissed him again on the lips, parting her own lips to suck his tongue eagerly into her mouth. Her body trembled with feverish excitement as once more she crushed the firmly molded mounds of her breasts to his chest, as once again she was made shockingly aware of the pressure of the bench edge up against the softly pulsing flesh between her thighs. Then she reached down and took one of his wrists, lifting his hand back to the straining swells of her breasts, little moans of pleasure issuing from her throat as he caressed from the outside of her brassiere cups.
Sue gave out with a muffled gasp as she felt the young stud's hand slip into the neck of her blouse. He deftly loosened a button to gain access to the lust-swollen upper portions of her breasts, then he worked his fingers in a searing trail down her vibrantly pulsing flesh and into one of the cups to make electrifying contact with her tingling little nipple.
Sue continued to respond with unrestrained passion to his kiss, even as she tried to shake her head in a gesture of protest. Then a little shiver passed through her body as she felt his fingers lightly pinch the rigidly swollen flesh of her nipple. With a strained gasp she parted her lips from his, rubbing her cheek tenderly against his face, her tongue flicking out to stroke over the sensitive lobe of his ear.
"No, please Dave. Don't do that. Just let me kiss you and hold you." She purred into his ear in response to the maddening stroking of his finger on the sensuously throbbing little bud, but he paid her no heed. His own lips trailed hungrily over the sensitive flesh of her neck and down toward her shoulder, and his hands flicked open two more of the buttons of her blouse, to give him greater access to the soft white flesh of her feminine torso. Then an even deeper moan rose in her throat as she felt him pull one of the brassiere cups completely away from the softly pulsing breast, completely exposing the firmly upthrust mound of flesh and the tiny hardened nipple.
"No, Dave, please don't," she whispered. Then another moan of wanton passion rose spontaneously in her throat as she felt his lips move lower. His tongue suddenly slurped right over the hard little nipple-bud, causing her entire body to jerk in a spasm of delight "Oh no. No, Dave," she gasped, but even as she voiced the protest, Sue arched her shoulders back, thrusting the lustfully exposed mound of her breast even more eagerly into the young man's wetly sucking lips. Her traitorous body was overcoming her conscience.
She sobbed in helpless submission before the wanton onslaught of rising passion as Dave continued to suck feverently at the tingling little nipple, his other hand sliding up inside her blouse from the back to deftly undo the snap of her brassiere.
Suddenly her body stiffened again as she felt his fingers stroking softly down over her stomach, down beneath the waist of her skirt to slip inside the tight elastic waistband of her sheer panties and brush teasingly through the softly curling hair of her cunt. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her strength against the suddenly unchecked sensations that began to surge even more wantonly through her loins. The soft stimulation of his tongue and teeth flicking maddeningly at the swollen sensitivity of her nipple, and the even more depraved sensation of his hand stroking down through the sparsely curling strands of pubic hair, brought forth even more desperate cries of submission to her lips. She knew if she let him go any further there would be no way either one of them could stop.
"Oh Dave, Dave, we have to stop," she whimpered, squirming her body in feeble resistance to the student's efforts to work his hand lower. He nestled his head hungrily up against the swelling softness of her breast, his hand pulling at the other brassiere cup to completely expose both of the lushly swelling mounds. He burrowed his head eagerly into the softly forbidden valley between them, his tongue darting with tantalizing shocks over her sensitively pulsing flesh.
"But Miss Thomas, please! I've been waiting all week to go see my girl friend, and I'm so hot I can hardly stand it."
"No. We've got to stop. We've got to stop," she muttered in an incessant and barely intelligible jumble. "Here, Miss Thomas, here," he whispered into her ear. "Feel me, Miss Thomas, feel how hard it is."
Sue shivered with an even more wanton chill of excitement at that obscene suggestion. Her body was about to explode into a thousand little electric sparks of unquenched lust. Her loins were on fire, and every inch of her desire tortured flesh cried out in lewd surrender to the passion that raged out of control inside her, beyond all her efforts at restraint. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, then at last they moved cautiously to the young man's levi-clad thigh. They started to inch slowly upward, then stopped, trembling as she fought the lewd compulsion with all her failing will.
"Oh please, Miss Thomas! I wouldn't even be stuck here now if it weren't for you. With a final sob of remorse and surrender Sue moved her hand suddenly up the youth's thigh, brushing across the fly of his levis to bring her fingers into shocking contact with the throbbing hardness of his prick tenting up inside his trousers. Her hand pressed firmly down against the resilient shaft and began to stroke rhythmically up and down on the outside of the trousers.
For a moment the young athlete seemed to quiver against her, paralyzed with his own raging need. Then an even more wildly impassioned moan burst from Sue's lips as his hand suddenly worked further down inside her panties to make lust-inspiring contact with her tingling little clitoris.
"Oh no! Oh, Dave, no!" the tormented young teacher whimpered, her buttock beginning to undulate back and forth along the bench. Little moans of pleasure issued spontaneously from her as his finger started brushing up and down over the sensitive little bud, and flicked shockingly down into the dilating slit of her cunt to part the blood-swollen cuntal lips and spread the moisture that had begun to seep freely out.
"Oh Dave! Dave!" she purred in delirium, hugging his face to the warmly heaving mounds of her breasts, squirming them up against his strong young face as she felt his fingers begin to stroke even deeper into her pulsating cuntal flesh. She knew she'd already let herself go too near the point of no return. The flourishing warmth swelling in her body for more and more of the obscenely stimulating sensation was beginning to overwhelm her. She'd never been so aroused in her life. Not even the act of intercourse itself had ever brought her to such a state, to such a brilliant promise of ecstasy. But she had to stop it somehow. She just had to.
Sue managed for the brief instant required to rally all the last stray remnants of moral fiber she possessed. She didn't even know how she did it herself, but with a strained cry of protest she tore herself away from the young man and somehow jerked his hand up out of her panties and from the waist of her miniskirt.
Gasping for breath, she slid back several feet from him on the gymnasium bench, looking at him in shock and dismay, then letting her eyes descend to the lewdly exposed sight of her own voluptuous body.
She was a picture of shame and disarray. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned down the front. Her brassiere had been unsnapped and the cups pulled up so they rested loosely above her firmly proportioned breasts. The snap and zipper of her miniskirt had been undone so that it hung parted almost to her thigh to reveal her thin bikini panties and, through them, the soft white flesh of her buttocks. The nakedly exposed nipples stood up from her breasts in tingling rigidity and shone with the saliva from Dave's mouth where he had kissed and licked and sucked them till she thought she was going to go out of her mind.
Then she looked back at the young man. He stared at her with feverish eyes, his face crimson with his own wildly aroused desire. The bulging erection of his cock swelled the crotch of his levis, and the lewdly erected tent in his trousers only served to remind Sue how far beyond the limits of sanity they had ventured.
"We've gone too far to stop now, Miss Thomas," the young stud said in a voice that was almost hoarse. Something in his tone was even more shocking to Sue than the sight of her own obscene state of half-undress. There seemed to be something too cold, too demanding, almost threatening, in the way he said that, and for a moment Sue was almost afraid of him.
"Please, Miss Thomas, look at me, I'm about to go crazy." Sue almost smiled in spite of the frustration that racked her own body, but she was relieved now. Again he seemed like the same innocent youngster to whom she had felt bonded by the shared knowledge of her own warped lust. And there was wisdom in what he'd said. They had gone too far. She couldn't leave him like this. All this was as much her fault as his, and she had taken the youth far beyond the point where she had a right to stop him. She wanted it as bad as he did, she had to admit. But she still knew that if she yielded completely to her desires right now she would never have any redemption from the compulsion that was unleashed. She would bear her own self-denial no matter how maddeningly frustrating that might be. But she could hardly condemn young Dave to do the same.
Sue cast her eyes down to the bulging erection at his crotch and spoke softly with a quivering voice. "Maybe you'd better lock the door."
"There's not anybody going to come now, Miss Thomas. There's not anybody here but us."
"All right," Sue said almost in a whisper. "I'm going to do something for you, Dave. I know I can't leave you like this. Just please promise me you'll never tell anyone. Afterwards we'll both try to forget it happened."
"Oh, I promise, Miss Thomas. I promise I won't ever tell."
"Then give me your handkerchief." Dave looked at the teacher strangely for a moment, then reached into his back pocket and took out a crumpled white handkerchief. He handed it to her and as he watched with shock and surprise, Sue reached with trembling fingers down to the crotch of his trousers and unzipped his fly. Feeling the youth's hips squirm excitedly beneath her touch, she worked her hand inside the fly of the levis and tugged his jockey shorts slowly down off the madly throbbing rigidity of his cock.
Sue gasped with lascivious hunger as it jerked free with a sudden lewdly springing motion, looming full and proud pulsing erection out of his fly. A little quiver of passion darted through her own body as she entwined her fingers lightly around the hotly pulsing resilience of the fleshy shaft and with a little downward motion tugged the foreskin back to better expose the blood-engorged head. There was a small drop of pre-come fluid that had seeped from the hole at the tip and glistened invitingly there as Sue began to draw the skin up and down on the throbbing shaft in a sensuously rhythmic motion. She continued to slowly caress the young man's hard cock for several moments before he finally spoke.
"But Miss Thomas, I want ... "
"I know what you want, Dave," the young blonde purred through her strained and quickened breath," and I want it too, but I can't. I am not like that, Dave. I know I can't leave you like this either. So just sit still and let me help you this way, and then I'll go." For a moment longer the young athlete scowled in silent protest. Then as Sue quickened the lewdly shocking motion of her hand up and down on the pulsating shaft of his cock, the frown faded from his face. She heard his breath begin to come in even hoarser gasps and he started to squirm his hips wantonly in an excited response to the obscene teasings of her hand up and down the pulsating shaft of his cock. The frown faded from his face. His breathing was even hoarser and he squirmed his hips harder and harder. Her own body still trembled with the rampaging desires that continued to course through her loins out through her belly to the tingling tips of her breasts. Her breath was coming in an equally strained panting as she further hastened the movements of her hand on the shaft of his jerking prick. It seemed to swell even larger with each successive stroke, growing longer, harder.
Then with her other hand she reached up and unbuttoned his trousers above the top of the zipper to open his fly and better expose his thickly-haired young loins to her view. As she continued her obscene masturbation of his thickly-swelling young cock, she gazed through misting eyes down at the darkly curling hair of his pubic mound and the large wrinkled sac of his balls, which she could just glimpse between his thighs. His cock twitched in her hand as if with its own tensely aroused longing and the blood-filled head looked as if it could burst any minute and send the fragrant young sperm shooting up wildly into the air.
Yet, this wasn't enough. Though Sue was determined to deny herself the utmost satisfaction her body now so desperately cried out for, she wanted to do more than this for the young man. She sought something excitingly degrading. In his own maddeningly excited lust, he now seemed suddenly defenseless. He was the passive receiver, she too much the aggressor. Still plagued by the horrible wrong she had done him, she felt the need to fall and worship him, to subjugate herself for his pleasure, and shocking as the prospect was she knew only one way to really do that, and her mind was racing crazily.
Slowly Sue decreased the swift up-and-down motions of her hand till the strokes became only a slowly tedious inching along the hotly throbbing shaft of his cock. Another little bubble of pre-come fluid appeared, to shine invitingly at the tip of the glans, and she watched it hungrily, unable to quell the even more lewdly shocking thought that had entered her mind. What would it taste like? She had never felt this way in her life, but driven by her own frenzied lust, she wanted to do this for him so badly now she couldn't stop herself. At last Sue completely ceased the motions of her hands, looking up through narrowed eyes at the young man's excited face. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her softly full lips, and she spoke in a breathless and quivering voice. "Dave, I ... I w-want to suck you off. Do you want me to? Do you want to come in my mouth instead of the handkerchief?" She thrilled at her own crazily masochistic words.
The youth gulped, swallowing hard, nodding his head vigorously up and down, though only disbelief registered in his eyes. Slowly Sue leaned her face down toward his nakedly exposed loins, bending the thickly swelling resilience of his dick backwards till it was pointed straight up toward her moistened lips. She paused again, her face poised very low over his trembling loins as she resumed the gentle skinning up and down the shaft of his eagerly twitching cock. Her lips were a bare inch from the tip, and she opened her moth and breathed softly against it, allowing her breath to blow teasingly over the wetly glistening little slit in the end to prompt a further excited jerking of the young man's hips.
"Yes, Miss Thomas!" he gasped. "Suck it. I can't wait any longer. Suck it, you bitch!" Dave's blunt words obscenely thrilled her. It was like a command. Her tongue licked gingerly from the glistening wetness of her lips, the saliva-moistened tip of it coming into titillating contact with the throbbing spongy head of his cock. She could not disobey his command. She circled the prick-head slowly, running her wanton tongue about the smooth rubber-like flesh as she heard Dave moan and felt his hips twitch in response to the lustfully exciting sensation. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end of the glans and darted wetly into it, flicking up the little drop of pre-come fluid that hung there. The tangy taste only further stimulated her, and her hand slipped eagerly down to the base of the rigidly pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the throbbing tip of it into her mouth. Her fingers played teasingly through the dark curls of pubic hair and lovingly caressed the tightly stretched sac that held his sperm-filled balls as her tongue flicked down over the smoothly straining cock-shaft.
She planted moist kisses around the jerking tip and traced a hot path down the length to the base so that her nose brushed right into the thick strands of his curly pubic hair. As he squirmed beneath her, she continued to tease him, flicking her tongue lightly, breathing softly over the sensitively pulsing shaft, yet refusing to really suck it, to give him the wanton satisfaction his lust now so urgently demanded. Then suddenly, with a deep groan in his throat, the young student reached his hands down into her long blonde hair and tugged her face closer to him as he drove his loins up eagerly.
