In this age when education is alleged to be more sophisticated and broader than ever before in history, author S. K. Mason offers us a novel that will surely stand our hair on end. He has courageously unfolded a tale of the horror and perversion plaguing some of America's institutions of learning, drawing on her own personal experience to authenticate and lend force to the plight of Allyson Carson, a beautiful twenty-three-year-old housewife whose average, middle-class morality is forever compromised.
Author Mason clearly demonstrates that not even academicians and their students can always escape the rapidly accelerating pace of life in the United States, and that there is no longer a steadied norm and sane rate of development and change in what Americans must do to stay apace of one another.
All the characters peopling this realistic work-from Allyson to Angus Cardwell, the unscrupulous school principal, a notorious bon vwant-are outwardly normal people, such as ourselves and our friends, and yet in truth represent that which is most shocking in every man's and woman's drives and desires. This, then, is a novel as much about us as it is the fictionally disguised characters in the text.
While the language of this book may cause some readers to recoil in indignance, we the publishers feel that the sensitive, enlightening atmosphere of the book is by far its most important aspect. Here is a work in which we can identify the best and the worst of the modern world in the courage as well as the depravity of many of its denizens.
Marriage, as it is today, is also a vital element dealt with by author Mason. We see, and better understand, some of the stresses and strains inevitably placed on even the most average, typical marriage when under assault by new dynamic forces in our society. More, we see some of the unusual methods of coping, not always successfully, with these intruding forces ... and how a marriage can be as easily devastated as strengthened and saved by our merely human responses to changing mores does not necessarily lead either to the doom or salvation of a relationship.
In closing, the publishers do not intend to instill fear in the minds of responsible, dedicated parents: rather, it is our intention to avail readers of the knowledge that nothing in the modern world is too strange to occur, perhaps where one least expects it.
And so we present The Principal's Office, one of the most remarkable literary achievements of this year.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, Jeff, don't be so bull-headed. You know we could use the extra money!"
Ally Carson impatiently tossed her mane of black hair and strode across the living room arguing with her husband, on and off, for almost three days and she was getting absolutely nowhere. Crossing her arms in determination, she went on. "I'm sick of hanging around this house all day, and suppose ... well, just suppose I got pregnant? We'd never be able to afford all the bills on what you're making now. But, if I'd already built up a little nest egg, we wouldn't have to worry at all."
Jeff Carson leaned back in his easy chair and stared across the room at his wife, trying to fight down the chuckle that was rising to his lips. Even though he knew his attitude annoyed her, he felt that she was just too pretty to take seriously, especially when she was angry. Despite his best efforts, he could not hold back an amused grin at the sight of her standing before him, her green eyes flashing with sincerity, the generous mounds of her chest heaving under the tight beige sweater she wore. When a woman had a body like that, how could she expect a man to pay attention to her mind too? he wondered. It was difficult enough to keep himself from ripping the clothes off her, much less listen to whatever silly thing she was trying to say.
His eyes roamed hungrily over her beautiful form, lingering appreciatively on the high-set voluptuous breasts whose rose-tipped nipples strained against the thin knit of her sweater. The light fabric clung lovingly to her flesh, covering but not hiding the taut tapering rib cage that narrowed to a slender waist and smooth flat stomach. Below that, her round, luscious hips and buttocks were all but exposed by the short green mini-skirt and the whole lovely vision was completed by long, sun-bronzed legs that a Las Vegas chorus girl would envy. Yes, sir, he congratulated himself, you certainly do know how to pick them.
"Damn you, Jeff Carson," you're not even listening to me!"
Her strident tone broke through his happy reverie and his gaze moved back up to her pouting face.
"Now, honey," he began soothingly, as if calming a distraught child. "I've already decided this whole issue. You're not going to accept the job and that's all there is to it. I'm sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I would consider letting you take a job. Come on," he cajoled, winking at her, "Let's go on into the bedroom. I've got just the thing to calm down your nerves."
Ally gritted her teeth as she recognized his sugary tone of voice. His casual assumption that he would do all the thinking for the both of en them was beginning to annoy her. Before they had been married, she had thought it was fun, the way he treated her like a baby, cuddling and coddling her as though she might break if she tried to do something on her own. But, now, it was starting to wear on her.
Jeff had a job, teaching mathematics at the high school five days a week. He did not understand what it was like to be cooped up in this little house, in this little town, fifty miles away from anyone they knew. It was not that she had minded moving here so that he could get the teaching job, but the fact that she did not know anyone in town only contributed to her boredom. And now ... well, she was tired of being treated like a beautiful, but brainless, fixture in his life.
She wanted to show him that she was capable of doing something by herself and, she guessed, now was as good a time as any to drop the bombshell.
"Jeff, I called the principal this morning," she began, speaking quietly but firmly. "I told him I'd take the job, and I'm starting on Monday. He's even rearranged the hours so we'll both be working at the same time of day."
"But, I told you-" Jeff sputtered angrily, then stopped, realizing it was no use going on. The damage was already done and the principal, as usual, had gotten exactly what he wanted, in this case, Ally's services as his secretary. Angus Cardwell ruled the high school with an iron hand and Jeff had already heard that Cardwell had no qualms about making things unpleasant for those who crossed him. Jeff had hoped that there would be some way to diplomatically turn down his offer of a position for Ally, but now it was too late. They had come to Wilson Crossing just to get this job, and Jeff certainly did not want to mess things up, now that they were two weeks into the school year.
Nevertheless, he wished that Ally would stay in her place and a woman's place was in the home. He felt his anger beginning to rise again at the thought of his wife's audacity in disobeying his explicit wishes. He would have to think of some way to teach her a lesson, he decided.
"Jeff, are you mad at me?" she asked meekly, breaking the ominous silence that had filled the room since her unexpected pronouncement. "He said I had to let him know by today ... I-I really wanted it."
"Is that so?" he growled. "Well, I really wanted you to just forget the whole idea. I don't particularly like Cardwell and I especially did not like the way he looked at you the other night when he so graciously took us to dinner and, incidentally, sprang his little job idea on you. If that old lecher thinks you're going to do anything but secretarial work for him, I'll knock his teeth in!"
Ally just smiled at her husband's impassioned outburst. He was not acting half as angry as she had been afraid he would. But, then, she thought ruefully, the worst part of Jeff's moods was not his anger, but his frightening capacity for carrying a grudge. Maybe, if she could just make him forget he was angry at all....
"Hey, lover," she whispered throatily. "I thought you were going to calm my frazzled nerves." With cat-like grace, she glided across the room to where her husband was sitting and bent over the chair to nibble on his earlobe. "I hate to bother you but I think I feel a nervous breakdown coming on...."
"Now, don't you try to butter me up," he answered gruffly. "You deliberately did exactly what I told you not to do. I don't see why you want to get a job at all, and certainly not with that old skirt-chaser!" Despite his anger, though, he felt himself automatically responding when her pointed little tongue snaked teasingly into his ear, the sensation sending tremors of excitement all over his body. "Cut that out, you horny little bitch," he gasped as her tongue again flicked into the sensitive aperture.
Aware of the effect she was having on her husband, Ally slipped her hand around him and let it rest on the hard bulge that was already swelling and pressing against the crotch of his trousers. Although she ordinarily found it embarrassing to touch him there, she decided that perhaps this might be a good time to let herself go a little. It would be worth a little unpleasantness if she could just get him to forget that he was angry with her.
Ally could remember only one occasion in the six months of their marriage that she had provoked Jeff into losing his temper, but that one experience had convinced her that it was much easier to agree with him, if it was humanly possible, than to annoy him again. The incident had occurred one night, about a week after they were married. Although she had been a virgin on their wedding night, she had adjusted very well to sex, or so she had thought until that evening. During their honeymoon at the seashore, he had gently taken her maidenhead, then patiently had shown her the delights of physical love. Most of the time, she had been a willing pupil, excited and enthusiastic about the wonderful things she had only heard about before, but never experienced. Nevertheless, she had been shocked at several of the acts he had suggested, but when she adamantly refused, he had never forced the issue-until this night.
That evening, he had gone out by himself and, when he returned an hour later, he brought with him a brightly-wrapped package, a gift to surprise her. But, when she had opened the parcel, she found a black lace nightgown, so sheer that it was practically invisible. At first, she had laughed, thinking it was only a silly joke, but when he had insisted that she wear it that night, she had become angry, then tearful. Only a whore would wear anything like that, she had protested. Finally, he had become furious and stomped out of the honeymoon cabin, returning later without a word of apology.
Ally could still remember how he had sulked for days, refusing to speak or even acknowledge her presence. Actually, it had been two or three weeks before she had been certain that he had gotten over his anger and forgiven her. It had been a disheartening experience for the young bride and she had promised herself to do everything she could not to let it happen again. Nevertheless, she had been as stubborn as he and, when it was over, she was glad she had not given in to him and worn the disgusting thing. She knew she would have felt cheapened for the rest of her life.
Since then, there had been no cause for them to quarrel, until now. Having had a taste of the unpleasant results of his anger, she was willing to try to patch things up before he became sulky again. So, putting aside her instinctive shame at touching his sexual organ, she now softly fondled the slightly-throbbing protrusion under the fabric of his trousers. She could tell Jeff was pleased and excited by her uncharacteristic boldness. Under her tentative manipulations, the bulge was rising to fill her entire palm with its rock hard form.
Suddenly, Jeff grabbed her hand away from its teasing activity at the crotch of his pants and pulled Ally around to the front of his chair. She could see by the smoldering light in his eyes that he had forgotten about her disobedience, forgotten about everything but the nearness of her body.
"Come here, wife," he growled playfully, drawing her closer to him. His free hand reached out and began to slide up the beautiful curve of her thighs, tickling the senstive inner flesh between them.
"Oooooooh," Ally gurgled, jerking forward a little from the electric sensation of her husband's fingertips. She was hypersensitive along the softness of her inner thighs and she knew that Jeff was well aware of the fact. She tingled from his touch and could feel tiny goose bumps rising under his fingers.
Jeff grinned contentedly from his sitting position and continued to stroke his wife's legs, pushing his hand up under her short skirt to brush his fingers tantalizingly over the pubic mound so provocative under the silk crotchband of her panties. Above him, she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first signs of sexual arousal. Oh, fuck the job, he thought to himself, the bitch really knew how to turn him on. If she wanted to play, he would be happy to oblige her. As one of his fingers skillfully insinuated itself under the elastic band of her panties, she wriggled her hips, as if in protest, but didn't step away.
"Oh, honey, I'm going to fuck you so good," he breathed as his finger began to rub teasingly over the soft hair-lined lips under her panties.
"Oh, yes, I want you too," she moaned, her eyes now clenched tightly shut, her pelvis executing little jerky motions in spite of herself. She was so excited, even his crude language did not put her off this time as it had so often before. She had sometimes wondered where he had learned to use such words, but she was sure that he must have had sex with other women before they were married. How else could he have been such a wonderful lover? But, she didn't care so long as he wanted her now ... and she had no doubts that he did.
She was almost relieved that he had responded so quickly to her overtures. Since they had come to this town, it had seemed to her that he was away at the school so much of the time. She had been a little afraid that they weren't as close as they were last year when they were both in college and newly married. Now, in the evenings, he was often too tired or too busy grading papers to spend much time with her and they hadn't made love as frequently as they had this summer, after they were married. This worried her, not because she liked it so much, certainly not as much as Jeff seemed to, but because she thought that he wasn't responding to her as much as he did before.
As if to calm the nagging fears that had clouded her mind, Ally leaned over and kissed her husband hard on the mouth. He responded immediately, thrusting his tongue through her open Ups and swirling it around in the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Still, the worry flickered through her mind. His responses seemed more automatic now, as if she had become no more than a habit in the short space of six months. Was the magic going out of their marriage? she wondered. Was Jeff becoming bored with her?
He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips pressing so passionately against her own. No, she was just being silly, she told herself, forcing the gnawing doubts out of her thoughts. Impulsively, she darted her tongue deep between his lips, flicking her tongue tip over his teeth and the roof of his mouth.
Jeff turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. "Don't you think it would be a good idea to get rid of some of the clothes, you wanton woman?" he murmured hesitantly. She nodded silently, unable to speak as his hands slid around her thighs and cupped the tight silk-clad mounds of her buttocks. Moving his fingers higher, he caught the tight elastic waistband of her panties and pulled it downward, running his fingers over her bare, satiny skin. Squirming beneath his exciting ministrations, she nibbled passionately at his ear and neck, her hands gripping tightly at his shirt.
Suddenly, she straightened and turned away from him. Crossing her arms, she lifted the sweater over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the floor. Then, with a smile of gay abandon playing over her lips, she unzipped her skirt and kicked it away as it slipped down over her ankles. She could feel his impatience as she slowly reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. The lacy white cups fell away from her rose-tipped breasts and she stood still for a moment to allow her husband to savor the titillating sight of the snowy mounds still jiggling from their burst freedom from the confinement of the brassiere. Then, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and peeled them teasingly down over her full rounded hips and thighs, dropping them on the tiny heap of her discarded clothing. Pleasantly aware of the power of her beautiful young body, she slowly slid her palms down over the smooth curve of her hips, still smiling at her husband. Wordlessly, she lay down on the carpeted floor, inviting him with her eyes and ripe naked body to join her there.
Raising himself from his chair, Jeff began ripping off his shirt and pants. The quiet whoose of his zipper being pulled down aroused her even further.
"Hurry, darling," she whispered softly. "Hurry...." She wiggled her buttocks against the carpet, enjoying the obvious effect of her licentious actions were having on her young husband's body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.
Then suddenly he was on her, his naked body pressed tightly against her, pushing her sensitive flesh down into the soft rug on the living room carpet. "Well, that certainly didn't take long," Ally breathed softly.
"I've been ready for the last ten minutes," Jeff grinned down at her. His hands moved slowly over her breasts and thighs, stopping to tease her breasts, pinching her nipples to tight little buttons, then floating down over her smooth stomach to the dark secret junction between her thighs.
Lifting his head, Jeff ran his eyes once more over her curvaceous body. Even after six months of marriage, her body still excited him beyond belief, and before he met her, he'd always gotten bored with women almost as soon as he'd laid them. Even her face, with its wide sea green eyes and full red lips, looked as though it were designed for sex. He could still remember the day they had met, how he had thought immediately of how much he would like to see his hardened cock locked hotly between those pouting lips. But that was before he found out how really innocent she had been, and how stubborn. Now, his idea was nothing more than a fantasy. Even after they were married, when he had suggested that she suck him with her mouth, she had shuddered with revulsion and loathing at the very thought. Despite that disappointment, he had to admit she had turned into a pretty good lay, he thought proudly, thanks to his patience. His eyes drifted down to the soft pubic curls that covered her pink young vaginal slit. He could see her cunt glistening wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like dew on her vaginal lips. She had been so willing today, he thought pensively, bolder than he had ever seen her. Maybe it was time to try another of the ideas she had vetoed on their honeymoon.
Jeff leaned forward and crushed his mouth between her open thighs, his tongue working furiously to suck up all the sweet juices that had dripped from her pussy, his lips brushing against her clitoris in the intensity of his yearning. His wife moaned, but immediately clenched her thighs tightly together to stop him.
"No, darling, don't do that," she whispered firmly. "It isn't right for you to kiss me there. Please, stop, pleeeeeease!" Her tone had become almost hysterical as his face had continued to nuzzle down between her legs. She reached down and grasped his upper arms trying to pull him upward. "Please, kiss me on the lips, Jeff ... not ... not down there."
He didn't resist, knowing from experience that she would only became distraught and angry if he tried to convince her that there was nothing wrong with what he was trying to do. This was the single discouraging flaw in an otherwise perfect sexual relationship. His wife did not try to enjoy, would not even consider the wonderful erotic pleasures of lips against vulva, mouth around penis. He wanted Ally to suck him, wanted to see her lose that cold dignity of hers and go wild with delight when he nibbled on her bud-like clitoris in return. The mere thought of her sweet warm lips wrapped around his thick hard cock made him tremble with excitement. He wanted to cum in her mouth, wanted to shoot his hot white sperm deep into her throat, wanted to feel her throat clenching around him as she swallowed the boiling liquid to keep from choking. Other girls had done as much for him, and done it happily. And, almost as badly, he wanted to thrust his long, agile tongue deep into her honeyed little pussy to stab and dart into her cunt just as he was now plunging his tongue into her mouth.
Even as he imagined what it would be like, he felt her soft naked belly and pelvis grinding against him, deliciously rubbing his swelling rod until it was pulsing, big and hard against her undulating flesh.
"Oh, darling," Ally moaned. "I want you so much."
"I ... I want you too," he answered slowly, reluctant to leave his wishful dreams for the reality of what was happening. The sameness of their lovemaking had undoubtedly begun to wear on him. The original thrill of expectation had been slowly replaced by the knowledge that each time, everything would be exactly the same as the time before, and that any deviation would be met by his wife's horrified refusal. He loved his wife, but the magic was almost gone.
"Is something wrong, darling?" Ally asked softly, wondering why he had suddenly become so quiet and so still.
"Of course not," Jeff lied. "What could possibly be wrong when I have a beautiful wife like you?"
Ally began to tremble with desire, her hips rubbing hungrily against his throbbing maledom. "Please, do it to me, darling," she whispered from deep in her throat. "I need it now...."
Her unexpected request sent a surge of excitement running through him. It was something new to hear his wife actually ask for a screwing. Yes, he realized, a little change was exactly what they needed. Her tremulous plea had set his cock lurching like a nervous stallion.
Ally strained the full length of her body against him, then gently tugged at his waist until he rolled over her body and positioned himself between her wide-spread legs. Reaching down between them, she grasped his fleshy hardness and moved it up and down, parting the soft resilient curls of pubic hair until it fit snugly into the outer lips of her waiting vagina. Slowly again she slid it up and down the entrance to her churning passage until the hotly throbbing tip rested firmly in her quivering cuntal mouth.
"Now, Jeff, now!"
His hips lunged forward, driving the swollen shaft into her wide-spread pussy.
"Ooooooo" she moaned as she thrust her pelvis upward trying to take more of him. His long, thick cock slammed up into her cunt to the very depths of her smooth white belly warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy sheath with its rigidity, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter with each passing second. He drove unceasingly until his blood-swollen cockhead hit her cervix, and his sperm-filled testicles smacked noisily against the firm round cheeks of her slightly lifted buttocks.
She squealed in rapture as he withdrew and plunged again, and then again, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, feeling her pliant flesh moving under him as she strained to meet each pounding jerk. He tightened the muscles of his buttocks and drove into her again, trying to establish a rhythm. Instinctively following his lead, she labored to clasp every inch of his thick pole with the clenching muscles of her vagina.
"Oh, Jeff, it's so beautiful, so goooooood," she cried out, her mind lost in the dizzying spirals of ecstasy. Her legs opened and closed around his hips as she bucked beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his desire-hardened cock could enter her. She felt totally possessed by him and, at that moment, wanted nothing so much as for him to just take her like an animal: to show her that he was the victor by sheer power in the eternal struggle between the sexes, to make her scream out the agonizing pleasure of her defeat.
Jeff looked down at his wife as she writhed mindlessly on the floor beneath him, her head thrashing from side to side as her fingers clawed at his back and buttocks in an effort to bring him closer. Her lips were moist and parted and from her throat came a long, low wail of pleasure. Like a pestle in a mortar, he worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding weapon as he pounded and crashed into the smooth fleshy sheath. His tempo increased as her legs clamped tightly around his hips, tensing on each stroke to bring him down to her with even more fury. He sensed that she was rapidly approaching her climax as her knees drew up and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly against his ramming member, sucking him deeper and deeper into her, trapping his hardened flesh with unbelievable muscular ripples and twitches.
"Come on, baby," he rasped, clamping down on her bobbing breasts and squeezing them savagely in the heat of his own passion. "Shake it, sweetheart. Move your ass!"
The cruel shock of pain from her tortured breasts almost halted Ally's impending orgasm, but then suddenly it didn't matter at all. The pain changed into another sensation, expanding her arousal, sparking an even greater ecstasy than she had felt before.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oooooooooh...." she began to chant rapturously as her husband's excitedly throbbing penis drubbed savagely into her steaming pussy, slamming against her upturned cervix, his balls smacking heavily against her quivering buttocks. Finally it was too much to bear, and, like a dam collapsing before a flood wave, her mind began to disintegrate before the force of the overpowering sensation that was radiating out from her loins.
With an abrupt deep-throated moan, Ally's body began to vibrate uncontrollably, her legs jack-knifing out and around over his back as her heels pounded wildly against his buttocks. Feeling his wife reach her pinnacle of excitement, Jeff was aware that his cock had begun to expand inside his wife's trembling cunt, growing bigger and bigger until he thought it might burst from the fantastic pressure of lust building in his testicles.
Then, suddenly, Jeff, too, could hold back no longer. The muscles in his buttocks began to tense and twitch as the boiling sperm began to churn up through his bloated balls and jerking cock, exploding out into his wife's spastically clasping cunt. Cupping the round cheeks of her firm young ass closer around his throbbing member, he beat a wild tattoo against her up-thrust loins. Then, with a groan, and a last dying spurt of hot male semen deep up into her belly, he collapsed on her naked, quivering form.
For a while, they lay like that, silently, their bodies trembling together in the afterglow of their ecstasy. Then Ally opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sweet, satisfied smile.
"Oh, Jeff, I do love you so much," she murmured. "That was so beautiful ... it seems to get better every time."
Maybe for you, he thought wearily, as his earlier dissatisfaction began to drift back into his mind. "Sure, baby, it was wonderful," he mumbled. But, he added mentally, it would have been a whole lot more exciting if you could manage to get over your damn hang-ups about oral sex.
He could feel that Ally was beginning to wriggle impatiently, trying to indicate to him that she wanted to get out from under the weight of his body. What's the matter, baby, he thought bitterly, what's your hurry: are you afraid you, might be tempted to do something nasty if you stay around me too long? His returning annoyance was quickly growing to anger as he thought about his wife's selfish and narrow-minded prudishness.
"Darling, I'd better get up now," he heard her meekly suggest. "I ought to get washed and start shopping for dinner."
"To hell with dinner," he growled. "We'll go to a restaurant tonight. I'm your husband and I want you right here!"
Her quiet reasonableness had infuriated him even more. Why did she always have to be so responsible, he fumed, so worried about everything but him. Sure, he wanted a good wife, but every woman should be a little bit of a whore, just enough to really let go when it came to sex with her husband. It was just his rotten luck to land up with a beautiful, sexy looking wife who came equipped with more than her share of puritan virtue.
