Chapter 4
Paula was dismayed at being ordered out of her car on the quiet country road. She didn't have the slightest idea what the arrogant gym teacher had in mind, but she feared it wouldn't be good.
Steve yanked the door of her car open, and she reluctantly swung her legs around. Slices of bare skin appeared above the tops of her stockings, and the late afternoon sunlight winked off a metallic garter clasp.
She stood, her breasts giving a saucy bounce.
Steve shut the door. "Bend over the fender!"
"Whaaat?"
"Bend over the fender and stick your ass up!"
"Now you just see here!" Paula flared defiantly.
"Remember what I can do to you. I'm not gonna stand for back-talk!" He gave Paula a slap across her bottom, making her springy half-moons shake.
She gasped as her buttocks tingled.
She was intensely afraid that Steve would make good on his threat to get her Tired. Why hadn't she been so foolish, she asked herself, to talk into the boys' gym?
She turned and faced the fender of her low-slung car. Why, she wondered, did Steve want her to bend forward? What was he going to do?
She bent partway, feeling embarrassed. Steve grasped her at the back of the neck and pushed her the rest of the way down, her breasts smacking against the car's hood and spreading as he held her there.
"Aaaawwww!" she bleated.
"Stay just like that if you know what's good for you," Steve ordered, and moved around behind her.
Her white skirt had risen high at the backs of her thighs, revealing pale flesh above her nylons. Her sexy garter straps were displayed, as well.
Steve grasped the hem of her skirt, and her little slip which was hidden underneath it. He yanked both garments up, exposing the tops of her thighs and the white panties that clung to her softly firm ass-cheeks.
"Nooooh!" Paula moaned in humiliation. She turned her head quickly, her nose brushing the car's hood. At least, there were no cars coming from either direction, she thankfully confirmed.
The husky gym teacher stared at her beautiful bottom, which was spread by her bent-forward posture. Her lush buttocks stretched her panties, the leg elastics of the briefs arching upward.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, dreading what he might say.
"First I'm going to pull your panties down," he replied.
"Not here on the road!" Paula exclaimed. "Ooooh, my God! What if a car comes by?"
"Then they'll sec your bare ass, baby!" Steve said.
He was mad, she concluded. But the realization didn't do Paula a dime's worth of good. She feared he would fulfill his threat. He was just that mean.
Paula whined, writhing as she lay forward across the fender. Her plump buttocks shook in her silk panties. The cool metal caressed her tits.
Seething with shame, she felt Steve's hand claw at the elastic top of her panties and stretch the slender band away from her back. He yanked her briefs down to her thighs in a single motion. Cool air humiliatingly kissed her bottom.
She was exposed on a public road, she realized with dismay. Not only were her pale, rounded buttocks totally revealed but, because of her shameful position, her pussy was exposed, as well.
Steve stared at the thick clump of hair that decorated her puffed, slitted snatch. Little beads of telltale moisture clung to some of the tendrils.
While Paula shuddered with shame, Steve sank his thumbs into the slick warmth of her plushy fissure and opened her up.
"Oooooooooh!" she bawled, humiliated as never before.
The gym teacher's eyes sparkled lustily as he looked at her rosy, wet split. The little mouth of her vaginal tunnel pulsated when exposed to the open air. Sperm flecked its rosy rim. The tip of Paula's clitty was erect, because of the cool air that touched it.
In the midst of her throbbing shame, she heard a vehicle approaching.
"Oooh, pleeeeaaase!" she begged as she lifted her head and stared at the oncoming truck.
Steve waited until the truck had drawn close enough for the driver to distinguish his figure and Paula's next to the parked car, then jerked her up to a standing position and let her skirt drop, concealing her bottom and thighs. If the truck driver looked closely, he could have noticed her panties bunched just below her dress's hem.
Paula shivered as the truck roared past. Her cheeks blazed.
"How could you!" she cried at Steve.
"What are you complaining about?" he snapped back. "I might have left you the way you were."
He quickly pushed Paula forward again, and she found herself in the same shameful position she had occupied a few moments before as he yanked her dress and slip up.
"I'll get you for this!" she said. But it was an empty threat that made her seem all the more ridiculous, she realized.
Steve laughed tightly, and again spread her pussy with his thumbs.
She was getting a throbbing sensation that contributed to her shame. Much as she hated to admit it to herself, the public exposure of her private parts was giving her a wicked thrill. It was sheer hysteria, she believed, because she was horrified by what Steve was doing.
He let the clammy lips of her cunt snap shut and balled his right fist, his big middle finger protruding. He twisted his rigid digit at the soft, wet center of her slit and, as she bleated, screwed his finger all the way up her pussy.
She throbbed more wildly then before. Steve could feel her cunt ripple around his degrading probe.
"You've got a tight snatch!" he said. "Just right for little boys."
He curved his finger a bit and raked it against her softness as he brought it out, causing her to help. He looked at the sperm he had hooked out of her.
"See this?" he asked, grasping her by the hair and yanking her shocked face around.
Paula stared at the evidence of her guilt, realizing Steve now had her on two charges instead of one. Though he wasn't- likely to preserve the sperm as evidence, he could probably force the truth out of Ernie, now that he knew for certain that she had been intimate with the boy.