The brutal gesture shocked the young teacher, sending a thrill coursing through her body. The powerful hands now gripped her head with the strength and determination of an iron vise. She felt suddenly helpless once more, totally helpless. It was that crazy sensation that so completely thrilled her, dissipating the vestigial remains of her moral resistance. She gave out with a muffled moan as the full length of the young man's lust-inflamed hardness came shoving up into her yielding mouth. The massively throbbing head plunged down the full length to embed itself in the back of her throat as Dave rammed his loins harder up into her face.
"Suck me!" he commanded, his grip tightening. "Suck my cock, you bitch!" Sue found herself taking a lewdly masochistic pleasure in his suddenly aggressive act, and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of his prick crush into the voluptuously tender warmth of her mouth. She closed her eyes, basking in a strange sea of joy and total submission. The fleshy young cock almost choked her, but she loved it. He was forcing it on her. She was his slave.
With a wanton moan she closed her lips tightly down over the moistened base of his cock as she began to work her head in a lewd bobbing movement up and down over his loins, swishing her tongue in wildly tantalizing movements around the sensitively pulsing head.
"Twist around so we face each other, Sue," Dave said in a gusty voice. "Yes, yes," Sue murmured without removing her lips from the massively throbbing flesh that plunged eagerly between them. She continued sucking the youth's impaling cock as he lifted one of his legs and crossed it over the gymnasium bench to straddle it so that he could lie comfortably forward, with her face directly between his thighs. Her naked breast crushed down on the hardwood, causing a renewed, titillating friction on her nipples as she lustfully squirmed her exposed torso. The position served to make it easier for the muscular youth to lunge the throbbing rigidity of his cock even deeper into her willing mouth as he began to run his hands hungrily over the sensitively naked flesh of her back.
Now that she'd shed the last of her inhibitions, Sue concentrated all her efforts on sucking young Dave's cock. With even deeper and more salacious murmurs swelling in her throat, she resumed the frenziedly up-and-down bobbing of her head, her lips stretched tightly by the blood-engorged rod of flesh that plunged into the moistly heated cavern of her mouth, her tongue still darting in wildly teasing sweeps around the pulsating head. She sucked with ravenous hunger for the sweet tasting semen she knew must already be beginning to well up in the youngster's hotly throbbing balls, swiping her tongue in softly licking movements down the resiliently pulsing shaft, muffled moans of passion coming from her throat out around the base.
"Oh wow, Sue baby, that feels so good!" she heard the young man gasp as she began to suck with an even more wanton fervor over his jerking loins. He began to fuck lewdly in and out of her hotly ovaled lips.
Louder moans of lust-incited submission spewed from her lips around the base of his throbbing cock as Dave's hips began to bounce and jerk on the bench. She felt his hands touch the softly trembling flesh of her shoulders and move down her back in a tender caress that convinced her he was truly forgiving her for the wrong she had done him. The gratitude that welled in her breast only caused her to further intensify her eager sucking of the lust-inflamed hardness surging hotly into her gratefully yielding mouth. As she sucked she imagined him still angry at her, raising a fist to beat her.
Her body began to bounce and twist with an even greater passion as she felt his hands drop beneath her arms to roughly caress her sensuously swelling breasts, his fingers tweaking harshly over the softly throbbing buds of her nipples. She sobbed in abandon, her own half-naked body coming savagely to life as she felt the young man's knees stiffen against her breast. His hips began to twitch and quiver from the life giving sperm that surged hotly in his massive balls.
"I think I'm going to come," Dave gasped. Sue resisted in protest as she felt the youngster's strong hands suddenly pushing up on her breasts, trying to lift her face from his lustfully excited loins. Then with a superhuman effort the youth shoved her up, his surging cock springing from her lips as he lifted her almost to an upright sitting position. The rough handling thrilled her.
"I can't help it. Sue. I can't hold it any longer."
"That's all right, Dave," she purred. "That's all right. I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to," she sobbed in protest. He stared back at her in awe, still holding her away from his loins. Then at last he dropped his hands from her naked flesh. She plunged her lips back down between his thighs to greedily seize the hard throbbing rigidity of his prick and suck it again to her mouth. He thrust it up even more violently between her lips, his brutal gesture thrilling her.
An instant later the first droplet of the bitter tasting young sperm shot in a thin, viscous stream far into the back of her throat. Sue gulped it down, her throat throbbing in staccato rhythm as she swallowed rapidly to keep from choking. Dave groaned, his hands kneading at the trembling nakedness of her breasts, his buttocks jerking even more furiously as the young blonde teacher clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his madly throbbing hardness. She whirled her tongue in great circles over the twitching head to suck it completely dry, not wanting to lose a single precious drop of the vital semen.
Then at last the young man's hips sank down against the gymnasium bench. Sue felt his knees trembling against her breast as she continued her wantonly hungry sucking till she had swallowed every last drop of his lewdly shooting come. A single drop had escaped from the corner of her mouth, and she darted out the tip of her tongue to lick it up and swallow it. Then she licked clean the glistening saliva coated shaft of his cock. She felt his emptied prick begin to deflate. Then, just as it was about to slip from her lips, another eager twitching began. It started to surge with rejuvenated lust back into her mouth. She sobbed in soft protest as she felt Dave's hands pushing up on the softly yielding swells of her breasts. She loved every display of his strength.
Once more he lifted her up to a seated position on the bench, then shoved her gently down till she was reclining in total surrender on her back, her thighs already spread in wide invitation from her straddled position on the hardwood bench. She closed her eyes, basking in a lustful delirium as she felt his hands working her miniskirt up to completely expose the whiteness of her thighs and the thinly transparent panties that covered the softly inviting mound of her cunt. Little moans of pleasure poured from her lips as she felt his hands stroke up the tautly straining inner smoothness of her thigh. Then his finger flicked with suddenly titillating effect inside the tight leg band of her panties, pulling it aside and brushing teasingly up through the softly curling strands of pubic hair that lined her pulsing pussy-slit. A low wail rose in her throat at the first stunning shock of his finger. It was right on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
As her hips lunged up in an eagerly gyrating motion, Sue was aware that Dave was trying with his other hand to tug his levis down. Then her buttocks shivered in an involuntarily spasmic response as his outstretched middle finger slipped wetly up into her moistly sensitive cunt. She opened her eyes, staring up crazily as she felt the distant sensations begin far up in her belly, coursing up through every inch of her flesh in a wantonly arousing torrent of bliss.
She couldn't help herself. The masochistic excitement of sucking the young man till he came, of swallowing every drop of his life giving come, had stimulated her passion beyond control and now it consumed her. Just the feel of his hand up between her thighs in the softly quivering flesh of her cunt and the tingling little bud of her clitoris was enough. As a passionate scream suddenly burst from her lips and echoed rudely back to her from the reaches of the lofty gymnasium, the power of her orgasm flooded wantonly up in her loins. She lifted up her hands to run her fingers eagerly through her blonde hair, further arching the nakedly quivering mounds of her breasts as she twisted and writhed her defenselessly exposed torso and lunged her hips in a furious fucking motion. The youngster sensed what was happening to her and instinctively knew how to fulfill her needs. His fingers began to fuck swiftly in and out of the lust-moistened flesh of her hungrily-begging cunt. The shocking strokes increased in intensity as the waves of orgasm flowed through her traitorous body. Each stroke stopped short at her virginal membrane. Now Dave knew that she had never been fucked.
Sue closed her eyes, languishing in a sea of ecstasy as the little tremors coursed up and down from her loins through the softly trembling flesh of her betraying body. The racking spasms consumed her, continuing till she thought they would never end. Then at last she opened her eyes, again starting in delirium down at her lustfully writhing nakedness, then looking up toward the dark ceiling of the gymnasium. At last her gaze shifted to the tiers of the grandstand, and for a fleeting instant she had the craziest fantasy that they were not empty, but filled with a madly cheering crowd. How excitingly humiliating to be raped in front of a crowd.
A sob rose in Sue's throat as she realized how far beyond the boundaries of sanity she had gone in her actions today. She knew suddenly that it was the inevitable to which she had yielded. As insane and terrible as her submission to her warped lusts had been, she now took a strange comfort in the fact that she could not have helped herself. Sooner or later it would have had to happen anyway, but she knew she couldn't take anymore now. Her desire had temporarily been satiated by her sudden unexpected orgasm that had welled up beyond control through every lust-maddened fiber of her traitorous body. She must have some time now to come to grips with herself. Maybe she could regain her self-control and prevent anything like this from ever happening again.
"I want to fuck you, Miss Thomas," the student said. Sue managed a feeble smile as she shook her head lightly from side to side. "No Dave, I can't take anymore." She paused. "I'll come back tomorrow evening at the same time, and maybe we can just talk."
"Sure, Miss Thomas," the young stud said with a leer. He rose, watching the voluptuous swaying of her body. Sure, he said to himself. Just talk. And then we can just fuck. And I'm going to make sure, he thought, that the boys know all about it. I've got to get something in exchange for getting kicked off the team.
CHAPTER THREE
It was Sunday night, and the campus was deserted. A couple of basketball players, however, were hiding in the darkened gymnasium. They were Les Oswald and Marty Koontz, Dave's best friends. The two boys were beginning to think it was a practical joke, when they heard the side door to the gym open with a loud creak. It was followed by the sound of footsteps. A single light came on.
"Sh-h-h-h. Here they come," Les whispered, nudging the hulking youngster crouched beside him behind a pile of tumbling mats.
The two friends waited in tense silence, sweating from the stifling heat as they heard the sounds of the two people coming into the gym and making their way towards the padded rubdown table. Then they heard her voice.
"Dave, wait just a minute, please. I have to explain something to you." It was Miss Thomas, all right. "Oh Dave! Won't someone see us?"
"Nobody's going to see us," Dave said. "There's just one window back here and it's got a curtain over it." Sue gazed with a flushed face at the powerful young man. In spite of the vow she had made before she'd come here tonight, she felt an undeniable surge of excitement and want as her eyes roved hungrily over his muscular figure. But she'd already resolved that she couldn't go through with the lewd act he had requested last night. As badly as she wanted it, she had to deny herself. She had to seize control of her depraved lust now, before it overcame her for evermore. Also, she had to preserve her virginity for marriage.
"See here's the table," Dave said. "It's almost as good as a bed."
"Dave I've got to tell you something. Turn around and listen to me." Sue took a deep breath, her eyes glossing over as she looked pleadingly at him. She flicked her tongue softly out of her mouth to moisten her sensuously parted lips, her body trembling.
"Dave. What happened yesterday, when I made love to you with my mouth ... that was an accident." Wow, thought Lies Oswald, straining his ears to hear her soft voice from his concealed position. So Dave hadn't been lying. The teacher really had sucked his cock! That beautiful blonde teacher sucked Doctor D's cock!
"I don't understand," said Dave. "I thought you wanted to." Sue bit her lip. A few hours ago she thought maybe she would. Then she had worked it out in her mind how she could explain to the handsome youth why she couldn't let herself go any further. She'd thought she knew the words with which she could explain away yesterday's wanton exhibition as an accident. Yet now it didn't seem to make any sense, even to her. The whole line of thought was a jumble in her tortured mind.
"Of course I wanted to Dave," she whispered. "Of course I did. And I guess I might as well admit ... I still want to make love to you. But don't you understand? What we're doing is wrong. It's wrong for me to feel the way I do. We've got to stop ourselves before it goes any further. You're an innocent young man, Dave. And I'm corrupting you." Her voice faded and she bit her lip to fight down the tears that almost welled in her eyes at the youth's downcast look.
Dave hung his head for a moment, then looked up brightly. "You're not corrupting me, Miss Thomas. Honest! I've fucked Barbara."
"Oh Dave," she sighed. Then she set her lips grimly, shaking her head. "I'm going now Dave. I have to. I just hope you won't be too angry with me. Sue paused again as she saw the now familiar sullen and viciously brutal look come back into Dave's eyes. She shivered. Once more she was reminded of her responsibility for the unjust punishment he was submitting to, and she realized that it must be terrible for him. It was almost like being in reform school.
"But I'm stuck here all by myself," Dave said relaxing a bit. Then he gazed up at her again with a woeful look in his blue eyes. "I'm here by myself and my girl friend's probably got another date for next weekend.
And you virtually told me, Miss Thomas. You coming here tonight is the only thing I've had to look forward to all day. Why else would we come here?"
Sue retreated backwards as the athlete stepped slowly toward her.
"I'm sorry Dave, I'm so sorry for what I've done to you but ... "
"And I like you Miss Thomas, I really like you, too. More than any of the girls here in town."
"Oh no, Dave, please don't touch me now," she gasped suddenly with a loud sucking in of her breath. Behind the pile of mats, Les Oswald could control his curiosity no longer. Turning in the darkness and making a gesture for silence with his finger against his lips, he stepped quietly outward to peer at the couple.
"No, please," Sue whimpered again as Les saw his friend Dave step closer to the shapely blonde, whose body was now pressed in retreat up against the massage table. Les could see the crazed frenzy in Miss Thomas eyes as Dave's hand moved up to caress the sensuously straining fullness of her breast. He heard the soft whimper rise in her throat as his friend pressed his body to her, his hand eagerly crushing the upthrust mound.