His limp cock was still nestled snugly in the warm, moist confine of her vagina and, as she struggled to find a more comfortable position beneath him, he could feel the soft, hair-lined opening rubbing against the base of his deflated organ. The exciting friction made it twitch with the beginnings of rejuvenation. Now, she was not only telling him what he could do, he raged mentally, but she was trying to dictate how many times he could do it. Venting the angry frustration he felt, he raised up his hips, then slammed his again hardening cock back down into her already sperm-flooded pussy, feeling the juices seeping out around his balls and down the soft crevice of her open buttocks.
Ally gasped as she lost her breath with the force of his unexpected thrust. There was no longer any question in her mind that something was definitely wrong between them: he had never acted like this before, treating her body as though she were a cheap slut he was paying to have sex with him. Her worries were soon forgotten, however, as his rapidly swelling shaft began to slip in and out of her wide-stretched passage, making her forget everything but the burning hunger that was again kindling in her loins.
Jeff was infuriated as he saw his wife immediately responding to his rhythmic lunges. In his anger, he had wanted to take her against her will, to punish her for denying him the pleasures that were his by right. He wished his cock were hardening in her mouth instead of her cunt, sliding in and out between those full, pouty lips, growing long and hard until she could barely accept the full length of it into her mouth. But then, he thrust the desire from his mind, knowing that she would only refuse again, as she had done every time he had ever asked her to suck him. So, he stabbed into her again, venting his anger, using her body as a mere object on which to gain his own gratification.
A smile of sadistic satisfaction crossed his face as he felt Ally approaching another climax. Pushing himself harder, he fucked into her with more and more power until she was mewling and writhing with passion. Then, suddenly, he stopped....
"What ... what happened, darling?" Ally gasped, her body trembling with frustration. Staring up at him through lust-glazed eyes, she saw that his lips were twisted in a grin of cruel delight. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop, Jeff!"
"Don't worry, baby. You'll get your cock," he chuckled ominously. "We're just going to do it a new way. Turn over!"
Feeling his weight lifting off of her, she unthinking followed his command, twisting around until the front of her body was pressed down into the carpet. "What are you doing, Jeff?" she asked as she felt his strong fingers clamp around her hips, pulling her lower torso up until she was on her knees, her full rounded buttocks waving nakedly in the air behind.
"Just shut up and hold still," he snapped. "For once, we're going to do things my way!" He stared down at her smooth, white buttocks, feeling a wave of lust wash over him at the idea of his innocent young bride kneeling before him like a slave. He knew that she was going to think that what he was going to do was wrong and dirty-and that was just what was going to make it so good!
Ally felt his hands stretching open the twin mounds of her buttocks, spreading them wider and wider apart. The first realization of what he was going to do penetrated her passion-fogged brain. He was going to take her from the back-like dogs did it! "Oh, no, Jeff, not like that!" she protested. "I can't ... it's wrong!" She cringed before his touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks clenching tightly together. She tried to draw her thighs together, but his knees insinuated between them and held them cruelly open.
"Okay, baby, now relax," he whispered. "I'm going to slip it in, nice and easy...."
He moved forward and guided his long thick cock into the entrance of her cunt, then surged into her, pulling her hips back until his loins crushed hard into her buttocks.
"Ooooooooh, Goooooood," Ally cried out as she felt his blunt tipped weapon slam against her cervix. He had never entered her this deeply before. Behind her, she could feel him pushing forward with all his strength, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider apart as he strained to sink it as deeply as he could into her quivering white belly.
She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the long hard fleshy staff from imbedding itself further, but it was no use. Her struggles only seemed to incite him more as her cuntal muscles clasping around him, wet and warm in protest against the unwanted entry, enclosed around him like warm melted butter and made the huge cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled beyond all possible imagination.
She felt completely humiliated, kneeling before him in servile acceptance like a slave of old to be used as her master desired. Her face was flushed, her long black hair hanging down to the floor as she unsteadily tried to support herself while Jeff rammed into her harder and harder. Tears of helpless indignation filled her eyes as she tried to imagine what would make him do such a thing, making her feel dirty ... like an animal ... and there was nothing she could do but accept the vile, obscene usage of her body without resistance.
Behind her, her husband's eyes gleamed as he watched the long, hard whiteness of his cock, glistening from her vaginal secretions and his own sperm, pistoning in and out of her trembling behind. He felt his excitement growing stronger than it had been in months as he saw the ragged pink edges of her cunt lips drawing back with each outstroke and then being swallowed in again as he thrust forward driving his rigid cock far up into her velvety depths. He could feel the pressure already building again in his balls and he pumped into her harder, squeezing all around her soft, joggling buttocks. His thick inflated cock ached and burned as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering over his face.
Letting loose of her hips, he reached down under her torso and cupped her full, swinging breasts, crushing their bulk into her chest and pulling her sharply back and down on his rampant prick. He was almost there and he continued to ram eagerly into her with long hard strokes, controlling her body by the pressure of his hands on her breasts and his cock in her tormented vagina.
Her protests had stretched into a long, low continuous whine and he vaguely wondered for a moment if he were hurting her, but he couldn't think about it for long. His body had become a mindless mass of sheer driving lust and he strained for an end to the exquisite sensation, striking again and again into her softest, most vulnerable part.
Through the haze of her humiliation and shame, Ally could feel him growing deep, deep inside her until it felt as though he were going to split her in two. Over and over he moaned, ignoring her cries, babbling incoherently as he slammed into her harder and harder. She felt sweat dripping down from his face onto her defenseless buttocks, running in tiny rivulets down her thighs to the floor. It will be over soon; he's almost there, she tried to comfort herself, as he attacked her body with increased fury.
Suddenly, he threw back his head and, with a soul-searing groan, began spewing his boiling sperm in great jerking waves into the hot open cavern of his slavishly kneeling wife's cunt. She trembled and moaned helplessly before him as he shot spurt after spurt of his excited male cum deep inside her, filling her womb and belly to bursting. At last, he gasped and fell forward, forcing his wife's body down flat beneath him and he lay there on top of her trying to catch his breath.
"Wow!" he finally said. "That was really wild. We'll have to do that more often!"
Ally did not try to disagree with him, but lay silent beneath his panting body, trying to collect her scattered thoughts. Her breasts ached from his cruel manipulations and her vagina still throbbed hotly from his punishing treatment. She was not really angry, but more puzzled and hurt by his insensitive treatment of her. But how could she protest if he had really enjoyed it so much? After all, she rationalized, that was a wife's duty, to sexually satisfy her husband. Still, it didn't seem fair of him to force her to do something that she thought was not quite right ... and what had he meant when he said that they were going to do things his way, "for a change?" Had he really been unsatisfied with their sex life and never told her about it?
"Jeff?" she finally began hesitantly, trying desperately to put her thoughts into words that would not anger him. "Why ... why did you want to ... make love to me ... that way?"
Above her, her husband grinned in lazy contentment. "Oh, I just thought we needed a little change of pace...."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ally felt the weight of his body lifting off her, then heard the sound of his bare feet padding off toward the bathroom. Far from comforting her, his casual statement had only increased her misery and uncertainty. He had taken her brutally, like a wild animal, and then all he had to say was that they needed "a change of pace." She had felt: such need and had not even been aware of his discontent. No, it was cruel and unfair of him to use her like that, she finally decided, and she wasn't going to let it happen again. Who knows what else it might lead to? she thought indignantly.
If only he didn't have so many strange, perverted ideas about sex ... she thought wearily as her exhausted body and mind began to drift into sleep. Unhappily, she curled into the child-like fetal position there on the living room floor and allowed sleep to mercifully overtake her troubled mind.
CHAPTER TWO
Ally felt an unexpected twinge of nervousness as she stood in the corridor of George Washington High School and knocked lightly on the door marked "Principal." Around her, hundreds of teenage students milled in the narrow hallway, gossiping, comparing homework papers and banging in and out of their metal storage lockers that were lined up along the walls. It was almost eight-thirty, time for the first class period to begin and time for her to report for her first day of her new job, as secretary to Angus Gardwell, the principal of the high school.
This was the first time she had been in a high school since she had graduated from her own, over five years ago, and it felt strange to be there now. In comparison with the young people who were now surrounding her, she felt really grown-up for the first time, no longer a part of the temporary world of books and tests, complexion problems and steady boyfriends. It was not an entirely welcome feeling and she nervously patted her long black hair and straightened her plaid mini-skirt, hoping she didn't look too much out of place among the teenagers.
"Well, hello there, Mrs. Carson," she suddenly heard a deep masculine voice booming from behind her. "I see you're right on time."
Whirling around, she crashed into the tall, brawny form of the principal who had come up behind her as she waited outside his door. "Oh, ex-excuse me, Mr. Cardwell," she sputtered in embarrassment as she quickly stepped back away from him. "I-I was just waiting for you to answer my knock."
The big, middle-aged man just laughed heartily at her confusion. His good humor was so infectious that Ally soon forgot her embarrassment and began to laugh too. "I certainly hope I haven't disappointed you on your first day," he finally said, grinning down at her. "Had I known you were going to be here so early, I certainly would have been here to let you in before you bruised those pretty little knuckles of yours on my door."
"Oh, I've only been here a minute or two," Ally started to explain, then smiled self-consciously as she realized that the principal had only been teasing her. Before she could speak further, the gray-haired man turned away for a moment to greet one of the students, a pretty, red-headed girl whose lush, well-developed body contrasted markedly with her sweet young face.
"Watch out for that boyfriend of yours, Kim," he quipped jovially, adding, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Then, as the laughing youngster turned to walk away, Ally watched him reach out and affectionately pinch one of the twin half-moons of her trim young buttocks. As she gasped in shocking disbelief, the young wife saw the teenager grin back over her shoulder and slyly wink at the principal. Ally stared after her in horrified silence as the youngster strode off to class, her full-rounded hips swinging provocatively under her skimpy suede skirt.
"Charming girl," the principal commented as he fitted a key into his door, oblivious to Ally's disapproving look. "One of our most precious students."
A moment later, he had disappeared into the dark interior of his office and, after a moment's hesitation, Ally followed him in, closing the door behind her. The darkness of the room was soon dispelled as the principal strode noisily from window to window, pulling back the heavy, dark velvet drapes to let in the brilliant morning sunlight. While he went around the room, drawing the draperies, Ally stood quietly, just inside the door, wondering uneasily about the strange scene she had witnessed out in the hallway. There must be some explanation, she reasoned to herself, but she could not remember any principal she had ever seen acting so ... so intimate with one of his students.
"For God's sake, sit down, woman," the principal's voice suddenly thundered, squelching her train of thought. "Are you going to guard the door all day." Pull up a chair and let's get acquainted before we get you to work!"
"Y-yes, sir," Ally answered feebly, momentarily stunned by the volume of his deep bass voice. She hurried to seat herself in one of the leather upholstered chairs that surrounded the huge mahogany desk at which he now sat.
"And don't 'sir' me," he commanded brusquely. "Inside this office I am Angus. Now, what do people call you?"
"Allison ... er, Ally, sir, I mean, Angus." Ally leaned back in her chair, trying to recover her composure. She felt completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening and especially by the force of the principal's personality.
"All right, Ally," he grinned. "How long have you been married to that pompous young ass?"
She started at the unexpected question. Pompous ass? "Do you mean Jeff?" she inquired timidly.
"Well, how many pompous asses do you live with?" he roared, then chortled at his own joke.
"Jeff and I have been married for almost six months," she said haughtily, beginning to take offense at his casual disparagement of her husband. "Six lovely months!"
"Humph, is that so?" he commented. "Well, if you're satisfied, who am I to say anything. Though it looks to me like you're more of a woman than that young pup could-"
"I beg your pardon, sir," Ally interrupted him, rising from her chair with indignation. "I came here to do a job, not to hear a discourse on your opinion of my husband, and I have no intention of either listening or even staying here unless ... you ... you stop...." Ally's voice faltered, then stopped as she realized the principal was not listening to what she was saying, but was taking advantage of her standing position to study her body.
She could feel as much as see his eyes running over her like hot coals, burning through the layers of clothing that covered her, until she was almost certain that he could see right down to her smooth creamy flesh. But it wasn't his lascivious glance that so confused and disturbed her as the arrogant confidence of his look, as though he were inspecting her to make sure she was up to his standards. Yet, even with all the foul and vile implications of his licentious gaze, Ally couldn't help the near-prurient sensations his sparkling blue eyes sent through her body as they undressed her so knowledgeably. She shivered under the lustful intensity of his stare, then sat back down in the chair, realizing suddenly that she was having trouble catching her breath.
"Excuse me if I said the wrong thing, Ally," the principal said with a quiet sincerity that shocked her even more than his searing gaze. "I occasionally overstep myself."
Ally stared at him, trying to figure out exactly what kind of game he was now playing with her mind. To her amazement, she could discern no trace of the lustful gaze he had shown only a minute ago. Instead, he was quietly smiling at her, talking in a calm and friendly tone as if she were a business associate or a newly-introduced acquaintance.
Had she imagined that look in his eyes, she wondered?
"Oh, that's all right," Ally replied with a tremulous smile, uncertain of exactly how to deal with this strange and disturbing man. "I'm sorry I got angry ... It might be that I'm just a little nervous...."
"Don't worry about it, my dear," he warmly assured her. "We'll get you to work and you'll be feeling at home here in absolutely no time. Your desk is right over there," he said, nodding toward the part of the room that was closest to the door."
Ally twisted around and peered over the back of her chair. There, in the corner, was a small, green metal desk and typewriter stand. On the desk was a tall, crystal vase, holding a single red rose.
"You'll be doing mostly my correspondence and file work," he continued, his tone becoming brisk and business-like. "I'm afraid my last secretary left me rather abruptly, so I'd advise you to clean out the desk first thing. No telling what she left behind. After you've finished with that, there are some letters to be typed in your top drawer." He rose from his chair, adding, "I'm leaving now, for an hour or so. I'll see you later."
As soon as she heard the door click shut behind the departing principal, Ally leaned back into the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. It was no surprise to discover that her hands were trembling and she sat quietly for a moment, trying to calm her frazzled nerves before she began work.
Just as she felt that she was again getting a grip on herself, the door banged open.
"Ally?" she heard the principal's voice reverberating through the office. "Where are you, woman?"
"Right here," she volunteered anxiously, jumping up from the chair and pivoting to face him. "I-I was just trying to, um, organize my thoughts."
"A very commendable project, my dear," he chortled, obviously taking delight in her flustered air. "I just dropped in to tell you that the door to the records room is underneath the draperies behind my desk. Just as a point of interest for when you feel you are organized enough to examine the filing system .-. ."
The sound of his amused chuckling was cut off by the slam of the door as he banged out again.
Good Lord, he's completely insane, Ally thought, smiling in spite of herself. Then, she remembered what he had said about her husband and her smile faded. No one had ever said anything like that about Jeff before. Even though she had to admit that he took himself a little too seriously at times, he was, nevertheless, a good husband. At least, he had been completely to her liking until this very weekend, she mused, her thoughts going back to the disquieting events of the two days before.
After what had happened on Saturday, when they had made love so beautifully at first and then he had taken her from the back, ruthlessly and without regard to her feelings, after that, she had decided that perhaps it was not wrong, after all. And, feeling very proud of her broad-mindedness, she had decided that the next time he wanted to do it like that, she would try, really try, to enjoy it.
But, then, she thought angrily, that very same night, when she was still aching and bruised from his cruel handling of her body, he had tried to actually force her to kiss and suck his penis. Her stomach felt queasy at the very thought of that horrible scene. By that time, she had felt justified in getting absolutely furious. Of course, he had gotten angry too and said a lot of things she was certain he didn't really mean. He had actually dared to call her a frigid wife, she remembered, after everything he had put her through that afternoon. And now, he was sulking, she thought resentfully, as though he had actually been wronged by her.
Well, she didn't care this time, Ally thought angrily, as she stamped across the principal's office to her desk. She was not going to act like a whore for her husband or anyone else and he could be silent and cold until ... until he died of loneliness. This time, she was not going to try to reason with him. He would find out that she could be just as stubborn as he!
Forcefully dropping her weight down into the swivel steno chair behind the desk, she wrath-fully jerked open the top drawer in the row of three down the side of the desk and began to sort through its contents. Besides pads, pencils, filing cards and other assorted equipment, she found much evidence that the former secretary had left in a hurry, just as the principal had said. She had left behind various articles of make-up and a half-full pack of cigarettes.
After cleaning and arranging the drawer, Ally went on to the next one. She found that it was completely empty except for a large manila envelope. Inquisitively, she withdrew it and pried open the metal clasp that held the envelope shut. Inside, she saw a thick packet of photographic prints.
Instinctively, Ally knew that the pictures were probably none of her business, but just as she was about to replace them in the drawer, the image of the principal's face, when he was so intently studying her body, came to her mind. Though she was not yet sure whether or not she liked her new boss, Ally was certain that she wanted to know more about him, to understand, if she could, what he was thinking about when he had stared at her with those insolently burning eyes. Perhaps, the pictures would give her some clue, she rationalized, as she pulled the pile of photographs from the envelope.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared in shocked horror at the topmost picture. There, in blazing, blatant color, was a photograph of a man and a woman, doing something, in front of a camera, that was so vile and shocking that Ally flinched back in her chair at the very sight of it. The woman in the picture was sprawled on a bed, completely naked, her legs spread obscenely apart. Between them was buried the head of the naked man and, from the angle of the camera, Ally could see that his thick pink tongue was sunk deep up into the woman's widely open vaginal slit.
"Oh, my God," Ally gasped as her gaze travelled to the woman's face. To her horrified amazement, she saw that the woman actually appeared to be enjoying the degrading humiliating ministrations of the man's tongue and mouth. In the photograph, her head was thrown back, her face twisted in a lewd grimace of sexual frenzy.
"Oh god, that's sick, it's disgusting," Ally muttered, picking up the pile of photographs to replace them in the envelope. Then, for reasons she did not really understand, she stopped. Despite her revulsion at the vile act portrayed in the photograph, she felt a strange, forbidden curiosity in the pit of her stomach, tiny tendrils of unwanted sensation creeping over her loins. This was filthy smut, she told herself, but, despite the warnings of her conscience, she went on to the second photograph.
Ally was not even aware of the strangling noise that forced its way up from her lungs as she stared in perverse fascination at the next picture. There was the same girl, now crouching on the floor, between the legs of the man who sat on the edge of the bed, her wetly ovaled mouth clasped greedily around the man's rock-hard cock. The photograph was so realistic that Ally could almost see the thick white penis sinking upward into the girl's lovely, salaciously contorted face. The girl's expression was reverent, almost adoring, as she sucked at the massive rod, her red, lipstick -rimmed lips a thin rim around the broad base as both of her hands were cupped around his sperm-inflated balls.
Ally swallowed tightly and closed her eyes to the obscene tableau pictured before her. She felt as though she were petrified, in some befogged coma of rising excitement. Her loins and belly had begun to churn warmly, alive with tiny prurient tingles she had never felt before, except when she and Jeff were making love.
Though a voice in her mind was telling her over and over again to throw the pictures away, tear them up, do anything to escape from the vile, bestial reality they presented, she continued to slowly thumb through them, studying each picture carefully before she went on to the next. Some were not quite so objectionable to her, portraying actions that she and Jeff had done many times, but most filled her with a mingled feeling of loathing and excitement. Some of the photographs even frightened her a little, showing the woman being violated in inhuman ways by sometimes two and three men at the same time, but still she went on, her fright and disgust completely overpowered by the strange hypnotic fascination the pictures held.
Anyone who would do these things is sick, she kept saying to herself, and yet there was the undeniable fact that the woman in the pictures invariably looked as though she were utterly mad with ecstasy. Unthinkingly, Ally began to squirm her buttocks down against the hard leather cushion of her chair, trying instinctively to alleviate the raging fires that were burning between her thighs. One of her hands began to massage her breasts, that felt swollen and heavy under her thin yellow blouse.
Suddenly, she realized that she was on the next to the last picture. With an unexplainable feeling of regret, she went on to the last one. There for the first time, the woman was alone on the bed, and yet this photograph was no less licentious than the others. Ally's shocked gaze wandered over the photograph, absorbing the lewd spectacle of the woman trying to satisfy herself, without a man.
In a way, Ally found this picture even more scandalous than all the others. Repelled yet spellbound, she gazed glassy-eyed at the woman whose vaginal lips were spread hungrily apart, impaled by three fingers of her one hand. Her other hand was clamped tightly around one of her full, white breasts.
Without conscience decision, Ally leaned back in her desk chair and squeezed her fingers tightly around one of her own ripe, tingling mounds, while her other hand snaked down under her skirt. Slowly, her slender fingers worked their way between her thighs, pressing and rubbing against the silken fabric that covered her now in voluntarily burning vaginal slit. Then, trembling in delicious anticipation, she slipped a finger under the silken crotchband of her panties, tiny groans of excitement rising from her constricted throat....
Abruptly, an electric-like jolt shot through Ally and she nearly cried out in alarm as the loud clanging of bells filled the office with their ear-splitting racket. Outside the office, Ally could hear the clatter of footsteps and chattering young voices as the students poured from their classrooms into the corridor.
A second later, she almost laughed out loud from sheer relief. It was only the bell, signaling the end of the first class period. Guiltily, she looked down at her fingers which were wrapped so tightly around the edge of the desk that the knuckles showed bloodless white. The middle finger of her left hand was glistening wetly from the moisture it had found down between her limply open legs.
She shuddered in horror at the thought of the depraved arousal that had held her its captive only seconds before. Angrily, she gathered up the photographs that lay scattered on her desk and stuffed them back into the envelope. A moment later, the sealed packet lay in her waste basket, a dark spot on the yellowish envelope where the young school teacher's wife's vagina dampened finger had touched it.
* * *
It was almost an hour later when the principal returned, accompanied by a man who was introduced to Ally as the director of the board of education. By this time, she had finished typing the correspondence Cardwell had left in her desk and had managed, by pure force of well, to still the sexual turbulence the packet of photographs had inspired.
While waiting for the principal's return she had debated within herself as to whether or not she should mention the pictures she had found in her desk, but at last had come to the conclusion that it would be easier to stay silent about them. The mere thought of the contents of that envelope sent ripples of excitement scurrying through her body and she was afraid she would betray herself, exposing her moral weakness in front of her new employer. Besides she had mused, there was always the chance that he had left those pictures in the desk and, if that was the case, she did not want him to ever know the effect the obscene photographs had had on her body and mind.
