Nothing had worked. Linda had denied up and down that she had been on the football field, but Pam had pointed out that her shoes were wet and looked like they had some fresh grass stains on them. Linda had asked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?" Pam said she wasn't a pervert, just someone who got off on watching other people. "And there's nothing wrong with that," she had said.
Linda had tried to ignore her, but then she burst out crying about getting raped. Pam and Gary were visibly taken aback and began to apologize profusely. "It's just a little game, at least that's what I thought," Pam had said. "They just go up and grab someone's nipples, one to each side at the same time. That's really horrible what they did if you're not making it up, Mrs. White."
And now she was getting a ride home in Gary's van, which was heavily carpeted in the back where she sat. She just couldn't see the point in walking home at this juncture for half an hour when she could be there in five minutes. And she was sure that Pam had not actually instructed Barry and Stuart to rape her. She was falling asleep from almost the moment she sat down in the van.
She thanked them both and they thanked her for being forgiving and letting them give her a ride home. "Let's let all this be water under the bridge, OK?" Pam had asked. "I think you're a classy kind of person, and I'm really sorry that what I did made you feel bad."
She had excused Pam and meant it too. It hadn't been her fault. And she was drifting off to sleep when Gary stopped the van abruptly in front of her house. "My God!" he'd exclaimed. "I don't believe it!"
She looked at the house and didn't have it make any particular impression on her one way or another. "What's going on, Gary?" she asked.
"My God," he exclaimed again. "Don't you realize who that silver Cadillac belongs to?"
"No," she replied.
"Whoa," said Pam. "I can't believe this. That's Jack O'Neill's car, that letch. He's always trying to feel me up. It really turns my stomach."
"Yeah, well, what in hell is he doing at your house at almost three in the morning, Mrs. White? Not that it's any of my business of course…" said Gary, then he stopped as he saw the look of horror on Linda's face.
Now she giggled just a bit, sort of what one might hear from someone in an insane asylum who'd just bitten the head off a frog. It was a self-mocking laugh, full of bitterness. She smiled as sweetly as she could and then got out of the van. She said to Gary in a very calm voice, "Just wait here a second, Gary. This won't take long."
And it didn't. What she found really came as no surprise, at least down in her heart of hearts. She stopped about 10 feet in front of the living room window and knew immediately what those barely lit shapes were.
As best as she could make out, Rosemary was on the bottom, writhing about like a snake in heat. Her legs were split out so far that they almost formed a straight line, the better to receive the absolute maximum from Steve, who was pumping madly into her like a mechanical bucking bronco, slamming his steely cock meat into her brutally and eliciting a howl of pure pleasure from Rosemary each time. Even though she only looked a few seconds, Linda was amazed, just from an observer's standpoint, at how much noise Rosemary could make while giving Jack O'Neill's throbbing thickness a thorough licking and sucking, like a hungry babe trying to eat a drippy ice cone.
"Fuck me, baby!!!" Rosemary ordered Steve. "Fuck me until the blood runs out my ears. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. Prove to me that you're a man!" And now she began moaning in a high-pitched whine that sounded very much like a cat ready to scratch out someone's eyeballs.
Steve's eyes were clenched tightly shut and his whole body was lathered in heat from the exertion as he pumped as if to drive Rosemary's sopping, crying cunt all the way through her body and up into her throat. And Jack O'Neill kept a look of serenity on his face as if he had been in this situation countless times, as if this were his natural state, rather than being in a coat and tie in the principal's office at Marley High School. He barely moved even though his wife was moving her mouth all over his hunk of steel and gurgling like a person about to die right there.
Linda walked back to the van slowly. Well, what now? Somehow, she just couldn't handle the idea of busting in on the gleesome threesome, especially since all they'd do would be to force her to do something again. She'd had enough of being forced to do things, she knew for sure. What she needed now was a little time to think.
"You OK, baby," asked Pam as Linda got into the van. Linda shock her head slowly, but said nothing. Pam climbed into the back and sat down next to her, then put her arm around her. It was obvious to both the teen-agers what Linda had seen at the living room window.
"You poor thing," Pam said softly, "I'm really sorry," said Gary quickly. "Why don't you come over to my place and we'll have something to eat?"
Linda nodded her head miserably. She felt like her whole world was coming apart. Was she the only one left who wasn't so absolutely sex-crazed that it was the only thing in life that seemed to matter? All she'd really wanted was just to go to sleep and forget everything for awhile and now she'd been denied even that.
"I just want to get some sleep," she told Pam and Gary, as the van moved away from her house.
"Maybe you can just take me to a motel somewhere, if that's not too much trouble. Is that OK?"
"Sure," said Gary. "But you'd be able to get to sleep much faster if you just crash on my couch for awhile. It'll take us a good half hour to get to any motel from hers and you might not even find one open this time of night. You can just crash and I'll take you home whenever you want. It's no hassle for me."