Sue struggled hard, almost jerking her body away from Dave. The powerful young stud reached out to regain his grip as she tried to twist away. As he did so, he caught a glimpse over her shoulder of Les Oswald, darting back to the safety of the piled tumbling mats. His friends were watching, his teammates. He had boasted about how easily he had seduced the beautiful blonde teacher, and now he was on the verge of making a fool of himself. He grabbed the luscious young woman in his strong arms, pulling her to him and spinning her against the padded rubbing table.
She was the one who had set him up for this. First she had enticed him into kissing her at practice, and then she had lied to get him fuck her and she was resisting him in front of his friends. It made mad as hell, and he tightened his grip on her.
"O-h-h-h," Sue moaned as she felt the iron-clad grasp of the hulking young athlete's powerful hands on her softly feminine shoulders. She felt the animalistic necessity in his brute force, the irresistible hunger in his manly violence.
It thrilled her. She felt herself melting as she had done twice before in his arms. She longed to feel the punishing thrust of his brick-stiff cock in the moistly seeping confines of her cuntal cavity, but she knew it was wrong, all wrong. She couldn't be giving herself to any man, and she shouldn't be further corrupting this student at the college. With all her willpower, she twisted and strained against his steely grip.
A flame of passion lit the face of the angry young stud. Mistaking her moral convictions for repulsion at the sight of him, he raged inside his seething skull. So she wouldn't have him, huh? He would see about that. Noticing a skipping rope hanging on a peg on the wall nearby, he let her go for just the few seconds it took to dart over and retrieve it. He grabbed her hands and twisted both of them behind her back, then tied them swiftly with the rope.
"Oh-h-h," he heard her groan. "What are you doing to me, Dave?"
"I'm tying you up, little wildcat," he said, "so I can feel all over that sweet body of yours." The young blonde grew limp at the feeling of the tight binding on her wrists. The ropes cut into her flesh, sending seismic waves of hot sensuality coursing up her arms to her torso, filling her breasts with a tingling sensation that made her wish she was naked. She tugged once against the hastily tied ropes, but the feel of resistance wilted her will, and she felt the heated juices collecting within the molten sheath of her flaming pussy. She was helpless again, subdued more by the license her captivity gave to her roiling desires than by the actual bindings on her wrists.
She looked up into the gleaming-eyed face of the ardent young stud, feeling the hot wetness of his passionate breath on her lust-puffed and anxiety-trembling lips. Their mouths met in steamy unity, and Sue felt his thickly masculine tongue penetrate her oral cavity with sensuous vengeance. His mighty arms were now fully around her, crushing her, squeezing her to him. She felt the hot moistness in her panties as her steaming juices leaked from her now fully aroused cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h," she heard herself moan in abject submission to the young man's fervent desires. His hands were moving downward, searchingly, hungrily. They pulled her away from the massage table, then curved down over the twin humps of her deliciously proportioned buttocks. His strong fingers kneaded the delicately tender flesh of her pear-shaped buttocks. The greedily ardent power in his strong hands sent a jolt of electric energy rippling through the young blonde's body, weakening her further, making her droop limply against the statue-like rigidity of his frame. She felt the skipping rope fall to the gymnasium floor, but her hands could not respond to their liberation, could not rise to push the hot-blooded stud away.
His hands had come up to steady her, and now they kneaded her massive breasts through her sweater and brassiere. "Oh please don't Dave! Please don't do that to me!" Sue begged, looking down in a mingling of horror and excitement as the athlete pressed his muscular body against hers, his hand moving away from her breast to her back and dropping again to the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks.
His loins drove hard against her softly inviting thighs. Then the youth bounced up onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing down eagerly against Sue's sensuously parted lips his tongue flicking wetly into her mouth as she felt his hands drop lower on the firmness of her buttocks. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting with all her strength against the uncontrollable sensations that began to course suddenly out through her body. But the rough kneading of his fingers into the sensitive flesh around her trembling ass-cheeks and the pressure of his hard young cock looming rigidly up in his trousers to grind teasingly against the softness of her thighs brought soft moans of lust to her lips that could not be quieted.
Sue gasped, holding her breath as she felt his strong fingers begin to work the material of her skirt up over her thighs. She made a feeble effort to tug away from him as the hem of the skirt raised completely off her buttocks. Then her body stiffened when his fingers darted eagerly into the top of the tight waistband of her wet panties and moved with lewdly searing deliberateness down the sensitive crack between her defensively clenching ass-cheeks.
"Oh no, Dave! Don't touch me there." She sobbed in a straining voice as she felt his fingers move lower down the forbidden crack to stroke teasingly over the little clenching hole of her puckered anus. A shiver coursed through the whole length of her body as his hand moved even lower to brush through the softly curling hair of her cunt from behind. It found exciting contact with her moistening little pussy-slit nestled up between her thighs. They were wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated through her whole loins, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building in her breast.
The resolve that had been so steadfast when she'd first come here was fading despite everything she could do to resist the wanton lust surging up nakedly in her body. She couldn't fight back. She was powerless to resist. She did not have the will to make herself struggle. Her vagina was already deliciously moistened and she felt her hips squirming suddenly in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his finger stroking up into the forbidden softness between her thighs.
This young brute was just too dominant for her to fight. Behind the mats, Les' mouth gaped open wide as he watched the lewdly shocking assault his friend was inflicting on the teacher. She wore a tight-fitting sweater that emphasized her full-swelling breasts and a skirt that would have come only halfway to her knees, had Dave not tugged it up completely off the flaring ripeness of her buttocks. Les had never seen anything so exciting in his life as he watched Miss Thomas' squirming ass-cheeks clenching and twitching through the transparency of her panties as Dave began a rapid finger-fucking up between her lushly trembling thighs. The skirt was bunched in a lewd bundle about her waist and Dave's dick was grinding up swiftly against the almost unprotected warmth of her loins. His hands stroked up faster between the softness of her ass-cheeks from behind and burrowed relentlessly up into the defenseless flesh of her cunt in front. "Oh Dave! Please turn me loose and let me go home," Sue purred helplessly before his desire-arousing attack. "But Miss Thomas! You promised! You promised you'd let me fuck you." The young man blew his breath teasingly over the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered the obscenely shocking words into her ear, his tongue flicking in a tantalizing trail over her, softly heated flesh.
"But...." her voice trailed off as the finger stroking up between her thighs suddenly came into wantonly stimulating contact with warmly swollen bud of her clitoris. A violent shiver shook her squirming body, and she had to hold her breath to keep from screaming because of the titillating sensations swelling through her tortured loins.
"Oh-h-h-h," she wailed suddenly, losing all control over the delirious passion that now consumed her from the frenzied tweaking of his finger over her sensitive little clitoris. In a sudden gesture her hands moved up to run her fingers eagerly through the young man's hair. She turned his face up toward hers and covered his mouth with her own in an even more lustful kiss than he'd given her before.
Sue parted her thighs wider, feeling his finger stroke deeper into her moistly yielding pussy-slit, and muffled little moans of passion rose in her throat as she sucked the young man's tongue deeply into her mouth and squirmed the voluptuous softness of her breasts up against his chest. She was beaten. All her resolve had left her. She loved being dominated by this strong man!
"Oh Dave," she gasped. "You don't know what you're doing to me! You don't know what you're doing."
"I want to fuck you, Miss Thomas. I'm going to duck you. I've wanted it ever since the first time I saw you. When you used to come to the gym to watch me shoot baskets I was so afraid I'd get a hard-on in my shorts that I could hardly even concentrate on my slam dunks."
Sue almost wanted to scream from her excitement at the lewd things he was saying to her. Under other circumstances she would have found them shocking and insulting, but now they only furthered her helpless submission to the lust that overwhelmed her last defenses. She should have known she couldn't come here tonight and maintain her resolve not to go through with it, not to let him fuck her. She should have stayed away. Now she couldn't stop herself. She had passed the point of no return.
"Okay Dave," Sue sobbed in final surrender. "But this is the last time I'm coming here. We absolutely can't go on after tonight." Sue's face was flushed and glowing, her nakedly exposed breasts heaving with her strained breathing as she reached down and unsnapped her skirt, then pulled the zipper slowly down the side of her widely flaring ass-cheeks. With a sensuous wriggling motion of her hips she drew the skirt slowly off the softly rounded flesh of her buttocks and pulled it down the length of her long lithe thighs to fall in a heap on the floor.
Les could feel Marty Koontz's heavy strained breath on the back of his neck as the bigger boy clamored to get a better look for himself. Mow the teacher, wearing nothing but her thinly revealing panties, waited beside the table for Dave to pull off his levis. Then just as the young man did so, shedding his jockey shorts in the same motion to suddenly expose the lust-inflamed hardness of his rigid young cock, Marty got a full view of the action.
Crazed by the wanton lust surging through her already moistened loins, Sue gasped as the youth's turgid prick loomed up suddenly in shocking exposure, the blood engorged head palpitating. A little drop of pre-come fluid glistened at the tiny slit at the tip. It was like a dream she could hardly believe. It was really going to happen now, and in the delirium of her craving she remembered with an eerie fascination that last day she'd come to the gymnasium to watch the young student practice. He'd let her feel his muscle. She'd gone home and masturbated, dreaming that it was not her obscenely fucking finger, but the youth's rigidly hard cock that brought her to her lustfully shattering climax. Now the dream was coming true!
Then she moaned with an even greater desire as the naked man stepped back to her, his hands moving around her nakedly exposed hips to slide once more inside the waistband of her sheer white panties and down the sensitively forbidden crack between her trembling ass-cheeks. She moaned as he stroked back through the moistened fringe of pubic hair and wormed his out-thrust finger slowly up between her pulsating pussy-lips. She made little wanton murmuring sounds in her throat as he snuggled his face up between the voluptuously revealed mounds of her breasts. His tongue flicked with electrically shocking contact over the ripened buds of her nipples as he began to slowly work her panties down off the twin cheeks of her buttocks and tinglingly soft flesh of her thighs. With a lust-strained gasp Sue wrapped her arms around the young athlete, tugging his face up even tighter into the deep valley between the softly rounded swells of her breasts. Her hands stroked through his curling hair, her naked loins squirming as she felt the rigidly throbbing flesh of rockhard cock prodding with stimulating effect up into the sensitive softness between her thighs.
"Oh yes," she purred. '"Yes, Dave, fuck me now. Fuck me like I've never dreamed of being fucked in my life." Her body almost going limp, Sue climbed onto the table in a reclining position, pulling the young man on top of her. Sue lay in an almost spread-eagled position on the padded table. It was just a little too narrow for the both of them. But the soft padding served as a comfortable cushion for her head, and by hanging her right leg off the side and lifting the left she was able to make ample room for the eagerly squirming youth down between her thighs. Through blurring eyes she gazed up at him as he hovered over her, her hands stroking softly across the rippling muscles of his back as she felt the fleshy hardness of his naked young prick surge up against the full length of her quivering cuntal slit. The jerking cock-head rested throbbingly between her widespread pussy-lips, insinuating itself up and down in a maddeningly teasing motion that caused her to twitch her hips eagerly, her love-hungry cunt searching desperately for the blood filled tip. She had to have it in her, right now! Her whole body was screaming for it.
Sue reached her hand down in panic between their hotly squirming bodies to grasp the full length of Dave's rigidly flexing prick. Her fingers entwined tightly around it to stroke in a gentle up-and-down motion. She could feel its spasmodic throbbing against her palm, and as she flicked her fingers over the glans she felt the warmly sticky pre-come fluid that seeped out in anticipation of the lewd ejaculation to come. Then she guided the pulsing head up into the softly quivering mouth of her cunt, not letting it lose contact with her flesh till it was poised in lustful threat right between her blonde-fringed pussy-lips. She held it there with one hand and moved her other quickly down the youth's muscular back to his nakedly clenching buttocks, pulling with all her strength to draw him up between her thighs and let his lust inflamed hardness drown the gnawing passion that raged completely out of control through her desire-tortured loins.
Dave jerked his hips eagerly forward, and Sue felt her softly pulsating cuntal lips stretching slowly open as his swollen cock-head rammed abruptly right up into her pussy. She emitted a low groan from deep in her throat at the faint stab of pleasing pain as her moistened, curl-fringed cunt-lips yielded to let the head of his relentlessly surging cock thrust up inside.
"Oh-h-h-h yes," she moaned out suddenly, shaking her head from side to side, biting her lip in the agonizing frustration of having his blood-engorged prick penetrating just between the lust-tortured lips of her cunt, yet still not in her.
"Oh please, Dave. Fuck me. Fuck me now," she wailed softly, tugging down even harder on the firmly muscled nakedness of his clenching ass-cheeks. His own body quivered from the excitement of seeing the lovely blonde teacher totally surrendered and at his mercy, and Dave shoved his hips forward even more eagerly, feeling the strongly resisting membrane give way suddenly and the delicate cuntal lips flower open even further. His hotly pulsating rod of flesh drove slowly up into the lust-heated depths of her blood-moistened cunt.
Miss Thomas, sensuously aroused body jerked and quivered, lunging wildly up to receive him. A deeper groan issued from her throat as her arms wrapped tightly around his back and he felt the aching shaft of his cock ram relentlessly into the depths of her warmly pulsing cuntal flesh, then, suddenly, his heavy balls slapped into the crack between her buttocks.
Her trembling legs jerked out on either side of her body, kicking up into the air as the sudden, shocking spasms coursed from her vagina through every fiber of her lust crazed flesh. She felt a combination of her own blood and passionately flowing juices lubricating her cunt for his thrusting cock, and her obscenely impaled body trembled with the ecstasy of finally having the hard cock all the way up inside her. She knew now that at last she was doing her utmost to expiate her guilt for the terrible wrong she had done him. Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled through the softly quivering flesh of her loins, exuding outward to completely overwhelm her in a torrent of joy and lust as she heard the young stud groan above her and felt him flex his cock deep up inside her sensitive pussy flesh.