She had even decided to avoid telling her husband, Jeff, about the pictures. If he ever discovered the effect they had had on her, he might take it as license to try to force her to do those same horrible things. She knew now that she was too susceptible to carnal impurity and therefore, she would have to try even harder to stay free of the sensual temptation that suddenly seemed to be surrounding her and trying to drag her under into a whirlpool of corruption.
Now, she watched as the principal sat down behind his desk and the other man pulled one of the leather chairs closer to the desk and seat-ed himself there. When the two men began to speak. together in low tones, she realized that they might want to have a private conversation. She rose and walked quietly over to Cardwell's desk.
"Excuse me, sir," she interrupted timidly. "I'm going to go look at the files now, if you don't need me."
The principal looked up from his conversation. "For God's sake, woman, can't you do anything on your own?" he bellowed. "Go on and examine the records. In the odd chance that you find anything interesting, be sure to let me know. Now, get out of here and don't bother me unless it's something important!"
"Yes, sir," Ally muttered, embarrassed by his outburst in front of the other man. Fuming over the principal's insulting abruptness, she strode to the back of his desk and looked under the draperies. There, as he had said, was a door. Opening it, she went inside and pulled the light cord that extended from the ceiling.
The file room was a long closet with a door at the far end that apparently led out to the corridor. After looking around her for a moment, she began to study the labels on the file drawers.
Suddenly, she heard a loud burst of guffaws that sounded like it had come from somewhere in the room in which she was standing. Her eyes searched the room for the source of the laughter, finally coming to rest on the long row of air vents that ran along the ceiling of the room. Of course, she realized with a sigh of relief, it was only the principal and his friend talking. She wondered for a brief moment if the principal was aware of how well the sound carried into the file room, then shrugged her shoulders and returned to her perusal of the many cabinet drawers.
"He did what?" Ally suddenly heard the principal shout in amused delight. She heard his voice break up into loud chuckles, before he gasped, "I don't believe it!"
"Would I lie to you, Gus?" she heard the other man crow. "I swear, I saw it right there, in broad daylight. He had that hot assed young kid bent over a desk and he was fucking her like it was the last day in the world! And during lunch hour, for Christ's sake! I had trouble believing it and I was standing right outside the door.'"
"I'll have to bring him in here for a little talk," the principal said, his voice sobering for a moment. "We can't have that sort of thing going on in the building during school hours. The stupid bastard might have been caught!"
Ally's body felt petrified as she listened to the conversation in horrified amazement. Then, she recoiled, as if struck by the renewed peals of laughter that came cascading through the vents. She couldn't believe the appalling things she had just heard. Was it a teacher, she wondered, and a student? She shuddered in loathing as she imagined some innocent young girl being seduced then raped over a desk in one of the classrooms. No, it couldn't be, she thought, shaking her head slowly in disbelief. It just couldn't be....
"Well, let's get the young bugger in here," she heard the principal abruptly exclaim in between fits of chuckling glee. "We're just going to have to tell him again that he can't keep on ripping off these girls in his classroom. Jesus, last time, he had two of those youngsters sucking him off at the same time! In the goddamned teachers' bathroom!"
Ally's eyes were wide with disgust and loathing as she heard the two men break into chortles and guffaws at this new piece of information. How could they laugh at something as vile as that? she wondered in horror. That was sick, disgusting-and they were no better for laughing at it, she decided angrily. She was not going to remain here for another moment!
She was just about to turn the doorknob of the entrance back into the office when she had second thoughts. She just could not face those two men after what she had just heard. She didn't want to be anywhere near them. Turning around, she rushed down to the door at the end of the file room. As she started to pull it open, she heard the principal begin to speak again.
"Those damn kids just out of college," he chuckled. "It takes them a few years to learn they're not teenagers anymore, but they certainly do enjoy learning...." She heard him sigh loudly, then burst into more sniggers, before she stepped out into the hallway and closed the door.
Their laughter still echoed horribly in her ears as she looked up and down the long corridor, trying to determine where she could go. And, though she tried to block out the ugly thought, something else they had said remained in the front of her mind. "Damn kids just out of college...." The words rang like the bells of doom through her tortured brain. They couldn't be talking about ... No, she told herself, trying to thrust the painful idea from her thought. He wouldn't ... couldn't do that to her. It was too unspeakable to even think about.
Looking up at the clock, she suddenly remembered that this was Jeff's free period. Thank God, she thought, she could go talk to him. She would tell him that he was right about the job, about the principal. And then she would go home and make him the best dinner she had ever cooked. And try to forget about this terrible, frightening day. Why had she ever been so stupid as to doubt that he was right, she wondered, lovingly picturing her tall, handsome husband in her mind's eye. She would never be so silly again.
Uncertain of which room was his classroom, she began to walk up the hallway, carefully reading the teachers' names that were posted over each classroom door, grateful she had a loving husband to turn to at a time like this.
CHAPTER THREE
An hour earlier that morning, Jeff Carson was watching his students as they sat hard at work on an algebra test he had just given them. To be more specific, Jeff was watching young Kim Reed as she worked and reworked one of the more difficult problems. The girl may not have a head for algebra, he thought to himself, but her body was definitely designed with multiplication in mind. He chuckled briefly at his little joke, then stopped quickly as several students stared up from their papers to find out what he was laughing at.
After meeting their eyes with a stern gaze, he turned around and strolled back up the aisle of desks to his own desk at the front of the room. The teasing little bitch had been driving him crazy since the first day of school and she knew it. It was as though she were deliberately trying to seduce him, a man almost ten years older than she. He shook his head in disbelief at the crazy idea, then looked over to where she was seated in the back corner of the classroom.
Almost as though she knew he was watching, the young red-haired student began to wriggle down in her chair, her eyes still glued innocently to the test before her. Jeff felt his throat tighten as he saw her skirt slowly rising up her creamy thighs as she maneuvered to a more comfortable position. The damn thing didn't have too far to go, he observed, spellbound as the scrap of fawn-colored suede slid higher and higher on her smooth muscular limb. Then, when the exciting curve of her ripe young buttocks was poised on the very edge of her chair, she stopped and began to slowly stretch her long, shapely legs as if to exhibit them to his burning gaze. He could see her sensuously wriggling her toes under the dark suede boots she wore.
The little cunt is teasing me, he thought angrily, and with a willful effort, tore his eyes away from the sight of her fully exposed legs. A minute later, his eyes jerked back, however, as she languidly crossed her legs, driving her miniskirt up another two inches. Jeff swallowed with difficulty. From where he sat at his desk, he could see the tight round curve of one cheek of her ass, covered only by a narrow strip of flowered silk panties.
Good Christ, he thought to himself, are those little things her panties? They look like a damn G-string!
A sickening guilty feeling hit him in the pit of his stomach and his gaze rose to her face. As he had feared, she had caught him staring at her again. Her big-eyed, little girl face wore a smile of impish invitation that couldn't be misread and, as he watched, she puckered her pink, heart shaped lips and coyly inserted the forefinger of her left hand between them. Staring back at him in insolent delight, she began teasing the finger in and out of her mouth, sucking on it as though it were a stick of peppermint candy.
He could barely hold back the groan that rose to his throat as he saw exactly what she wanted him to see, his cock, instead of her finger, going in and out between those pink, puckered lips. He tried forcing the picture from his mind, but it was no use. It was impossible to deny that he would love to see those rose-bud lips stretched thin around his thick, hard prick, to feel the head of his cock sliding into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. And, man, she would love it too, he thought bitterly, unlike another woman in my life.
Unhappily, his thoughts drifted back to Saturday night, when he had tried again to prove to his young wife that there was nothing dirty about sucking her husband's cock. He had been so confident that he'd even tried to force her for a moment, thinking that, as soon as she tried it, she would find that it was not horrible, even fun. Fat chance, he fumed. She had gone into her virgin act, raving as though he had just tried to rape her mother or something.
Well, fuck her, he thought angrily. This time, he was going to wait her out, no talk, no kisses, nothing until she decided to see things his way. And she would, he was sure of it. She enjoyed her gooey idea of romance too much to let it all go down the drain for the sake of her stupid Victorian morality.
And, until she came around, he just had to concentrate on keeping his hands off this hot little red-head. He did love Ally, whether she believed it or not after this weekend, and inviting as Kim Reed looked, it would be nothing but trouble to let himself get mixed up with a fifteen-year-old kid.
Almost as soon as his thought had crystallized, however, he felt his determination begin to weaken. His luscious student had taken her finger from her mouth and was slowly rubbing it over the pointed tip of one of her breasts. He realized with a start that she had worn no bra under the tight white jersey as soon as the nipple under her finger began to come to erection under her manipulations. He could see the tiny bud-like protuberance, clearly delineated under the thin knit shirt. Despite his noble resolves, he was aware of his cock insistently lurching under his trousers.
Damn her, he fumed, this has got to stop! "Kim, will you please stay after class," he managed to croak through the lump in his throat. Checking the clock, he added, "All right, students, pass up your papers. Time's up...."
Two minutes later, the class was empty except for Jeff and the lush-bodied teenager, who was languidly strolling up to his desk, obviously aware of the effect her swaying hips were having on his still rampant prick. Trying desperately to control his mounting desire, Jeff stared fixedly at the grade book that lay open on his desk, staying silent until she arrived at the front of the room.
"Kim, I've been meaning to have a talk with you for some time," he began in a voice that he hoped sounded stern and authoritative, crossing his legs in a vain effort to hide the obvious bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
"I'm certainly glad," the teenager breathed, moving up so close that one of her full, high breasts was brushing across his upper arm. "I've been wanting to talk to you alone for the longest time, Mr. Carson, but I didn't exactly know how to go about it."
"Oh, really? Well, what did you want to talk about," he asked coolly, hoping that she hadn't noticed the lurch of his cock as her musky feminine scent assailed his nostrils.
He smiled slightly in triumphant satisfaction as his question made her pause. I should have taken this approach a week ago, he congratulated himself. The direct approach is the only way to deal properly with some youngsters.
"Well, you see, Mr. Carson," she finally said, speaking slowly as if trying to find the right words. "I think you're really groovy. I mean, well ... I'm not in love with you or anything ... It's just that I think it would be really far out if we could get together and, well, fuck. You know?"
"Kim, you don't know what you're saying," he gasped once he had recovered from his shock at hearing her say exactly what she meant. He had never even met a grown woman this bold-and he certainly hadn't expected it from a teenage girl.
"Oh, is that what you think?" she grinned, hopping up to sit on his desk and crossing her legs so he could see right up her skirt to where tiny curling tendrils of youthful pubic hair had escaped from the sides of her tiny flowered panties. Smiling mischievously, she added, "Well, teacher, I might even be able to show you a thing or two, if you gave me the chance."
Jeff started in surprise as he felt the pointed toe of one of her boots rubbing gently against the swollen lump of his trousers. "Now, stop that," he gasped as he felt himself involuntarily hardening from the teasing motion of her foot. Then, his thoughts were interrupted by the bell signaling the beginning of second period. Thank God, he thought with relief. "Kim, shouldn't you be in your next class now?" he asked, smiling a little too brightly for belief. "We can talk some other time ... I mean...."
He flushed as he saw her smile and shake her head. "I have study hall this period," she purred. "And I can take it anywhere I want...." She winked to emphasize the double meaning of her remark, and gave a little flick of her toe that sent his cock jerking again.
"You like it, don't you?" she inquired with a low, throaty laugh. "Don't worry about your trousers. I'll brush the dust off them before I leave."
Before he could answer, she uncrossed her legs and slid off the desk to stand beside him. No matter how good it had felt, Jeff was glad she had stopped. He was in such a state of shock, he still was not certain whether she was kidding or not. But she just had to be. Things like this just don't happen-not with beautiful, fifteen-year-old girls!
He sat still for a moment, trying to think of something to say to dissuade the young girl from her expressed desire for him. But, before he could collect his thoughts, she moved closer to him, rotating her pelvis against his arm, her small white hand dropping down to softly massage the painful bulge under his trousers. Her eyes sparkling brightly, a small confident smile playing over her lips, the student leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, forcing his lips open with her tongue, then drawing his tongue into the sweet, warm cavern of her mouth. Without considering what he was doing, Jeff instinctively responded and reached up to wrap his arms around her small body, pulling her down against him.
"See, it's not so hard," she whispered into his ear, a moment later as she broke away from the long, passionate embrace.
The sound of her sweet, childish voice brought Jeff back to his senses. Abruptly, he thrust her away from him, his eyes flashing with anger.
"God damn it, Kim!" he barked anxiously straightening his clothes to make sure they would carry no tales of his momentary infidelity. "I could lose my job for what you just did? Now, listen! I don't want anything to do with you, except as a teacher. The answer is no and that's the end of it!"
The beautiful teenager stood erect beside him and Jeff could see the warmth in her big blue eyes frosting over. Her expression had changed to a smile that was neither friendly nor reassuring. Jeff could see by the slight trembling of her lower lip that he had badly injured her feelings.
"Is that all you're going to say, Mr. Carson?" she inquired tremulously.
He nodded assent.
"Well, then," she said, angrily flinging her red curls back about her face. "I'm going to make you very sorry you made that decision...."
Jeff felt his heart begin to beat a little harder as her ominous tone and threatening words registered in his mind.
"Now, Kim, there's no need to become vindictive about this," he began, trying to make his voice sound more confident than he felt. "It was all just a mistake. Believe me, there was nothing personal about it. I do like you very much, and I think you're a lovely, desirable girl ... but I love my wife ... I don't want or need another woman...."
"I hope your wife will be as kind to you, Mr. Carson, when you are arrested for statutory rape," the student interrupted, her voice flat and expressionless.
"Kim!" he gasped as he stared beseechingly into her impassive face. "You ... you can't do that to me! I ... I've only been married for six months!"
"That's too bad," she shrugged. "I guess you'll miss her then, when they lock you up."
Jeff s brain whirled as he heard her matter-of-fact tone of voice. There was no doubt that she meant every word she was saying. He was trying to imagine Ally's reaction if he were arrested for supposedly fucking one of his fifteen-year-old students, when another even more shattering thought exploded through his consciousness. Ally could be convinced somehow, but a scandal like that could ruin his entire career as a teacher! What school would chance hiring a teacher who had been accused of molesting a student-whether he had been proven guilty or not!
"In case you're wondering," Kim coolly interjected, "this is not an idle threat. The man who taught math here last year was very attractive too. I think he's somewhere in Arizona now, trying to write a textbook, because he can't get a job teaching anymore. Of course, the girl eventually dropped the charges...."
"You didn't ... It wasn't you, was it?" Jeff sputtered.
She smiled and shook her head. "Nobody knows for sure. The police didn't want to embarrass her by telling the newspapers who had charged him." Her smile broadened as she added, "It could almost be any girl in the school...."
Jeff's mind raced as he tried to consider all the possible solutions to the dilemma. There weren't many. In fact, there was only really one, and he had to admit that it was not altogether unpleasant to accept. After all the shit Ally had put him through this weekend, he mused, it might be good to have a little change of scenery.
And the view wasn't bad, he chuckled to himself, lecherously running his eyes over Kim Reed's voluptuous body.
As soon as he had made the decision, Jeff found himself becoming rapidly excited at the idea of fucking the sexy teenager who had been distracting him from his work since the first day of classes. He pictured her as she had been in class today, sucking suggestively on her middle finger. Well, he had no doubt that he could give her something she would enjoy sucking on a hell of a lot more than that skinny, little finger!
"I don't see that you've left me with much choice, Kim," he said slowly, trying to sound reluctant in spite of the hard-on that was reasserting itself in his trousers. "You've got me over a barrel, so I guess we'll do things your way."
The girl leapt into Jeff's lap with a joyous whoop and began dotting his face and neck with tiny kisses. In spite of the ever-present danger of discovery, he found himself responding to her obvious enthusiasm. Slipping one arm around her shoulders, he insinuated his other hand under her tight jersey and kneaded at one of her soft, full-blown breasts, bending her head back with the brutal force of a fiery tongue-thrusting kiss. Only the sudden sound of quickly departing footsteps out in the hallway startled him back to reality, several minutes later.
"Wow, we've got to watch that stuff," he gasped as he gently pushed the wriggling girl off his lap. "If that had been the principal, I would have been out of a job. Now, kiddo," he grinned, "just tell me where and when, and I guarantee I'll be there, even if I have to bring my wife along."
"After school. I'll meet you here and we'll go find a nice, quiet place. Oh, you'd better not bring her with you," she added coyly. "She might be jealous when she sees how much I'm going to wear you out."
With a final caress that sent his throbbing member lurching skyward once again, she winked and strolled to the classroom door, the smooth tight mounds of her young teenage buttocks rolling sinuously beneath her suede skirt. Just before exiting, she turned and added, "You won't be sorry, Mr. Carson. This is going to be far out!"
Smiling smugly, the teenager closed the door behind her, leaving a confused but happy teacher sitting alone at his desk.
Well, he chuckled to the empty room, you can't win every time, but, then again, sometimes it's more fun losing....
CHAPTER FOUR
Ally quietly closed the door behind her and stumbled to her desk in the principal's office. Struggling to control the racking sobs that were trying to rise past her throat, she shuffled frantically through the papers that lay on her desk, trying to find something to take her mind away from the agonizing thoughts that were stampeding through her tortured brain. A moment later, she abandoned the search and eased down into her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes wide and unseeing.
"Good God, woman, you look as though you'd just seen a ghost! Where did you disappear to so suddenly? The superintendent wanted to speak to you before he left."
Ally barely heard the principal's voice. At that moment, nothing was real to her but the shattering scene she had witnessed in her husband's classroom. The image of the vile spectacle lay like a hot coal on her mind, the burning pain of its presence blocking out everything around it.
"He couldn't ... not Jeff ... not with that girl...." She spoke slowly and calmly, as if trying to reassure herself with the familiar sound of her own voice. Still, the picture of her own husband, sitting behind his desk, clutching that young, voluptuous red-headed girl, with his hand squeezing under her blouse, his lips pressed hard on hers ... try as she might, Ally could not erase the horrible scene from her anguished mind.
After walking all over the school, she had finally found his room and seen that ... that teenaged slut squirming on his lap as though they were lovers. Ally had taken one look and kept on walking, for hours it seemed, trying to calm the tumult in her brain. Once, she had turned back to go and try to talk to him, but she had quickly changed her mind, afraid of what she might find if she returned to the classroom. Jumbled fragments of the overheard conversation ricocheted through her mind. "He was fucking her like it was the last day in the world ... ripping off these girls in the classroom ... sucking him off in the teachers' bathroom ... damn kid just out of college...." No, no, her mind screamed, it just couldn't be her Jeff!
"Ally, dammit, what's wrong with you?"
Ally started as the concerned tone of the principal's voice brought her back to her surroundings. She remembered that she had come back to the office to hand him her resignation. Of course, that was changed now, she mused, trying to be rational, I'll probably need a job after Jeff leaves me. Obviously, he was not happy in their marriage. Why else would he....
"Ally!"
She felt the warmth of the principal's hand on her shoulder and looked up to see him standing beside her, his eyes warm with concern as he studied her face. He must never know, she told herself, if he doesn't know already. Forcing her voice to be calm, she said, "Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all. I just felt a little sick and didn't want to disturb you, that's all. It ... it's getting better already. Utilizing all her self-control, she smiled up at him.
"Good. You had me worried for a moment: I thought I heard you talking to yourself." He smiled in relief. "By the way, I just got a note from your husband. He said he's staying after school to talk to some parents...."
Ally's composure crumpled at the principal's words. She didn't need to hear anymore, she thought, it was obvious that Jeff thought she was so stupid that she would believe anything. Bitter tears cascaded down her cheeks and she didn't fight as the big, gray-haired man enfolded her in his arms and began to comfort her.
"Come on, Ally," he crooned soothingly. "Tell me all about it. It will make you feel better."
As she started to blurt out the story of what she had seen into his warm shoulder, Ally couldn't see that the principal was wearing a little smile of smug satisfaction. In fact, she felt nothing but gratitude for his understanding when, a few minutes later, he whispered:
"Don't worry about it any more. I'll help you find out for yourself exactly what's going on....
CHAPTER FIVE
The walk across the school was agonizing for Jeff. When Kim had suggested that they go to the school gymnasium, he had been horrified, certain that they would be found by a student or a teacher, but Kim had assured him that it was "cool." The building, she said confidently, was locked and she knew a secret way in. There in the classroom, he had weakly protested when she had unzipped his fly and begun to teasingly manipulate his male organ into hardness. She had merely laughed at his arguments and bent over to kiss it warmly before replacing his now rampant cock in his trousers. Then, she had taken him by the hand and led him through the deserted school to the asphalt "student smoking area" that lay between the main building and the large gymnasium.
He had never been so happy in his life as when she slipped a small pocket knife between a side door and its frame on the far wall of the gymnasium and successfully lifted the inside hook that had held it shut. He reddened slightly as she grasped his hand again and pulled him inside behind her.
Once they were inside the building, Kim lead him through a short hallway and under the bleachers into the huge main room. "How's this for props?" she giggled as he looked around the area.
They were standing on the edge of a huge basketball court, bordered by tiered bleacher seats. In the center of the court were scattered large mats and various gymnastic equipment including leather "horses," climbing poles and trapezes. Standing there with his erection threatening to burst through his pants, Jeff couldn't help but think of the dozens of crazy positions they could fuck in, with the assistance of all the equipment in the room.
He whistled softly, then laughed. "Did you have this arranged ahead of time, you hot little vixen?"
"No," she giggled. "But, it's here all the time, anytime we want to use it...." She tightened her grip slightly on his hand as she saw his cock lurch in anticipation. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and added with a slight teasing curl to her lip, "You can undress in the boys' locker room, if you like."
She let go of his hand and scampered across the polished wooden floor before he could answer her taunting remark. Well, he thought, he'd show her the difference between the boys and a real man! His cock felt like a telephone pole, it was so hard, and his balls felt as heavy as cement blocks. The boys are going to have a rough time living up to this baby, he chuckled to himself, rubbing his hand over his huge stone-hard erection.
His thoughts returned abruptly to the buxom teenager as he turned his head just in time to see her drop her white blouse onto the floor beside her discarded boots. He felt another jerk from his swollen prick as he saw her standing there, the creamy voluptuousness of her body in plain view, except for the narrow strip of suede that covered her hips and upper thighs. When she bent over, a moment later, to pick up her blouse from the floor, the full rounded moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing view. Her skirt slipped up over her hips and her tiny flowered panties pulled teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from the pressure of the position, then remained bunched up in the hollows as she straightened up again to take the blouse to a hook on the wall. He watched her with bated breath as she walked across the room, the cheeks of her buttocks joggling slightly under the skirt that had hiked up over her hips.