"Oh, that's too much trouble," Linda said, "it's more trouble for me, actually, if you go to a motel. Don't worry – my folks aren't home."
Pam squeezed her gently on the shoulder and said, "Come on, Linda. Well take good care of you. I promise not to do anything weird."
Linda nodded her head and quietly felt asleep in Pam's arms. She awoke as Gary stopped the car and felt oddly relaxed without realizing that her face was being cradled across Pam's melonous breasts. In the instant before she moved her head away, she could feel Pam's nipples, hard as rocks, pressing against her cheeks. Yet she was not grossed out or even alarmed. Pam had been very open to her about being attracted to her sexually, yet she hadn't made any move in that direction since Linda had rebuffed her at the football game.
Gary served them all a beer when they got inside and the uniqueness of the situation made it impossible for her to feel sleepy. Linda and Pam began talking very frankly to each other about how difficult things could be for women, with Pam saying.
"You know, sometimes I wish that my breasts weren't as big as they are. I get hassled so much. And I got raped a few years ago and I just have a funny feeling that it never would have happened if I had just sort of been ordinary looking."
"I feel the same way," Linda told her. It was as if she were finally being honest with someone else for the first time in days and it felt wonderful, as if she didn't have to keep constant track of which lies she had told. "I like to wear stuff that shows off my body just for the hell of it, but I don't because of all the hassle. Like when I go to the beach, I like to wear a string bikini – and mine is really tiny, by the way – and I don't dare do it if I'm not just with my husband but literally hanging on his arm all the time."
"I'm really sorry about your husband and the O'Neill's," Pam said. "If there's anything I can do to help you out, just let me know."
Gary left the room, saying that he had to go to the bathroom.
Both women were silent for a few seconds. Then Linda decided – she wanted to get back. She wanted revenge. She'd submitted to everyone else's whims for the last couple of days and she had been wondering in the back of her mind if Pam was as truly turned on and horny about her as she'd claimed to be.
Well, there was one way to find out for sure. Linda's face flushed a bright crimson as she started to get up out of her chair and head across the room toward Pam. She was scared out of her mind – what if she rejects me, what if she and Gary decided to slap me around, what if she was just kidding earlier?
But as she came toward Pam, she could tell by looking in her eyes that her offer of sisterly love would not be refused. Pam's mouth opened slightly and she leaned her whole body forward and stood up to receive Linda. They met in a soft embrace and thrust their tongues deep into each other's mouths.
As she kissed Pam, Linda's eyes roved curiously over Pam's full, well-rounded body. The next few seconds passed in a haze and when Linda regained control of her senses, it was to find her fingers fumbling with the cheerleader's sweater in an attempt to pull it over Pam's head so she could have those marvelous breasts right on her skin.
Pam stepped back and gently pulled the garment away from her shivering shoulders. The bounteous swell of her large milky breasts overflowed the cups of her lacy brassiere, and her waist narrowed to a trim curve above her full well-proportioned hips, still covered by her cheerleader skirt, and slender thighs. Linda gazed admiringly at the well-tanned flesh, with marble-white little patches where Pam had obviously worn her string bikini – even smaller than Linda's, at least in the breasts, where the tan lines had covered her now rock-hard nipples and not much else. And it occurred to Linda that even though she was probably five or six years older than Pam, there really wasn't much difference in how they looked. A quiver of excitement rolled over her body as she realized, with Pam seductively taking off her skirt now, that this was going to be a little bit like making love to a twin.
Pam now was down to a pair of miniscule orange bikini panties, a pair that showed Linda the continuation of the same enticing tan lines. By now, Linda could not feel any will to resist being totally dissipated, except for a little part of her that felt a little guilty over all the pleasure she felt in all this new sensation. Despite this, a searing hot flame was now licking at her bowels. Pinpricks of glorious sensation danced under her now burning skin and she began to undress frantically. Normally fastidious to a fault, Linda was now throwing off her clothes without a care as to where they landed.
In a flash, Pam was right next to her, her little hands exploring the milky orbs that jutted proudly from Linda's breasts like two ripe cantaloupes. If Pam's breasts could be said to be softballs, then Linda's would definitely have to be classified as melons and Pam was fascinated by Linda's set. She was tentatively touching the gleaming skin and fingering the cherry-sized nipples, which sent arcs of electrical sensation coursing through Linda's already tense and shivering frame, almost as if she were ready to explode, like a volcano about to erupt.
And then she did erupt, quite unexpectedly, for the first time in her life. Normally, she would know when the build up to the release from an orgasm would come – and she had had the opportunity to sort of brace herself for it. Now, however, it hit her like a ton of bricks, a sledgehammer driving into her cuntal walls. And she had merely been undressed for a few seconds, with Pam's fingers driving her absolutely wild, like an animal who only knew that physical pleasure would be all that it ever wanted from the world – that and nothing more.
