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Subject: STORY: Learning Curve mmF-NC
Date: Fri, 07 Feb 1997 16:57:07 -0500
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Here's my promised second story, tentavely called "Learning Curve." 
It's not part of "the Maga-tsumi" series, as was "First Night."  This is
completely self-contained, and is a bit more "normal"--strictly humans
this time.  As usual, if you're under 18, then this garbage is corroding
your mind.  If you've crossed the magic age of 18, on the other hand,
then you're safe.

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Grading Curve
Tuesday, August 13th
11:45am

	Catherine, exhausted and still having three classes before the end of th=
e day, walked down the sunlit hall to her office to grade her classes' fi=
rst homework assignments.  She sighed as she walked, knowing that she sho=
uld be overjoyed.  She'd just married a wonderful husband, and had receiv=
ed a job teaching in her hometown's high school only months after receivi=
ng her masters' degree in college.  None of it felt right, though; life w=
ith her new husband wasn't anything like she thought it'd be, and she fel=
t uncomfortable teaching people only a few years younger than her.  Espec=
ially in seventh period, with two boys sitting in the back rows looking a=
t her.  She couldn't place what seemed wrong, but the looks they gave her=
 yesterday certainly weren't those of students looking at a teacher.  The=
 two were both varsity football players, horrible at English but heroes t=
o the rest of the school...
	She stopped herself as she realized she'd started dwelling on those two =
again, four times in half as many days of school.  Shaking her head, Cath=
erine turned the corner to her office, then froze, her stomach seeming to=
 leap into her throat, as she saw the two of them standing by their locke=
rs.  Obviously the two were on lunch break as well, because the hall rang=
 with silence except for their low conversations.  Catching her breath, a=
nd baffled by her fright, she nevertheless tried to slip into her office =
without their noticing.  She creaked the door open slowly, then stepped q=
uietly past the door.  As she vanished past the oak-finished doorway, she=
 saw one of them turn to see her.  Inexplicably alerted, she closed the d=
oor quickly and turned the lock on the doorknob.
	Catherine sighed in relief, then thought about how she'd acted.  She eve=
n felt silly, locking her own office door to protect herself from some cl=
assmates who probably didn't even remember her name yet.  Shaking her hea=
d in self-reproach, she unlocked the door then went to her desk.  She sat=
 down and began looking at the papers, shrugging off her grey blazer and =
unbuttoning the sleeves to her white silk blouse as the sunlight from out=
side poured into the room, turning it into an oven.  She shrugged the bla=
zer over her slender shoulders and onto the swivel chair, then untied her=
 light brown hair and let it fall down her back.  She leaned back in her =
chair, reading some of the assignments.
	She heard a noise suddenly, and she glanced up from a half-sleep to see =
the two boys standing at the door.  She shook her hair back and shuffled =
the papers into a folder, asking "What can I do for you?" as she glanced =
up, using the folder as an excuse to not look straight at them.  Her blue=
 eyes widened slightly as the one with the shaved head closed the door, w=
hile the one with swept-back blonde hair moved closer to the desk.  She g=
ulped as she heard the familiar click of the lock, then stood up uneasily=
 as the two turned off the light and moved towards her in the shadows.  "=
Why don't you do for us," the dark-haired one answered with a grin, as th=
ey moved around opposite sides of the desk, cornering her in the large bl=
ue-carpeted office.  As the blonde-hair boy moved around the desk, he cas=
ually jerked the string on her office window's venetian blinds, drawing t=
hem shut.  She tried to catch her breath, and weakly asked "what do you w=
ant?"  The blonde-hair boy answered "YOU."
	Breaking out of her trance, she bolted for the door, and twisted at the =
metal knob.  She pulled uselessly for a moment, then remembered the lock.=
  She reached down to twist it open, but as she fumbled with it the dark-=
haired boy grabbed her from behind and dragged her back to the middle of =
the room.  She kicked her legs forward, sending one of her dress shoes fl=
ying against the opposite wall, and one of the two--she didn't know which=
--laughed and said "now you're getting the idea."  The boy pulled her bac=
kwards and she fell to the floor on her back, the two quickly kneeling do=
wn to her.