There was a lithe suppleness about the teenager's body that seemed to drip sex and nothing else. He could almost understand how she had become so startlingly worldly for her young years. With a body like that, he imagined that she must have been attracting men even before she knew what sex was all about, if there ever was such a time.
There was one thing he was certain of: he could not back down from her now. If she wanted him badly enough to blackmail him, he didn't stand a chance of remaining in the school unless he went along with her. Also, his wife, Ally, was as much to blame for this situation as he was. If she hadn't been so damn prudish since they had been married, he would never have been tempted to go along with the little bitch. She deserved this infidelity to make up for all the times he had had to put up with her moralizing lectures on the "proper" kinds of sex.
Jeff began to walk across the basketball court as Kim was wriggling out of her skirt and panties. As she bent over, he glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina, clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. She saw him coming toward her, and, with a teasing grin, she opened them a little more, showing him that the first tiny dewdrops of moisture were already gathering in the tight narrow slit. He began to hurry across the room, the heat in his own body rising rapidly.
When he reached the side of the mat on which she now stood, she had turned to face him, exposing the large full mounds of her breasts, the tight pink nipples glistening wetly. She had moistened them with saliva so that the rosy tips were slightly erected from the sensation of her own fingers against them.
"You know you've been driving me crazy for weeks, don't you?" he murmured, staring at her naked perfect body. It was all he could stand to keep from throwing her down on the canvas-covered mat and taking her right then, but he held himself back. He sensed that better things would come if he waited. Unlike Ally, this little teenager knew what sex was all about. The rewards would be well worth the agony of waiting.
"Don't you think that I wanted you too," she smiled, her eyes smoky with excitement. "I really dig older men, and you're the sexiest man I've met in a long time.
"Come on, now," he defended. "I'm not that much older than you."
"Older enough to make it interesting, Mr. Carson," she grinned, slipping down to a reclining position on the mat. Reaching up, she took his hand and pulled him down beside her. She moved her thigh up against his crotch as he pressed his lips tightly down against hers. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the tip, smearing against his leg inside his pants. She reached down and began to massage him with a practiced thoroughness until it felt like his cock was going to explode under her warm young hand. Chills ran up and down the length of his spine as he stabbed his tongue deep in her mouth and she commenced nibbling it with tiny sharp bites of her teeth. Suddenly, he pulled his head away as thoughts of Ally came to his mind. He tried to imagine what she would say if she ever found out.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Kim breathed into his ear as if knowing his thoughts.
"She will be when she gets rid of some of her hang-ups," he replied, amazed at his casual dismissal of his wife's sexual inadequacies. Too bad she isn't here right now, he thought wryly, it might straighten her out about a few things.
"Maybe we can all get together sometime," the teenaged giggled. "I'd be happy to teach her everything I know." Suddenly, the smile disappeared from her face and she whispered throatily, "Please take your clothes off."
He realized that she was trembling beside him.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" Her breath was coming harder and faster now. "Oh, baby ... Yes!"
"Then, tell me," she gasped beneath him.
"I want to fuck you, Kim," he breathed. The lewd words coming from this sweet-faced youngster had excited him even more.
"How?" she murmured.
"Deep and hard. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, and then, I'm going to fuck you more."
"Oh, God," she groaned, almost pushing him off the mat. "Take your clothes off before I go crazy."
He rose from the floor and began frantically tearing his clothes from his body. A feeling of pride came over him as he dropped his shorts and saw her jay drop slightly at the sight of his huge, naked erection. She stared at the throbbing blood-filled head for a moment, and then said, "Oh, it's beautiful. It's going to feel so nice going inside of me, sliding deep up in my cunt. Oh God, I can almost feel it already."
He dropped down beside her on the mat and roughly pulled her over to him, cupping his hands around her smooth sinewy buttocks. Her body was warm and willing against him and she raised her face and locked her mouth tightly against his as her tiny hand slid down between them and closed around the hardness of his cock. He gasped at the coolness of her fingers and pressed harshly against her lips, dueling madly with her tongue. As she crushed the full length of her body into his, she ground her pelvis tightly against his hip before quickly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
* * *
Angus Cardwell grinned slightly as he slipped a key into another side door of the gymnasium, then noiselessly led Ally inside the entrance marked "Girls." Ten minutes earlier, she had been dissolved in tears as they had listened over the two-way classroom public address system to Jeff and Kim deciding to go to the gymnasium. He had had to spend a few minutes gently persuading the distraught wife to get herself under control, but now Ally's green eyes were dry and sparkling with anger. He had carefully talked her into viewing her own husband's infidelity.
Even now, as he silently led her through the girls' locker and shower room, he could tell that she was having second thoughts, but he tugged insistently at her hand when she tried to draw back.
"Remember now," Cardwell whispered to her as they reached a large wooden door. "Don't get hysterical and try to stop them if they're really doing anything. You'll be sorry later on if you start running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I only agreed to bring you here so you could see-Take care of your domestic troubles at home."
"Alright, Angus," she whispered tremulously, her heart beating a mile a minute. It was so good of him to help her like this, she thought, when she had been so silly, crying practically all afternoon over what she had been.
As he began to quietly push the door open, she felt another impulse to turn back and run away, but the horrible thought of Jeff possibly being out there with that girl strengthened her resolve to stick it out, no matter how rough it might become. She had to know for her own personal satisfaction if he was playing her for a fool. What she would do when she found out, she could decide then, but right now she just had to know if it were really true.
"Ooooooh, baby, that's gooooood...."
Ally froze.
It was Jeff's voice. After six months of marriage she would recognize it under any circumstances. Cardwell sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm around her waist pulling her to him. She made no move to resist. The shock of hearing Jeff's voice, that very private, special tone of voice, had made her totally incapable of resistance. She felt the softness of her breasts crush into the principal's chest.
"Shhh," he whispered close in her ear. Look...."
* * *
Jeff groaned above the young girl as he felt her moving his cock up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head. The auburn fuzz grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't stand another second of this torture. Flicking his hips forward with a sudden thrust, he drove his swollen member with a flesh-splitting crash into the gaping hot mouth of her fifteen-year-old pussy.
"Oooooooo," she groaned as his long cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, suddenly hitting bottom, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She twisted a moment to escape the sudden painful impalement, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so she could not escape.
She was completely skewered and Jeff lay for a few moments to allow the pain to subside. Despite the teenager's boldness and her blackmail attempts, he knew that he had suddenly gained the upper hand, because he was a man.
H had hurt her and she could not hurt back in return. Relishing the power he now held over the insolent youngster, he deliberately made his cock throb deep inside her and was rewarded by another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
* * *
Tiny droplets of tears brimmed into the corners of Ally's eyes as she watched the redheaded young girl begin to rotate her pelvis beneath Jeff's sunken cock. She was seeing for the first time, with her own eyes, her husband having sex with another woman. She was barely conscious of Angus Cardwell speaking next to her.
"Do you want to leave?"
"N-oo, I don't think so," she managed after a short pause. "I want to see it all and remember it for the rest of my life."
"You'll only hurt yourself," he murmured into her ear, a sly smile creasing his face.
Blinded by tears, Ally did not notice the strange expression. "I don't care," she replied, shaking her head. "I've never felt so humiliated and hurt in my whole life." A slow, burning anger had begun to seeth inside her, blotting away the tears that had formed from the shock of what she had just seen. For a brief moment, Jeff's warning about the principal being a "skirt chaser" flickered through her mind, after all he had been through with her that day, and besides, there was no mistake about Jeff's infidelity.
She watched in cold anger as Jeff bucked over the young girl's writhing body. How could he? she wondered. That girl was barely more than a child and yet, she had to admit with a jolt of jealousy, that the teenager was responding like an experienced woman, grinding her buttocks up and down to meet each thrust of Jeff's cock.
Ally's eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched Jeff's lurching cock slide slowly up and down in the wet, clasping lips of the girl's cunt, making a wet sluicing noise each time it entered. She knew she should scream and tear them apart, but instead, she stood frozen in immobility and watched helplessly from the tightness of the principal's arms.
* * *
Jeff ground his pelvis into the squirming girl beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins and thrusting them both off the mat a few inches from the force of her upward lunges. Her mouth hung open and her head flailed from side to side in wild abandon.
"Oh, fuck me hard!" she moaned in her delirium. "Shove your finger in my ass! Do it, quick!"
Reaching under her, Jeff searched with his middle finger for her anus. When he found the tiny opening, he lubricated his finger with the fluids that had trickled out around his driving prick and began to probe at the tiny puckered hole. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring fell before his attack and his finger slid in to the first knuckle. She cringed away, squirming beneath him to escape the initial pain of his entry.
He pushed harder, sinking it to the second knuckle.
"Aaaaagggggh, yessss, hurt me!" she shrieked, screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was buried to the palm of his hand.
Experimentally, he rotated it inside of the velvety depths of her rectum, feeling the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages and the underside of his cock as it slid in and out of her. He began to pick up the same rhythm with his finger, sawing it in and out, skewering her with the double-fucking. To his delight, she again picked up the tempo, bucking madly and opening her legs wider to give him greater access to the dual ravishment of her loins.
He could tell that she was near a climax as she began scissoring her legs open and shut in time to his long, hard thrusts into her and he began ramming harder, impaling her asshole with his finger to excite her more. He heard her gurgling and gasping beneath him and he drubbed into her with all his strength.
"Oh, I'm cumming," she gasped frantically. "Fuck harder. Oh God, Mr. Carson, fuck me harder, I'm cumming!" She drew back her thighs tighter until the whole of her wide stretched young pussy was offered up to him to batter into as hard as he wanted. Her slim ankles locked over his shoulders and her pelvis writhed beneath him in a jerking dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth slipped open, her unseeing eyes rolling up toward the ceiling.
Both were too involved to notice the two heads peering around a half-open door near one corner of the basketball court, one set in horror and anger, the other twisted by a smug, lustful grin of sadistic glee.
A low, strangled scream suddenly forced itself from between the teenager's contorted lips and she screwed herself up on Jeff's ramming cock, locking herself to him with her thighs while her loins jerked spastically against his belly. A moment later, she collapsed limply beneath him on the mat. She lay still, except for the last trembling of her vaginal muscles around his rampant prick. He thrust deep into her, then lay quiet until she regained her strength.
It was all he could do not to go on fucking into her until he came. Even with all the experience of his college years, he had never seen or felt anything like this before. She was a wild, sex-crazy woman, the kind he had only dreamed of screwing-and she was only fifteen years old! He throbbed his prick deep inside her belly, hoping to bring her back to life.
"Wow, that was really something else," she mumbled. "Far, far out!"
"You're not through yet, kiddo," Jeff grinned down at her, despite the insistant ache in his bloated testicles.
"Oh, yeah?" she smiled sweetly up at him. "Well, why don't you roll over and let me give you something to remember me by, Mr. Carson."
He hated to pull away from her, but he decided to let her have her way. After all, she had managed things pretty well up to this point. Reluctantly, he rolled away from the soft warmth of her body over onto his back, lying tensely with his rigidity aimed straight up to the skylight overhead. He folded his arms under his head so he could watch as she reached out and began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh of his stony shaft up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm that increased the ache in his balls almost beyond endurance. Suddenly, she scrambled to her knees and leaned over his loins, her childish face a scant two inches from the blood-engorged head of his lust-hardened prick.
Her head dropped slowly and then her pointed tongue was flicking teasingly into the wetness of the tiny opening on the tip. Jeff sucked in his breath as chills rippled along his spine. She dipped lower, enveloping the entire sensitive head in the moist, warm pressure of her lips. As her mouth tightened around it, he involuntarily thrust his pelvis upward, pushing more of his tingling member into the hot, wet cavity of her young teenage mouth.
"Oh, God, that's good," he groaned, lifting his head a little higher for a clear view of her contorted face. The sight of his swollen rod of flesh sunk halfway between her thin-stretched lips increased the sensation a thousand fold. Still wet and glistening from the juices of her vaginal climax, it gleamed like an ivory club along the part she had not yet taken between her lips. lie felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand, while the thumb and forefinger of her other stroked its husky base as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it each time she withdrew her head, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans on its knobby head. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted, watching the crown of her head bobbing up and down below.
The teenager sensed Jeff's throbbing reactions and began to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they had scraped the skin. As she reached under his buttocks to pull his loins up tighter to her face, her tongue swiped around and around the swollen glans until Jeff felt it nearing the bursting point. Watching her take as much of the rigid shaft into her throat as was humanly possible, Jeff wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking, on and on.
Great pools of heat began to build in the depths of his bloated balls as he watched her face working over his sweating loins. Tiny rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of the girl s body as she bucked over him like demon gone insane. The muscles of his stomach tightened until it felt like they were going to snap from the pressure as he arched his back up, shoving his hard fleshy rod even further between the moistness of her full lips. Excitedly, he watched at the thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to the shaft as if held there by some unseen force.
Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, gutteral sound rose from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the needle-thin streams of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and begin spewing in long streams into her waiting young throat. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he rammed his squirting instrument all the way down to her tonsils.
Finally, he moaned his last and with a long sigh, fell back on the mat, his cock deflating in the youngsters mouth. But she continued the gentle nibbling and sucking, drawing every last tiny drop of the warm, slippery fluid from his battered cock, then licking him dry.
At last, it was all over and she crawled up over his body to rest her head on his still heaving chest. Turning her head up, she kissed the side of his chin.
"Now, aren't you glad you came?" she asked softly after a moment.
"Mmmmmmm," was all the reply he could manage, looking down into her eyes with a grateful grin.
"I can do other things."
"I'll bet you do," he smiled.
Suddenly, his head jerked up from the mat. His eyes frantically searched the room.
"Did you just hear something, Kim?" he asked, his voice taut with apprehension.
"No, silly," she laughed, pushing his head back down. "School's been out for an hour, I guess. Who'd be here now?"
CHAPTER SIX
Angus Cardwell had maintained his outward appearance of indignation as he stood with Ally watching the girl in the throes of abandoned intercourse with Ally's husband, but an inward sadistic satisfaction coursed through him as he watched the horrified and helpless expressions crossing Ally Carson's face. He felt his prick jerk under his trousers as she drew closer to him for protection in her state of shock.
He would have liked nothing more than to grab her at that moment and throw her down on one of the long tables in the girls' physical education dressing room. But he knew women well enough to know that she was not yet ripe. She was still in shock and he had to wait until she recovered and anger set in. There was nothing a wronged woman wouldn't do in revenge against a straying husband, no matter now prudish she might be under normal circumstances.
It was the same principle he and others had used to draw other inexperienced couples into the group they had humorously entitled the "high school sex syndicate." It had gotten its name because of the many teachers and students who had been drawn into it over the years, until now, almost every teacher in the school had become a member of the group. They had found it easy to get rid of those who were disinclined to cooperate, forcing them out of the school, one way or another.
And, he was certainly happy that things were going so easily with the Carsons. Kim, one of the most enthusiastic student members, had had hot pants for Carson ever since he started at the school. And, as for himself, ever since he had first seen Ally, he had been aching to shove his hard cock between those long, beautiful legs. Everything had been moving along even better than he had hoped-the job for Ally in his office, the blackmail job on her husband, and now, the brutal confrontation. Ah, yes, he thought smugly, it's going to be a good time this afternoon. The proud innocent type had always been a challenge to him and he was going to enjoy violating this young soft body once she had reached the stage of helpless submission. Then, later, he would turn her over to the rest of the club to finish the job of completely debasing her. She'd know she had really been fucked when he finished with her, that was sure.
"Your husband's quite a lover," Cardwell whispered contemptuously in her ear, as she stood beside him, trembling with horror and shock.
"How could he?" she said through clenched teeth, her voice rising in anger.
Angus Cardwell jerked her head abruptly toward him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly to hers, grinding his mouth into the softness of her lips. She groaned and struggled weakly for a sudden panicky moment, then he let her go.
"That was just to keep you quiet," he whispered. "They almost heard you. Now, relax. It won't do you any good to let yourself fly off the handle."
She tried to loosen the tenseness in her muscles as he had directed, but the surprising sensation of Cardwell's lips against her mouth had made her even more disturbed. This was the first time another man had kissed her since before she met Jeff and she was surprised to realize that her body had responded. Unlike the mechanical sexuality she had become used to in the last few months, the principal's kiss had been warm and natural. In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flitting through her stomach.
Her gaze dropped to the floor and she began to gnaw nervously at one of her knuckles. She had never thought another man kissing her could do this to her and she had to admit the protective warmth of his arms around her was nice. She was afraid to look back to Jeff and that girl for fear of how she would react. After she had become so excited just looking at those pictures today, there was no telling how she would feel if she began to view the scene with feelings other than loathing and horror. Besides, the soft mewling sounds coming from the girl's lips and the grating noise of Jeff's heavy breathing told the story well enough. She was beginning to have her doubts as to whether or not she could stick through this whole ordeal when suddenly there was a quiet in the gymnasium. She looked up in time to see the redheaded student gently pushing her husband's body away.
Ally hardly dared to breathe. She could hardly believe what she was seeing as the young girl lowered her head over Jeff's stiff cock. She heard a soft groan next to her.
"Kim's going to suck him," the principal whispered, breathing heavily as he pulled her more tightly against him.
"Oh, God," Ally moaned, turning around to hide her face in Cardwell's chest. 'They're doing something awful."
Even though she thought she had braced herself for anything, this was too much. Again, tears brimmed in her eyes. The awful sight of Jeff's penis disappearing into that teenager's hungrily ovaled mouth was just too much for anyone to stand. The sounds coming from across the room made her shudder, wet sucking noises, punctuated occasionally by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She burrowed her head into Cardwell's shoulder and tried to shut out the sound, but it did not help. Again, she wanted to run, but knew her legs would not support her if she left the warmth of Cardwell's arms. She could do nothing but stand there and listen in torment while that girl made love to her husband.
Suddenly, she was aware of the principal's hand, softly massaging one of her breasts. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft, rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and, unexpectedly, pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. Frantically, she twisted in his arms, coming to face again the lewd spectacle of the red-headed student sucking her husband.
In her abrupt panic, the sight caught her by surprise and she stared for a moment, fascinated by the obscene act they were performing. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two people make love, especially in this forbidden way, and found it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she would have expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering deep between her thighs. She clenched her eyes shut again, but could not block out the lewd inciting picture. Their soft moans and wet sucking sounds drifted across the gymnasium, magnifying the obscene image many times over.
As she felt her body begin to betray her for the second time that day, Ally uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly choked off again by Cardwell's lips pressing against hers. His tongue flicked into her mouth, causing her to squirm frantically in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion stealing over her. She tried to get away from him, but his strength was too great and she only succeeded worsening her position.
She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of bringing attention to them. Jeff must never find out that she was here, she suddenly decided. He might never forgive her and it would destroy all her chances of working something out between them if she confronted him with the fact that she knew he was having an affair with one of his students.
"Did you see that?" Cardwell breathed into her ear. "He fucked her and now she's sucking him."
"Yes, I-I saw," she mumbled back, the lewd words strangely exciting her.
"I think you should pay him back," he whispered, pulling her around so that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hands down to the softness of her buttocks and pulling her loins tightly into his.
"Oh, no, please, we can't," she whimpered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible.
"Why, not? We're just going to even the score," he whispered, his voice carrying a harsh note of finality. As he ground his body against her, his mouth locked wetly over hers, the hardness in his trousers pressing against the soft plane of her belly.
"Oh, please! Don't do this!" she pleaded, tears again bubbling to her eyes. There was no way for her to resist without Jeff hearing her struggles and Cardwell knew it. Oh, why hadn't she listened to her husband when he had told her not to take the job. If only she had just stayed away from the school.
Her body stiffened as she felt Cardwell begin to massage the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind, pulling her loins harder against his. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her will against the sudden uncontrolled sensations that were beginning to course through her body, but the soft touch of his fingers against her nipple and the hardness of his penis crushing into her belly brought soft moans of helpless submission to her lips.
"You have a fantastic body, my dear," Angus Cardwell rasped into her ear. "I'm really going to enjoy this little episode."
"Oh, no," she whimpered, still feeling the obscenely delicious ripplings of pleasure across her skin. "No one, b-but my husband has ever touched me."
"Well, then, the experience will do you good," he chuckled softly, slipping his hand down between them to the smooth surface of her belly.
Ally gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her skirt being slowly pulled up until it reached the top of her thighs, and his fingers suddenly came into contact with her naked flesh. She squirmed back, whimpering helplessly, as one fingertip slipped slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties and found the narrow, sensitive slit of her clitoris.
Gently parting the soft, resilient pubic hair, Cardwell dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling passage of Ally's burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris. It was damp and slippery from the unwanted desire that had saturated her whole being and she caught her breath to hold in the groan of involuntary pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She knew she couldn't make a sound or Jeff would see her, his own wife, wrapped in this lewd embrace with Angus Cardwell, the school principal, right in front of him.
Tears of humiliation cascaded down her cheeks as, to her shameful horror, she found herself automatically reacting to the maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina, squirming her hips in involuntary rhythm to the rummaging of his finger between her thighs.
"Spread your legs a little," Cardwell breathed harshly into her ear. "Spread them wide."
"Oh, God, no, please," she pleaded through her tears and desire. "Jeff will see us."
"If I take you somewhere else, will you do it my way?" he whispered, his lips spread in a triumphant smile. "Will you?" he asked again, his finger sliding maddeningly in and out of her moist, flowering cunt.
"Oh, yes, anything," she gasped softly. "But, don't let my husband see us!" Her eyes flickered across the room to where her husband lay, writhing on the floor, his rigid staff driving in and out of the young girl's mouth.
"I doubt he'd even notice," the principal chuckled softly, drawing her back into the locker-lined dressing room.
It wasn't until she stood watching him noiselessly closing the heavy wooden door that she realized what she had said to him in the desperation of the moment. The full impact of the evil thought of another man making love to her suddenly hit her. Panicky, she stepped toward the door he just closed, then stopped as a loud masculine groan from the other side hit her like a blow.
"What's the matter with you, Mrs. Carson?" Cardwell snapped angrily. "You have to do something; you owe it to yourself. Turnabout is fair play ... you want to hurt him don't you? He deserves to be hurt, and you deserve to get something out of his rotten unfaithfulness. Think of yourself!"