She was standing up and jerking her hips spasmodically as wave after wave of sensation throbbed out from her vibrating cleft. Hot, steaming love juice poured down the insides of her thighs as Pam furiously massaged Linda's breasts, which had expanded to a size beyond what she'd ever felt before, as if her actions were a humble homage to their dramatic succulence. The arousal that had blotted out all else from Linda's brain now and moved her to the kind of satisfaction one feels when one has succeeded at doing something that took a large measure of bravery.
She still felt the peak of excitement roll, on, although her crying cunt had stopped its almost angry clenching. She stared boldly into Pam's face to see what kind of effect her grabbing Pam's breasts in return would have. To her utter delight, she watched Pam's eyes close in ecstasy, as beneath her busy fingers, the soft flesh contracted and hardened into tight little rosebuds at the nipples.
Linda's mind soared with joy at her miraculous power to control another woman's body. She slipped her hands delicately back to the clasp of Pam's brassiere and unhooked it after several tries, her clumsiness brought on by the flaming desire that ate at her guts like a piranha. She had to have this nymphet get as worked up over her as she had gotten about Pam, for she still felt just a little odd about what she was doing. If Pam were to be pushed to the heights of ecstasy that Linda had already reached, it would somehow validate Linda having taken this horrible chance. She knew that she was risking a great deal, actually, since these two kids could have cooked up some elaborate scheme to get her fired from her job and disgrace her.
But she was wrong. Pam's ragged breathing egged Linda on as she hooked her thumbs into the tiny panties and slowly slid them down her smooth trim legs. A heavy sigh heaved from her chest as she now crouched on the floor and wound her arms around Pam's legs, slowly running her soft palms and polished fingernails up the insides of Pam's thighs. Above her, Pam trembled and groaned and finally spoke, "Yeah, you are so hot. Oh, Linda, you turn me on to the max…"
Something in Pam's voice made Linda stop her stroking. An agony of conflicting emotions washed over her as she wondered whether or not she would ever be able to run back, whether she'd ever want to have a man again. Maybe what she wanted now was a man, not a woman!
"Please dear, I'd better stop!" she gasped at Pam. "Maybe I did the wrong thing coming here. I really can't take anymore of this."
Pam answered with a smug grin. She simply moved her soft hands downward until they grazed the soft sparse hairs that framed Linda's sopping pussy. Linda realized that something happened to her tonight, something that snapped all memories and inhibitions. Though her mind counseled her to hold back, she could not calm her body down. Every inch of her flesh was burning with need, screaming for release.
She knew she wasn't a lesbian, but her self-control had just about disappeared. Pam's touch was driving her up the wall. She knew – and knew for a certainty, despite the waves of do's and don'ts that were flying through her mind right now – that she wanted nothing more in the world than to have this virginal looking cheerleader from Marley High School to suck long and deep on her sizzling cleft. Wild-eyed, she allowed herself to be muscled down onto the floor and now stretched her body against the smooth, warm flesh of the younger woman.
She could feel the heat radiating from Pam's ripe, firm frame, thigh against thigh, belly against hip and her full breasts crushed into Pam's ribcage, with each of her nipples jabbing wildly into her soft flesh. Slowly, Pam took Linda's face in her hands and planted a soft kiss on her full lips, so gently that it felt like a butterfly landing there. Linda was suddenly aware of Pam's tongue back in her mouth and started breathing in short gasps, knowing that she could no longer pretend that she wasn't exactly and precisely aware of what she was doing now – the absolute forbidden. The idea of doing so excited her even further. Oh, it was wonderful!! And it would serve Steve right to see her right now. She couldn't help but remember when she had first met Steve and how he used to kiss her this avidly… with the same kind of all-out passion Pam now showed.
Now Pam slipped one of her silky legs over one of Linda's upper thighs and began to rub her soaking pussy and swollen clitoris with her own thigh. Linda felt like someone had just plugged her into the electric chair, so great was the shock, but it was only the first. As Linda was still shuddering from the ecstasy of a totally new thrill, Pam moved her hands to Linda's pulsating breasts, stroking and massaging her to the point that her very soul tingled with delight.
"Oh yeah, baby!" Linda moaned, as Pam's mouth left hers and moved down to her breasts, which felt as if they had a life of their very own. Her delicate touch on the nipples now because fierce as she clamped her fingers in them and pushed them high onto her chest to ease the access for her tongue. And now she sucked on the throbbing nipples like a baby starved as Linda's body broke out into a canvas of goosebumps and she trembled with passion. She closed her eyes and felt only Pam's fingers and tongue, so thrilling and so gentle!!! And now she sucked in her breath, for she sensed Pam moving away from there and to her soft pubic curls. A moment later, she almost passed out from the pleasure of Pam sliding her middle finger into the damp crevice between her now sweaty thighs, but avoided specific contact with the blood-engorged clitoris, despite Linda's efforts to arch her back up as a sort of pleading invitation to provide the release that her whole body now ached for.