	The blonde hair boy grabbed her stocking-clad ankles and the other slamm=
ed her wrists down against the floor and knelt on top of them, his kneeca=
ps pinning each arm down.  He reached down her body, and she screamed as =
he ripped her blouse down the front, sending buttons flying across the ro=
om.  He pulled the flaps out of the waistband of her loose black skirt, a=
nd flipped them aside to reveal her fully rounded, brassier-clad bosom.  =
"You must've missed the sign in the administration office," he said to he=
r as she tossed in his arms, "this hall's under repair; the only people t=
hat are allowed her are the carpenters."  Catherine tossed down to look a=
t the one sitting between her ankles as he said "and they won't be coming=
 until five o'clock."  The one at her arms tore her bra down her arms and=
 yanked the back hook off as he said "but we'll probably be coming long b=
efore then."
	She screamed "no!" and tried to fight them as the boy pushed her bra asi=
de to expose her round, pale breasts and light pink nipples.  He grabbed =
her blouse and began dragging it up her arms, finally throwing it off.  C=
atherine felt the cool air touching her bare breasts, the two teenage  bo=
ys' lascivious eyes on them, and she moaned a soft protest as her nipples=
 begin to harden and stand upright against her breasts.  The boy finished=
 drawing her blouse off and tossed it aside in a corner along with her br=
a, then looked back down at her.  She turned and tried to pull her wrists=
 from under his knees as he lowered his hands; then she gasped, her eyes =
closed tightly, as his warm hands touched her breasts, rubbing along the =
outside curve of them and stroking his fingers back and forth.
	The other boy pulled off her remaining shoe, then began to reach his han=
ds up the inside of her legs, sliding past her skirt, and she tried to ki=
ck her legs.  She groaned "no, please don't" as his fingers traced along =
her legs, rubbing past the top of her stockings and then up her thighs.  =
He stroked further and she trembled as his hands slid over the crotch of =
her briefs.  He slid them down her legs slowly, dragging them across her =
bent knees and supple legs, then pulled them over her ankles and placed t=
hem on the floor, almost seeming to relish her nakedness and openness tow=
ards him.  He traced his two forefingers up and down the buttons running =
up the front of her skirt, then tore them open slightly, exposing a shado=
wy hint of her dark, moistening cunt.  The boy at her arms leaned forward=
, pressing her wrists down even harder.  She winced in pain as her wrists=
 rolled beneath his full weight, then cried out softly as she felt the ot=
her boy's hands touch the downward curve of her bare cunt.
	Catherine tried to concentrate pulling on the man's knees, trying to pul=
l her wrists from beneath them so she could claw the boys' faces out and =
run out the door screaming.  She tried to concentrate on the two of them,=
 the same kind of low-life jocks she'd spent her life hating, attacking h=
er, and how much she hated them.  She tried to concentrate on her newlywe=
d husband, a kind and gentle man she'd sworn to be faithful, a promise th=
ey seemed to be forcing her to break.  She tried to concentrate on anythi=
ng but the boy's steady, intimately stroking fingers, rubbing and sliding=
 against her with horribly deliberate slowness.  His fingers traced along=
 the lips of her cunt, and she shuddered as one fingertip brushed into he=
r for just a second before trailing up and down between her kicking legs.=
  She tried to pull away from him, but the other one held her down, his h=
ands squeezing the roundness of her breasts, as the first one touched her=
 hardening clitoris between two fingers, and began rubbing his fingers to=
gether, with that small, tender spot brushing and throbbing between them.=
  She gasped, a small light sound, then let her head fall back, trying to=
 imagine some place beyond the incessant, unendurable rubbing.