The principal's words spun and tumbled in Ally's confused mind as Cardwell moved close and began to stroke her breast. Yes, he was right, she thought as all the hurt and humiliation began to converge into a raging anger. Jeff did deserve to be hurt and the best way to hurt him was with her body. But did she dare? she wondered, did she dare be unfaithful too? Well, why not? she fumed. Jeff started this whole sordid mess. Why shouldn't she be the one to finish it. It would show him that she wasn't a utility that could be turned on and off, just as he pleased. She was a human being, and she was just hurt enough and angry enough and ... yes, aroused enough too to make him pay for what he had done to her!
Despite the misgivings she still felt, Ally nodded to the principal. "Yes," she whispered. "Maybe you're right."
The man's face wore a wide grin of conquest as he pulled her toward him, pressing his wet lips tightly over her, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. She stood limply in front of him, feeling the hardness of his penis digging into the softness of her stomach.
In her despairing misery, she tried not to think as his hands moved down the front of her blouse, carefully unbuttoning the front opening, then slipping it back over her shoulders. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him sigh in obscene appreciation as he dropped it to the floor and her full white breasts burst free into the open air. She heard the faint whoosh of a zipper and then her skirt was down around her ankles. Suddenly, she realized that he was down on his knees before her, his fingers hooked in the elastic waist band of her white nylon panties, drawing them slowly down over the softness of her round full buttocks. A moment later, they too were with the other clothing that lay in a small forlorn heap on the floor near her ankles.
She was completely nude now, completely at his mercy, and Cardwell gazed at the beauty of her with spittle forming at the corners of his mouth. As she felt his wet mouth press into the nude flesh of her belly, she swayed and locked her hands in his hair to keep from losing her balance. Mistaking this for total surrender, the principal dropped his lips to the dark pubic triangle and gently spread the soft dark pubic hairs, darting his tongue into the moist slit of her vagina.
"N-no, don't d-do that," she sputtered brokenly. "It ... it's not right...."
As she tried to step back away from him, Cardwell caught her behind her knees and threw her over his shoulder. Rising from his crouching position, he lifted her weight with ease, and carried her to one of the large, blanket covered rub-down tables in the center of the room. Unceremoniously, he let her roll from his shoulder onto the surface of the table, then stood over her body, grinning down at her like a beast of prey about to pounce on his helpless, fear-stricken victim.
"Please, don't do that to me," she beseeched him as he clamped his palms against the soft insides of her thighs, spreading them wide apart. Her eyes wide in terror, she struggled to close her legs, but he was too strong.
"My dear, I don't think you're quite strong enough to overpower me. I do keep in shape," Cardwell chuckled evilly. "If you scream, perhaps your husband will come in and save you. Is that what you want?"
"Oh, no," she moaned as she lay, watching his tongue circle his lips in nervous anticipation of the ravishment of her defenseless vagina.
"In that case," he said, leering at the pink moist flesh of her naked pussy, "I'm going to kiss and lick your cunt. I'm going to pussy-lick you with my tongue. I'm going to lick your clit. I'm going to suck you until you have an orgasm, Ally. And you have no choice at all...."
Ally groaned in helpless submission as his vile, lascivious words made her tremble with a strange, wanton desire. She shuddered in unwilling arousal as she felt him parting her pubic hair and slowly drawing apart the soft pink lips of her cunt, exposing the moist tight slit to the fire of his gaze. He stared at it for a long moment, then drove his head savagely downward, his tongue darting hungrily and deep into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
"Oh, oh, God, oooooooh," she gasped, twitching uncontrollably as his tongue flicked out against the tiny bud of her rigid swollen clitoris, then drew back up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her involuntarily dilating cunt.
As his mouth and tongue worked furiously over the wide-spread tightness of her proud young cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, peering up through the valley of her breasts to watch the wild, confused contortions of her beautiful face. The principal grinned in obscene triumph as she groaned throatily from deep in her chest as the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her damp narrow slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down over her gently throbbing vagina and into the crevice of her rhythmically flexing buttocks. His hands moved down to the backs of her knees and used them as handles to pull her buttocks all the way down to the edge of the table, then raised and pressed them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire-wracked breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her trembling loins to his eager mouth to plunder and pillage as he desired.
He began to fuck into her with his tongue, harder and faster, as her unintelligible whimpering filled the room with a symphony of rising lust. His body and mind afire with animal excitement, he dipped his head down and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight, puckered little hole of her anus.
The unexpected contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening brought a long low moan of unconscious excitement from her contorted lips. Even though a part of her mind cried out in protest against this new debasement, she couldn't help but respond to the rapturous sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. Automatically, she thrust her loins up toward his face and he answered with a stabing thrusts into the tight forbidden hole, splitting it wide to accept his lingual organ. Ally's body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the overpowering assault on her senses, her body and mind completely lost to the rising torrents of lewd sexual pleasure.
Cardwell sensed her final complete surrender and with a savage grin, thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering sheath of her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm against his face. He felt the sleek vaginal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically, trying, in spite of Ally's revulsion at the lewd act of oral adultery she was committing to pull the invading organ deeper and deeper into its warm wet interior.
Her helplessly aroused body writhed and squirmed nakedly and shamelessly against the insanely licking tongue of the principal until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her loins and stomach. Her hands curled down into his hair as a low soul-stirring moan rose from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was her shame at the obscene act being perpetrated on her helpless body. Nothing mattered anymore but the excruciating pleasure of Cardwell's boring tongue, fucking in and out of her blazing loins. Her head flailed back and forth, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth as she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising to a mind-shattering crest. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the principal's silvery hair, trying to draw him even further inside her.
"Oooooooooh, I ... I'm cummmmming," Ally Carson suddenly groaned, trembling and shaking beneath the principal's hotly flicking tongue as the room seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash. She gasped and moaned again and again as he licked and sucked and burrowed between her tightly clenching thighs until it was over, and she lay gasping on the long wooden table. Her fingers slowly untwined from his tousled hair and she opened her thighs to allow him to remove his head from between her slim, well formed legs.
Cardwell stood erect, staring down the length of her body, the juices of her orgasm making his face and mouth glisten wetly in the room's dim light. Ally closed her eyes to the sight of him, trying to shut out the reminder of the humiliation of lying before her husband's boss, stripped naked and defenseless under his triumphant gaze. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her back to reality, but then he spoke:
"Now, I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Carson. Just like your husband did to that girl, only better. I'm going to fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before."
His lascivious words sent a new flurry of excitement fluttering through her still-heated loins that completely blotted out the rising shame and humiliation she felt. Mustering all her courage, and mentally picturing her husband with his hardened penis buried in the teenage girl's mouth, she smiled tremulously at him and whispered, "Yes, Angus. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me now."
As the principal pushed her body back into the center of the table and climbed up between her wide-spread legs, Ally thought bitterly: I wish you could see this, Jeff, I wish you were in here to see me about to be fucked by Angus Cardwell after he made me cum with his mouth. And I like it, Jeff, I loved every depraved minute of it, you adulterer. It serves you right....
CHAPTER SEVEN
The light in the gymnasium was fading as the afternoon gave way to the early evening twilight. Jeff lay back on the mat, allowing the red-headed teenager to massage his limp organ back to a second erection. Guilty thoughts flickered momentarily through his mind as he imagined Ally waiting at home for his arrival, but he pushed them away. One more hour wouldn't make that much difference, he rationalized, and he would think of some story to cover his absence for all this time. He knew his innocent young wife would never suspect what he had actually been doing.
Suddenly, his body stiffened and he raised up on his elbows and looked around the basketball court again. Those voices again. He had been sure that he was hearing them for the past ten minutes or so, and now they seemed to be getting louder. He could not distinguish any words, only soft, submissive moans and harsh breathing. His eyes searched the dark corners and tried to see into the black shadows under the bleachers.
"Kim, listen," he breathed, his voice as quiet as he could make it. "I think someone is in here."
The teenager looked up from her manipulations and smiled knowingly. "Don't worry," she said softly. "It's just someone balling in one of the locker rooms. A few of my friends come here too."
"Oh, God, what if they see us?" Jeff asked anxiously, jerking upright to a sitting position. His eyes once more raked the darkening room.
"Oh, it's cool," she replied, laughing softly at his obvious distress. "If they haven't seen us already, they won't now. Besides, most of the boys think it's fun to fuck in the girl's locker room. I guess it turns them on thinking about the naked girls that run around in there all day."
Jeff smiled as he remembered how he too would have been excited by such a thing when he was in high school. But, when, he was in high school, there weren't any hot pantied little broads like Kim running around either, he thought ruefully, wondering if he hadn't been born about ten years before his time.
A long tremulous moan echoed through the court, interrupting his nostalgia. "Is that one of your friends," Jeff questioned in astonishment. "I mean, is that a student in there?"
Kim smiled understandinglv. "You mean do all my friends ball?" she asked, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, all the cool ones do, but I don't know who is in there right now."
Jeff's cock began to come alive again as he heard the sounds of wanton passion seeping into the basketball court from the other room. Lewd pictures formed in his mind as he imagined some of the other attractive teenager students locked in obscene embraces. Perhaps, he gloated to himself, he'd get some more young meat before the school year was over.
"I bet I know just what you're thinking," Kim grinned as she skillfully fondled his rapidly rising shaft of flesh. "And, if you're nice to me, I just might be able to arrange something nice for you." A smug expression on her face, the teenager, crawled over his body until she was sitting on his lap, then lifted one of her full white breasts to pop a cherry nipple into his gaping mouth.
* * *
Ally watched in mounting apprehension as the principal sat on the edge of the table, removing his garments, one by one. She had time to think now, the one thing she didn't want to do. At this point, she just wanted to do it, get it over with and get away from this man who had already talked her into going so far. Her body felt soiled and debased, and she wished she could, somehow, take it off and leave it behind. She would like nothing more than to go back to her old innocence and ignorance of what her husband was doing. But, it was too late and she knew this man would never leave her alone until he got what he wanted.
Suddenly, she heard a dull clank as his belt buckle hit the floor. Ally looked down the length of her body and saw him twisting around until he knelt between her thighs, completely naked, his thick hard, prick standing out from beneath his heavily-muscled stomach like the menacing shaft of a blunt, heavy spear. He stared directly into her eyes and grinned lewdly as he began to stroke the heavy uncircumcized foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous swollen tip of his blood-engorged rod.
"Do you think this will do the job, my dear," he asked, a triumphant glint burning in his eyes.
Ally tried to speak, but she couldn't. Her eyes ran over the powerful-looking body of her husband's superior, then dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he held in his hand.
God, it was huge! She had always thought that Jeff s penis was very large but this ... she wondered how any woman would take such a thing inside of her without being split completely apart. She tried to imagine that great monster buried inside the narrow folds of her tight young vagina and a quiver of paralyzing fear coursed through her.
"It's ... it's so big," Ally managed to stutter out in her hesitancy.
Cardwell continued to massage the granite-hard expanse, slowly, tantalizingly. "It's just right for you, my dear," he said softly. "And you're going to take it, every inch of it, every hot throbbing inch of my big cock...."
Cardwell bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned at the sudden pain, but his hand pressed down on the softness of her hip, pinning her to the table. His lips carefully explored the white trembling mounds, causing a blissful twitch to descend feather-like to her loins below. Her buttocks began grinding impatiently down into the table top.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck you," he crooned into the soft, sensitive flesh of her breasts. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to fuck my big hard prick in and out of your tight little pussy until you're crying and begging for more."
Ally shuddered under the prodding of his obscene words. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness brush against her thigh and she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, forcing everything else from her tortured brain.
The principal moved up over her body, grinning triumphantly as he felt her hand close around the length of the stone-hard member, her fingers barely going around it. He felt her tremble as she realized again its tremendous size, then brace her body as she guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised between the palpitating lips of her waiting vagina. Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, she opened her thighs wider apart and placed her trembling hands on his buttocks, awaiting his first thrust.
She felt the huge rubbery head moving up and down, parting the pubic hair and the full, fleshy lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the small mouth of her tingling vagina popped helplessly open before it.
"Aaaaaaaagh," she grunted as the elastic -rimmed tightness gave way and the tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight opening until she felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure.
Cardwell felt a wave of sadistic pleasure rush through him as he heard her soulful protest. He was unable to conceal the vicious smile that twisted his mouth, and he shoved a little harder, eliciting another long, low moan from deep in her throat.
"Nooooo, please, no more ... you're hurting me," she whimpered pitifully as the principal drove another agonizing inch into her defenseless pussy. He was much too big! If he pushed again, he would split her wide open!
Angus Cardwell could barely contain the excitement her anguished pleas were bringing him as he slowly and relentlessly penetrated her cunt, flexing his hips again and again, sinking into her an inch at a time. Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer lust replaced it. He had to fuck the dig-unified little bitch, now, he had to!
He rammed forward, unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips at the same time, and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering ram, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus as she tried futilely to wriggle away from the cruel sudden impalement.
"Oh, God, stop," she breathed, trying even in her agony to prevent her husband from hearing her and discovering them. "Please, stop it. You're killing me!" Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the table top. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, attempting to hold back the blunt hard head that pressed against her cervix like a great hard stone.
Her belly had never been so filled in her life and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand shreads. She could feel its every fleshy ridge, cruelly stretching her in-sides as though she had been skewered by a telephone pole. Even the tiniest trace of any rapture she had felt had long since left her and suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move once more. She sucked in her breath, holding it in fear of what was to come. He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the monstrous head of his prick burrowing deeper and deeper into her.
She flexed her vaginal muscles tightly together in an attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews only seemed to incite him more, and she felt him reaming even further into her unwanting passage. Helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it. It was only right that she should suffer, she thought bitterly, she was no better than her husband, a cheap little adulterous slut who had let go of all that was good and right just to obtain a moment's revenge. She would never be the same again. She was a. whore, a whore! There was nothing left to her but the huge, fleshy instrument of her own husband's boss buried deep inside her vagina.
Cardwell sensed her last bit of resistance fading away and knew that it would not take much longer now before this young, soft-bodied wife was a raw, squealing mass of desire. Even though she had fought his advances at first, he had seen the hot streak in her make-up and knew she could be turned on again. And he'd make sure she did. He could think of nothing nicer than to have a pair of attractive new bodies for the "orgy" club.
Ally was beginning to feel the first galvanic tingles of lewd desire returning to her body, exciting licentious little chills that crept up and down the base of her spine in rhythm with the even measured cadence of Angus Cardwell's great cock skewering wetly up into her now gratefully accepting belly. Her body seemed to be twitching and writhing of its own will, and she groaned incessantly into his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon into his throat. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs, opening her hungry pussy even wider to his pounding assault, her buttocks moving voluntarily now against the smooth cool wood beneath her.
Cardwell slipped his hands down her curvaceous sides and slid them under the soft, round globes of her wriggling buttocks, cupping them hotly in each hand. They were flexing and unflexing, shuddering in his fingers as he clamped his hands tightly around them. He jerked her tighter to his loins and felt her straining her thighs further back, the moist warm hole of her cunt flowering open to welcome his cock to even greater depths.
Ally did not even try to comprehend what had happened to her body, the new wave of arousal that was saturating her whole being. She was only aware that the pain was suddenly gone, giving way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. Her eyes closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling noises of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. She knew the cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the fervency of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything, just the exquisite sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him what he was giving to her.
Cardwell gloated in triumph as he felt Jeff Carson's wife's young naked body increase in hungry gyrations up and down, faster and faster with each passing second, the urgency of her thrusts becoming more pronounced, her lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower-Up as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. He moved suddenly into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. Momentarily, his fingers traced the tight skin of her ass, until he found the tight puckered hole cradled defenselessly below.
"Ooooooh," she gasped in painful protest as his middle finger wormed into her soft, rubbery anus with a quick probing movement.
He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing the groaning noises of her subjugation and complete loss of haughty young dignity.
"Ooooooh," she groaned louder at the outrageous intrusion of her exposed asshole.
But he gave no quarter. He worked his finger around and around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. She felt a second finger making its way into her tortured back passage, and the deep gut-teral noises coming from her chest eased to whimpers of pain, slowly subsiding to louder moans of pleasure as her anus gradually became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
The principal grinned as he felt young Jeff Carson's wife begin slowly screwing her rectum back on his fingers as he probed them methodically around the warm rubbery depths, sending new sensations of delight through her. She was hopelessly impaled between his throbbing, stone-hard cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved tightly into her asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in wild, helpless abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
* * *
Christ, that hot little bitch, whoever she was, was really going out of her mind, Jeff mused as the sounds of raw, animal lust filtered out of the door on the other side of the basketball court. He wondered casually which of the girls it was and who was driving her to that high-pitched frenzy of excitement. The thought of another teenaged girl, maybe one even younger than Kim, getting a hard cock rammed into her quivering, pulsating young pussy stirred him considerably, in spite of the going over he'd just had with the teenager lying beside him. He wouldn't mind having a go at her himself, right now, if she were really as hot as she sounded like she was.
"It's kind of exciting listening to them ball in there, isn't it," Kim suddenly whispered. Even in the near-darkness of the room, Jeff could see that her eyes were sparkling with new arousal.
"I know," he whispered, grinning ruefully as he patted his hard lurching member. "Look at this thing here." He paused a moment, then added, "I wish there were some way we could watch them. This listening is driving me crazy."
Kim sat thinking for a minute, then smiled, crinkling her nose playfully. "Hell, why not," she laughed slyly. "After all, we were here first."
Jumping to her feet, she grabbed Jeff's hand and began to pull him up. "They probably wouldn't mind anyway, but be quiet, just in case." she advised. Still naked, they tiptoed together across the polished wooden floor.
In the gathering darkness, they had trouble finding the door. Then, suddenly a piercing hesitant scream rang through the gymnasium. And then, as though the girl could stand it no longer...."Oooooooh, yes, yes! Fuck harder, harder!"
Jeff's eyes moved toward the direction of the sound and found the dim outline of the door. They opened it noiselessly and slipped inside.
On the other side of the doorway, Jeff halted and caught his breath. He had never seen such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated lust as the one that met his eyes. It hadn't been long since he had cum like a wild bull in the young teenager's mouth, but even so he could feel his prick hardening again at the sight of the two bodies moistly fused together on the table in the middle of the room. From where he stood, he could not see the couple's faces, but he had a perfect view of the man's cock buried deep in the girl's cunt as she writhed uncontrollably beneath him in wild abandoned passion.
A disquieting thought struck him and he moved a little closer to the groaning table. Even in the darkness, he was almost certain that it was a grown man, rather than one of the teen-aged students fucking into the naked girl on the table. Was it another of the teachers? he wondered in astonishment. Who else could be in here at this time of night?
His thought was forgotten, however, as his eyes moved downward to focus in on the tiny red flanges of the girl's pussy, clasped hungrily around the cock as it slipped up and down in the soft surrounding pubic hair. The girl's voice was lust distorted and throaty as she sobbed out her mounting excitement. Her legs were drawn back as far as they could go and her hands were frantically digging into the man's buttocks, trying to pull him deeper inside of her.
God, she was a hot little bitch, he thought as he began to stroke his stone-hard shaft, hotter than anything he had ever seen before.
"Think I could have seconds on her," Jeff whispered down to the young girl who stood quietly beside him, a strange secret smile on her face.
She looked up at him, an amused light in her eyes. "I guess so," she shrugged. "If there's anything left when old Cuntwell gets finished...."
"Cuntwell?" Jeff's mind worked furiously. She couldn't mean...."The principal? Card-well?"
He didn't have time to get an answer before another wailing cry broke from the lips of the girl on the table. "Now, Angus ... now, please ... fuck harder ... oh, God, ooooohhhhhh! Yesssssss! I'm cum ... cummmmmming!"
Jeff recoiled in utter disbelief as the familiarity of the voice registered on his mind. He watched as if rooted to the floor as his wife's smooth naked legs kicked out in the air and lewdly wrapped themselves around Cardwell's upper torso, presenting up her naked loins in wanton sacrifice to his frenzied thrusts as she achieved her orgasm under his pistoning, merciless cock. The principal's finger was sunk deep in his wife's puckered anus.
His mind whirled in disbelief at the shadowy vision before his eyes. His first impulse was to run to the table and rescue his wife from the lust-crazed principal. But a moment's confused wait showed him that this was no rape. She was loving every minute of being fucked half shitless by another man!
Jeff stood frozen as he heard her shrilly screaming out her orgasm, her legs kicking wide until he thought Ally's wide stretched little cunt would split down the middle. Then, he watched as Cardwell reached up with both hands and held her knees back cruelly up over her shoulders and tightly down to the table until she was bent double. Oh, no, he thought as he anxiously started for the table. She'll never be able to take it that deep.
He was forced to change his mind, however, as he viewed her final jerks of fulfillment and watched the hollowing muscles of Cardwell's buttocks as he pumped his hot male sperm deep up into his wife's wildly quivering belly.
The fucking bitch, he raged inwardly, the goddamned dirty little whore, she's loving it! All that time, he had thought she was just a poor innocent babe-in-arms and had used all the patience he had possessed to try and break down the barriers she had thrown up against sex. And now-now this! With hate-filled eyes, he watched the principal's last spasmodic jerks between Ally's open legs, then stode around to the other side of the table.
"Get off my wife, you son-of-a-bitch," Jeff cried, shoving the principal's panting body off his wife's still form. "I'd mash you to a pulp, if I hadn't seen how...." His voice cracked, then he went on. "How this lousy whore was humping under you like a fucking bitch in heat!"
"Oh, God," Ally moaned in humiliation at her husband seeing her like this, naked and her belly filled with another man's sperm. She opened her mouth in horror, but was too paralyzed with fright, to speak. Instead, she jerked her arm up over her face and curled up into a sobbing helpless heap on the table. There was nothing else she could do as his eyes wandered coldly over her flushed and used body.
Cardwell slid slowly from the table top, a small smile playing across the corners of his mouth. Almost casually, he picked up his clothes and began to dress, saying, "Take it easy, Jeff. Try to calm down, will you?"
"Who in the hell are you to tell me to calm down when I just caught you fucking my own wife?" Jeff almost screamed in the heat of his blind, consuming anger.
As if in reply, the principal strolled nonchalantly across the dark room and flicked a switch. The locker room was suddenly bathed in the brightness of the overhead light. Running his eyes contemptuously over Jeff s naked body, the principal sneered, "I'm the man who was just fucking your wife. Who are you?"
More hot words choked in Jeff's throat as he realized his position, standing there with the naked girl beside him. The awful thought came to him that perhaps Ally had seen....
As if reading his thoughts, Cardwell smiled humorlessly. "That's right, we saw it all. Ally and I stood in that very doorway and watched you and Kim together. And, after we watched for a while, we decided that turnabout was fair play, if you get my meaning."
