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Object of Affection

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CHAPTER 4
She sat at her desk in the classroom, still trying to control her
trembling. During the whole of the lunch period her nerves had been
at breaking point as she had kept glancing surreptitiously at the
Principal. He must have got that email by now, she had kept telling
herself - he must have! What the hell must he be thinking? But the
Principal had just sat in the staff room, seemingly oblivious,
smiling and chatting with the rest of the staff and hardly noticing
her at all.
She glanced fearfully at the door of the classroom. HE still hadn't
come. During each of the morning classes she had forced herself to
look calmly around the room, and each time Albie hadn't been there.
She shifted awkwardly in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable
position for her aching buttocks, and gripped the edge of the desk.
She was going to tell him, and that was all there was to it. She was
going to tell him that...
Then suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure standing
in the doorway. "A...Mr. May!" she gasped. "How long have you
been...?"
His smile was mocking. "Still having trouble sitting down, Suzie?" He
moved towards her and laid his bag down carelessly on her desk. "I
thought you might like to see some of the pics from last night. Some
of them are real hot."
She took a deep breath. "Get that bag off my desk, Mr. May," she said
tightly. "I don't want to see any of your disgusting pictures."
He raised one eyebrow. "Maybe I oughta show them to your husband
instead? If you're not interested. Or maybe to the Principal."
Her trembling increased. Then the prepared words came tumbling
out. "Albert, I... I'm not going with you again. I've made up my
mind. I'd rather let those old photos come out than continue to be
your..." She stopped, and shuddered. "...Your personal plaything.
I... I've decided to tell the Principal everything this afternoon,
and I'm phoning my husband tonight to tell him the whole sordid story
as well."
He had been rummaging in his bag as she spoke. "There you go," he
said suddenly, thrusting a large colored sheet in her direction. "You
quite sure you want your husband and your boss to see this one?" The
image was of her lying naked on the bed, legs apart, with her fingers
holding her labia wide open. And she was smiling. "Or how about this
one?" She was masturbating, fingers buried deep in her vagina, with
her head thrown back and her eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. "Or
this one?" She was dragging one breast up towards her mouth, tongue
stretched out, licking her nipple and looking sensually at the camera.
"I'm sorry the quality isn't so good," he was saying as she stared,
trembling, at the lurid images. "I've been meaning to get my Dad to
buy me a new color printer. But when the pics come through as email
attachments they look just great on the screen."
She just looked at him. "You... you disgusting vindictive little
bastard," she said at last. She could feel her trembling getting
worse, but she straightened up and forced herself to keep looking him
in the eye. "I... I still don't care," she went on shakily. "Do what
you like. I'll be telling my husband and the Principal to ignore any
other filthy pictures you might send them, because they were all
obtained under duress."
"And I guess you're gonna report me to the cops?" His young face was
grim.
"Yes!" she said defiantly. "As far as I'm concerned, perverted little
creeps like you should be locked up and then they should throw away
the key. Now take your filth off my desk and get out!"
He sighed. "God, Suzie," he said wearily, "you sure know how to make
it hard on yourself. I guess I'm gonna have to show you these after
all." He pulled a second envelope out of his bag and shook out the
contents onto her desk.
"I told you," she almost shouted, thrusting the sheets of paper
angrily back towards him, "I don't want to see any more of your
filthy..." Then her eye caught the top sheet and she froze. "Oh my
God," she whispered, appalled. She picked up the sheet with trembling
hands. "Oh God," she said again. "How...?"
"The camera was still running, Suzie. One shot every five seconds. By
the time you left last night, the whole damn hard drive was nearly
full." He stopped and smiled. "I sure had a great time this morning
going through them." Then he started shuffling through the pages
under her horrified gaze. "We were kinda outside the frame until you
got me down on the bed, but after that, no problem. Look - here you
are sucking my dick, and here you are climbing on top of me, and here
you are pushing my dick up inside your cunt, and here you are..."
"No!" she screamed, clutching despairingly at her face with both
hands. "Oh my God - NOOOOOOO!"