	She tried to think clearly, then cried out, her eyes wide, as she felt s=
omething else touch her, something warm and wet stroking between her legs=
=2E  She felt the tip of it tracing up and down her vagina while two firm=
er, but just as moist, lines massaged the rest of her cunt in small circl=
es.  She looked down, her eyes half-open, and moaned loudly as she saw th=
e boy's head beneath the folds of her skirt, his lips and tongue explorin=
g her innermost depths with quick, ardent strokes.  His upper lip rubbed =
against the small patch of her pubic hair, while his lower lip brushed he=
r crotch up and down.  She shrieked, horrified by the act, as his tongue =
darted and flickered against the small tip of her clitoris.  She'd only h=
ad one boyfriend throughout high school, despite her breathtaking looks a=
nd numerous admirers, and they'd always been true to marriage, only darin=
g to touch each other on their honeymoon.  Her husband had never done any=
thing like this to her, and Catherine, raised in a conservative Christian=
 home, had never imagined such a sensation filling that space so complete=
ly.  The boy held her thighs tightly across his shoulders and lowered his=
 head, sliding his tongue deeper into her.  She groaned in bewilderment a=
s his tongue pushed further into her and his lips began massaging her own=
 in earnest, almost like a French kiss.
						1
	She rocked her head slightly as he licked her, then moaned, her eyes ope=
ning, as he drew away from her skirt.  Catherine felt herself lifted into=
 the air, the blonde-hair boy holding her thighs against his hips while t=
he boy at her wrists folded his elbows beneath her shoulders and hoisted =
her into the air, his hands still cupped around her breasts.  She tossed =
her head upright and looked down weakly as the boy holding her legs slid =
her thighs further up his hips.  She gasped lightly, her eyes wide, and g=
roaned "no.." as she saw his member standing erect from between his open =
jeans' zipper.  The thing seemed enormously large, almost incongruent wit=
h the boy's high-school status.  He held her legs over his hips, then thr=
ust himself up the folds of her skirt and deeper, past the wetted lips of=
 her vagina and into her trembling body.  His penis went straight between=
 her legs like a bull's eye, and pierced further into her with each rough=
 push.  She tossed her head with each rub into her, the member filling he=
r completely and the tip penetrating depths she'd never felt touched befo=
re.  She gasped quietly, her eyes closed lightly and her head tossed side=
ways, as the other boy began pinching her nipples and twisting them about=
 her breasts slowly.  He massaged the two points between his fingers, the=
n pressed them down into her breasts while the other one drew her hips ba=
ck and forth against his own, her skirt just barely concealing the coitus=
=2E  Her hips rocked slightly against his and she cried out in self-loath=
ing, trying to remind herself of the attack, of the way she despised the =
two men raping her, of the fact that she was actually being raped.
	She felt herself drop to the floor, turned over, and landed on her hands=
 and knees.  Confused by the abrupt ending--she didn't think the boy had =
finished--Catherine glanced up to see the boy at her arms lowering in fro=
nt of her.  He squatted atop her wrists again, and she felt the other boy=
 kneeling behind her, his legs lying atop her lower legs and his hands on=
 her skirt-clad hips.  They held her that way, bent over between them, an=
d she cried out as the one behind her lifted the back of her skirt and be=
gan thrusting into her again, his hands holding her hips against him as h=
e rocked into her.  She moaned and gasped as his member pounded into her,=
 far deeper than it could have reached before.  She tensed, her head risi=
ng as it went into her, and she felt it move at least nine or ten inches =
before withdrawing a little.  He rocked back and forth quickly against th=
e curve of her hips, his dick running easily through the thin wet line of=
 flesh between the back of her thighs, and she breathed small, sob-like g=
asps as she felt the tip pushing into so far into her.  She had never tho=
ught much about sex, had never been allowed to, and hadn't even dreamed a=
bout the position they held her in, bent over as one of them pounded deep=
er into her than she thought herself to even be.