Jeff sputtered, trying to find some way out, his brain reeling. Then suddenly he remembered something and wheeled on the red-headed teenager beside him. "How did you know?" he screamed as some kind of warning fight began to blink in his brain. "How did you know it was him? You said it was Cardwell!"
"That's right, she did," the principal said, leaning back against the wall.
Jeff's eyes searched Cardwell's face as he tried to understand what was happening. "You planned this," he said slowly. "You planned the whole goddamned thing!"
"Move that boy to the head of the class," the principal said sarcastically. Turning to Kim, he raised his eyebrows inquisitively. "Was he any good?"
The naked student merely rolled her eyes in rapturous delight.
"Well, if you say so," Cardwell shrugged. He redirected his attention to Ally who was lying huddled on the table. "You, my dear, were exquisite. So, I am pleased to tell you and your husband that you have just been accepted and initiated into our little group. We rather jokingly call it our 'school sex syndicate.' Congratulations."
Both Ally and Jeff stared at him in undisguised amazement. Then Jeff's eyes went back to his wife, resting and hardening on the thin, glistening strand of warm sticky sperm that had trickled down her legs as she had curled miserably on her side. He began to speak in a low, deadly tone. "Great. That's just fine. I need a break from what I'm getting at home and, obviously, my dear little wife feels the same way!"
Ally lifted her head from the table and stared at the room's occupants. She felt dazed, confused; so much had happened in so short a time to disrupt her life, she couldn't accept what she had heard the principal or her husband say. She didn't know what to think, except that what she was hearing went against everything she had ever been taught, everything she had ever believed in. It just wasn't right....
"No," she suddenly said, breaking the stillness of the room. "I'm not going to get involved in any swap clubs. You're sick, all of you!"
"You looked pretty sick yourself, a few minutes ago," Jeff snapped angrily.
"Well, what happened to you, Jeff?" Ally sneered, staring pointed at his naked loins. "Did a band of gypsies run away with your clothes?" She fought down the sobs that were again rising to her throat. "D-do what you want ... j-just don't expect m-me to go along with y-you!"
"Shut up, both of you!" the principal barked, interrupting Jeff's angry reply. He stared at the young wife lying on the table. "If you value your reputation and your husband's job, you will go with your husband." His eyes narrowed ominously. "I imagine it would be very embarrassing if that packet of pictures should be discovered in a young male student's locker, Ally, complete with your fingerprints all over them...."
She gazed at Cardwell in shocked horror as she remembered the manila envelope she had dropped into the waste basket beside her desk. "Oh, no," she breathed. "You wouldn't...."
"I would, my dear, and I have done other things just as unpleasant." She watched the principal smile self-depreciatingly. "We have to be rather clever to preserve the anonymity of our little group. There is a great risk with so many students involved. I'm sure you understand...."
"What's he talking about? What pictures?" Jeff asked fearfully as he began to realize how well-planned the whole operation had been.
"Please, calm yourself," the principal said smoothly. "She can explain later. I'm in rather a hurry so let me just mention that the first meeting for you two will be tomorrow night at my home." Whistling merrily, the gray-haired man moved toward the outside door, then paused by the exit, impatiently tapping his foot.
A moment later, the buxom teenager rushed from the basketball court into the locker room. "I'm coming, Angus," she panted breathlessly as she pulled up the zipper of her suede miniskirt in mid-flight.
"Well, hurry up, dear," he chuckled paternally. "I promised your mother I'd have you home by seven."
A moment later they were gone.
Avoiding each other's eyes, Ally and Jeff each moved to where they had dropped their clothes and began to dress silently. The tension grew quietly between them until Ally broke under the strain. Half-dressed, she rushed out to where Jeff was buckling his trousers in the darkened gymnasium and tearfully threw her arms around his neck.
"Forgive me, darling," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry and ashamed. What are we going to do about that meeting tomorrow night? I'm so scared, Jeff."
Her husband stonily disengaged himself from her embrace, his upper lip curling in distaste. "Obviously, we are going to go to the meeting, Ally." He coldly stared into her pleading eyes. "And don't fool yourself by thinking that I don't care about what you did this afternoon. I'm not going to forget that for a long, long time."
"But ... but, what about ... what you...." she sputtered, then stopped. How dare he treat me like this after all he did, she wondered angrily. How could he be so unfair as to act as though it were all her fault?
In a day crammed with unpleasant surprises, this was the last straw. Eyes ablaze, she wordlessly turned around and walked back to the dressing room. She picked up her purse and strode out the door, turning out the light before she left. Let him find his own way out, she fumed, as she walked toward their car, the only one left in the school parking lot.
One thing, she resolved to herself, her life was going to be different from now on. If Jeff wanted to play nasty, she would follow his lead and beat him at it, if she could. He was going to pay for the humiliations he had heaped on her that afternoon, and he was going to pay dearly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ally's eyes were wide with wonder as she and Jeff followed Angus Cardwell through his home the next evening. Even though the house was located on Hill Road in the wealthier section of town, she hadn't quite expected it to be so beautiful, decorated in such impressive good taste. The furniture was all period pieces, English she thought, and the walls were decorated with antique prints and dark, ancient portraits.
As she followed the principal from the front door to the back of the house, she was tempted several times to inquire about various objects d'art, but even the silence of the house was so commanding that she was hesistant about disturbing it.
"Where ... where is everyone else," she finally asked timidly. "I thought you said that this was going to be a meeting of the ... er, syndicate."
"Oh, don't worry, my dear," Cardwell chuckled. "They're all waiting for you downstairs in the basement. I redecorated it last year into a sort of game room, even had it sound-proofed. Things get a little wild sometimes and we wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors, would we?"
"N-no, of course not," she faltered, her nervousness returning with the principal's reminder of the nature of the group. She wished with all her heart that she could look to Jeff for some kind of support, but since yesterday afternoon, he had been as cold and distant as a stranger.
Until now, she had not even worried very much about his selfish attitude, knowing that they would eventually make their peace, once he got over his hurt pride. In fact, she had almost gotten to the point where she was looking forward to the evening here, just as a sort of revenge to get back at Jeff for being so callous and cruel. Besides, it had been mostly his fault, and even when he did finally recover from his snit, she had a strange feeling that she would never be able to really forgive him for what he had done.
Something had changed between them yesterday afternoon and nothing would ever be quite the same again. It wasn't just that she would never be able to really trust him after this, but something else, something basic had changed in herself. The cold truth was that she had enjoyed, truly enjoyed, having sex with Angus Cardwell yesterday afternoon. A virtual stranger had changed her into something else than a simple innocent wife, something wild and free. For the first time, she knew that sex was not just a part of love, but a rewarding thing all by itself. She had learned that she could use her own body as a kind of pleasure machine, bringing herself and someone else, anyone else, to almost unbearable heights of exquisite sensation.
The worst of it, the part she could not quite admit even to herself, was that she was not sine she would be satisfied with any one man again. She had felt as much, or more sheer sexual fulfillment in the arms of a stranger than she had ever felt with the husband she loved. Tonight, she was certain, would be the test, and she prayed with all her heart that she would hate every minute of what would happen.
Ally walked demurely between the principal and her husband down the stairway from the kitchen and, when they arrived at the bottom, the principal opened a thick wooden door. She gasped and took a step back. It was though someone had just turned on a carnival on a television set.
Even though the room before her was dimly lit, it seemed to be illuminated by the noise and activity going on within. Seemingly dozens of people filled the large area, some dancing, some talking loudly and several couples were spread out on the long couches that lined the walls, engaged in various stages and positions of love-making. But, the thing that left her rooted to the floor, her knees trembling so that she could barely stay upright, was that no one had a stitch of clothing on them. Fat, thin, young and old, they casually went on with their various occupations as though the idea of covering themselves was unheard of. The principal, wending his way through the crowd, looked almost ridiculously out of place in his dark suit and tie. In her shocked daze, she was vaguely aware that Jeff still stood behind her, probably just as astounded as she was, she thought.
A moment later, the principal stood on a raised dais at the far end of the room. Standing before a dark curtain, he officially clapped his hands, calling for silence from the merry-making crowd of naked people. Her mind numbed by the shock of her surroundings, Ally merely stared curiously and waited for him to begin speaking as the noise slowly abated.
"My friends, the little treat I promised you for tonight has arrived. Meet Jeff and Ally Carson, the new additions to our little group." His eyes twinkled merrily as he boomed in the stentorian tones Ally knew so well. "I know from personal experience that the dear lady will be a lovely asset to our group. You will be pleased to discover that she is charmingly innocent, but I'm sure one meeting will be sufficient to relieve her of that weighty encumbrance. I'm sure some of you gentlemen will be happy to assist her."
He paused for a moment and Ally suddenly realized that she was the focus of innumerable hungry glances. She had worn one of her most provocative dresses to the "meeting," but she knew that she wouldn't have felt any safer in a suit of armor. The eyes picked at her clothing like tiny hands, drawing away layer after layer until she felt obscenely naked. Instinctively, she moved her hands to cover her breasts and pubic area, then blushed a deep shade of rose as the room resounded with the sound of dozens of amused snickers.
The principal smiled benignly, then went on. "Her husband, as you can see, is not quite so reticent. I hear from our little Kim that he too had the necessary requirements for a functional membership. As a matter-of-fact, Kim was rather enthusiastic about his ... um, requirements." He made as if to leave the platform, then paused, turning to the doorway in which Ally and Jeff still waited. "Please, come inside and shut the door. I'll leave you two to your own introductions. I'm sure you'll be well acquainted with everyone in no time."
As he stepped down, Ally was uncomfortably aware that many of the people had turned to stare toward the doorway in which they stood. The fear which had been rising within her since the principal began speaking turned to blind panic and she whirled around, whispering urgently, "Jeff, please, let's get out of this place. I can't ... I can't let all these men do it to me....
The words caught in her throat as she came face-to-face with her husband and realized at a glance that he too was completely naked. His eyes met hers in a withering glance and he muttered contemptuously, "I think that overheated little hole between your legs will take care of that." He pushed by her and suddenly she was alone in the doorway with his clothes piled on the steps behind her.
Frightened tears blurred her vision momentarily, then abruptly, she regained control of herself. All right, she decided as cold rage took control of her mind, if that's what he wants, he'll get it-in spades. "Whore" he called me, she fumed. Well, I'll show him what the word means tonight. We'll see how much he likes his wife acting like a slut!
Mustering all her courage, she turned around to face the four men who stood grinning before the doorway. They looked like starving men contemplating a steak dinner, she thought sardonically watching their faces as their eyes raked over her body. Suddenly, the fearful apprehension began to return when she tried to imagine how she would ever handle four men. It was impossible, she just couldn't do it, she thought frantically.
"How do you do, Ally? I'm Frank Vincent, the mayor."
Ally's eyes darted to the tall thin man at the left side of the group. She smiled gratefully at his warm friendly grin, then dropped her eyes again as she recognized the hunger that still glittered in his steel blue eyes. "How do you do," she murmured formally, then wondered what else there was to say. It would be just too absurd to discuss the weather at a time like this, she thought ridiculously.
"I'm afraid my friends have forgotten their manners," the balding mayor went on amiably.
"We don't often meet anyone as lovely as you in such conducive circumstances." His voice was smooth and charming and, in spite of her instinctive distrust of the man, she found herself responding to his carefully easy conversation. At this point, she appreciated any support she could find.
"Thank you for your kindness," she said sincerely. "I ... I've never been to anything ... like this ... before...."
"That's all right, Ally," he responded warmly. "There's a first time for all of us."
"Come on, come on. Let's get on with it. I want to get to know this little dolly a little better before we have to go home." The rough voice shattered Ally's growing confidence and she turned her head to view the short, paunchy middle-aged man who was puffing impatiently on a fat cigar. She gasped as her eyes fell on the biggest cock she had ever seen. Unable to take her eyes away, she stared at the long, flaccid tube that seemed to hang halfway down to his pudgy knees, wondering how in the world any woman could take anything that big.
"You like that, baby?" She raised her eyes to the fat-cheeked baby face of the man with the cigar. "Well, it's gonna be all yours," he grinned lewdly. "Then you can tell all your girl friends that you got it from old Bud Smith. They'll probably buy tickets to take a look at your cunt ... if that's were I decide to put it." He chewed a little more on the black stub, then added, "By the way, I'm the town garbage collector, so I'm around once a week, if you need any more."
Oh, God, she moaned to herself, how could she ever let that little pig of a man touch her. She looked at the other two men in the group, wondering if either of them would protect her from Bud Smith. What she saw wasn't encouraging.
"That's Hugh Bailey, our police captain," the mayor offered helpfully as she studied the cruel-faced, powerfully built man who stood between him and the garbage collector. Her eyes shifted to the remaining man at the other end of the group. "And that's Joe, Bud's son. He's the star quarterback on the high school football team."
Ally's heart sank. Not only was the boy built like a Goliath, but his cock was nearly as big as his father's. His pimply adolescent face reminded her of every movie she had ever seen on juvenile delinquency. There was no reprieve; she had seen the same smoldering lust in each of their eyes. Yet, the thought of anyone of them touching her body made her stomach turn. Frantically she wracked her brain trying to think of some way out. Suddenly, a question occurred to her.
"I thought that this was a high school group, where are the rest of the students?" she inquired of no one in particular.
"Aw, most of them would rather go out parking," Bud volunteered contemptuously. "Most of them aren't ready for all this sophisticated sex. So, just the really advanced ones ever find out about the group and that keeps things interesting. The rest of us is community leaders, if you know what I mean. That way Angus don't have to worry about any trouble, and we all get our kicks too."
Ally could tell they were getting impatient with simple conversation and she had no idea of how she would ever escape. The principal had wisely arranged so that the city officials had a personal interest in the group.
"Come on, honey. Let's you and us go find a place that's a little more comfortable."
Ally felt her heart rise to her throat at the sound of the dreaded words. "Oh, no ... I can't," she lamely protested. "I ... don't feel too well ... perhaps, I'd better just go home, if you don't mind...."
"Now, now, ma'am, you just forget your worries," the policeman spoke up brightly. "Your husband's having a damned good time-you don't want to be a party-pooper, now do you? Why, we're gonna have that hot little box of yours climbing the walls in no time at all!"
Before she cold argue further, one of the men had taken her hand and began to lead her across the faintly-lit room. The party had quieted down and she looked around to see that everyone there had settled down to serious sex. After raking the room with her eyes, she finally found Jeff, barely visible under the flurry of naked girls and women who were ministering to his needs.
Ally paused for a moment and stared into the corner Jeff and his harem were occupying. All the girls were engrossed in arousing Jeff and each other: two taking turns at licking and sucking his rampant penis, another concentrating strictly on his dangling testicles and another with her soft curling pubic hair positioned directly over his face and tickling against his lips as he lay writhing on the floor. Ally's stomach was churning with disgust when a rough tug on her arm drew her away from the scene.
"Come on, girly," she heard the garbage man admonish her. "We're missing all the fun."
She docilely allowed herself to be pulled across the room, thinking over what she had just seen and becoming angrier by the second. And Jeff had even had the nerve to criticize her for being unfaithful, she fumed. Well, her dear husband didn't look like he was struggling to break away from the chorus line over there! Obviously, he had not given her a thought since he left her alone in the doorway. More than anything else in the world, she wanted to teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget, even though it might break the marriage, or what shreds were left of it.
As she and Bud Smith approached the others who were waiting impatiently on the other side of the room, Ally made the most difficult decision of her life. Tossing aside all morals and scruples, she decided to go along with the four men and do whatever they might require of her. But, only, if they agreed to do it behind the curtain of the little stage. Then, later, when she was in a position that would really hurt and humiliate her husband, she would ask one of them to pull the curtain, so that everyone could see.
"Wow, that's a real neat idea," Bud Smith's gargantuan son exclaimed when Ally told the group what she wanted to do. "Can we, Dad? Can we, huh? Damn, that would be almost as good as being in a stag movie!"
The three older men looked at each other, slow grins of excited interest spreading across their faces as they considered the possibilities of the idea. Ally had prudently left out her motive for staging the exhibition and she was thankful that no one had thought to question her about it. She saw with relief that they were too aroused to be suspicious of her idea and were much more interested in the "how" of the proposed project than the "why."
"Yeah, that might be real interesting," the policeman said thoughtfully. "What do you say we do something extremely entertaining for our audience?"
Ally felt another pang of apprehension as she saw them nod and exchange smiling glances. She realized that they might want her to perform that unnatural thing Kim had done to her husband yesterday afternoon, but if that was the price for revenge against Jeff, Ally guessed that she would be able to force herself to go through with it.
"Yes, let's do something absolutely breathtaking," she airily agreed as she climbed up onto the raised platform and slipped behind the heavy blue velvet curtain, followed by the four lasciviously grinning men.
She paused for a moment in the absolute blackness of the curtained alcove, shuddering slightly as she wondered what was going to happen next. Her answer came a moment later as she felt an anonymous hand slide the zipper down the back of her dress. Faceless hands slid the garment down over her hips, then helped her to slip out of her bra and panties. She had just started to unclasp her garter belt when restraining hands stopped her, gently but insistantly.
"No, leave your stockings on," a gruff voice commanded. "I want to see you like that."
"Shit, I want to see her now," another voice chimed in. "Isn't there a light back here?"
A moment later, Ally was blinded by the brilliant light that filled the tiny cubicle. As her eyes became accustomed to the glare, she realized that it was a spotlight overhead. Why, this must really be a stage, she realized, looking around the room. There behind her was a huge bed, covered in blue velvet matching the curtains. It had occurred to her that the platform had probably been used for stag shows before, when the sound of indrawn breath from the four men surrounding her interrupted her thoughts.
"Goddamn ... look at that beautiful ass," Bud Smith rasped in a hoarse tone of voice.
Ally knew she was blushing. The mayor had said nothing, but he continually licked his lips as though he were tasting and evaluating a rare wine.
The policeman jerked his head toward the bed and grinned lewdly. "Well, baby. You about ready for your initiation to the syndicate?"
On the other side of the curtain, the air was filled with gasps and moans of delight, the occasional shriek of a powerful orgasm. Ally was aware of something akin to terror creeping over her. What was she doing here? Nude! With four strangers-four men who had encircled her as though she were a trembling, helpless doe tracked down by a pack of hungry wolves. They were closing in now. She jumped as though she had been touched with a live wire as the garbageman lovingly stroked on a cheek of her supple buttocks.
"Don't be nervous," the mayor said.
"Maybe she'd like it in the ass," Bud Smith suggested, worming his finger into the crevice between her buttocks. Ally jumped again, and this time all four men laughed insolently at her.
The policeman stood right in front of her; his burning eyes moved up and down her body like rifle sights homing in on a target. He spoke slowly, in a husky lust-contorted voice. "Baby, you were made for fucking, and you're going to be fucked like you've never been fucked before."
Humiliated and biting her lips in shame, Ally stood with downcast head as the moronic teenager stepped forward and used his thumb and forefinger to part the soft curling strands of her pubic hair and open her vaginal lips. "Oh, man, that's some pussy," he gasped. "I'm gonna get a little of that to eat before we fuck her."
The mayor nodded his head. "I agree. Maybe we should all try a little." He took Ally by the arm and pulled her over to the huge bed in the middle of the stage. "It's high time for the initiation," he said. "Lie down."
Ally hesitated and found herself being forced down on the velvet-covered bed. She watched wild-eyed as they bent over her to drink in her naked loveliness, their lust-twisted faces unbelievable masks of desire. There was nothing she could do against their number and strength. She was alone and completely at their mercy to do with as they wished. She felt two of them grab her shoulders and arms, pinning her to the Bed. At the end of the mattress was the pudgy body of Bud Smith who stood above her looking down, hands on hips, his monstrous erect prick hovering rigidly, menacingly, his hairy sperm-swollen sac hanking like a water-filled balloon at its base. Momentarily, she thought she was going to faint, even prayed that she might, and then she saw the mountainous teenager touch his father's arm.
"Wait a minute, Dad," he said, his eyes beady with lust as he looked into the other's face. "If you get her first, she ain't gonna be any good for anybody else. Let me eat her out a little first."
"Yeah, Bud," the policeman chimed in from where he stood holding down her right arm and shoulder. "Let the kid do it! I want to watch her face as that hot little pussy gets itself all heated up.
The garbage collector grinned resignedly and stepped away from the edge of the bed, letting the pimply-faced boy take his place.
Ally froze in sudden shame as the thick-lipped youth slowly spread her thighs and dropped to his knees on the bed between them, his dull eyes feasting of the vision of her exposed, down-covered pubic area. As his head moved downward, a muffled groan escaped through her tightly-clenched teeth.
"Go on, boy! Hell, she just don't know how much she wants it! Go on! Lick her cunt!" she heard Bud Smith cry.
A convulsive spasm jerked at her thigh and stomach muscles as she felt his lips pressing into the soft naked flesh of her belly. She tried to cringe from his touch, but the sudden wet contact sent an involuntary chill racing the length of her spine. Then, she felt the boy's wet tongue tracing downward to the "V" of her crotch and the spreading of her soft dark pubic hair with his thumbs as his tongue laced snake-like into the moist, tight slit of her vagina.
Her body responded automatically, convulsively jerking, and a loud moan escaped from her lips. Roughly, she felt him clamp his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs as if to spread her more wide open to him, and she forced her head up, her eyes open wide in abject terror to see him hunched on all fours down between her wide-spread thighs, grinning up at her like a beast of prey about to pounce on its defenseless victim. The pink, moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face like a sacrifice in some ancient pagan ritual. She looked to the men around her for some kind of mercy, but saw only lewdly grinning faces and throbbing angry cocks completely surrounding her.
Ohs and ahs and the harsh sucking-in of breath came down to her ears as the teenager again slowly drew apart the ragged pink lips of her helplessly spread vagina. They stared greedily down between her legs until suddenly, with an animal-like groan, the youth's head again dipped down with a maddening suck of his rubbery lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Ally's throbbing clitoris into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerk to life.
Ally clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting wildly through her captive loins. She fought with all her strength against the betrayal of her body. Yet, in spite of her revulsion at the strange assortment of men who had control of her body, sparks of forbidden pleasure were beginning to tingle deep down in her belly, and her firm round breasts jiggled sensuously from the cruel buffeting her lower body was undergoing.