He leaned down towards her. "How about that, Suzie? Statutory rape -
on tape. You like it?" He brought his face down even closer to
hers. "Now - you wanna call the cops? Or will I?"
* * * * *
It was almost five p.m. He was coming back to meet her at five p.m. -
he had told her that. She sat staring blankly at the classroom wall,
her work lying forgotten in front of her. What am I going to do? she
thought despairingly, for about the thousandth time that afternoon.
Oh God - what am I going to DO? And for the thousandth time the same
answer came back: Nothing. You can't do anything. He can do whatever
he wants, and you'll just have to let him. Unless you're prepared to
say goodbye to your reputation and your marriage and your career.
"Perverted little creep, huh?" The words broke the silence so
suddenly that she jumped. She whirled around to stare at his figure
in the doorway.
Then the fear hit her, with full force. She sat staring at him,
feeling sick to her stomach as she realized what she had called
him. "Mr. May, I... I didn't mean..."
"Like hell you didn't," he said evenly. "Stand up and take your
clothes off. I'll show you what perverted little creeps do to sassy
big-mouth teachers like you."
She looked at him in horror. "Mr. May, I can't do that here! If
someone comes and catches us..."
His voice rose. "Just do it, Suzie. I'm the one giving the orders
round here and I said..."
He was interrupted by the distant clatter of mop and bucket further
up the hall. "For God's sake, Mr. May," she implored him, quickly
lowering her voice, "that's the janitor. I can't..."
"Well just pick up your junk and come on, then," he said
impatiently. "Maybe I'll fuck you in the car on the way home." And he
strode quickly out the door.
She was shaking as she scooped up her things as quickly as she could
and clattered down the stairs after him, not wanting to anger him any
further. She was breathless by the time she had caught up with
him. "A...Mr. May," she panted pleadingly, "please slow down. I... I
have to talk with you."
He stopped, and then looked at her suspiciously. "Is this some new
kind of no?"
"No!" she said hastily. "I'll come with you, Mr. May. And..." She
closed her eyes in pain. "...I'll do everything you want."
"So what's the problem?"
Oh God, she thought, trembling, how can I get through to him? "Mr.
May," she began hesitantly, "yesterday you said..." She took a deep
breath and pressed on. "...You said you wanted me to be nice to you."
She paused, feeling her trembling getting worse. Please God, she
thought desperately, let him listen! "I... Oh Mr. May, how can you
expect me to be nice to you when you... when you treat me the way you
did last night? When you beat me and hurt me and do all those
terrible things to me? Even if I want to be nice to you, how can I
when you..."
"Nice to me?" he echoed, staring at her incredulously. "Nice to me?
You call it being nice to me when you won't do a single damn thing I
want unless I paddle your ass or threaten to send pictures? That's
being nice to me?"
Oh God, she thought in despair, he's got it all backwards! "But you
didn't give me time!" she protested. "You didn't give me time to...
to adjust! Before I knew where I was you were threatening me and
beating me and... and... Oh God!" And suddenly her tears were flowing
again. "P...please, Mr. May," she sobbed. "Please let's just start
over. I know I've got to go with you whether I like it or not, but
please let's not have all the hurting and humiliation all the time.
I'll do whatever you want, but please..."
He turned abruptly and walked into a nearby classroom. "Come here,"
he said.
She followed him in obediently and he closed the door behind
them. "Put your junk there." He pointed to one of the desks.
She fumbled the handbag and papers out of her hands and stood in
front of him, still trembling.
"Now," he said, "I'm your husband, see? And I just got home from a
long business trip. So why don't you show me just how nice you're
gonna be?"
"Mr. May..." Her eyes darted desperately to the open window. "Please -
someone might see us..."
"The janitor's upstairs," he said. He turned towards the door. "It's
like I thought - it's just another kind of fucking no. So we'll go
back to the apartment and I'll paddle you and then you'll fuck me
plenty, whether you like it or not."