	The other boy drew his own member out, just as long as the one behind he=
r, and grabbed the back of her head with one hand.  She turned her face a=
way from the huge throbbing dick, her experience with the other boy's lip=
s giving her some clue about what he expected of her.  He turned her head=
 back downward and shoved his dick between her lips, sliding it in and ou=
t of her mouth slowly.  He brushed the tip against the base of her tongue=
, and rubbed it over her tongue quickly.  She began to move her own tongu=
e, at first just to get away from the thing, then slid her lips up and do=
wn the shaft of his phallus tentatively, feeling the warm rod in her mout=
h.
	Catherine didn't know what prompted the two to roll her onto her back, s=
ince she knew neither of them had been satisfied, but they did, and the b=
londe-hair boy held her legs apart as he sat down between them.  He went =
into her again, her feet against his shoulder blades as his member penetr=
ated the open wet space between her legs.  It pounded between her turned-=
up thighs, and her cunt flushed red as he went faster and faster into her=
=2E  She tried to move, to keep him out of her somehow, but the other one=
 held both her arms down, keeping her from even writhing against the floo=
r.  She lay on her back, her gasps rising higher with each push and her h=
ips desperately twisting against the student's.  The boy suddenly slowed =
down, then trembled as he came inside her.  She felt the jet of warm flui=
d fire deep into her, his member shuddering inside her.  She'd never felt=
 any other man like that and the sensation overpowered her collapsing wil=
l, sending a tsunami-like orgasm crashing through her defenses.  The boy =
held inside her, prolonging the unendurably obscene feelings racing throu=
gh her horrified mind.  She shook, the orgasm rocking through her slender=
 frame and seeming to sweep over every inch of her skin.  Gasping and sti=
ll moaning, she looked up at the two boys, as one of them said "that's a =
good girl.  Just lie there and get fucked."
						2
	The dark-haired boy shoved her face-first onto her desk, her body presse=
d down against the surface as her legs hung down the side of the desk tow=
ards the floor.  She twisted for a minute as the other boy grabbed her sh=
oulders and held her against the desk, then gasped quickly as she felt th=
e boy behind her slid into her, raping her and pushing into her as he hel=
d her legs apart.  She gasped, trying not to lose herself in the sensatio=
ns, then tossed as she felt him flip the back of her skirt aside to show =
the slim curve of her bottom.  He began to rub her buttocks with his palm=
s, his fingers rubbing into the soft flesh while his thumbs edged down th=
e crevice.  Catherine jolted slightly as he suddenly spoke.
	"Your ass is so finely curved.  Your whole body's perfect.  You were a m=
odel, weren't you?"
	In fact, she had been a model for some local fashion stores while in col=
lege, posing in the latest back-to-school clothes in sales papers.  She s=
uddenly found herself answering him between gasps as he thrust himself in=
to her.
	"Yes."
	"It's easy to tell.  You've kept yourself in shape," he said, then thrus=
t in and out of her in a quick blur before slowing down again, "God, you'=
re so beautiful."
	She groaned as he pumped into her quickly, then slowed to a steady throb=
, and rolled her head sideways.  The boy's compliments confused her, and =
she fought her rising emotions as he described her light bell-like voice,=
 her firm body, and her deep blue eyes, all while forcing his member into=
 her body from behind, his fingers sliding lightly over her uncovered bot=
tom.  He rubbed his hands up her bare back, massaging her shoulders for a=
 moment as the other boy held her limp arms down, then traced his fingers=
 back down her body again.  He angled downward and she shrieked as his di=
ck brushed against her clitoris, the shaft pushing it up and down as he t=
hrust into her.  Catherine felt herself tensing as he went harder, roughl=
y assaulting her as he caressed her bottom and softly described her.  She=
 tried to think only of her husband, of how much she loved him, as the bo=
y pushed her clitoris quickly.  She didn't want to climax, tried desperat=
ely not to, but her body suddenly betrayed her and relaxed into an overwh=
elming orgasm.  The boy must have felt her thighs trembling, or heard her=
 light keening cry, because he came himself and held her hips up against =
him as he shoot into her.