With frenzied jerks of the young student's buttocks the lustfully palpitating head of his cock seemed to burrow deeper into her loins. Again she snuggled his face down to her sensuously arched breasts, her own body beginning to writhe in lewd response as his tongue flicked wetly over the sensitive buds of her nipples and he began to squirm and jerk his hips, plunging the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock rhythmically in and out of her quivering cuntal flesh. It prompted little involuntary contractions around the pistoning shaft of his cock as she whimpered wildly through whitely bared teeth. Her hands again stroked eagerly through the young man's hair. Soft and distant-sounding cries exuded from her throat as she began undulating her buttocks up against him from the rub-down table beneath.
"O-h-h-h," Sue gasped, holding her breath as Dave stiffened above her, his hands exploring cautiously over the gently perspiring flesh of her naked body. Little moaning sounds continued to pour from her open mouth, and he could feel the urgent shuddering from her inner pussy flesh around the lustfully swelling head of his cock, the clasping cuntal softness beginning a smooth wet sucking around the throbbing shaft as he flexed and throbbed his blood-gorged cockhead deeper into her mercilessly skewered cunt. He could hardly contain himself as her groans of pleasure began to echo through the hush of the gymnasium, and the thought that his friends Les and Marty were watching and listening to every lust-crazed whimper or cry that issued from her lips only further thrilled the youth and intensified his excited sensation of conquest.
Sue's head lolled from side to side on the padded table and her buttocks started a hungry little rolling motion about his impaling rod of flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, and the faint pain she'd experienced at the first shocking penetration had faded completely, giving way to a maddeningly electric excitement that began deep up inside her cunt and flowed relentlessly out through the raw nerve-ends of her naked flesh. It rippled through the softly clasping walls of her pussy and out over the blonde hair-lined lips, dancing across the milk-white softness of her thighs and up the full length of her widespread legs.
The sensuously palpitating nipples of her breasts peaked into tiny buds that were even more sensitive to the continued lascivious lickings of the youth's tongue. Her whole desire-tortured body was obsessed, and as she began to writhe and toss more savagely to the wanton sensations that consumed her, thinly glistening rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of the full pulsating mounds of her breasts, and her face assumed an expression of sheer insanity from her wildly surging need.
Sue arched and rotated her hips in a frenzied motion from side to side around the fleshy impaling cock, her vagina dilating as Dave began to fuck slowly up and down between her thighs. Soft purrs of wanton pleasure poured from her lips and she flexed the velvet-like inner walls of her cunt so that they nibbled hungrily at the inflated young cock-head driving in and out of her.
"Oh it's good, Dave. It's good," she moaned softly into his ear. Then suddenly a more intense spasm shook her nakedly squirming body as the man ground his pelvis down harder into the savagely responding flesh beneath him. She arched her loins up furiously against him to lift them both a few inches off the table. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her buttocks up and down in a frenzied rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the table in wanton abandon. Then suddenly one of her hands moved up to grab Dave's wrist and she tugged it quickly down to shove his hand beneath her lustfully jerking buttocks.
Sue jumped forward, shivering in an upward tossing of her body that almost pitched the youth off the padded rubdown table.
She cried out from the sharp stab of pain. Her virginal asshole had been penetrated by a finger. Dave hesitated, staring in awe down at her lust-contorted face as she gazed back with her wantonly pleading eyes. He was hurting her too badly. He had gone too far, he thought, and he was just about to pull the finger out when with a sudden, more agonized, whimper she screwed her softly clenching buttocks back down on his finger to sink it even deeper up into the tightly resisting flesh of her rectum.
"Yes, yes," Sue purred in masochistic bliss, relishing the stabbing pain of the finger up inside her sensitive rectal flesh. She was so hot she could hardly stand it and every bit of sensation her body could extract from the wanton submission was now welcome, even the pain and humiliation of having him finger-fucking her inside this tightly forbidden orifice, this sacred channel.
Feeling his cock surge to an even greater and more heavily throbbing proportion from the raw excitement of jabbing his finger into the tight anus, Dave began to fuck more brutally into the softly pulsing flesh of her cunt. He wriggled his extended middle finger far up into the heated depths of her invaded rectum and through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, he could feel the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Grunting in lust and triumph, the wild young stud began to skewer simultaneously in and out of both of the sensitively welcoming orifices of her loins in rhythmic motions that prompted even further moans and screams of wanton pleasure from her throat.
From behind the pile of tumbling mats, Les Oswald and Marty Koontz watched with shocked disbelief as their classmate fucked wildly up between the legs of the hungrily squirming young teacher. From their vantage point, her face was clearly visible and Les knew it wouldn't be long till she was coming. Neither of the two had ever even seen fucking, and the sight of Dave doing it to Miss Thomas thrilled them beyond their wildest dreams.
On the table, Dave could feel his cock growing and expanding inside the woman's pussy,' till he felt as though it was going to burst forth in almost immediate ejaculation from the overwhelming pleasure building in his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped heavily into the crevice of her buttocks below. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He had to make her come soon. He began to ram his lustfully aroused cock into her with even longer, harder strokes in time with the more vicious skewering of his finger up between her wildly squirming buttocks. Her thighs entwined around his hips, clenching tightly to draw him even deeper up into her throat.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me harder," she chanted lewdly, jackknifing her legs up higher so Dave could gaze down under his muscular body and watch the glistening shaft of his cock lunging obscenely in and out of the blonde hair-fringed lips of her cunt. Her pussy protested with clinging resistance on the outstroke, then flowered open wider as he screwed back in.
Sue's face was contorted with passion. Wild shudders coursed through her body. Dave was fucking into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs as he felt the moistly heated flesh of her cunt clasping like a mouth around his own hotly throbbing cock. He fucked her from the tips of his toes, with every ounce of effort he could muster, to ram the whole length of his rigidly pulsing hardness deep up into her quivering pussy-flesh. He brought more and more wantonly ecstatic moans and screams from her lips to resound rudely through the college gymnasium.
Her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wide, gazing glassy-eyed up at him as the brutal onslaught of cock and finger continued. She felt totally dominated, completely helpless beneath the cruelly sadistic and viciously animalistic pounding, and she responded to every fiery second of it. Her orgasmic waves began deep in her belly. Her lips bared back again over her teeth to groan out even more insanely desperate sounds of pleading. Her arms had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her fingernails digging eagerly into the soft muscles of his back, but now they slithered down to claw frenziedly at his muscular buttocks as they clenched and jerked above her unprotected loins.
She wanted to come so badly she could have screamed. Wetly smacking noises echoed through the gym to punctuate the moans coming from her throat as she fucked savagely up beneath him. Then suddenly the movements of her body completely ceased.
She lay motionless under him, but he could feel the tension surging through her soft voluptuous flesh as a low and distant-sounding wail, different from all her other cries, swelled out to shatter the fleeting instant of silence. Suddenly she began to wave her buttocks in obscenely uncontrollable abandon from side to side. She spiraled her softly yielding cuntal flesh more crazily up and down on his plunging shaft.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh you vicious man!" she squealed with a high-pitched gasp, locking her ankles in a strong grip high up behind his laboring back. Her body arched and quivered as she clung tightly to him, jerking in a little spasming rhythm as the orgasmic secretions of her cunt flowed out freely around his still hotly plunging cock and dribbled down the wide-split crevice of her ass-cheeks to soak his tortured balls as they slapped against her tiny puckered anus.
Dave watched the obscene contortions of her face with salacious triumph as he sensed that the orgasm was engulfing her. It gave him a lewd thrill to think of this woman who had gotten him into so much trouble now groveling in totally frenzied passion beneath him, and he lunged his buttocks as hard as he could, taking pleasure in the jolting thrust that racked her nakedly quivering body. It was a sublimely sadistic pleasure. Then suddenly his own hips tensed. "O-h-h h," he heard himself moan.
"Oh yes, Dave. Yes! Come with me," the blonde cried out in still greater delirium. The young man tried to hold himself back a little longer, but it was no use. Her helpless submission had aroused him beyond the point of control, and he gasped into the burning moistness of her mouth as he felt the violent bursting beginning in his own loins, heard her even more insanely whimpering cries and felt her arms tightening hungrily about his neck, smothering wet kisses all over his face. Then with a deep, soul-shattering groan that went on and on from his lips, he exploded inside her, shooting his hotly squirting come far up into the fiery depths of her greedily spasming pussy walls. He kept on lunging, harder and harder, jolting her body and prompting a rhythmic stream of gasps from her lips as his white-hot sperm jetted into the enveloping softness between her thighs, till the last drop of come had drained reluctantly from his balls. Then at last he gasped and sagged down on her exhaustedly quivering body.
"Dave, that was wonderful, it was really wonderful." Being a slave to his sadistic power was all she craved.
"Thanks, Miss Thomas," he replied. "You're welcome, Dave," Sue said softly, gently starting to push him off her. "Now I've got to go," she said. "And Dave, I hope I've paid you back for that terrible thing I did. I hope you'll ... call it even, and somehow we can both forget this happened." She paused, looking at him tenderly, shaking her head gently. "We just can't go on, Dave. I can't go on letting you do it to me."
Dave nodded, grinning. "Yes ma'am," he said with a chuckle to himself. Sue rose from the padded rubdown table, and even as she retrieved her clothes, she was promising herself never to do anything like this again. How could she have allowed herself to be drawn into such a terrible pattern of behavior? Just a few days ago she had been chaste. Now she was veritable slut. She had allowed her body to be used sexually, and what's more she'd thoroughly enjoyed it. Worse yet, she had thrilled to the perverse pleasures of being sadistically treated, sensuously dominated. She had especially thrilled to the bondage of the jump rope.
The events of the day bore in on her. She realized with a chill of horror that she was no longer a virgin. She could hardly believe what she had just done. She had allowed one of the students of the college to fuck her! What she had refused to do with older men she had done with a young guy whom she should have been looking out for. She was totally ashamed, guilt-ridden, depressed to the point of suicide.
There was only one hope for her. She must control herself in the future. She must put her shamefully degenerate mistakes behind her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come in," Sue said, looking up from her book as she heard the knock on the door of her classroom. It was late Monday afternoon.
The door opened and Dave stepped through, grinning brightly, his eyes descending eagerly from Sue's sultry face down the smoothly throbbing swells of her breasts. She felt a sudden warm anticipation course through her body, only slightly tempered by the nervousness and guilt that had plagued her since last night's final submission to Dave and to the long-suppressed, masochistic cravings that had finally over come her.
"Oh, Dave," she gasped softly. "I don't think you should come here. I'm afraid we might arouse suspicion, and I told you anyway that we can't go on doing what we did last night."
Dave shrugged, closing the door behind him and walking on into the room. "Everything's all right," he said in total disregard of her alarm. "I told the coach I had a headache to get out of practice."
With a feverish excitement that raged completely out of her control Sue let her eyes rove hungrily over the young athlete's powerfully muscular body. She'd thought of nothing or no one but him since last night. She'd vowed it would never happen again, that she would never let herself go like that, but already she found it impossible to quell the lewd surges of craving that seeped out through her loins. Last night's episode had done nothin but whet her appetite for being dominated and sexually brutalized by Dave Forbes. All she could think about was the thrill of the skipping rope when it was tied around her wrist. Yet, somehow, she had to stop herself. If this went any further, she knew it would be her ruin.
"All right, Dave," said Sue with an almost cracking voice. "I'll give you some small talk, but I really don't want you to stay here. You've got to understand, Dave. You've just got to go! What happened last night and the night before last can't happen again."
"I want to see you again, Miss Thomas," the young stud said, looking her straight in the eyes. "Tonight." For a moment Sue found it impossible to speak. The mere thought that she could, at will, repeat her obscene performance with the youngster again tonight caused an even keener surge of excitement to swell against all her wishes up through the softly tingling mounds of her breasts. Now that the first barrier had been broken and she'd had a taste of the ecstasy of making love with the sadistic youth, her desire had only increased. She wanted him more now, it seemed, than she ever had in her life, and it was with a faint-hearted rallying of courage that Sue shook her head.
"No, Dave, I can't. That's final. So please go now."
"I promised a couple of my teammates, Les and Marty, that I'd bring you to the gym," Dave said grinning.
Sue stared at him in shocked disbelief, a little gasp rising in her throat that caused the full mounds of her breasts to heave up even more prominently. Her face paled and her eyes widened, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to brush nervously over her voluptuous pink lips. But the shock of what he'd said was almost too great. It numbed her and for a moment the full implications of it eluded her almost blank mind.
"And I sure don't want to let them down, Miss Thomas. Neither one of them have ever had a piece of ass before." There was total silence, save for sound of Sue's heavily strained breathing. Again her tongue flicked nervously from her mouth to moisten her full sensual lips as she stared in lingering disbelief at the young athlete. She must have heard wrong, she thought. She must have imagined this whole turn of the conversation. It just couldn't be true!
Sue had not the slightest comprehension how long the silence lasted as she sat there gasping for breath, staring in hurt and dismay and disbelief at the young student, his words echoing again and again shockingly in her mind. She felt dizzy, almost nauseous, and for a moment she thought she was going to collapse onto the desk. Then she shook her head, a lump swelling in her throat that made it even more difficult to speak.
"You told some of the other students about us?"