"No!" She grabbed frantically at his arm with both hands. "Please,
Mr. May, for God's sake!" Her fingers tightened around his arm and
she closed her eyes briefly. Oh Rob, forgive me, she thought
despairingly, and took a deep breath. Then she pressed her trembling
body up against the teenager. "Oh... oh darling, I've missed you,"
she faltered. Forgive me, Rob! She started rubbing her crotch up
against his, slowly and deliberately, feeling his swelling penis
against her pubis. "I've missed you so much."
"Hey..." he breathed, "this is more like it." He wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her in close as she squirmed slowly against
him. "Yeah..." he groaned, running his hands down the back of her
skirt and grabbing at her still-tender buttocks.
She flinched as his fingers sank painfully into her sore flesh
through the clothing. I've got to please him, she thought
desperately. I couldn't stand to be beaten again. She reached up and
put a hand each side of his face, then closed her lips on his and
began to probe at his mouth with her tongue. "Mmmmm!" he moaned into
her mouth as she spread her legs and began rubbing her crotch slowly
up and down over the growing bulge in the front of his
jeans. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned again.
She was shocked by the sudden wantonness of her own behavior. How can
I be doing this? she thought despairingly, as his mouth slobbered
against hers. How can I be turning myself into a whore for this
little monster? But as his hands pulled her crotch even harder
against his own, the pain in her buttocks told her why. She squeezed
her eyes shut and concentrated grimly on rubbing her groin against
his.
He was breathing harder now, kneading and squeezing and digging his
fingers deep into her sore buttocks, making her grunt with pain into
his mouth. "Umumumumumum!" he moaned, scrabbling urgently to pull the
back of her skirt up off her buttocks. His fingers found the
waistband of her panties and wrenched them down. Then his hands were
all over her, on her bare buttocks, between her thighs from behind,
around her hips, reaching between their bodies to grope for her
crotch.
Suddenly he tore his mouth away from hers and grabbed at her
shoulders, pressing her down towards the floor. "Oh fuck," he
panted, "I just gotta have you right now! Get down on your back - and
hurry!"
He fumbled frantically at his belt buckle and then wrenched his
clothing down his thighs. "Pull that fucking skirt up," he panted as
his erection bobbed free in front of him, "and spread your legs!"
Then he launched himself onto her.
"Oh Godddddd," he howled as his penis forced its way into her
vagina, "I've been waiting for this all fucking dayyyyyy!"
Immediately he began pounding himself into her as hard as he could,
slamming her buttocks and back down painfully against the hard floor
over and over again. "Oh God! Oh yeah... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh
fuck... fuck... fuck!... fuck!... fuck!... Ohhhhhhhhh
fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk!!" And she felt his ejaculation begin
spurting out deep inside her body.
She lay under him, inert and bruised and staring hopelessly up at the
ceiling, as his hoarse gasping and panting began to slow. A single
tear spilt out of one eye and ran slowly down the side of her face.
Oh God, she thought emptily, as she felt his warm semen starting to
trickle out of her sore vulva, is this my life from now on? Just a
succession of one-minute rapes, one after the other? She turned her
face away from him and closed her eyes in despair.
His hand crept over her body and wearily squeezed one of her breasts
through her clothing. "I'm gonna fuck you in every classroom," he
said dreamily. "A different one every afternoon. On some days maybe
even two." His hand tightened on her breast. "And after we've
finished all the classrooms, I'm gonna take you into the boys'
washroom and fuck you in every cubicle." He let out a long, slow
sigh. "And then wherever I go in this damn school I can tell
myself, `That's the spot where I fucked Suzie.' "
His fingers started slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse. "I'm
gonna fuck you in the storeroom," he went on. "And in the gym - once
on each of those damned workout machines. And maybe one afternoon the
Principal might even leave his office unlocked, and then I'll take
you in there and..."

The whine of a vacuum cleaner began abruptly, somewhere outside the
door. "Oh God," she gasped, grabbing urgently at his arms, "that's
the janitor again! He must have finished upstairs and come down here
while we were... while we were... Oh God!"
He didn't move. "What's the problem, Suzie? There aren't any windows
on that side. He can't see us." He started unbuttoning her blouse
again. "Why don't you just keep your mouth shut and your legs open
and..."
"But the door," she whispered desperately. "You didn't lock the door!