	He climbed off her and walked slowly to the other side of the desk, and =
grabbed her arms.  The one with blonde hair walked behind her and she moa=
ned "not again," shocked by the idea of the two taking turns having her l=
ike that; in fact, the thought of something so profound being done so cas=
ually and easily by the two vaguely horrified her.  He pulled her thighs =
open and she gasped, her head straining upward, as he plunged into her op=
en cunt, his dick just barely moving.  Catherine groaned and tossed sligh=
tly as he held himself all the way within her, the feel of it so differen=
t from the first one or from her husband.  Some dreadfully nonchalant cor=
ner of her mind marveled at how much sex depended on the man doing it, ho=
w different each of two had felt within her, and she yelped as she tried =
to block the thought out.  The boy tore the top of her skirt open and let=
 the cloth drape down the sides of her desk, leaving her clothed only in =
her black stockings.  Her cries rose higher with each deeper thrust into =
her, and the boy had to hold his member inside her to keep it from slippi=
ng between her soaked labia.
						3
	Catherine lay atop the desk on her back, her legs spread open and hangin=
g over the corners of the desk as the dark-haired boy stood at the head o=
f it.  She lay on the desk with her hips just barely hanging over the edg=
e, and he held her hips down against the wood-finished surface as he rape=
d and penetrated her damp and open cunt.  She groaned softly as his huge =
member slid and pushed into her, while the other held her arms down again=
st the desk with one hand.  He leaned over her shoulders and reached his =
tongue out to touch her left nipple; she shuddered and tried futily to je=
rk her wrists away from the desktop, then gasped as the warm tip touched =
her hardened nipple.  His lips cupped over her breasts a second later, an=
d she moaned, her body pulling against the desk, as he cupped his left ha=
nd around her breast and began squeezing the large, wide circle tightly a=
s he pulled her nipple into his mouth.  He climbed atop the desk and rest=
ed his knee on her wrists as he plucked her nipple up and down with his l=
ips.
	"You were a virgin, weren't you?"
	She glanced up to see the boy who asked her, the one standing at the foo=
t of the desk and stretching her body taut with his dick.  She rolled her=
 head back as he went into her, then feebly answered, "No, I'm married."
	"Is your husband this good?"
	Catherine tossed desperately against the two as they took her, then, gas=
ping, looked up and answered "I love my husband."  She'd tried to sound d=
efiant, angry, but the words came out with a faintly pleading tone.
	She moaned, rolling her head slowly as the boy who'd spoken sucked her b=
reast, then opened her eyes and gasped as she felt his right hand slide d=
own her body, brushing over the dark mound of pubic hair and down between=
 her legs.  His fingers began stroking the rise of her clitoris, and she =
gasped steadily, her eyes closed, as his fingers lifted it up and down, o=
ne finger sliding into her just above the other's powerful thrusts.  The =
boy at her breasts climbed atop her head, his knees on both sides, and le=
aned down with his own head against her hips.  The other one continued hi=
s assault as the boy took her clitoris in his mouth, drawing it up from h=
er penetrated crotch and holding it between his lips.  His tongue flicker=
ed against her, his hands rubbing her wet labia up and down, and she crie=
d out in excitement.  She barely heard the next question, except that it =
reverberated in her mind.
	"Do you love him more than this?"
	She tossed against the boys, her flushed cunt trembling from overexertio=
n, and rolled her head against the desk.  She finally answered "this is r=
ape."
	"That's not an answer," he said, suddenly thrusting into her with a flur=
ry of movement, his dick's shaft pumping all the way into her several tim=
es a second.  Her eyes grew wide at the sensation, a series of small gasp=
s escaping her lips as her clitoris throbbed in the other boy's mouth.  S=
he tried to ignore them, but the feeling of her clitoris being pressed up=
 and down by the boy's hot tongue, while the other thrust his entire memb=
er into her body, drove itself into the deepest part of her psyche.  Cath=
erine moaned and tossed against the desk, her stocking-clad feet rubbing =
along the sides as her long hair fell around her head.  Her rigid body su=
ddenly released itself, and she shuddered with her third orgasm in that h=
our.  Her mind reeled with confusion as she heard herself answer, through=
 the maelstrom of sensations, "I don't know."
