The Principal's Office
by S.K. Mason


FOREWORD 

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." 


THE END