And even if you did, he's sure to have a set of keys!" She began
struggling frantically to get out from under him. "For God's sake,
Mr. May, we've got to get out of here. We can't let him find us like
this!"
He allowed her to roll him aside, then lay on the floor looking up at
her with amusement as she scrambled to her feet and bent down
hurriedly to pull up her panties. "Suzie," he said suddenly.
"Yes, Mr. May?" she said urgently, raising her voice slightly above
the noise of the vacuum cleaner and looking fearfully at the closed
door. She hastily smoothed down her rumpled skirt and moved quickly
to pick up her belongings. "For God's sake, what is it? We've got to
leave! And please keep your voice down, before he hears us!"
"Which way are you gonna go, Suzie?" His smile grew broader. "You're
not gonna go out that door, are you, with your hair all mussed and
your blouse hanging open and me right behind you? What's the janitor
gonna think?"
"Oh God!" she said frantically, dumping her things hastily back down
on the desk and fumbling wildly at the buttons on her blouse. Then
she stopped, breathing rapidly and staring at the door, panic
stricken. "Oh God - what am I going to do? He could come in any
minute! What am I going to do?"
He was almost laughing at her now. "Why don't you climb out the
window, Suzie? He wouldn't see you if you climbed out the window."
With a choking sob she scooped up her belongings and hugged them to
her chest, and then ran to the window. She was just throwing one leg
over the sill when his voice stopped her. "Suzie," he said again.
"For God's sake, Mr. May," she hissed desperately as she balanced
unsteadily on the sill, "would you please stop playing games and just
let me get out of here. He's vacuuming right outside the damned door!"
"Well, you can leave if you like," he went on, "but I want your
panties again. You wanna give them to me in here or out there?"
She just looked at him, still breathing rapidly and trembling in her
fear and haste. You little bastard, she thought desperately. Oh, you
horrible twisted little bastard! She hurled her things out of the
window, not caring what happened to them, then threw herself back
into the room and groped frantically up under her skirt to pull down
her panties. "There you are, damn you!" she gasped, throwing them at
him where he lay on the floor. "Now for God's sake let's just get
away from here!"
He was on his feet even before she was back across the window sill.
He shoved her panties in his pocket, zipped up his jeans and climbed
out through the other window while she was still struggling to get
down. "Your skirt's riding up, Suzie," he said mockingly. "Any minute
now you're gonna be flashing that stripy ass of yours to the world."
"Oh God!" She grabbed frantically at the back of her skirt with one
hand, lost her grip on the sill and fell heavily to the ground. She
lay for a moment stunned, then struggled up onto her knees and, still
glancing fearfully at the windows above them, snatched up her
scattered belongings and staggered to her feet. Then she ran.
He was beside her as she reached her car, gasping and panting in her
haste. "Hell," he said as she fumbled urgently with her keys in the
doorlock, "you sure are in a hurry to get to my apartment, Suzie. You
need another fuck that bad?"
Her haste evaporated. She sagged against the car and closed her
eyes. "Oh God," she whispered. Then, with her lower lip trembling,
she slowly opened the door and collapsed dispiritedly into the
driver's seat. "Oh God," she said again, clutching her crumpled
papers down onto her lap as the tears came.
He took the keys out of her nerveless fingers and let himself in on
the passenger side. Then he reached across and began pulling her
skirt up over her thighs. "Lemme see your cunt," he said. "Lemme see
my cum running out of it."
She was still crying as he lifted the papers off her lap and threw
them onto the back seat. She made no move to stop him as he hoisted
her skirt up and peered at her wet crotch. "Yeah," he said
contentedly. "Love it!" He tucked the skirt into her waistband,
leaving her pubis completely exposed, and thrust the keys into her
hand. "Why don't you drive me home just like that?"
She looked at him imploringly through the haze of tears. Her naked
thighs were trembling as she pressed them together. "Mr. May, you
can't keep making me do things like this out in public - you just
can't. For God's sake, it's only a matter of time before we get
caught!"
"Why should I give a damn?" His tone was indifferent. "You'll be the
one going to jail, Suzie, not me."