Suddenly, the teenager's tongue slipped forward, burrowing up her straining cunt like a racing lizard, and she realized it was no longer possible to ignore what was happening within her body. She remembered the decision she had made to go along with everything these men might want and suddenly realized that it had been unnecessary. She was certain they could force her to do anything they desired and besides, she had no choice but to admit that she was enjoying everything that was happening to her. A momentary flash of regret entered her mind and when she remembered how she had last seen her husband, surrounded by naked women and apparently enjoying it to the fullest. Well, you shouldn't she enjoy it just as much? The question echoed, unanswered, in her mind as she happily surrendered to the shocks of pleasure rippling crazily through her body as the youth's tongue speared in and out of her dilated vagina. Suddenly all rational thought was forgotten as her body responded more and more frantically to the oral manipulations of her hungry quivering cunt. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, burying the flicking tongue to its roots.
She had never felt so blatantly wanton in her life; and for the first time, she didn't care about anything. Nothing else mattered now; not Jeff, not principles, not humiliation, just the diabolical reality of the probing tongue that had crawled into her hot steaming furrow. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress, frantically trying to quell the searing, hot lashes of flame that suddenly licked maddenly at her naked quivering body. She had never realized before what it meant to be a truly sensual woman and tonight she was truly free, free to work out the accumulated frustration of years of watching out for her "reputation" and months of fighting off her husband's improper advances. Perhaps it was the fact that these men were strangers or that she was virtually at their mercy, she didn't know for sure what it was but something had released her inhibitions. Something had turned her body on and she prayed for both her and Jeff's sake that she would not be soon turned off.
Straining wildly against the restraining arms, she thrust her pelvis upward, frantically grinding her cunt up tight into the youth's face. She writhed her buttocks in tight frenzied circles, fighting for the release that was now so close. Suddenly, the youth stopped his licking and sucking and raised his head with difficulty from the vice-like grip of her thighs.
"Oh, God, no, don't stop," she cried in frustration as she saw him backing away from the juncture of her thighs and twist to get up off the bed. "Please, come back! Come back! I was almost ready to cum! Don't leave me like this! Won't someone help me?"
Her eyes glazed in wild desire, she searched the faces of the men who stood around the bed above her. Finally, the policeman grinned down at her and let go of the arm he had been holding to the bed. Partially freed, she grabbed his hand and yanked him down to her, kissing his lips, his nose, his eyes, her tongue slavering all over his face. She was so close to completion!
She needed but one thing now; she needed a cock!
"Oh, God, hurry!" she gasped as the leering man climbed between her wide-spread thighs. Grabbing the thick, blood-filled shaft that jutted from his groin, she guided it straight to the hungry gorge of her cunt, his powerful body smashing a deep groan from her as he rammed down into her. His balls smacked heavily on her upturned ass, his hard, hairy stomach scraping against the yielding softness of her belly.
Ally strained against him, wanting him deeper into her madly quivering cunt.
"Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she screamed at him in her frenzy of newly-awakened lust.
He clutched the cheeks of her ass and drove his prick to the hilt. Oh God, it was too short!
She groaned in frustration and splayed her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access, but it did not help. His jerking cock pis-toned into her mercilessly,. bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked against her loins, a brutal thud sounding with each pile-driving thrust. She moaned again; he was bringing her to a climax with the brutal pounding of his body.
She sucked beneath him, straining for the maddeningly elusive peak of sensation, and then, abruptly, she felt his pummeling rod stiffen without warning, spewing its white-hot juices far up into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
The keenness of her disappointment left tears of frustration running down her passion inflamed cheeks. Then, through the haze of her passion, she realized that the policeman had left her and someone else was standing between her legs. It was Bud Smith, she realized, and then her gaze fell to his cock. It couldn't be true, she thought clearly, the shock of the sight sobering her instantly. His giant blue-veined cock reared out from under his paunchy stomach like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between his stubby legs. Fearfully, she estimated it to be at least ten inches long and two wide, and the two monstrous sperm-bloated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a mighty gun ready to roar into belching flames. She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open in astonished horror and disbelief.
"N-no, please ... I can't ... it's too big...."
"Now, don't you worry, girly," she heard him say cheerfully. "All my ladies say that the first time, but they never complain again. Besides, the principal's big cock must of stretched your pussy a bit, so it won't be too hard at all. Yep, I think old Fang here is going to get himself a nice warm winter coat."
Ally was wide-eyed with horror as she watched the pudgy man stroke up and down the length of "Fang," drawing back the heavy foreskin to expose the purplish head with a sinister drop of semen glistening on the tip like a single eye. The faces above her came closer, leering and gaping as if to get a better view of the spectacle about to take place. Strong hands grasped her ankles, raising them and bending them over her writhing body until her toes touched the velvet coverlet on either side of her head, and she gasped with the stretching pain. The flat plane of her luscious hair-covered pussy was presented up to the kneeling man in defenseless offering. It was his to plunder at will.
The lust-incited group around the bed gasped as the great bulging head found its pulsating opening. It nestled for a moment against the ping ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between them.
"Ram it to her, Dad!" exclaimed the huge boy, excitedly gripping his own shaft tightly in one hand as he held Ally's left ankle down with the other.
With a flick of his plump hips, the grinning garbage man forced the blood-engorged chunky head to penetrate a portion of an inch inside the quivering lips of her hair-lined cunt, brutally expanding the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
Ally threw her head back to scream, but suddenly a hand clamped roughly over her mouth. From somewhere through her haze of pain, she heard someone mumble, "Yeah, keep her quiet until she gets used to it or we'll have her husband in here, trying to kill us."
"Yeah, but just wait," another voice chuckled, "and in a few minutes, she'll be ready to follow the garbage truck around for weeks just to get a touch of old Fang again."
"Uuuuummmmpppph!"
It sank a cruel inch, the struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the punishing impalement, but eager restraining hands held her tight to the mattress. She was certain her cunt lips were tearing down between her wide held legs! The pain was unbearable, racking her inhumanly stretched body like bolts of torturous flesh-searing lightning.
The short, flabby man levered up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked forward again-his grin widening as the relentless cock slipped in another excruciating inch.
"Mmmmmmmmpppphhh!"
Another inch....
"Mmmmmmmooppphhh! Uuuuummmmph!"
Hot breath coursed over her naked sweating body as the men crowded closer, gazing as if hypnotized at the skewering of this voluptuous young woman as if she were some medieval slave. Then, she was dimly aware of clutching hands, squeezing and massaging at her breasts and fingers clawing over every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling things, feverishly working to enter every opening of her pain-wracked helpless body.
Beneath the sweating palm that covered her mouth, she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing like fountains from her open but almost unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests only seemed to incite the men more, however, and a sudden great crushing thrust from the man above her sent the giant cock plowing crushingly into the deep folds of her resisting passage, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh rippling before it. Ally jerked convulsively as the huge rod raced into her belly like a runway freight train, smashing all resistance. It was an uncontrolled demon crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and pushing her inner organs into tight balls that could not breathe or move. She thought it would burst into her throat if he didn't stop. It was ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality.
Suddenly, it stopped! With an earthquake-like thud, his balls crashed resoundingly down against the wide-split crevice of her ass. The immense semen inflated sac danced on her buttocks and at last his monstrous rod lay imbedded to the hilt inside Ally's trembling young cunt.
The pudgy man above her held still for a moment, waiting for the curvaceous girl to adjust to the presence of his huge member in her white, soft belly. He smiled knowingly as her pain-contorted face began to slowly relax, the tightly gnashed teeth opening in surprise as she became accustomed to the out-sized member that was forcibly expanding the cringing walls of her vagina.
He flexed the great head inside her and she groaned uncontrollably, her teeth reclenching. He flexed again ... waited and watched, then flexed again. Her muffled groans were becoming progressively quieter as her hot passage became accustomed to the monstrous intrusion. Then, he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his great cudgel into her naked crotch, expanding the tight-stretched interior of her vagina until it fit him like a well-tailored glove.
The men around her stared wide-eyed, unbelieving that the tight tiny cunt they had seen before could swallow the whole of the enormous buried member. From either side, eager fingers teased at the fleshy hair-covered lips suckling his Herculean prick. She felt a fingertip probe beneath the dangling balls at her tiny anus, flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. She winced as it paused and probed, suddenly popping inside the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender, velvety flesh inside. It rolled around, enlarging the tiny opening until the very palm of the invading hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks, the entire finger sunk safely inside the dry throbbing hole.
Without warning, Bud Smith began an agonizing fucking motion in and out of Ally's moist stretched pussy, ramming forward pitilessly from the peak of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body mercilessly down against the mattress. The finger buried deep in her asshole began to piston in and out in rhythm with the massive, slow drubbing cock in a tempoed fucking team that brought groans of pleasure and pain to the lips of her tortured mouth in time with their dual rhythm.
The pain was miraculously subsiding and a weird sensation of tingling joy was again seeping through her defenseless body. The outrageously debasement and subjugation aroused strange masochistic delights to surge through her bloodstream. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned tempo to match the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her. Hands from all around her groped to drive her on as leering faces peered down upon her hungrily.
"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me like that," she crooned gratefully as the restraining hand was lifted from her mouth. She gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. Hardened male cocks were everywhere. No longer compelled to hold her to the bed, the men had begun stroking their swollen, lust inflated members in time to the huge monster fucking into her cunt and the anonymous finger worming around in her tightly clenched rectum like another throbbing prick. She was surrounded by them, imprisoned by them, and all the time, the most magnificent of them all fucked into her, expanding with each stroke. For a moment, she remembered that the curtain had not yet been opened, that her husband was not yet aware of her complete degradation, but the thought faded as quickly as it had appeared. There was no time to think of anything else now. She was a prisoner, a helpless captive who could do nothing against the delicious assault of her cunt and asshole, trapped between the two invading rods like a helpless insect.
"Oh, God, don't stop ... Don't ever stop!" she gasped thickly, her brain reeling as she rotated her up-thrust ass faster and faster to keep pace with the monstrous poles of flesh and finger pummeling into her like tireless fucking machines. Then, she felt someone seize her hand and place a cock into it, pressing her fingers snugly around. No longer caring what happened to her, she began to stroke it in time to the mutual tempo, as she felt the shaft of flesh drubbing into her cunt expanding almost to the bursting point.
"No! No! Wait ... wait!" she cried in desperation, but it was too late. She looked up to see the man's eyeballs rolling happily in his head and his great balls began forcing gush after gush of his hot, thick sperm deep into her constricting belly. She ground her naked crotch up tightly against his pelvis to stop his stream for a moment, but the very nature of her sucking movement defeated her purpose. The nibbling clasp of her cunt milked it clean,, until the final dregs of his vast hot semen gurgled deep in her distended womb.
The chubby man collapsed useless and drained on her still squirming form, the head of his deflated cock slipping from her sucking cunt with a sudden pop.
Under his bulk, Ally sobbed in unbearable frustration. It just wasn't fair that she should be so cruelly deprived of the climax she had fought so hard for while these men used her body to satisfy their own selfish desire. And Jeff was probably having a wonderful time out in the party room, damn him! Then, suddenly she remembered her vengeful resolution. Opening her eyes, she looked around her with accusing eyes.
"You forgot to open the curtain," she said bitterly as she mentally saw her plan for revenge going down the drain.
The mayor and Bud Smith's son had been talking quietly together, but at the sound of her querulous tone of voice, they sprang apart. Ally couldn't stifle a little shudder of apprehension as she noticed the strange sadistic light that glowed in their eyes.
"Don't you worry about that, ma'am," the youth assured her. "We ain't finished yet, not by a long shot!" He smiled conspiratorily at the mayor. "After all, we ain't had a go at you yet. Hugh, here, will pull that curtain when things get interesting, won't you, Hugh?"
The policeman, who had been standing close enough to overhear the whispered conversation, bobbed his head up and down in enthusiastic agreement. "You bet your ass, boy! This show is going to get all those tired old cocks out there up and flying again, or I'm not a red-blooded American boy!"
"W-what are you going to do to me?" Ally inquired, trying to sound unafraid.
"Just do exactly what we tell you," the mayor advised. "And you'll find out soon enough. Now, turn over and get on your knees, Ally."
Puzzled, but willing to cooperate with almost anything to settle the account with her wayward husband, she obeyed. Pushing the still panting garbage collector to the side of the mattress, she rolled over and crawled to her knees, resting on all fours. She suddenly felt the weight of the husky teenager dropping to the bed beside her and then felt his sweating hands stretching open the cheeks of her buttocks. She immediately assumed that the youth was planning to take her the same way Jeff had done it, that one time last weekend, seemingly so long ago. It had horrified her then, but now she didn't care. If Jeff saw her being taken like an animal, like a bitch in heat, perhaps it would humiliate him even more.
"Now, relax and don't worry," the mayor whispered as he climbed onto the bed in front of her. "This might be a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll quickly get used to it." His hands firmly grasped her shoulders and pushed them roughly down onto the mattress, holding them tightly to the bed while her buttocks were left waving high in the air.
A tremor of fear passed through Ally's body, but only for a brief moment. Her cunt was still dangling hungrily, yearning to be filled by the boy's huge cock, and she waggled her ass invitingly before him. The youth's fingers slowly moved inside of her, beginning a slow rhythmic thrust and she found herself squirming back against them, trying to swallow his hand in her hot, twitching pussy. Tiny moans of pleasure rippled from her lips in helpless cadence to the lewd pummeling, feverish manipulations within her warm pulsating depths. Her will-power seemed to have been entirely drained from her as her excitement built, and she found herself wishing he would ram his huge, hard member into her impatiently waiting passage.
Then suddenly she felt his fingers move up from her drenched pussy and begin probing at the tiny puckered inlet a few inches above.
Before she could protest, she heard the mayor command loudly, "Spread your legs, Ally."
Perhaps the boy had made some kind of mistake, she thought in puzzlement, and obediently moved her knees apart. His finger continued to prod at the deep red little hole. She winced, jumping forward slightly as he strained at it, and suddenly, it had entered, not hurting as she had anticipated, but sending a sensation of surprised pleasure through her, as he insinuated it slowly and methodically into her rectum.
He wormed his finger deeper into the tight expanding hole, sawing it in and out, widening the tiny anus more and more. She cried out a little and grabbed tight handfuls of the velvet bedspread as she felt it slip in past the first knuckle.
He forced in another finger and this time it hurt. She winced with the pain and tried to bounce away from the impalement, but the mayor's hands on her shoulders held her firmly to the bed. For a brief moment he was still, then his fingers began to work together inside her clinging rectum. He screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand.
The other man watched in fascination at the cruel subjugation of this lovely young wife by the big, stupid-looking youth. Their faces registered disbelief when suddenly Ally's flushed face began to show joy. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the cruel fingers worked around and around deep in her wide-stretched rectum. The pimply teenager grinned triumphantly as he prodded at the defenseless asshole and Ally squirmed beneath his cruel probe in total surrender to the strangely arousing manipulations.
"Go on, boy," she heard someone hiss loudly. "She's ready now ... Fuck her in the ass!"
Ally stiffened as the words penetrated her consciousness. They couldn't mean it, she thought as her mind raced frantically. That was a perversion so disgusting she had never even imagined it. All the time, she had thought that the boy was just doing some strange new kind of foreplay, and she had to admit that it had excited her. In fact, she was so aroused she could barely stand it, but she wanted a big, hard fleshy rod to ram into her aching pussy, not ... back there.
She felt his fingers pull out of her, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them and making a sucking hissing noise. Then, she felt him push the cheeks apart again, and she cringed against the mattress, expecting the huge blunt knob of his cock to cram brutally into the tiny sensitive opening. Instead, she felt his moist breath warming the crevices between her buttocks. Suddenly, his tongue began teasingly licking at the quivering black hole. She felt his mouth pressed against the tight puckered hole and abruptly, his tongue thrust through the rubbery ring, drawing a low guttural. groan from the girl before him. The sensation was maddenly exciting and he continued until the squirming girl could not stand it another minute.
"Oh, God, fuck it! Fuck it, please!" she breathed in a thick passionate voice. "Hurry up or I'll die!"
As she spoke, the mouth was withdrawn and she felt his hot, hairy body move in between her thighs, and a shiver of anticipation surged through her. She felt the smooth spongy head of his cock resting within her split crevice and she reached back between her legs to where his heavy balls hung down and gently stroked and cupped them.
"Hey, you were right," she heard the youth gasp delightedly. "She really does want it ... Goddamn, I've always wanted to fuck a woman in the ass...."
"Help him, Ally," the mayor said softly, his voice almost hypnotically droning in the silence of the room. "Put it in for him. Put it in your ass.
Ally's hand moved hesitantly from the softness of the balls to grasp the huge rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and perceived the enormity of the throbbing instrument. She stroked it experimentally as she tried to decide what to do.
"Put it in, Ally," the mayor murmured insistantly, digging his fingers harshly into her shoulders. "Put it in your hot little ass!"
Submitting to the cold command and the pressure of the mayor's hands, she held her breath and placed the tip against the tight hairless opening. She felt him begin to prod and realized that her fears had been well-founded and that she had overestimated herself in her passion. It was way too big! She felt him prodding and working at her anus, like a giant battering ram trying to break through a mousetrap. The pressure against the tiny opening was unbearable. Something had to give way....
Suddenly, something did....
He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus and then a spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted wildly, cramming a clenched fist into her mouth to stifle the bloodcurdling scream that was rising to her throat. Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape but her jerks only helped to drive the fiery rod deeper and deeper into her shaking, thrashing behind.
The men watched, grinning lasciviously, as she tried to pull away from the agonizing impalement, but the youth held her hips tighter to him and pushed harder.
"Ooooooohhh," she groaned from the pain, her face contorted tightly from the first ravishment of her virginal anus. "It hurts! It's too big! Oh, God!"
But he ignored her frenzied pleas, shoving mercilessly as he hugged her hips in his savage attack and bellowed hoarsely, "Shove back, damn it! Shove back!"
She could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain. It felt as though someone were driving a red hot poker into the very depths of her being. What had he said? Was he trying to help her ease the pain?
"Push back, Ally," she heard the mayor command, barely discerning his words in her agony.
Praying for relief, she followed his order, opening her clenched buttocks with a deliberate mind shattering, effort she hunched back against the huge punishing weapon.
"Aaaaaaaaagggghhh!" she grunted in pain as the teenager's body pressed down on her with pulverizing strength, the monstrous shaft ripping far up into her quivering belly. Bucking crazily against him, she tried with all her might to throw him off, but as she squirmed, he rammed down, imbedding his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the soft, flaccid tunnel of her ass. The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside and then, with a final groan of hopeless surrender, she ceased her struggling.
Gasping with arousal at the spectacle of the voluptuous white body skewered on the end of his stiff fleshy rod, the youth began sawing rhythmically deep into the soft rubbery passageway, burying his rampaging instrument to the balls in her nearly split anus with each brutal thrust.
Then, before the unbelieving eyes of the men around her, Ally began to move backwards to meet each forward movement of the boy's body. He was reveling in the cruel sodomizing of her backside like a subservient slave of old kneeling before a brutal master. The grinning youth slammed into her with hard pitiless thrusts, watching in sadistic delight as the stretched pink flesh of her anus followed the thick shaft out on each backstroke as though it were fighting the withdrawal of the huge member.
Ally bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her hair a wild tangle flying around her face, as he rammed again and again and again. She tried to think, but each time his driving lunges would thrust her forward, and she would squirm back onto his powerful rod until soon she was overcome with an all-pervading masochistic joy. The pain suddenly seemed strangely pleasant to her. She found herself undulating her body and moving her buttocks in tiny circles.
Ally wallowed obscenely, raising and lowering her hips almost to the tip of his lust-hardened cudgel, then back down to drive it deep within her burning channel. She mewled in pleasure as she felt his balls smacking rhythmically against her cunt below sending additional tingles of excitement through her ravaged body. Behind her, she heard the impassioned and elated teenager groaning each time he surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper.
"Ooooooh, ooooooh," she groaned and gasped as he pressed forward as hard as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper and just holding it there. Her hands reached under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening teasing motion that brought saliva dribbling down over her back and buttocks from the youth's gaping mouth.
Suddenly, she felt another movement around her head, and she could feel the mattress dropping in front of her face as a heavyweight slid closer to her. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth and then felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. She jerked her eyes open and gazed with horror at a long white cock, about seven or eight inches long, right in front of her face. The mayor, who could no longer stand the lust-inciting scene of the beautiful girl being fucked in the ass by the husky youth, had moved closer on the bed.
"Get up on your hands," he gasped hoarsely, brutally lifting her shoulders from the mattress. When she resisted, he twined his fingers in her tousled hair and brutally yanked her head upward. "Lift your head, Ally. I want you to suck my cock!"
Moaning with pain and humiliation, she followed his command, raising her torso until she was balanced on her hands and knees. The mayor climbed to his knees in front of her and grasped both sides of her head vice-like between his palms, poising the head of his cock against her lips. She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth tightly and try to keep it away, but he was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness, of her teeth.
She struggled in horror against this rinal humiliation, her mind racing to think of some escape. Suddenly a solution sprang to her mind, the obviousness of it made her almost cry with relief. Of course, Jeff was right outside. Even if he was angry with her, he would help her out of a situation as humiliating as this. Using all the strength she could muster, she opened her mouth to scream and pulled her head back away from the mayor's pressuring loins....
"Je-mmmmmuuuummmph!"
The youth behind her had suddenly shoved cruelly forward, burying his monstrous shaft even deeper in her rectum, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden powerful lunge. Her face ran head on into the waiting hard erect cock that rammed without warning into her open mouth. The long, thick instrument crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
He fucked into her face viciously, like it was a second delicious cunt. Ally gagged as it rammed half-way down her throat, the full length of it disappearing into her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the downy fuzz covering them, tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled for breath, catching small gasps of air on each out-stroke. She fought mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of the youth fucking into her ravaged asshole, never quite pulling it all the way out, but always leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot, moist shelter of her mouth.
Ally closed her eyes in utter humiliation as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer human but a great mass of limp flesh, unable to think or feel.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind. The mental picture of being fucked mercilessly like she was nothing but a lowly street whore between the two lust-crazed men incited her. The desire deep in her belly became a raging torrent once again and she began to roll her buttocks high up behind her in a circular movement, tightening her anal muscles around the hot, fleshy pole burrowing into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again until the hot stick fluids ran out of her asshole and down her already thickly covered thighs. She sucked insatiably at the broad prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every thrust. It was the first time in her life she had ever tasted a cock and she explored it hungrily. Her tongue twirled wildly at the blood-filled head, probing madly at the tiny gland on the tip. She wanted it to shoot into her mouth, to swallow it and feel it pouring down her throat to meet the sperm that would soon be shooting into her entrails from behind. She wanted it to run through her body in great torrents.