"But Dave, don't you realize what you've done? Don't you realize it will be all over school now? I'll be ruined. They'll even know I was lying about what happened that day at the gymnasium when I got you in trouble----" Her voice trailed off slowly as she began to understand, and the hurt she felt at the realization was more deadening even than the original shock when Dave had first let her know that he hadn't kept her secret, but what could she say? There was still no way to justify her own terrible actions, and she knew she had asked for all this. She deserved whatever fate befell her now.
"Just go, Dave," she sobbed. "Just go away and leave me alone for a while."
"There's more," he said flatly. "My friends Les Oswald and Marty Koontz were watching us in the gym last night. They were behind that pile of tumbling mats. They saw everything."
Sue felt tears form in her eyes and begin to spill softly down her cheeks as she stared in horror at the cold-faced young man.
"Why did you do this to me, Dave? Why did you do it?" She looked up with pleading eyes but the young man said nothing. "I guess understand," she continued finally, looking down at the desk. "All right," Sue nodded helplessly. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to come up to the gym at ten tonight. Les and Marty will be there with me.
Sue looked back in silence at the grinning youth for a moment, then shook her head. "What if I don't come?"
"If you don't come, we'll take the whole story to Dean Wells."
"You wouldn't dare! You'd get in as much trouble as I would." Sue found it difficult to even recognize the cruelly cynical gaze with which the young man beheld her. There was something very worldly in his expression now, that existed as something independent of his twenty-one years. It reminded her of the face of a card player who held a winning hand and knew it. It was an eternal look of triumph, of victor gloating over victim, and it existed beyond the bounds of age or youth. Yet now it caused a different, even more poignantly submissive craving to stir in her helplessly moistening loins. It was a sadistic look.
"I think you'd get in more trouble than I would Miss Thomas," he said coldly. Sue knew he was right. It would still be she who had to bear the final blame, and she had no doubt now that the young man wouldn't hesitate to expose her if she didn't submit to his demands. After the wrong she had done him she couldn't blame him for holding a grudge. But he was so cruel!
"I think you want to come anyway, Miss Thomas," Dave said in a sincere tone. "I think you're going to like to have three of us take turns fucking you ... raping you ... brutalizing you."
A part of Sue recoiled in shock at the lewd suggestion, but another part of her couldn't help but respond lustfully to the sordid vision that passed through her mind as she imagined what it would be like to be the helpless sex-object of not one but three eager young men, three muscular athletes.
As she watched, still dazed by the shock and hurt that had been inflicted on her, Dave spoke. "I'll see you tonight, Miss Thomas," he said almost lightly as he started toward the door.
"Dave," she gasped just as he was going out. He paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Dave ... please be careful you don't let any of this out to anyone else."
He was thoughtful for a few seconds. "I won't," he finally said. "I won't tell anyone except my teammates." Then, his flat expression still on his face, he left the classroom, leaving Sue alone. She left the campus a half-hour later, and on her way home stopped by a supermarket and picked up a pint of bourbon.
She was so nervous she could hardly stand it. A terrible struggle was going on in her consciousness. She had to figure a way to escape her horrible dilemma, and she had to convince herself that she really wanted to escape.
Now it was almost nine-thirty, and she sat in her kitchen slowly sipping the highball she'd fixed. She'd hardly been able to eat her supper and the alcohol was going straight to her head, making it even more difficult to grapple with her problem. In the final analysis Sue knew that she had no choice. She was completely at the mercy of the young athletes. She had to do whatever they demanded.
Sue continued to sip her drink. In spite of the acute dread that filled her, she was also aware of a strange yearning that seemed to grow more powerful with each passing moment. Aided by the liberating effects of the alcohol, her imagination roamed freely through a sordid series of compelling visions as she dreamed of the shocking things the three youths might do to her when she finally got to the college gym. Her body tingled with unwanted desire, from the tips of the nipples of her breasts all the way down to her toes, as she remembered the sheer ecstasy of the two nights spent with Dave. As those lust-inciting memories surged through her consciousness, she couldn't prevent her mind's daring play with the possible combinations that could be arranged when there were three of the eager athletes taking her together.
It was almost ten when Sue finished the drink she'd resolved would be her last, and got up to prepare to go out. She had no idea what she should wear, but the choice seemed as if it would be a reflection of her own intended response to the obscene blackmail scheme she was being subjected to. If she dressed to please, it could be taken as acceptance, or even that she welcomed the young athlete's lewd scheme. On the other hand, no amount of conservative dress could discourage them or protect her. She knew that well enough. Oddly, in spite of all the terrible insult and humiliation contained in what the men were doing to her, Sue could not completely quell her own vanity. She did not want to be unattractive to Dave, or to his friends Les and Marty, no matter how much she might wish to avoid the implication that she was going out of her way to actually invite the obscene subjugation.
At last Sue selected a lovely blouse that buttoned down the front and a miniskirt not quite as short and revealing as the one she'd worn the day she'd first gone to console Dave and launched this whole lurid affair into full gear. She brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash to conceal the liquor on her breath, pinched some color into her cheeks, and as an afterthought even dabbed a few drops of perfume onto her neck. Then, almost feverish with the mingled fear and want, she went out and got into the car and made the short drive over to the campus.
Sue shivered from the slight chill of the night air as she parked her car and started across the campus toward the looming, dark form of the gym. Now she was filled with dread that someone might see her and inquire as to why a teacher was on campus at this time of night. Just the short drive across town had a sobering effect on her and denied the courage previously lent by the alcohol she was beginning to fear she wouldn't be able to carry through with the young men's lewd demands, even if she wanted to. In spite of the craving that continued to tingle in her loins, she was again shocked and insulted by the fact that they could treat her in this manner, that they could think that just because she had made love with one of them, she would willingly take on the whole sadistic gang.
The closer she drew to the gymnasium the slower she walked, as if she felt the compulsion to prolong as much as possible the ordeal that awaited her. Then at last she found herself at the door around by the side where Dave had let her in last night.
Sue took a deep breath, listening for some sound from inside. There was nothing, and the entire building looked dark and deserted. She seized the frantic hope that they had realized they had gone too far and had chickened out. She tested the doorknob and found that it turned easily.
Trembling with fear. Sue opened the door and stepped into the impenetrable darkness. Then suddenly Sue gasped as a light came on, beaming brightly, directly into her eyes so it blinded her like a trapped animal. Shivering, she cringed back against the wall, trying to shield her eyes against the glare.
"Hello, Miss Thomas, we've been waiting for you." Something cruel in the tone of the voice almost made the blonde's skin crawl. She wasn't even sure that it was Dave. It had a strange, unearthly quality and she imagined for a moment that she was the victim of some tyrannical interrogation, or a trial in a dictatorship. She could not see the men. Completely blinded by the light, she was hardly able even to locate the direction from which the voice had come. There was something so debasing and helpless in her position now that she wanted to scream out in bitterness and hatred at them for putting her in such a situation. Then once again she felt a sinking sensation in her breasts as she recalled that it was her own wrongdoing that had brought her here.
"Dave, Dave, where are you?" she asked in a quivering voice. Still trying futilely to shield her eyes from the glaring light, Sue stared into the dark expanse of the gym. Opposite the stage she saw what looked at this distance like a little glowing ember, a cigarette. They were smoking, she thought with surprise. Then she sniffed and received an even greater shock, because it wasn't tobacco! Sue was almost certain it was marijuana she smelled!
"Dave, please take that light off me," she sobbed. "I can't see anything," she went on pleadingly, the sordid realization that the young men were drugged only increasing her apprehension and sense of abject helplessness.
"There's a mattress near the stands," she heard Dave say in a voice that still seemed hardly like his own. "Follow the grandstand and take your clothes off. Les and Marty want to get a really good look at you."
Sue was trembling, frozen in her cringing posture against the wall as the light played off her and moved slowly along the stands toward the mattress.
"You're smoking marijuana," she croaked, still with disbelief.
"Yes, we have some for you too."
"But Dave, you're an athlete!"
"So what?" Sue was completely unprepared for all of this. It was like a nightmare, and it so stunned her she felt as if she had completely lost her grip on reality. As if in a trance she crept away from the wall, following the single light as though hypnotized by it as it led her along the stands.
Then more lights came up around her, one of the main lights of the gym and one directly overhead, which dimmed the harsh glare of the spotlight sufficiently that she was able to see the rest of the big room. Dave was sitting in the grandstand, puffing the twisted marijuana cigarette. Marty was beside him and Les Oswald, she realized, must be operating the lights. Resting in the vacant seat on Dave's left was a stack of books. On the floor in front of them was the old, coverless mattress.
"Dave, what if they see the lights?" Sue stammered anxiously. "What if the other boys in the dorm see the lights and come over here to find out what's happening?"
"Then I guess you'll just have to fuck 'em so they'll keep their mouths shut," Dave said with a shrug. The cruelty in his voice thrilled her, but she recoiled at the vengeance in his tone. Then she started as she heard another sound in the gym. In the darkness at the rear she saw a vague movement. In a moment she recognized the tall figure of Les Oswald making his way down the aisle toward the stands. "Take your clothes off, Miss Thomas," said Dave. "Then you can have some grass."
"But I don't want any grass, Dave," Sue sobbed in protest.
"That was Les' idea, Dave said. "He's got a lot of good ideas."
Even in the partial darkness Sue could see the tall young athlete blush. Then she looked back desperately at Dave.
"But Dave. I don't see how you can do this to me. After the time we have been together. How can you...?"
"Take your clothes off, Miss Thomas. I'm serious. If you want things kept quiet, just do as you're told. Otherwise it will be all over school by tomorrow morning, including the dean's office.
Sue knew that from the youth's attitude this afternoon she shouldn't have expected anything to be different tonight. He was determined to avenge the wrong she had done, and he would be as cold and ruthless as he had to be. In the back of her mind, she now thought, she must have clung to some illusion this afternoon that tonight might be another passionate and tender episode, like the other two times she and Dave had made love. Now she realized even last night had been a hoax. Though Dave had been affectionate enough, he must have already been scheming her lewd subjugation for tonight. Otherwise he wouldn't have had the two boys watching from behind the pile of exercise mats.
That put her completely at their mercy. After a last moment's hesitation, she reached up with trembling fingers and began undoing her blouse. She had a vision of being tortured by a Grand Inquisitor. She closed her eyes, a feeling of resignation coming over her as she parted the blouse down the front of her voluptuous torso and shed it lightly off the soft whiteness of her shoulders. She heard a grunt of appreciation from one of the young men at the exposure of the lush ripeness of her brassiere clad breasts. She knew there was no discouraging them from their lewd purpose, and the idea of her helplessness fired her loins.
Now she didn't even know if she wanted to escape. Her spirit had been broken by her betrayal by the young man whom she had so much adored. Now nothing else seemed to matter very much, but she knew that after tonight there would be no going back to her old self. There could be no redemption. Once these drug-crazed young athletes had finished with her, she would never again be the same Sue Thomas.
Sue stripped slowly, her body trembling with a masochistic excitement that raged beyond control through every fiber of her flesh. Her eyes were narrowed to mere slits, but she was aware of the lustful gazes of the three young men as she stripped her outer garments off to reveal the voluptuously inviting curves of her sensuous body. Now that she had begun, she did not even want to stop. It was as if an unknown force drove her, a demon called up from hell, who separated her flesh from her soul.
She was only half-aware as Dave took the small plastic bag Les extended toward him, stood and started down to her. A soft sob the envelope into the half-emptied cigarette, then tapped it on his wrist to pack it and roll the end.
"Here, Miss Thomas, smoke this."
"I won't do it," Sue said, reaching out to take the reefer with a trembling hand. Then the young man produced a box of matches from his pocket, struck one of them and held up a light for her. "Go ahead Miss Thomas. You have to get up to our level of consciousness or we won't be able to achieve any real communication tonight."
Sue looked down numbly at the spiked cigarette she held in her hand. Then, trembling, she lifted it to her lips as the young man struck the match. He held the light up and puffed to get the cigarette lit, then she took a deep drag and coughed. Yet almost immediately she seemed to feel an effect. Perhaps it was the mixing of the grass with the alcohol she had already consumed. Perhaps it was only the weird circumstances surrounding the occasion, but this time it was completely different than before. Back during college days when she'd tried it, nothing had happened. Now everything was happening. The sensation swelling in her head was like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life.
Unable to stop herself. Sue smoked the cigarette down to the point that she was able to distinguish the taste of the tobacco from the sweet marijuana smoke. Then in a sudden angry gesture she threw the butt down onto the stand, looking up with disbelief at the man standing before her. In a twinkling the whole world seemed to have turned upside down. She could hardly even believe that she was standing here on the stands of the gym, stark naked, the pungently smelling clouds of marijuana smoke still hanging in the air, as young Dave Forbes and his two sexually inexperienced friends waited greedily for the moment they would take and ravage her defenseless body. She couldn't imagine it being any other way. She tried to picture herself in another situation now, and the vision would not materialize in her mind's eye. There was a quality of inevitability to it all now in her distorted outlook.
"Okay, Les," Dave said. "Come on. She's ready." Sue's eyes opened wide. She gazed with disbelief at Les Oswald, who rose slowly from his seat in the first row and started over to swelled to her lips beyond her own volition as she shed her brassiere to completely expose the upthrust nakedness of her breasts. With a sensuously wriggling motion of her hips she peeled her thinly transparent panties down the lithe softness of her creamy-white thighs to completely reveal to the three eager young students the alluring triangle of her blonde-haired cunt.
She'd lost all hope. She knew there was no escape from whatever they wanted to subject her to. Just in coming here she'd given them a small taste of power, and she knew now that they would exploit it to the fullest extent above any objections she made.