"Please baby!" Linda begged. "Do me, do me good. I need it so bad!"
Linda waited expectantly, her burning cuntal walls quivering with anticipation, as Pam slid her fingers into the tangled mass of pubic hair with an agonizing slowness. Linda couldn't take being tempted any longer. She arched up her hips again, this time getting onto her tiptoes and began grinding her throbbing clitoris into Pam's hand, finally reaching the island of relief for which she had been stretching for what had felt like an eternity, as if her whole life had been building up to this single moment. Once again, she was so totally excited so near the top of her maximum level of stipulation, that she easily roared into a shattering orgasm, her slippery pubic vee contracting spasmodically as if to spread the wonderment of pure white-hot sensation throughout every last cell of her inflamed, body.
She came and came again, blasting through to a higher level of complete lust with each moment of truth. She wanted to make it last forever, for she felt as if she was reaching into a place that might leave her so totally exhausted that she'd never be alive again.
But that tiny grain of guilt now stopped her, just as she had stripped away all other senses except for those brought on by the obviously well-learned manipulations of a high school cheerleader. She stopped her frantic thrusting and wondered why in the world she sensed that what she'd just done wasn't enough to exact the proper level of revenge on the O'Neill's and her husband. It had been nice all right – something she definitely wanted to try again – but it hadn't really done the job of making them feel a bit of the humiliation they had brought upon her recently. Let's see, she thought, as Pam relaxed on the floor, and occasionally reached over to Linda and ran her fingertips along her silken skin, usually somewhere near her still wet pussy. I need them to see this, just like I got to see them earlier.
Gary had come walking into the living room in a state of ill-concealed arousal, his steely cock so hard and big that the spongy tip peeked out of his jeans at the top. Linda guessed he had sneaked a peek in at her and Pam, rather than, say, looking at a picture of a naked model in a magazine, judging by just how he quivered now. And Linda became very analytical now and quickly decided that the only way to get revenge would, be for her and Pam to repeat their lesbian love scene – already, she was dripping love juice from between her thighs at the very idea – at her house, since there was no way anyone would come over to Gary's place at this hour of the morning, no matter how convincing the invitation sounded.
So this meant that they would have to go over to Linda's own home. And the only way to get over there now, while there was still a chance that both Steve and the O'Neill's would be there, would be to get Gary to drive them. And the only way Gary would drive would be if he was made part of the action right now, on the spot.
All this passed through her mind in an instant. So in the time it takes to blink an eye, she was next to Gary, massaging his swollen crotch, with his meaty erection threatening to burst open his pants. Already he began to buck his hips furiously, as if his aching cock were already buried deep into Pam's quivering, dripping cunt.
Pam's hands now joined Linda's and they made it possible for the two of them to come close to handling the full length and width of Gary's foot-long blood engorged member. With a practiced set of motions, Pam undid his jeans and slid them down his powerful muscular legs, then followed with slithering his miniature underpants down, revealing the throbbing blue-veined stiffness free to pulsate against his hard hairy belly.
Linda gasped in amazement as she ran her smooth little hands along the vibrating rock-hard shaft, almost thinking for a second that this huge hardness was somehow some kind of creature from outer space. Soon, though, Gary's moans brought her back to reality, along with his wagging of his hips, as if he needed to levitate not his body but his soul off the floor. His breath now came in tortured gasps as the women beat a tattoo on his quivering thickness and he began arching his back to try to put every millimeter of his body into securing the release of the sweet, hot semen that begged to burn its way right out of his bloated testicles if it weren't allowed to spurt out in the next instant.
With a massive moan, Gary threw back his head so far that it hung down to his knees, so now his turgid stiffness pushed up even further. And now, like a giant firecracker, it exploded with a giant gush that shot up to the ceiling, then another and then still another, as he screamed in exquisite pleasure, gyrating his hips to force out the maximum amount of boiling creamy sperm. And after the first shocks, his still thundering cock spurted out white-hot love juice in quarts so it ran down his thighs and calves, where Pam and Linda eagerly lapped it up like a couple of kittens going after milk. It was a first for Linda and the sense of doing something that she had felt was absolutely the essence of depravity made her feel wonderfully bold and more than willing to carry out her plans for revenge. It was deliciously wicked! Maybe she'd even include Gary in the little act of Sapphic love she had in mind for a special showing real soon at her own living room. She'd show them that she didn't need anyone else but herself to live her life for her – that she didn't need the parody of people deciding that they'd "excite" her by abusing her body against her will. Or a husband who'd give in to the first little whore that would come prancing by his nose. If they were going to treat her without any kind of respect, she'd have to find a way to embarrass them. And now she had one.