Behind her, the boy was building toward the end. He began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard driving hips. His hands gripped tensely around her tiny waist, squeezing the soft flesh until bright red welts rose from the pressure of his fingers.
She moaned incessantly beneath the dual attack as the mayor cuped and kneaded her jiggling breasts hanging down beneath her bucking torso with a frenzied pressure that almost jerked her mind away from the ceaseless ravishment of her other tender parts.
The youth behind her reached down and pulled her ass cheeks even wider apart, beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks that resounded in the air. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowing back and his breath came in short stuttered blasts as he stared with glassy eyes at her sweat-shiny quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tightly fitting glove. He could see the mayors long hard cock disappearing into her tender lips as the man in front pummeled mercilessly into her mouth.
Ally worked in a daze of passion, licking and sucking like a hungry child at every thrust into her mouth. The saliva in her mouth began to grow sticky as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the mayors cock. She could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head, his long fingers curled tightly in her hair slipping her mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as though it were just another cunt into which he could spew his animal-like lust.
Suddenly, with the rising tide of her own orgasm, Ally felt the cock inside her mouth stretching and expanding until there was no room left, and moaned around it as it thrust forward hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other hard, cruel prick skewering deep into her belly from behind. She sucked wildly to bring him to a climax, aware of nothing in the world but that she wanted to please these two men who were bringing her such strange, beautiful pleasure.
Then, the mayor in front of her stiffened suddenly as if shocked by an electric current and jerked his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep in her constricted throat. She fought to breathe as it suddenly erupted into the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth, his hot thick liquid flooding her throat like a rush of raging water. Her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm that spurted from the ejaculating rod. She sucked and swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her hips like an elastic ring around the jerking member, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as his deflated penis oozed from between her still sucking lips, thin strings of cum hanging from her chin connecting her with the limp organ as the mayor collapsed in front of her on the bed.
Her shoulders again dropped to the mattress so that her firm white buttocks were sticking up high in the air and the great plunging cock behind her could fuck her at will. There was nothing now but this great fleshy mass that was filling her as she had never been filled before.
She ground back against it as she felt it throb into a massive hugeness that could only mean one thing.
She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last crushing lunge as the youth fucking into her mercilessly, shoved the cock's full expanded length into her full-stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her soft flesh like the talons of an angry hawk. Ally screamed, muttering strange incoherent sounds that blended with the youth's gasping grunts as she felt the first hot waves of the hot white liquid spewing into the depths of her rectum.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee!" she shrieked out her own release as the youth's jerking orgasm shook her body like a volcanic eruption. She screwed her body buttocks back tightly against the squirting cock and felt her body explode into a thousand tiny sparks as the heated male sperm flooded her intestines until she thought she would burst. His cum overflowed, running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and mingling with her own cum fluids in a single stream of thick viscous cream that streamed down the backs of her quaking thighs. There were several more convulsive jerks of her pelvis against his loins and then she fell forward onto the mattress, his weight toppling over on top of her, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated mayor who she had just sucked dry.
Suddenly, through the whistling sound of her own tortured breathing, she thought she heard someone clapping. With great effort she tried to quiet her exhaustsed panting and listened more carefully. Yes, someone was clapping, and then someone else joined him. Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of applauding hands, punctuated occasionally by a shrill whistle or a loud cry of "Bravo, bravo!"
Uncertainly, she opened one eye, then the other, then closed them in panic to blot out the scene that had met her eyes. There, beside the bed, were not the heavy folds of the blue velvet curtain, but instead, she saw dozens of grinning, laughing faces, all turned toward the platform, the bed on which she lay, panting and exhausted.
One of the men had remembered to open the curtain!
She opened her eyes again and began to search through the people who were again returning to their sexual occupations. Where was Jeff? she wondered. She looked over the group once more, and then, her eyes fell on the dark-end doorway that led to the stairs from the kitchen.
She could see a figure at the bottom of the stairway, rapidly pulling on his trousers. Even from across the room, Ally could see that the man's body was tense with anger. Oh, God, she thought to herself, if only she had known what they were planning to do to her before she had so stupidly advised them to open the curtain, "when things got interesting...."
"Jeff! Wait for me!" she called to the figure who was hurriedly buttoning up his shirt.
But, he either did not hear her call, or preferred not to acknowledge it.
Wriggling out from under the panting youth, she grabbed up her dress from where it lay crumpled on the floor and quickly slipped it over her head. She stared for a moment at her bra and panties, then kicked them aside. Picking up her shoes, she ran down the stage steps and across the party room, barely missing stepping on several couples who lay sprawled out across the floor. By the time she reached the doorway, Jeff was sitting on the bottom step, donning his shoes and socks.
Ally wanted more than anything else to run up to him and throw her arms around him and beg for forgiveness. But, she forced herself to stand quietly against the doorframe until he had finished dressing himself. She knew that there was nothing she could say right now to assuage his anger. Even if she tried to explain why she had done what she did, it would only make him more angry. When he looked up a few minutes later, she only smiled timidly.
"Well, what do you want?" he snapped.
Ally cringed back at the furious light in his eyes, then quickly pulled herself together. She knew that their whole marriage hinged on how she acted in the next few minutes.
"I want you." Her voice was quiet and dignified, even though she was trembling inside.
He laughed, a short barking sound that held no humor. "What do you want me for, sweetheart?" he said viciously. "I can only fuck you with one cock at a time!"
She stood quietly, her eyes downcast. Even though she knew he was deliberately trying to hurt her, she could not ward off the sting of his words. Now that it was over, she could not imagine what could have possessed her to respond so violently to those four men. But she did know one thing-nothing in this world was ever going to force her to attend another "syndicate" meeting again! She would divorce Jeff or go to jail before it ever happened to her another time!
She watched silently as Jeff rose from the step on which he had been sitting and began to climb the stairs. For a moment, she waited for him to turn around and say something, anything that would indicate he wanted her to come with him. He made no indication that he even knew that she was there. At last, she sighed wearily and began trudging up the stairs behind him.
CHAPTER NINE
Jeff Carson leaned heavily against the mantelpiece in their living room and stared pensively at his wife as she sat huddled on one end of the long couch on the other side of the room. He was trying desperately to organize his jumbled thoughts, to make some kind of order out of the chaos that was whirling madly around in his brain. Everything had been happening so fast in the last two days that he still was not sure exactly what this would all mean to his future life with Ally.
He had been so infuriated when they had left the party that he almost had not allowed Ally to get into the car with him, but she had looked so lonely and forlorn as she stood in the cool evening air out in front of the principal's house that he had relented and stopped backing out of the driveway long enough to let her climb into the car.
On the ride home, he had been prepared to jump on anything she might try to say, to tear her feeble explanations to pieces and then tell her to get out of his life. But, she had sat silently, trembling occasionally from the cold ... or, perhaps it had been something else that had made her shiver so violently. Almost in spite of himself, he had felt his anger cooling, and the brutal realization of his own fault in creating the situation had begun to come to his mind.
Now, they were home and not a word had passed between them since he had so unfeelingly left her to the mercy of those four men at the party. Although the very though of her performance on the stage, being double-fucked from both ends by two complete strangers and enjoying it, raised his blood pressure past the danger point, he couldn't help but feel like a brute as he saw her now, curled up so miserably into the corner of the sofa. Still, unwelcome considerations kept popping into his mind. Why, if she had hated it so much had she been responding so violently, even to the point of orgasm, when two strange men had been violating her rectum and mouth? Even before the curtain had been drawn, he had heard her cries of animal passion as the four men had performed unknown obscenities on her innocent body. She had never allowed him, her own husband, to do anything the least bit out of the ordinary in their sexual encounters, and yet, she had not only allowed it but enjoyed it thoroughly when all those strangers had used her body in anyway they pleased.
"Jeff...." he heard a timorous murmur from across the room. "I just want you to know that I was forced to do everything that happened with those men."
"Hmmmmph!" he growled. "You didn't look like you were suffering too much when you put on a show for the whole fucking group! Which of your buddies thought up that little gem?"
She paused for a moment, then answered slowly. "Jeff, that was my idea ... I ... I wanted to make you pay for how much you had hurt me ... I had no idea they were going to do ... to do all those awful things to me."
Jeff's jaw dropped as he registered her words. "Your idea?" His voice was low with anger. "Why you little slut, how dare you try to punish me-after what you did with Angus Card-well? Where do you get off trying to humiliate me after that disgusting performance at the school?"
She raised her head and stared him calmly in the eyes. "Have you forgotten, Jeff, what prompted me to do that? It was your own infidelity that made me want revenge-and believe me, that is the only reason I would ever do anything like that...."
"Is that so?" he muttered. "Well, then, why were you enjoying it so much"
Ally's head fell forward and she began quietly sobbing. "I-I just d-don't know ... A-at first, I thought that maybe I w-was a n-nymphomaniac to actually like it when they did all those things I had always thought were dirty, b-but th-then...." She looked up, her eyes filled with a tearful appeal for understanding. "Then, I began to realize that p-perhaps I'd been wrong all this t-time ... not letting myself learn all the things you were t-trying to teach me...."
She clenched her hands tightly in her lap and made a visible effort to control her anguished sobs. "Jeff, in the last two days, I guess I've been forced to do almost every sexual act that I ever thought was wrong ... and nothing had happened to me. I'm still the same Ally, perhaps not as innocent, but maybe too, I'm more of a woman now ... maybe a better wife, if ... if you still want me to be your wife...."
Jeff was touched by her appeal to his reason, but he couldn't quite accept her claim to innocence of blame. "I suppose you just expect me to forgive you and we'll live happily ever after," he said sneeringly. "You know, a wife is supposed to obey her husband, or just to care about his wishes."
"Jeff, I'll never go against your wishes again," she said sincerely. "Every time I've ever disobeyed you, I've been sorry. And, darling, even though you might not believe it, one of the main reasons I went along with those men tonight is because I thought you wanted me to ... I thought you really wanted to become a member of the 'syndicate'."
Jeff searched for a reply. He felt cornered, accused of being the one at fault for the whole mess, and he knew he wasn't. If only Ally hadn't been so straitlaced about sex, he never would have been tempted to accept Kim Reed's proposition, and the whole thing would have been avoided. God knows, he would have been completely happy with his beautiful wife if she had been just a bit more responsive to the idea of a little variety in their sex life. It wasn't fair that he should be asked to shoulder all the blame, he thought defensively as his anger began to rise again.
Before he could think of an answer, however, the doorbell chimed. Welcoming the temporary diversion, whatever it was, Jeff opened the front door, only to find Angus Cardwell standing on the stoop, a stern but worried expression on his face.
At the sight of him, Jeff felt his veins pounding in rising anger, but he silently stood aside to allow the man to enter the living room. The principal nodded briefly to Ally, then stood quietly in the center of the room, until Jeff had regained his position by the mantle.
"I've just dropped by to see how you two were after your first meeting," he began. "I know you had a good time, Jeff, and Ally appeared to be enjoying herself when the curtain opened. But, then you left so suddenly...."
Infuriated that the principal had brought up his own participation in the orgy, making his case against Ally even weaker than it already was, Jeff glared venomously at him. "If you're worried that we're planning to expose your little group, let me put your mind at ease. We...."
He had been about to say that they had no choice but to remain silent, but suddenly the sight of Ally and the principal together brought back all the pain and anger he had experienced in the last two days. For a moment, his need for vindication overcame his better judgment and he blurted out, "As a matter-of-fact, we plan to be at every meeting from now on! Isn't that so, Ally?"
Ally stared at him for a moment, pain and pleading apparent in her expression, then nodded dumbly.
"Not only that," he went on, unable to stop the ball of revenge he had set rolling. "Ally particularly enjoyed her session with you at the school yesterday. She says she'll remember it forever as one of the high spots in her sexual experience."
Ally gazed at him, horror-stricken at his words. Then, her eyes moved to the principal who was smiling smugly as his eyes lust-raked her cringing body.
"Well, now, that's just fine," he boomed happily. "I'm glad you're so open-minded, my boy, because I enjoyed it myself. In fact, I was rather disappointed that I didn't have a turn at her myself at the party. I was just about to go up to the stage when she ran out."
Jeff's eyes glittered malevolently as he heard the principal's words. "Well, I want you to feel free to have Ally any time you like. Ally does anything I tell her, and if I say so, she'll be happy to oblige you right now, if you like." He glanced over to where she sat, stiff with shock and terror. "Isn't it so that you do anything I say, darling?"
Realizing that this was some kind of strange test of her love for Jeff, she forced herself to smile graciously. "Of course, Jeff. I t-told you that I would do anything you say...." Her voice was quaking but no one seemed to notice.
"Well, then take your clothes off, woman," the principal said heartily. "We'll do it right here on the floor and show your young stud here how a master does it'"
Ally searched Jeff's eyes for some sign of compassion or pity, but found nothing but ice-cold determination. Feeling that he was trying to punish her, she nodded humbly to show that she would obey him, then rose to slip off her dress.
The principal, unaware of anything but his own desire for the ripe-bodied young woman, frantically tore off his clothes, revealing that he already carried a full erection.
Ally's eyes fell on the massive rod protruding from the principal's loins and felt her heart sink. She had been sure that she would not be forced to do something like this again, but now the situation was completely different. She had told Jeff that she would obey him and he was surely testing her. Somehow, this seemed even more wrong and unnatural than anything this evening and yet, strange as it was, it might be that going along with Jeff's cruel demand was the only way to keep their marriage together.
"All right, woman, get where you belong," the principal barked, "down on the floor with your legs wide open-I'm coming in!"
Numb with shame and humiliation, Ally meekly obeyed his command, glancing only once at Jeff to see that he was still standing in the same place, his eyes stony and cold. Oh, my love, what has become of us, she thought miserably as she lowered herself to the carpet; then lifted her knees, spreading her long, shapely legs wide apart. The principal fell to his knees between her thighs and, grabbing his rampant penis, poised it between the lips of her vagina. Then, with a brutally powerful thrust, he sunk the huge shaft into the ravaged passageway that was still wet and flooded with the combined sperm of the policeman and Bud Smith.
Before she even had time to catch her breath after the brutal lunge had knocked the wind from her body, the husky middle-aged man grabbed her hips and rolled over on the floor until she was sitting on his loins, skewered on his stone-hard cock. "Now, ride it, baby," he rasped, flexing the massive organ in her hopelessly impaled pussy. He thrust upward unmercifully, in and out with pitiless regularity into her battered aching pussy. His hand slipped around her hips and played along the crevice between her naked buttocks until his finger found the raw, puckered anus pointing ceiling-ward. He quickly forced it through the tight neither ring and wormed his finger deeply into her warm, spongy interior flesh.
"Oh, God," she gasped in helpless misery as the principal's cock and finger pistoned in and out of her naked loins. She had never felt so defiled in her life and it only increased her agony to know that her husband was just standing there, watching another man violating his own wife.
Jeff watched in fascination as the principal's finger and prick plunged in and out of the two wide-stretched passageways between his wife's legs. He felt the urge to scream with jealous anger as he saw Ally begin to respond, grinding her hips down against Cardwell's rocking loins. He could see her anus begin to pucker and nip possessively at the finger ramming into it, driving back on it as she swung up from the monster violating her cunt from below, then surging downward, then up, then down.
The sight of their actions and the sound of the principal's grunting and panting filled his brain, making it reel. He had never dreamed that he would be a party to such debauchery-and his sweet, puritanical little wife was right at the center of it all. Her growing mewls of passion were more than he could tolerate. He had to become a partner in this lewd pillaging of her defenseless body. Why not punish her himself? He had to fuck her too, like the dirty whore she was showing herself to be! Forgotten was the fact that he had ordered her to be where she was, that she was merely following his direct command. He was blinded by thoughts of cruel revenge.
He leaped to the center of the room, tearing down his zipper and pulling his cock from his trousers as though it were some bludgeoning weapon.
"I'm going to fuck you, Ally," he yelled. "I'm going to fuck you in the asshole. Your husband is going to fuck you in the ass-right now!!"
Ally heard his words through her haze of misery and exhaustion. She had been using all the strength she had left to pretend that she was enjoying the fucking the principal was giving her and she was almost senseless with humiliation and weariness. She moaned in protest, too tired to argue with her enraged husband. It didn't matter; nothing mattered to her but to end this debasing torture of her half-dead body. She felt Cardwell's finger slip from her anus.
Taking her breathless moan for passionate assent, Jeff dropped to the floor and, straddling the principal's legs, aimed the mushroom-like tip of his cock against the tiny clenching opening and shoved.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhh!" she screamed in pain and shame as the elastic ring of her asshole gave way before her husband's relentless pressure. She made a frantic effort to pull away her lewdly stretched rectum from the cruel invading cudgel, but the principal held tightly to her hips, as Jeff's lust-hardened rod disappeared in the wide-stretched opening between the two smoothly quivering mounds of flesh. Ally groaned loudly throughout the entire insertion, an almost inarticulate voice filled with torment as her husband began moving it back and forth inside. She tried to twist away from him, only to find herself skewered even more deeply on the principal's jerking cock. She tried to throw him off, but the waggling of her ass caused his prick to burrow even more deeply in her bowels.
Then, both men were fucking her in unison, driving in and out of her cunt and asshole like well-oiled machinery. The principal withdrew slowly and Jeff did the same until only the heads of their cocks remained inside her-her husband's held only by her ravaged sphincter muscle and Cardwell's by the pink-rimmed lips of her cunt. Then, they rammed simultaneously into her, their stiffened rods pushing against each other along the parallel channels of her vaginal and rectal passages.
Ally suffered silently, knowing that this was her rightful punishment for getting involved in this perverted sexual infidelity. It was her own stupidity, her own illogical desire for revenge that had brought her to this state, and now she was paying for her stupidity. The payment was this cruel debasement, this degradation, this pain.
But, to her horror, she suddenly found the pain was disappearing as the two cock slammed into her. She recognized the sudden rippling of her own internal muscles and knew that she must control herself. A moment later, however, her good intentions were forgotten as the wanton excitement growing from her bowels and cunt overpowered her tortured mind. Suddenly, there was only an almost insatiable desire as she reveled in the perverted sodomizing of her defenseless asshole by her angry husband and felt her vagina being cruelly raped by the sadistic principal. The shame and humiliation and changed somehow to uncontrollable spasms of strange masochistic delight that continued to build with each inward thrust of the two lustfully driving pricks.
The men pounded into her body with a hypnotic savage rhythm. Ally could feel that she was almost about to cum, and she fought it. She didn't want to climax, not in this debasing situation, but her body again conquered her scruples, twisting and singing to catch every movement the men made. Apparently sensing her impending climax, they began to fuck harder. Cardwell's cock banged hard against her cervix as her husband rammed every last inch of his prick into her bowels, panting "Fuck back, Ally! Fuck back!"
As the rhythm of their fucking increased, Ally heard the principal moan beneath her and she had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming out her own building agony. Suddenly, Card-well made one powerful lunge upward and then fell back as his overpowering orgasm exploded deep up inside her pussy and brought a contented smile to his face. Then, almost miraculously, Ally felt the velvet vibrations in her own body, spreading from her vagina to her anus. She pushed back against the rampaging cock in her anal passage and was rewarded with a mighty plunge that went in deeper than she would have believed possible. It stayed there and began pumping its hot male juices deep into her already impossibly filled rectum.
In her daze of exhaustion, Ally was only vaguely aware when Jeff and Cardwell pulled their deflated cocks from the dual holes up between her widespread thighs. The principal gently rolled her off his body and she collapsed on the floor, fighting the thoughts that were too soon returning to her mind.
She felt soiled, mutilated with a stigma that was branded in her mind forever. Her own husband had casually given her to another man, then had violated her himself, without thought to her wishes or well-being. He couldn't possibly love her if he would do a thing like that.
She felt the tears rising to her eyes and this time, she did not try to fight down the sobs. There was nothing left to her; her pride and self-respect were gone-and now her husband too. Weary and trembling, she lay on the carpet and surrendered to the wracking sobs that tore through her body.
For several moments, she was oblivious to everything around her as the depths of her misery overcame her body and mind. Then, suddenly, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. Reluctantly, she looked up into her husband's face. To her amazement, she discovered that he too had tears in his eyes.
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," he whispered sadly. "Why didn't you stop me? Why did you let it happen?"
She tried desperately to catch her breath between heaving sobs and finally answered tearfully. "J-Jeff ... y-you ... t-t-told ... m-me to...." It was all she could say and her head fell back to the floor.
He knelt beside her, gazing sorrowfully at the shaking, huddled body of his beautiful wife, then murmured softly in discovery. "You love me ... you really love me that much ... Oh, baby, forgive me...."
He slipped down beside her and gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair as he whispered comfort to her. "Don't worry, darling, we'll get out of this ... somehow."
EPILOGUE
It was four days later when Jeff and Ally escaped, without fanfare or commotion, from Wilton Crossing. During the days following their shattering experience with the "club" at the high school principal's home, they had continued to work at their respective jobs without any outward sign of complaint or dissatisfaction, but had returned home each evening to spend several hours packing clothes and their various belongings. In these four days, their marriage crystalized and they grew closer than ever before, Jeff realizing that, despite the fact that Ally was only a woman, she was delightfully intelligent as well as a competent partner in conceiving and acting out their secret plans. More important, as far as he was concerned, she had begun to become adept in the joys and rewards of uninhibited sex with the one man she truly loved.
Knowing that mmbers of the "syndicate" might well be anyone in town, they were cautious to keep their plan an absolute secret, remembering that Angus Cardwell had threatened to use the pornographic pictures Ally had found to send her to jail. They knew it had not been an idle threat-not in a town where the mayor and even the chief of police were both involved in a scandalous sex organization.
Thus, early in the morning, before dawn, the Carsons slipped silently from the house and transferred their belongings to the car. By the time the sun was up that Saturday, they were already fifty miles from Wilton Crossing, laughing in relief as they drove down the New York Thruway. They were not exactly certain of their destination, but that was not all-important. All that mattered, really, was that they were truly together and free of the "syndicate's" damning hold on their lives.
Now, as they sped south, only one matter was left to be taken care of ... one last blow to break the "club's" back and destroy its power over other innocents like themselves.
It was just after ten that morning, and the sun was burning brightly down on the lush countryside, when Jeff and Ally walked timorously into a roadside headquarters of the New York State Police. The uniformed officer behind the desk looked up and smiled at the approaching couple.
"Well, folks," he beamed, "what can we do for you?"
"Jeff, you tell him," Ally said.
The tall handsome teacher inhaled deeply and said, "We'd like you to listen to a long story. We think you'll be interested."