Then, stark naked, the lovely blonde stood before the three leering young men. She lifted her face in the harsh light, a pleading look in her eyes as she watched Dave descend the steps of the stands. She could see the green flakes of marijuana in the transparent bag, and in his other hand was a cigarette that had been half-emptied of its tobacco.
"No, Dave. I'll do what you want, and they can have me too, but don't make me smoke that dope." She knew that, in fact, it wouldn't hurt her to smoke just a little bit of marijuana. She'd even tried it once in teaching college and, strangely enough, it had been her reluctance to become an outright pothead as much as her unwillingness to sleep with any man who took her out on a date that had made her somewhat of an outcast during her school years. Now, with the relaxation of laws and fading of the moral stigma attached to it, she wouldn't have minded trying marijuana under different circumstances. Physically it could be no worse than the alcohol she'd drank before coming here, nor more psychologically harmful than the schizophrenic depression of her warped desires over the last several months. Under these circumstances the drug only lent an extra unsavory quality to helpless position. It had not been easy for her to come here tonight, nor had it been easy for her to stand there and strip off all her clothes before the three gawking young men. To submit to the final humiliation of surrendering her abilities of rational perception was more than they should demand.
Sue watched in dismay as Dave emptied a small amount of the finely cleaned grass from her. Sue was scarcely able to comprehend what was happening. The marijuana was doing something to her mind. The words hung there, ringing and echoing. Through narrowed eyes she watched the young athlete, who had the reputation for being the scholar of the basketball team, walk over to her. Then she blinked as the youth looked greedily at the softly naked curves of her flesh. She heard Marty Koontz grunt with excitement, and Dave sniggered softly as Les stepped toward her.
0h-h-h, thought Sue. What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind completely to be here like this. Suddenly a wanton shudder shook her nakedly inviting flesh as the young man's hands reached cautiously up to touch the two firmly vibrant mounds of her breasts, his palms caressing softly over her sensuously straining nipples, causing little drug-heightened chills to tingle over every inch of her suddenly goosebumped skin. She stared down in shock as Les' hands kneaded and massaged at the softly swelling mounds, his eyes wild with lust as he began to push backwards toward a mattress. "Listen, Miss Thomas," Les threatened under his breath. "Lie down on the mattress! I'm just as hot as you are."
Stunned, Sue submitted to the young man's demand. Her nakedly exposed body went almost limp as she dropped to her knees on the mattress, staring up at the youth with awe as he pushed her to a reclining position on her back. Her mind worked in strange ways now. She seized upon his words and they reverberated in her consciousness. In her delirious state she took a strange consolation in her situation. She felt a bizarre subservience to Les as a result of what he had said. For a moment she almost forgot what it was he intended to do to her. Then, as she reclined on her back in total spread-eagled surrender, Sue became suddenly, shockingly cognizant of the young athlete's lewd intentions as his hands touched her knees to part her naked thighs and expose to his eager gaze the soft hair-fringed lips of her openly splayed cunt.
Suddenly she froze in terror, wanting to fight back yet unable to move as the young man's head dropped toward her defenseless loins. A muffled groan sprang to her throat and convulsive spasms jerked at her thighs and stomach as she felt his lips press lightly down against the soft flesh of her naked belly just above the thinly curling hair. She cringed from his touch, but the sudden moistening contact of his tongue on her warmly pulsing flesh sent an unwanted chill racing up the whole length of her spine.
Her body shivered as she felt his tongue tracing downward from her navel into the thinly curling blonde hair, and his hands moved into the tender warmth up between her thighs to stroke through the little ringed curls and softly part the tingling lips of her pussy. She sobbed again in protest as Les moved his head lower. A shudder rippled through her naked flesh at the suddenly electrifying contact of hi tongue with the sensitive pink bud of her clitoris.
Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire. Sue felt the young man clamp his palms against the soft insides of her creamy-white thighs and push them even wider. She lifted her head, her eyes staring in abject terror down between her proudly upstanding breasts at the youngster's anxious face hovering over her nakedly helpless loins. Her nakedly exposed vagina was presented up to the lustful youth's nervously leering eyes like a human sacrifice. The blonde lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravagement he intended.
Then suddenly with a slow outward movement of his thumbs, Les drew apart the swollen lips of her cunt to expose even better the soft inner flesh that glistened with the freely flowing moisture of her excitement. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length of his tongue up the wildly throbbing orifice of her cunt.
Another soft sob rose to her lips and her body jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, her buttocks grinding down hard into the mattress beneath her to escape the maddening attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips Les drew the pulsating bud of her clitoris wetly into his mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth till she cried out with pleasure and another lewd spasm shook her body.
"O-h-h-h," Sue moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations that surged out so suddenly from the young man's violent cunt-licking. It was too obscene for words, and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the depraved assault, her head still raised from the mattress to watch in horrified fascination as the young man's face pressed even harder against her warmly quivering loins. Then as an even more stimulating sensation shot through her, she dropped her head helplessly back into the mattress, lunging her buttocks up in a spontaneous submission to the deliciously coursing current of excitement that surged out suddenly from his wanton sucking and licking as he began to feast in earnest on the defenseless flesh of her cunt. She was completely in his power.
Then suddenly an even more devastating shock spiraled up her spine as her loins jerked involuntarily upward and the lewdly flicking tongue burrowed to its full length up into her quivering vaginal opening. She cried out softly and her buttocks began to twitch and squirm up from the bare mattress beneath her. She stared deliriously at the bright light overhead, then gazed again down between the trembling mounds of her breasts at the youth's bobbing face between her thighs.
"M-mm-m," she purred in lascivious delight as she began a rhythmic hunching motion of her loins up against Les' lewdly licking and sucking mouth. Little spasms of irresistible desire shot out over every tingling inch of her flesh as she shed her inhibitions and began to respond with wanton abandon to the lascivious assault on her loins. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Dave leering down at her from the stands. From the first row she imagined she could hear Marty Koontz's impatient panting. The thought that it had not even really begun, that one after another the three young men would take her till her body was limp and used and debased beyond her wildest dreams, only served to increase the obscene excitement that relentlessly swept away her remaining inhibitions.
With a sudden cry of delight, Sue's hands shot down the length of her naked body to run eagerly into Les' hair and pull his face even tighter up against her defenselessly quivering cunt. She sobbed out her lustful wants in an incessant stream of delirium as she felt his tongue swishing softly up into the inner reaches of her tingling vaginal flesh, her hips jerking and lunging in savage abandon as little tremors of ecstasy coursed out from her lust-tortured loins. Then in an even more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from his hair down beneath his arms and in a desperate motion tried to pull him up over her body.
"All right," she sobbed. "All right! That's enough, Les, that's enough. Fuck me now. Fuck me! Fuck me! I've got to have your cock in me."
Gasping for breath, the strapping athlete raised his head up. He licked his lips, looking at her with an excitement that matched her own. He couldn't believe those vulgar words spilling from the teacher's lips, and the thought that her had inspired them thrilled him beyond belief. He really wanted to fuck her now, but he had to be sure it was time.
"Are you sure you're ready, Miss Thomas? I want to turn on, and I don't want to start fucking you till you're ready."
"I'm ready!" Sue almost screamed. "I'm ready! I'm ready! I just want you to fuck me."
"I'm ready!"
"All right," Les said, swallowing hard and beginning eagerly to tear his clothes off. Her body quivering from the lustful excitement that surged out of control from her tongue-ravished loins, Sue watched the man strip himself completely naked, her hands reaching up to caress his shoulders and pull him urgently down between her wide-splayed thighs.
With a sudden quivering motion her whole naked body lunged upwards, her arms wrapping around the youth's great torso to pull him down tightly against her, her lips kissing his mouth and her tongue swiping hungrily outward to taste the pungent juices of her cunt that lingered on his tongue. She moved her hand swiftly down between their bodies to seek out the lust-inflamed hardness of his youthful cock and fit it between her own hotly trembling thighs, the throbbing head burrowing through the soft fringe of blonde pubic hair and into the eagerly moistening lips of her cunt.
"Are you really a virgin, Les?" she purred softly as she blew her breath warmly into his ears. "Is this really your first time?"
"Yes, ma'am," the young man gasped. twitching with excitement. "You're the first woman I've really had. I've done a lot of heavy necking though." Sue almost come at that instant. The wanton licking and sucking of her cunt had driven her beyond the bounds of sanity. Her drug-fogged mind had responded in a her heightened degree to the lascivious assault on her defenseless loins. Now the confirmation of the fact though she had already known it that this strapping youth was really a virgin, that this would be the first time he would ever experience the sensation of warm pussy-lips caressing the throbbing hardness of his prick, drove her to a state of lustful frenzy that was beyond her own comprehension. Then she felt Les shiver as he lunged suddenly forward, and the slender shaft of rigid male flesh wormed with lewdly shocking effect right up into the wetly quivering warmth of her cunt.
A low wail rose in her throat and her hips trembled on the softness of the mattress as the young man's body sank down harder against her, and she felt the tightly resisting flesh of her pussy yield and part before the hungry onslaught of his hard dick.
Her unrestrained moans of passion echoed in resounding animal cries back to her from the far reached of the gym, and she flayed her head wildly from side to side on the mattress, her eyes mere slits as she strained for the climax she already felt building in her loins. Then she completely ceased the side-to-side movements of her head, an even more strained gasp bursting from her lips as her body stiffened and quivered and she stared wide-eyed at the sight of Marty Koontz and Dave Forbes standing side by side at the edge of the grandstand, both completely naked.
"I'm going to come, Miss Thomas," the powerful athlete above her grunted suddenly. "Damn it! Damn it! I'm going to come!" Sue's eyes were riveted for a moment longer on the lustfully provoking sight. A tremor of fear shot up from her loins as she stared at Marty's massively throbbing erection. Like the other two young athlete's he was only twenty or twenty-one years old, but not even in her dreams had the astonished blonde ever seen a cock as big as his.
Then suddenly even that shocking sight was obliterated from her lust-crazed consciousness as she felt the distant tremors begin up inside her own loins. Young Les Oswald suddenly slammed his body into hers with a mighty thrust that caused her to cry out in shock and pain, and the wanton sensations that surged over her swept everything else aside in complete oblivion. A wail as eerie as the nightmare into which she'd been drawn reverberated through the gym as her thighs suddenly locked up high around the man's back, forming a straight sheath of her cunt as she felt the even greater twitching motions of his swiftly lunging prick and the warm fresh semen begin to spurt obscenely up into her own hotly spasming pussy-flesh.
Sue's own body suddenly uncoiled even more savagely beneath him. The frenzied arching of her hips almost bucked Les off her as she felt the waves of ecstasy that seemed to begin in her toes and shoot in short, electric-like jolts up her long shapely legs and hungrily moving thighs, through the trembling flesh of her lust-tortured pussy and straight up into the turgidly throbbing tips of her nipples. The shattering orgasm seemed to swell even beyond the bounds of her flesh, hovering like an aura over her, a dream of blissful delirium.
"She's coming!" Les blurted in total shock. "I did it! I did it! I'm making her blow her nuts!"
Then with a gasp, the eager youth lost his own restraints. He'd never felt anything in his life as good as those warm moist pussy walls clinging and squeezing frantically around the throbbing shaft of his cock, and if he'd had to hold off a minute longer he wouldn't have been able to make it.
With a last gasp, Les sagged his body lightly on the teacher's trembling chest. Little shivers continued to spiral through her naked body, and he could feel the soft spasms continue, her sperm-drenched cunt opening and closing in softly caressing convulsions around the deflating shaft of his cock.
Then Sue heard a loud clomping on the hardwood floor and looked with terror at the hulking sight of Marty Koontz approaching her, his lustfully throbbing cock looming up in even more threatening proportions as he drew nearer.
She'd forgotten all about him in the frenzy of delirium as her orgasm had suddenly overtaken her. Now she remembered with a strange dismay that mingled with rejuvenated excitement, that Marty's enormous shaft of flesh had, as much as Les' savage climax, been the thing that made her climax. The sweeping waves of her orgasm had begun the instant she'd seen the enormously threatening hardness, as if the subconscious working of her mind had used the oblivion of sexual frenzy and orgasm to help her escape awareness of the even more merciless ravagement that still awaited her body in the form of this hulking ox of an athlete. Yet in spite of her fear she felt an even more violent surging of desire as she contemplated once more the lustfully pussing shaft of flesh that now loomed to cast a giant shadow over her face from the bright lights above.
"Come on Les, hurry up," Marty gasped. "You've made her come. Now I want to fuck her." I must be out of my mind, Sue thought as she felt Les slowly worm the now-limber flesh of his deflated cock out of the still-shivering warmth of her pussy. I didn't come here to do this. I didn't come here to do this, and yet they don't have to make me do it anymore. They don't have to make me. I want it as badly as they do!
She formed a feeble whimper of protest on her lips as Marty dropped eagerly between her still open-spread thighs. He shuffled forward awkwardly on his knees, lowering his big muscular body onto hers. Sue shivered as she felt the bulbous head of his lust-engorged dick slide up the still warmly trembling softness of her inner thighs. She stared down between the quivering mounds of her breasts with a lust crazed delirium that swelled anew in spite of the shattering climax that had just swept through every inch of her helplessly yielding body. Then the youth's thick rod of flesh burrowed up to probe with suddenly titillating contact against the moistly heated pussy flesh that still twitched and trembled from the orgasm that had echoed through her very flesh and soul. She shivered in terror as she felt the thickly bulging cock-head crease into her softly sensitive cuntal lips. She wanted it. In spite of everything, she wanted it. She had to have it in right now.