"You can't fuck me if I'm in jail!" she said desperately, throwing
the deliberate obscenity at his face. "What's the use of condemning
me to that?" She looked away from him, blinking back the tears, and
shakily started the car. The urge to pull down her skirt and cover
her nakedness was overwhelming.
He sat silent beside her as they drove off. Then, without comment, he
pulled the skirt out of her waistband and spread it back down over
her lap.
She let out a quick sigh of relief. Is he human after all? she
thought, hardly daring to hope. "Thank you, Mr. May," she said
shakily.
He grunted but didn't reply. Emboldened, she kept talking, the words
spilling out as she drove. "Mr. May, I... I will be nice to you, I
promise I will. I'll give you good sex. I'll show you things that an
older woman can show a... a younger man. If I do all that, you won't
have to hurt me any more, will you?"
He still didn't reply. She tried again. "Mr. May..."
"Listen, Suzie," he broke in angrily, "there's one thing for sure
about what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna freak out if you don't quit
whining. Now just shut up and drive."
She shut her mouth hastily. Her hands were trembling as she gripped
the wheel, trying to concentrate on her driving. Don't upset him, she
kept telling herself. For God's sake don't upset him!
It seemed all too soon when they reached his apartment block. The
nightmarish quality of the previous night's experience began to crowd
back in on her as they traveled up in the same elevator and stopped
outside the same apartment. She could feel her trembling getting
worse as she waited for him to unlock the door. This time he didn't
offer her any ironical welcome but just walked in without comment,
leaving her to follow him.
She leaned against the wall inside the apartment with her eyes
closed, breathing deeply and trying to control her trembling, as he
locked the door behind them. Then she gradually became aware of an
expectant silence and she cautiously opened her eyes again.
He was standing in front of her, arms folded. "OK, Suzie," he said
deliberately, "now it's time for all that nice you promised me."
She took a deep breath and pushed herself away from the wall, forcing
her legs to carry her towards him. If you're going to do it anyway,
then just do it, she told herself desperately. He's going to get what
he wants whatever you do, so why not just make him happy and avoid
all the pain? She stopped in front of him and slowly unzipped her
skirt and stepped out of it, then pressed herself up against him,
nude from the hips down under her blouse. "I'll be good to you, Mr.
May, I promise," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around him and
slowly backed him against the wall, rubbing her naked crotch up and
down against the front of his jeans. "I'll give you all the sex you
want," she breathed. "And then some."
"Oh shit," he moaned, grabbing at her buttocks and pulling her even
more tightly in against his groin. "Oh you sexy, sexy bitch. It's
only half an hour since our last fuck and you're getting me hard
again already." He ran one hand up under her blouse, groping for her
bra. "I'm gonna tear all your fucking clothes off," he panted, "and
fuck you all damn night."
"That's just fine, Mr. May," she whispered, squirming slowly against
him. "That's what I'm here for." Oh God, she thought desperately, is
it really me doing this?
"Hiya, Albie." The boyish voice came from behind her, shocking her
out of her relentless seduction. "Is this her?"
She whirled around, horrified, to stare in the direction of the
voice. A young fresh-faced blond boy was standing smiling in the
doorway of Albie's bedroom. "My God!" she shrieked, cowering down
onto the floor and frantically trying to cover her nakedness. "What's
HE doing here?"
"This is my buddy, Joey," said Albie evenly. "He heard what a good
fuck you were, Suzie, and he's here to find out for himself."
The whole room seemed to lurch in front of her. "My God!" she
screamed, aghast. "He can't be more than twelve!"
"He just turned fourteen, Suzie. But don't worry, he's not a virgin -
not like I was before last night." He was smirking down at her
now. "He's been fucking girls for years. Haven't you, Joey?"
"Yeah," said Joey. "Ever since the girl next door turned eleven." He
looked at her and his young smile broadened. "But I've never fucked a
schoolteacher before."
She felt the panic and the horror growing inside her. "Nooooooo!" she
screamed. "Oh my God - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Immediately Albie's face darkened. "That does it, Suzie," he said
harshly, striding across towards his bedroom. "That's just one
fucking no too many!" He shouldered the astonished Joey aside and
headed for his computer.