						4
	Catherine, completely naked, sat at the edge of the desk, her open legs =
hugging the hips of the boy standing in front of her.  Her own hips rocke=
d slightly on the edge of the desk as he came up into her, just barely mo=
ving out of her before going back in.  The other boy sat behind her, hold=
ing her arms back as the first pounded up inside her.  She tossed her dar=
k hair back, her eyes closed, and her breasts shifted up and down softly =
as she tossed her body with each push.  She'd long forgotten which boy wa=
s doing what and simply absorbed their constant assault, hardly even tryi=
ng to hold herself back anymore.  She tried one last time to feebly remem=
ber her husband, but the thought dissolved in a sea of arousal as she fel=
t her clitoris pinched by the boy in front of her.  The boy holding her a=
rms sat behind her, his legs spread over her hips, and she gasped--her mi=
nd losing every other thought--as she felt a large tip rushing down the m=
iddle of her slight bottom.
	He suddenly shoved himself into her bottom, going all the way up her tig=
htened anus.  She cried out, her eyes wide in physical shock, as she felt=
 his member inside her.  He held her hips in his hands and began pulling =
in and out of her, her bottom jerking back and forth as he pushed his dic=
k through her.  He timed his thrusts carefully, going in just as the othe=
r came into her, and she could almost feel the tip of their dicks touchin=
g as the two simultaneously raped and sodomized her.  Catherine gasped an=
d panted for air, the wind knocked out of her by the powerful thrusts, an=
d tossed her hair, her back arched, as the two pushed deeper into her.  S=
he didn't know which one grabbed her breasts first, but they both began r=
ubbing her body as they had her.  The one in front cupped his hands aroun=
d her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically, while the one behind her brus=
hed his fingertips over her nipples and tugged them in and out.
	As they took her, the one behind her began kissing Catherine's neck, whi=
le the one in front leaned his body forward and took her right nipple int=
o his mouth.  She groaned, her eyes closed tightly and whole body convuls=
ing in sweat, as the two slowly molested her with their lips.  She rolled=
 her head sideways as the boy behind her began sucking her neck, and she =
faintly wondered how she would explain the "hickey" to her husband later.=
  The other boy's tongue slid easily over her firm nipple, and she moaned=
 as she felt his lips drawing over the pink tip.  The boy in front slid i=
n and out of her slippery cunt slowly, almost teasingly, as the other hel=
d her hips back against him, his shaft thrust up firmly between her butto=
cks.  They began to go faster again, eliciting high gasps and moans from =
the woman held between them, and she climaxed as both of them suddenly fi=
lled her with their come, her hips shaking as she felt them.

3:04pm
	Catherine, exhausted from the ordeal, staggered into her seventh period =
class.  She had only had time to throw on her clothes before the class be=
gan, and she knew her clothes still looked wrinkled from lying heaped on =
the floor for so many hours.  She straightened her hair back, then tried =
to call roll.  She said a few names, then gulped as she saw the two sitti=
ng in the back of the glass, flashing secretive, knowing smiles at her.  =
They had disappeared from the office, leaving her barely awake, and she'd=
 hoped and prayed they'd simply left for the day after that.  She tried t=
o look calm as she read their names, then rushed to complete the roll.  S=
he could feel her body responding instinctively to the site of the two, h=
er thighs dampening beneath her skirt, and quickly told the class to stud=
y for a few moments.  She left the room quickly and ducked into the ladie=
s' bathroom.  Quickly lifting her skirt, she pushed her left hand into th=
e waistband of her crumpled panties and began rubbing herself quickly.  S=
he moaned, her fingers rubbing fervently, as the experience rushed into h=
er consciousness again, and she could imagine the two's mocking faces as =
she succumbed even to the memory of their encounter.
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