With a sudden lust-crazed cry of glee, Sue's traitorous hips shimmied upwards, her hands dropping down to claw hungrily at the man's nakedly flexing buttocks as she plunged forward and her faintly resisting pussy walls gave way to take the mercilessly stretching shaft of flesh far up into the moistly sensitive depths of her cunt.
"Oh it's tight!" Marty grunted. "It's the tightest thing I've ever felt in my life!"
"It's not tight anymore, Marty," Dave sniggered. She gave out with a helpless groan as the thickly surging rod of flesh wormed far up between her thighs, and she quivered as she felt the young man's pubic mound nudge softly down against her pulsing clitoris. Little moaning sounds flowed from her lips and she began to writhe her body softly, new twitches of joy shooting over her lustfully tingling nakedness as she felt the man's hands slide beneath her trembling ass-cheeks to stroke tenderly up against the clinging lips of her pussy around the throbbing base of his cock. The lovely blonde seemed to hang on a crescendo of delirium for a timeless span as she felt the last shadows of her first orgasm pass and the first distant tremors of the next one begin somewhere in the mystical oblivion of her passion. She found an instant of calm. A little smile came to her lips and she opened her eyes and seemed to see for the first time. She was looking into the flushed lust-crazed face of Dave Forbes, the young man who had been the beginning of it all, now standing right over her and Marty, gazing down longingly at their sensuously squirming bodies.
"Yes, Dave, yes," she purred softly through her lust-swollen lips. For a moment the youngster didn't understand, and Sue derived an even more stimulating thrill from the thought that in spite of everything he'd done and everything he was now subjecting her to, he still possessed a remnant of the innocence and the naivete that had so strongly attracted her.
"You can do it in my mouth," she gasped with a wantonly feeble smile. Then again all became a jumble in her passion-crazed mind as she felt Marty's body shudder above her, and he began to lunge the massively swelling thickness of his cock with shockingly shattering strokes in and out of her openly splayed cuntal flesh, grunting in anger as Dave dropped down on the mattress beside them.
"Hey, just a minute," growled Marty. "I'm not through yet!"
"That's all right Marty, take your time," Dave answered with a hoarse laugh. "Yes, take your time, Marty," Sue echoed, twisting and squirming her hips in an even more lustful motion of response as she felt the youth momentarily hesitate in the obscenely driving lunges up into her flowering pussy.
"The teacher just wants to take on both of us at once, Marty," Dave said. "Oh yes! Yes! Both of you fuck me at once." As Dave rammed the full length of his own hungrily pulsating rod of flesh between the blonde's willing and eager lips, Marty's massively throbbing cock swelled up even larger within the sensitively clinging depths of her loins, causing an even wilder quiver to dart through her body as it flexed and twitched and the young man grunted in continued confusion and protest over her. She heard the two of them mumbling obscene exclamations of excitement, chills shooting through the raw nerve-ends of her, body at their lewd words and her own helpless submission. Her creamy-white breasts heaved and quivered up against the youthful pressure of Marty's chest, the little hardened nipples pricking to an even more tingling firmness as Dave shifted his position till he was lying crossways over her face, while Marty still reclined on her body. As the two men shared the wantonly yielding orifices of the teacher's voluptuous body, one in her mouth and the other in her cunt, Les sat back in the grandstand.
Then Sue's nakedly fucking body stiffened to immobility as she heard the creaking sound of the side door opening, and she was vaguely aware of Les' footsteps moving across the floor as he stepped over to meet the newcomers. She sensed from the motions of Dave's body that he raised his head to look also. She saw him smile his lewdly evil grin, but she could do nothing. Her own face was rudely imprisoned beneath his lewdly fucking loins as he shoved his cock eagerly back down into her lips. It looked like Marty could not have cared less who had just come into the gym. An even wilder twitching of his cock far up inside her belly signaled that he was going to come pretty soon, no matter what happened.
For a moment Sue was able to understand nothing of the short staccato burst of conversation she heard at the door. Then an even wilder shiver passed through her body as she finally caught a phrase. Les said, "What took you guys so long?"
For a moment longer Sue languished in terror. Then she forgot everything again as she felt the heavily throbbing droplets of Marty's come begin to splatter hotly up into her quivering belly, and Dave suddenly stiffened and ceased his own movements in response to her even more urgent sucking. She lost control again and was suddenly gripped once more by the madly obliterating ecstasy of orgasm. She was cast once more into timelessness as she felt the waves start somewhere that seemed far away, yet within her, sweeping out in a relentless fury of obscenely shattering bliss to consume her in a wanton oblivion devoid of past, present or future.
When she came to she was aware of two more tall young men standing over her. "Dave! You promised!" she stammered. "Yeah, I did," he came back coldly. "I said Id only tell my teammates. Well, these two make it five ... the whole starting team, at least before you fucked it up and got me suspended."
After that it all happened too fast. Sue remembered that as she'd lain in the quivering ecstasy of her orgasm the men had argued over her. For a moment they had even left her completely alone, and in her continued naked delirium she continued to writhe and moan and quiver as she waited. She didn't know all of what had happen next, but she could remember Dave saying: "All right, you two can have her next. But if you tell anybody what she did tonight, Marty and I will personally kick your asses till you can't even shoot a foul shot."
Sue responded like a slave to those stern words. The young man who had intentionally humiliated and degraded her in vengeance for own uncalculated wrong had now become her champion, and she did not feel she could refuse anything he wished of her.
Then, sometime after the final submission of her spirit, the ravagement of her body had ended. Filled with a mixing of guilt and joy, Sue had begun to get dressed. The men's lust satiated, they seemed to have forgiven her for a moment, and she sat alone on the mattress, putting on her brassiere and panties, Sue remembered almost with disbelief why she had come here. Later, after she'd finished dressing, she descended the stands and called Dave aside.
"Please," she begged. "Be true to your word now. No one else is to find out."
"Okay," he said, "providing one thing."
"What's that?"
"The five of us get to fuck you anytime we want." Sue gulped hard. She had to agree to it. Besides, they were all seniors, and they'd be graduating the following June. She hoped to hell no one flunked that Marty Koontz.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the next few weeks Sue made a sober appraisal of her situation. She should have known that her affair with Dave was a secret a young man of his age would not be able to keep. Worse than everything Sue had done during the last few weeks was the fact that it had spread. Yet the consequences were not quite as bad as she would have expected. True, she had become a sex slave, and half the basketball team knew at least something of her lewd carrying on, but she had learned that she didn't have to submit to all of them at once. She was able to limit herself to whomever she would allow to arrange a meeting with her first. The ones she refused might threaten her, but there really was nothing they could do, and there was a certain inherent respect held for such tough youngsters as Dave and Marty.
Sue sighed softly, turned away from the window and went to the door to greet him. "Hello, Miss Thomas," said Les, bustling through, his usual load of books tucked under his arm. He also carried a brown paper bag. "Well," he said with a smile, looking appreciatively over the sensuous curves of her body. "Only four months to go."
"What?" Sue asked.
The young man looked at her brightly. "Only four months till you get your freedom."
Sue laughed gaily, her voluptuous breasts jiggling. "I don't even know now if I want it. I never knew what I was missing."
"That's interesting," Les said contemplatively, taking off his sunglasses and putting them into their case. "I have something new I read in a book that I want to try."
"What?" Sue asked with another smile.
"I'll tell you later," said Les. "Then why don't you just show me instead," Sue said gustily, her eyes twinkling with wanton excitement at the prospect of yet another variation to the lewdly stimulating acts she was forced to commit, yet submitted to willingly.
Les put his books down on the desk and Sue led him to the back of the room to where she had rolled out a tumbling mat Dave had borrowed from the gym. It served perfectly as a bed. Then smiling sultrily, she turned to face the young man, waiting to see what obscene proposal he would come up with today.
Les was still a little bit nervous, as he began taking off his clothes without saying a word. Sue took this as a cue and began slowly unbuttoning her dress. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her sensuously parted lips as she shed the garment from her ripely luscious body, and reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere and reveal to the eager youngster the upthrust fullness of her softly swollen breasts. Then slowly Sue slipped her fingers into the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her thinly clinging panties to draw them off the soft blonde curls of her cuntal hair, then down the length of her slender thighs. It was a ritual she now thought she could never tire of, taking her clothes off to reveal her sensuously curved body to the always eager eyes of these hot young men who had made her a slave to their every whim and sexual fantasy.
Then Les peeled off his jockey shorts a spontaneous sigh rose in Sue's throat as his rigid young cock bobbed up to full erection. He stood in front of her, spreading her thighs to even better reveal to his hungry gaze the softly-haired lips of her pussy nested up between. He kissed her gently on the lips, then trailed his tongue with a delightfully chilling effect over the soft sensitive skin of her neck and down to her smoothly rounded shoulder. Even as the delicious little current of excitement began to course through her body, Sue could not stifle an inner laugh. Even Les' foreplay always followed the book formula. He didn't leave out a thing when he set himself to the task of preparing her for sex. It was a methodical and pragmatic approach he used, but it worked. For all his efforts, Les had never failed to bring her to a shattering climax.
Sue moaned softly, her arms wrapping around the young man's shoulders to draw his face up to the voluptuous valley between her quivering breasts, snuggling up against him as his tongue flicked over the tingling ripeness of one of her nipples to urge it to even more sensuously pulsing rigidity. She purred deeply, her body trembling and her torso beginning a slowly swaying movement as she felt his hands drop down over the soft smoothness of her naked flesh, caressing the smooth flat plain of her belly and moving down between her thighs to stroke right up into the hotly tingling moisture of her pussy.
Sue could hear the young man's own breathing become hoarser as his desire swelled with her own. She closed her eyes, basking in a sea of lustful anticipation, wondering what new variation on the old theme of fucking the youth had in store for her today. Then with a soft sob she led him to the mat on the floor and pulled the youngster down over her, smothering his lips with a moistly listful kiss and tugging his broad chest hungrily down against the vibrant softness of her breasts.
"What is it that you want to do, Les? What do you want to do to me today?" the lovely blonde teacher purred deliriously in the young man's ear as she felt the lust in her own loins flower out to consume her whole body in a torrent of passion. Then an even more distant wail issued from her lips as she felt Les climb up over her and begin to push on her nakedly yielding body to roll her over onto her belly. She resisted for a moment, then surrendered completely, letting her body go limp as he turned her over to a prone position on the old tumbling mat. As his lips kissed and nibbled at the tingling skin of her neck and shoulders, she was aware of the keenly arousing friction of the covering on the mat against her softly swollen breasts as they were mashed down against it. Then Les' hands slid down from the inviting white ripeness of her buttocks to the backs of her knees to push her legs up under her body. Again she submitted without resistance as he urged her to a kneeling position so her buttocks were thrust high and invitingly into the air.
"Oh yes, I see now, Les. You want to fuck me dog-fashion." She purred softly, waving her proffered ass-cheeks in ripe invitation as she felt him station himself on his knees behind her, using his legs to shove her softly quivering thighs even wider apart and expose completely to his gaze the little inverted triangle of her softly haired cunt and, just above it, the tiny puckered hole of her anus nestled temptingly between the ripeness of her buttocks.
Then her body jerked with a delicious spasm of desire as she felt his hands move between her thighs from behind to part the little blonde curls of hair and drag his finger with electrically titillating effect along the already moistening pussy-slit. Another shiver coursed through her as his finger brushed inadvertently over the little tingling bud of her clitoris, as he began to spread the already freely flowing moisture up and down the quivering cunt-lips.
As the youngster's body trembled against the softness of her inner thighs, Sue felt him spread the moisture back to the top of her cuntal slit, his finger flicking suddenly over the tiny membrane of flesh to brush with a searing effect into the puckered opening of her anus.
She undulated her hips in soft response, little moans of pleasure coursing out from her lips as she felt the young man lean forward, the warmly pulsing rigidity of his cock brushing up the back of her thighs to point threateningly between her buttocks.
Suddenly Sue's body stiffened. She felt the hotly stimulating pressure pushing against her little elastic anal ring. Her eyes opened wide and she stared straight ahead in shock and dismay as she realized with a tremor of fear exactly what he was thinking about.
"I want to fuck you in the ass, Miss Thomas," Les said almost sternly. For a moment Sue's shock froze her to immobility. Then an even more wanton wail emitted from her throat as the young stud pushed forward and his middle finger began to worm searingly into the tight little hole. She groaned, her body lurching forward in retreat from the sheer sensation as his finger sank relentlessly deeper into her warmly quivering anal tightness, causing her whole body to tense and tremble from the fiery stimulation.
"O-h-h-h," Sue groaned and grunted as she felt his finger burrow in despite all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract the little opening in resistance. It sank into her vainly protesting anus to the first knuckle, then continued the piercing intrusion till it was embedded all the way into the forbidden flesh of her rectum.
"No Les, please no!" she sobbed in shock and desperation. "It's perverted. Don't do that. It's perverted!"
"Sure it's perverted," Les said with a leer, "but it's what you want, Miss Thomas. I've thought and thought all about you, about everything Dave told us you said and did. I think I've got you figured out. I think I understand from reading several of those books what it will take to really satisfy you, and I think I've got what it takes."
He nodded in the direction of the pile of books he had put down, and the brown paper bag that sat beside it. Then he stepped over and retrieved the bag. He reached in and pulled out four lengths of black leather, with a mass of silver chains dangling from them, heavy chains, such as might be used to secure a motorcycle from theft. She rose from the mat, turning to sit facing him. "W-what are you going to do?" she stammered.