With a despairing shriek she leapt to her feet, her semi-nakedness
forgotten, and rushed towards Albie's room. Joey was just regaining
his balance when he was shouldered wildly aside for a second
time. "Oh God, Mr. May," she howled, throwing herself desperately to
her knees on the floor beside his chair. "Please, please, please, Mr.
May - oh God, please!" Her fingers were plucking frantically at the
front of his jeans, wrestling with the stiff denim as she fought
desperately to wrench open his zipper. She felt one of her
fingernails break but she didn't care. "Oh God, Mr. May, please for
God's sake don't send those messages - please, please, please!" His
penis was out between her shaking fingers now as she frantically
thrust her face into his groin. "Oh God, I'm begging you, Mr. May..."
<suck, slurp, suck, slurp, slurp> "...I'll do anything, Mr. May - oh
God, PLEASE!..." <lick, slurp, slobber, suck, suck,
slurp> "...Please, Mr. May - for God's sake, PLEEEEEEEEEASE!!"
But his hands weren't in her hair. She could tell from his movements
above her that he was still busy with the keyboard and the mouse, and
her desperation grew. She began frantically masturbating his swelling
organ with one hand while she kept licking and sucking as hard as she
could on the tip. <Lick, suck, suck, lick> "Pluh... pluh...
please!..." <suck, lick, lick, suck> "Mr. May - pluh... pluh...
pluh... pleeeeeeeese!"
He gave a sudden groan and stiffened under her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh -
shit!" he moaned. "Oh God - uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She felt his semen begin to flood into her mouth. Swallow it! she
told herself desperately, sucking and swallowing for all she was
worth. Please him - swallow the whole damn lot. For God's sake,
please him!
He sagged back in the chair. His hands were in her hair at
last. "Ohhhhh fuck!..." he sighed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!"
She felt the cum trickling out of the corner of her mouth as she
lifted her face from his lap. "You didn't... you didn't send any, did
you, Mr. May?" she whimpered. "Please - for God's sake."
He was still breathing heavily. "You think I'm just gonna threaten
all the time and never do it? Of course I sent a fucking message. And
the next time you say no I'll send two."
"Oh noooooooooooooooo!" Her voice rose in a despairing wail. "Oh my
God!" She put her face in her hands and sat rocking on the floor. "Oh
God, oh God, oh God, oh God..."
"Which pic did you send, Albie?" Joey's young voice penetrated her
hopelessness and despair, right above her head. "One of the real hot
ones?"
She heard the click of the mouse and raised her tear-streaked face
slowly and unwillingly up out of her hands. The second picture was on
the screen, with her hands clasping her bare shoulders. "That one,"
said Albie simply. "And it says, `Do you know this woman?' "
It was only that one! she thought, with an incredible sense of
relief. He still hasn't send any of the others. Maybe I can still
explain that one away. Oh, thank God!
"Hell, Albie," said Joey disgustedly, "that's not hot. What's all the
damn fuss about?"
"Hey, man, it's not that one, it's the ones that come next. And she
knows which ones are gonna come next - don't you, Suzie?"
She gave a hopeless little sob. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered
brokenly.
"So she's gonna do everything she's told. Aren't you, Suzie?"
"Yes, Mr. May." Oh God.
"Honest?" Joey's tone was incredulous. "Anything she's told? How
about if I tell her to do stuff?"
"Listen, Joey, if I tell her to do what you say, she'll do what you
say. Won't you, Suzie?"
"Yes, Mr. May." She was crying openly now.
"Man, this just can't be true." Joey stepped back and shook his head
in disbelief. "OK, Albie, let's see how much crap you're throwing at
me." He looked down at her and raised his voice. "Suzie, stand up and
take off the rest of your clothes. I wanna see what a schoolteacher's
tits look like."
She looked imploringly up at Albie through her tears. "Please..." she
whispered.
"Suzie," he said resignedly, "you're not gonna say no again, are you?
Please tell me you're not that fucking dumb."