Les Oswald had returned to the mat with the mass of leather and chains. "Have you ever seen this kind of thing before?" he asked. "I got these in one of those specialty stores that sell to whip freaks. I think it's right up your alley, and so is ass-fucking, for your information."
She raised a hand to her mouth in horror, tried to speak, but the words would not form. She thought he was going to hit her with the mass of leather and chains in his hand. Instead he reached to where his levis had fallen in a muddled heap on the floor and took them up. As the teacher watched in horror, Les took hold of the belt buckle and drew the whole thick leather belt out of the denim loops. The levis fell to the floor, and he raised the wide leather belt in his powerful hands.
As Sue stared, Les began to stretch it, and the threatening action suddenly brought to the teacher's seething mind an image of brutally bloody torture. What did he think she was? Did he consider her some kind of hopeless pervert who craved pain? She felt her stomach turn to water. Her throat dried as if it had been in a dust storm. She shook all over. What was he going to do to her body? A shudder of chilling cold went through the lithe body of the young blonde. She rose her head numbly from the mat, struggling upward to rise and escape.
Les raced around the mat and seized her right arm. Before she even knew what he was doing, he had fastened the chain attached to one of the leather wrist cuffs to a cloth loop-handle on that side of the mat. Then he fastened the cuff to her arm. He raced about the mat to the other side, chain and leather in hand.
With her free hand, Sue grabbed the tightly fastened cuff and began to undo the metal buckle. Before she could get a grip on it, Les grabbed her free wrist and pulled it back hard. "No!" she protested. "Oh no, Les!"
It was too late. The student had seized her free hand and secured it in another thick leather cuff. He pulled it back to the mat handle on the opposite side. Both her hands were bound now, and she pulled hard on the chains in a vain effort to get free. Then she saw the powerfully muscled young man move to the foot of the mat and reach for one of her ankles.
She drew the leg up and away from him, then kicked the air, nearly hitting him in the face. He laughed sadistically as he took her ankles and attached the last two leather cuffs. Then he attached the heavy silver chains to the lower loop-handles of the mat. This reduced the young blonde to complete helplessness. She was powerless to stop this cruel young athlete from doing with her that he wished. A sense of total humiliation came over her. With it came a strangely welcome need for submission. At least she wasn't on her stomach. He couldn't fuck her in the ass.
There she lay, spread-eagled on the tumbling mat, her gaping pussy bared to her new master. Les stretched the heavy leather belt in his roughly powerful hands, and came to the side of the mat.
"P ... please!" she begged, her voice shaky. "D ... don't hurt me, Les."
A cruel grin played across his lips, and his eyes grew glassy with sadistic lust. He looked up and down the finely curved contours of her supple young body, stopped on her upthrust breasts, the nipples perked with anticipation, then gazed down to her hair-fringed pubic mound. The quivering pink lips were concealed by the blonde nest of soft blonde hair. Sue's body perspired with fear and masochistic lust, and her wetly palpitating pussy begged for attention.
"I'm going to welt your skin with this belt," Les threatened ominously. "I'm going to hurt you like you've never been hurt before."
"Please!" Her feeble word died amid the loud slapping sound of the leather meeting her soft young skin. A gasp of air left her mouth at the shock, as the wide belt made brutal contact with the softly smooth skin of her stomach. Again Les raised the horrible belt in his tightly clenched fist, and again the leather whistled downward to strike the vulnerable flesh.
"O-h-h-h!" the blonde girl moaned, as the first sting of leather on flesh was followed by a deep pain. Again and again the young man pounded her gently sloped belly, as her groans spurred the violence in his well muscled arm. With implacable frenzy he battered her with the hard leather belt, giving her no respite, and when he finally slowed his action, it only gave her time to feel the agonizing ache in her sore body. She couldn't believe what Les was doing.
She wept, hot tears springing from her squinting eyes and rolling down her smoothly carved cheeks. They formed little hot trickles, filling her mouth with pungent salt. She sobbed pitiable, hurt as much by the idea of her maltreatment at the hands of this forceful athlete as by the actual pain of the strokes.
"This is just the beginning," Les threatened coldly. "Believe me. Sue, this is just the start." He'd read that masochistic women liked to be threatened with horrors that would never come.
"No more," Sue begged. "Please. Don't hit me again. I can't stand it." The young athlete just laughed again. He lifted the heavy leather strap and started a steady beating on her ivory-like thighs. Again and again he lashed downward, making Sue's body jump with the power of the blows. She was in agony, her mind whirling with a confusion of emotions and feelings. Fear and pain mixed with titillating feeling of lying bound and naked and helpless before this cruel young man. His beating of her thighs came to a stop, and Sue waited tensely for the pain to follow. She stared up at the ceiling of the classroom, not daring to look at the sadistic athlete. Suddenly, she became aware of the touch of his hand on the painfully bruised flesh of her hotly trembling thigh. He was rubbing her, caressing her, easing the hurt. She felt her hotly quivering pussy twitch with tantalizing pleasure, a strangely titillating sensation among the aches that filled her body.
Soon, Les stopped caressing her thighs and got to his feet. Sue opened her eyes and stared up at him. She saw him fold the belt over. She saw him raised it, and then she saw it flash through the air. She didn't flinch. She gave no reaction. Her body was no longer tense. Fear had left her, and only erotic anticipation was left.
The belt landed on her pubic mound. She jumped involuntarily. Her cunt was now moistly open, the once tightly clenched lips now wetly squirming, her whole body no longer resisting. In a flash of awareness she realized she was hopelessly caught in the throes of her new-found sexuality. She was a full-fledged sexual being, and she relished every second of it.
She didn't know how much later it was when she felt the mat move as Les sat beside her. Then she felt his soothing hand on her stomach. She opened her eyes and looked timidly up at him, expecting him to look back at her in cruel anger. Instead, it was a kind smile he gave her, as his hand moved fondly down the softly modeled swelling of her stomach, seeking the core of her trembling explosion of passion.
She shifted her gaze from his handsome face to the strong hand that neared her moistly seeping pussy. The blonde hairs were covered with droplets of her love-juice. Les' strong masculine hand was nearing her mound of hair fringed flesh. A pervasive warmth spread through the young teacher. The feel of his hand was so pleasant, so reassuring to her. She lay back limply on the mat, helplessly, submissively, giving herself over completely to the power of her youthful lover. She knew there was little more that he could do to her.
Then she recalled that he had wanted to fuck her in the ass. He had already aroused her to passion with the belt, and he had sent her upward to new heights of orgasmic ecstasy. The only thing he had not done was to violate her intimate anal reaches with that great hard stalk of his cock that now stuck out hungrily from his manly patch of pubic hair. She shivered in fear and loathing that he might recall his wish to assfuck her.
What more would he dare to do than he had already done? He had totally subdued her, turned her into something more sensual than a slut. Her asshole was all that remained hers alone. His hand roamed over the flesh of her naked body. She could not stop him anyway, because of the pull of the chains, but she knew all too well that she lacked the will to stop him if she could. He was her supreme master. She was a victim of her own traitorous body. Her own body, her seething passion, had put her into the power of this young man.
Les' fingers had reached the open hole of her cunt, stretched wide by the pull of the chains on her legs. As she stared down at it, she saw the fleshy pink inner lips protruding as she'd never seen them before. It was as if they'd grown during the explosive orgasm she'd just had, or maybe she was really seeing them for the first time as the wantonly sexual organs they were. She felt warm all over.
The searching fingers of her lover had found them, and he was happily rubbing up and down the glistening edge of one of the pink lips. The feeling was arousing to the excitable Sue. It was marvelously erotic, soothingly pleasurable. Les began to play with her fast-rising clitoris, as passion-inspired blood flooded the sensitive bud in her cunt. He tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger, making it twitch and rise. Heat was flooding her pussy, and her juices were collecting again. She thought she'd worked herself dry during the whipping with the belt, but she hadn't known the extent of her own newfound sexuality.
Les shifted the position of his body to get a better view of her cunt. As he did so, his hard cock rubbed the side of her body, sending a shiver through it from the mere touch. She stared at the fully hardened prick. Its shaft was white and crossed with tiny blue veins. A swollen bulge ran up the middle of its lower surface. The cockhead was passion-inflated to mammoth proportions, velvet-skinned and gleamingly smooth.
The sight of Les Oswald's hard cock excited the young blonde teacher anew. She longed to have that burgeoning cock-head in her cunt again, to feel the hot spurts of semen the searing jets of seed splashing against the back of her pussy, dribbling down her thigh.
"Oh Les! Please, no!' she sobbed, grunting as her body lurched forward again from the even more wildly stimulating sensation as she felt the blood-filled cock-head lunge against the tightly resisting opening and begin to worm its way inside. Her mind recoiled from the mere thought of this sordid act. It must be the most perverted thing a man and woman could possibly do with their bodies, and the sudden white-hot pain caused tears to rush swiftly to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks as she shivered and trembled, flailing her long blonde hair from side to side in protest as the youngster's loins lunged down against her ripely upthrust buttocks and the great shaft of flesh surged hungrily into her cringing rectal depths, till she felt his pubic hair tickle in between her ass-cheeks and the full sac that held his lust-inflamed balls slap lightly down against the pulsing slit of her cunt and the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
She was lying in helpless submission on the mat, her buttocks shoved obscenely in the air, with Les right behind her, his thickly hard cock looming up between her cheeks to completely skewer her. She was hopelessly impaled now. She had taken his surging rod of young male flesh to the hilt in her most forbidden orifice.
Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Sue dropped her face down to rest on her hands as she felt the guy begin to move over her, flexing and throbbing the lust engorged hardness of his cock even deeper inside her resisting rectal flesh, causing new stabs of shocking sensation to course outward through her fearfully trembling body.
But it was not as bad as she had expected. The pain was tempered by an even more vividly rippling sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her thumb-spread ass-cheeks, and she could feel the heated secretions flowing freely from the sensitively throbbing lips of her vagina to spill down the tender softness of her inner thighs. Her cries of agony and protest slowly evolved into moans of passion and pleasure as the youngster began to squirm his buttocks around and fuck in a lewdly undulating rhythm in and out of her widely stretched anal opening.
"Wow, it's tight, Miss Thomas! It's so tight I can hardly even move!" Les gasped, increasing the length of his strokes to prompt even louder cries to issue deliriously from the teacher's throat.
"O-h-h-h," Miss Thomas!" Les gasped in a desperately quivering voice, trying to hold himself back. "I am hurting you, aren't I?
Then the youth's eyes bugged at the sight of the teacher's lust-contorted face when she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"Yes," she wailed distantly. "Yes Les, but go ahead and fuck me harder! I love it! Can't you tell I love it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" Les grunted in even more lustful excitement to Miss Thomas' unexpected response, suddenly unleashing the full fury of his lust in an even mightier lunge into the hot, buttery tightness of her contracting anus, at the same time thrusting his finger deeply into the quivering flesh of her pussy and increasing the lewdly tantalizing friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over the throbbing bud of her clitoris. He was still determined to make her come. He had a perfect record and he didn't want to spoil it now, not this time, in the most perversely exciting of all the erotic acts he'd subjected her to.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming!" As Les grunted and groaned, Sue screamed without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy. The slickly spewing semen flooding into her rectum lubricated the passage till the pain faded completely. As she bucked and hunched beneath his final racking lunges, there was nothing left but the wildly consuming masochistic passion. With a last grunt of triumph Les' body sagged tiredly down against the ripely proffered cushions of the teacher's naked ass-cheeks. Sue groaned, little shivers still coursing out from her finger-ravished clitoris to cause the little spasms to continue to shake her body as she felt the lust spent dick begin to deflate in her come-filled rectum. Then suddenly she heard banging on the door of the classroom.
"Oh, there's somebody out there." Les gasped. "Don't worry, Les," Sue Thomas said calmly as she glanced at her watch. It's just Dave and Marty. Ass fucking takes a little more time, and they're five minutes early."
Epilogue Autumn brought cool breezes and the scent of burning leaves to the small midwestern college campus. It was with a brisk step that the lovely young blonde teacher made her way across the campus. Her summer had been spent in a mountain lake resort, and it showed in the smoothly tanned skin and the happy strides of her walk.
It was a new school year, and Sue Thomas was looking forward to it with immense pleasure. "Good morning, Miss Thomas," came a suavely deep voice from behind her, and the attractive blonde turned to see the handsome face of the new physics professor, a very eligible young man in academic circles.
"How are you?" she asked him a chipper voice. She'd only met the famous young scholar once.
"I'm certainly feeling a lot better now that I've seen you," he said with a wink. Sue laughed and fell into step with the vigorous young professor. She had a feeling that she might be seeing a great deal of him this year. Why not? She was young and beautiful and unattached. She was completely free. All five of the starting members of the varsity basketball team had graduated in June, and she now had all her evenings to herself.
She planned to make good use of it, along with knowledge of herself and of life that she had gained in her experiences of the past year.
"Are you doing anything this evening?" she asked the good-looking professor, surprising him. "Not a thing!" he beamed brightly. "Oh I'm having a little get-together with some of the younger members of the faculty at my pad," she fibbed. "Would you like to be there?"
"Why sure," he said, putting an arm lightly around her. She laughed to herself. What a fine catch he would make, and it would be just the start of her new life. When he got to her place that evening, he'd find out that the get-together was only the two of them. But that was just fine. Later on they could add some more swingers if he was game. For openers, Sue Thomas had herself a very nice stud in tow, very nice indeed.