"Oh God," she said despairingly, and staggered to her feet. Her tears
were falling onto the front of her blouse as she struggled with the
buttons. Finally she stood trembling, completely naked, with both
blouse and bra removed, and her head bowed and the tears falling
faster than ever. Whatever is to become of me? she thought in
absolute despair. A sex toy for two young teenage boys. Oh God!
"Hey - not bad," said Joey admiringly. "A little bit hairy-cunted,
but not bad. How old did you say she was?"
"Lemme see." Albie frowned as he concentrated. "She must've been
about eighteen when she posed for those pinups, and that was ten
years ago. So I guess she must be about twenty eight now." He looked
up at her. "That about right, Suzie?"
She stood trembling, in naked misery. "Yes, Mr. May," she
whispered. "I'm twenty eight."
"How come she calls you Mr. May all the time?" Joey sounded intrigued.
"Cause I told her to. I only like good buddies like you to call me
Albie, pal."
Joey grunted, then pulled up the spare chair and sat down beside the
bed. "Well, she sure looks damn good for an old woman." He beckoned
to her. "C'mere, Suzie. Lemme find out what an old woman's hairy cunt
feels like."
She felt her face burning with fresh shame as she moved slowly and
unwillingly towards him. He pointed to a spot against the wall in
front of him. "Stand there," he commanded. She obeyed, still
trembling. "Now spread your legs."
He looked across at the other boy as he slid a finger up inside
her. "I gotta hand it to you, Albie - she sure is house trained. How
long'd it take you to get her like this?" His finger probed up into
her vagina for a moment, making her gasp, and then he started slowly
fondling her clitoris.
"A coupla hours." Albie sounded smug. "Course I had to paddle her ass
a few times."
"You what?" Joey burst out incredulously. "You paddled your own
schoolteacher's ass? Hey, come on, man, you're putting me on!"
"Check it out, kid. Turn her around and look for yourself."
"This I gotta see," said Joey delightedly. Keeping one finger buried
in her vagina, he slowly turned her around with his other hand to
peer at her trembling buttocks. "God!" he said, astonished. "Red
stripes! Hell, I couldn't see them before she took her blouse off.
Wow - you must've really paddled her!" He ran his hand over the
stripes, making her grunt with discomfort and shame. "What'd you use,
man - a horsewhip?"
"Nah - just a plastic ruler. But I hit her as hard as I fucking
could, until my arm damn near fell off." Albie smiled thinly. "She
didn't give me a lot of trouble after that."
"God!" Joey shook his head again. "When I think about the way I was
giving you a hard time `cause you'd never fucked a girl. And now you
go and do all this stuff!" He pulled her around to face front again
and continued his manipulation. "Is it easy to make her come?"
"Nah. I tried rubbing her clit but she just yelled at me. So then I
just fucked her."
"Ah!" Joey sounded relieved. "So I got some stuff to show you after
all, buddy." His finger started to move faster on her
clitoris. "Y'see..." <rub, rub, rub> "...it's a hellava lot more fun
to fuck a wet cunt than a dry one..." <stroke, stroke,
stroke> "...'cause your dick just slides straight in, smooth as
silk.... <rub, stroke, rub> "...And if you can make her come, it
REALLY lubes her up..." <stroke, stroke, rub, rub, rub>...
Her breathing was coming faster now. Oh God, she thought desperately
as her knees started to shake, he's almost as good as Eddie! I can
feel it starting to happen! Oh God, I can't have an orgasm in front
of these two little monsters - I just CAN'T!
Joey leaned forward, immersed in his task. "She's getting there,
buddy," he breathed. He looked across at the other boy. "See, Albie?
She's starting to go all red and blotchy."
She was trembling all over now, her body pressed back hard against
the wall, her head thrashing from side to side. "No!" she gasped, as
her knees began to buckle. "I don't want...! No!... Oh God!
Aaaaahhhhh... Aaaaahhhh... AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!..." And then suddenly her
shaking thighs jammed together hard around his hand and she bent
double, clamping her fingers frantically around his wrist. "Oh God -
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Joey leaned forward, keeping his finger inside her as she sagged to
the floor at his feet. He waited until her panting and gasping began
to die away and then started talking again. "And the thing is, buddy,
girls aren't like guys. I mean, sometimes it takes us half an hour or
an hour before we can get it up again, but girls can just keep doing
it and doing it all night if you make them." His finger started
moving inside her once more. "Come on, Suzie, stand up again. We're
gonna show Albie what I mean."
She looked despairingly up at him, her breathing still fast and
shallow, and her whole body trembling. "Oh God - not again! Please,
for God's sake, not again - please!"
"Suzie..." Albie's voice came warningly across to her. "You're not
gonna say no, are you?"
"Oh GOD!" Her sob was one of utter despair. She struggled waveringly
to her feet and stood swaying in front of the younger boy. "Oh God!"
she said again.
Joey's young finger slid right up inside her vagina. "Yeah," he said
with satisfaction, "she's real wet now. Real wet and slippy."
"So why not fuck her now?" Albie asked. "God - I'm almost getting
hard again myself, watching all this stuff."
"No hurry, no hurry," Joey answered casually. "Let's see how many
times I can make her come before I stick my dick in." He leaned
forward again. "Now right up about here..." His finger probed
deeper. "...Is her G-spot. It's all kinda soft and spongy. And when
you start working on that..."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..." she gasped.
"...It really gets them going." His finger started to move faster as
he looked up at her. "Doesn't it, Suzie?"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh God! Pleeeeeeeeease!..."
Joey smiled. "You begging for it, Suzie?" His finger moved even
faster. "Happy to oblige."
She lost count of how many times he brought her to orgasm. The whole
thing merged into a nightmare cycle of unwilling arousal and
humiliation and gasping abandon, as she slumped to the floor again
and again. And in the midst of her torment she gradually became aware
that Joey was talking to Albie almost as if she wasn't even there.
"...So you send an email to a whole bunch of guys in the company,
with some kind of goofy attachment? - Get up on your feet again,
Suzie..."
"...Back Orifice? Honest, is that what it's called? You mean like in
asshole? - Come on, Suzie, get those knees apart - And then this Back
Orifice program takes over the sucker's PC, right?..."
"...And then you get into their network and bust into her old man's
mailbox, and work out when he's gonna be away from home, right? -
Come on, Suzie, stay on your feet. You're not there yet..."
It took some time for her exhausted brain to register that it had
finally stopped. She lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and
trembling and completely spent and drained. Joey's voice seemed to be
coming from a million miles above her. "Well, that's it, buddy - I
don't think she's got another come left in her. Hey, get over here
and look at all the cum juice running down her legs. There must be
gallons of the stuff!"
"You gonna fuck her now?" It was Albie's voice.
"Yeah, but I'll have to do it on the floor. There's no way she's
gonna be able to get up on the bed. Not after all that."
The sound of clothing moving over skin gradually penetrated her
exhaustion, and then she felt a slim naked body climbing on top of
her. "Come on, Teach," said Joey's voice, as his sharp knees forced
her thighs open, "get those legs apart. I'm coming in."
His stiff young penis slid right inside her sopping wet vagina
without any effort at all, and she shivered under him. "Oh God, yes,"
moaned Joey. "Smooth as fucking silk. So this is what a
schoolteacher's slippy cunt feels like. Oh God!" And then he settled
down to a steady thrusting on top of her.
"How's it feel, Joey?" It was Albie's voice again. "Compared with the
little girls you've been fucking?"
"Ohhhh!..." gasped Joey, as his movements started speeding
up. "She's... ohhhhh! ...not as tight as a twelve-year-old, but she's
so goddamn SLIPPY!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...I could never get...
ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...those other girls as slippy as this, because...
ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ...they wouldn't let me make them come...
ohhhhhhhhhhhh!! ...more than two or three times..." Then his
breathing got even faster. "Oh my God! I'm COMING!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk!!..."
He sagged down onto her and buried his hot cheeks between her bare
breasts as his ejaculation finally finished pulsing out inside
her. "Oh God," he said wearily, "what a fuck... Oh God...!"

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