Steve added a further insult by smearing his gooey finger across her nose. Paula cringed, shutting her eyes. But she couldn't help breathing in the scent of the stale semen.
Steve kept her bent forward across the fender and moved behind her once more. Again his finger drove into her soft, wet slit, this time grinding in a circle and reaming her delicate cunt mouth.
"Ooooh, pleeease ... stop!" Paula begged.
"Not yet, baby," Steve grated, though he pulled his finger out of her.
It had more goo on it, and he held it up as he used the fingers and thumb of his other hand to spread her rubbery butt-cheeks apart. She gasped as her ass-hole tingled in shocked exposure.
Obviously enjoying the humiliation that he heaped upon her, the unscrupulous man drove his wet finger against her shy nest of brownish puckers, twisting cruelly. Paula howled as his gooey finger forced her ass-hole to yield painfully. His finger glided into her tightly clasping ring.
Another vehicle was coming along the road.
"OOOOH ... GODDD!" she panted, with Steve's finger up her ass. "PLEEEEEASE! LET ME uuup!"
He did. But he didn't pull his finger out of her hotly pulsating anus. Her skirt dropped around his arm as he drew the terribly embarrassed woman against him, so that unless the occupants of the approaching car looked closely they wouldn't perceive what was happening.
Two men occupied the car. They looked. One of them laughed. The car sped past.
"Ooooh, you fiend!" Paula exclaimed, squirming as Steve kept his finger up her ass-hole. Her rubbery flesh rippled hotly around his obscene penetration.
He pushed her forward across the fender for a third time and again yanked up her outer clothing. Paula's brain swirled. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined such despicable treatment.
"This is for all the times you put me down!" Steve grated as he stroked his finger in and out of her clasping, hot ass-hole. "This is for all your snooty remarks-for trying to pretend you're better than me! How do you like it, baby? Hmmm?"
Before Paula had a chance to respond, Steve rammed his finger all the way up into the rubbery grip of her rectum, his fist smacking the bulges of her buttocks.
"UUUHHHHGH!" she breathed gutturally. "OOOOH! YOU ... YOU PIG!"
"I'll be goddamned!" Steve snarled. "So you still haven't learned! Well, by Christ, I'll show you!"
He pulled his finger from her lubricated ass-hole, and the tight orifice gave an audible Pop! Her brown little starburst slowly contracted.
Steve used his clean hand to claw open the front of his pants. His big prick leaped out, quivering at full erection in the sunshine.
Looking fearfully over her shoulder, Paula saw the huge, menacing prong, and she bawled, "NOOOH! OOOH, MY GODDD ... YOU WOULDN'T!"
"like hell!" Steve said, and moved up to her, ripping her spongy buttocks wide apart.
His prick bored at her defenseless ass-hole and spread the radiating puckers which had been softened and lubricated by his finger. With remarkable ease, his bulging glans popped into her backside, clasped by the heat of her rectum.
"AAAAWWWWW!" she cried, more from shame than pain, though the thick penetration burned and stretched her virginal ass mouth.
Lying helpless across the fender, she squirmed around the perverted impalement. Her whole body pulsated with shock and horror-but more than that, with a strange, giddy passion she didn't understand.
The pulsations intensified as Steve began stroking-in and out of her raped rear end, powering his big prick deeper into her ass with every thrust. Finally she was getting all eight turgid inches of his macho cock, surging way into her hot bowels as his loins smacked her jiggly buttocks.
"OOOOH ... UUUUUH! ... UUUUNNNNNH!" she yelped as he ass-fucked her.
She wasn't rising toward a climax-at least, in her bewildered brain, it didn't seem to-but she undeniably was pulsating from hips to head with every thrust of the man's rigid prick up her clasping rear chute. He jolted her anguished body against the car.
His balls churned. The rippling clutches of Paula's hot ass stimulated him powerfully. He rubbed his hands up and down her spread thighs, along the firm flesh and the garter straps that pressed against the widening slabs. He stroked repeatedly across the tops of her clinging nylon hose.
He growled like a mad brute as he sodomized the snooty nurse. His thrusts up her ass-hole gave her giddy excitement even as they hurt and shamed her. She wondered if she could climax. She didn't want to, and yet....
A truck came rumbling along the road.
Steve couldn't stop powering his prick up Paula's rear, because it felt too good! He screwed her hot ass harder, gripping her pale, rounded hips as he hammered heatedly against her bouncy butt chceks, his thick cock spearing lustfully between them.
She didn't hear the truck until it was almost there, her senses were swirling so. When she raised her head and saw it, she just bawled like a plugged heifer and went into an insane flurry of ass-fucking gyrations.
The truck swept past, its driver goggle-eyed.
Paula climaxed as she thought: The truck driver saw me! Ooooh God, he saw me GETTING IT UP THE REAR!
Steve finished lurchingly in the spastic, convulsing grip of her ass-hole, and his hot sperm jetted into her bowels.
"OOOOH!" she moaned, jerking and throbbing as she climaxed again.
It was the strangest orgasm she'd ever had, because her. pussy wasn't involved. But she came with tremendous force, shaking her to the marrow of her bones.
Steve pulled out, and her rosy anal flower blossomed, then drew back into her body. Steve pulled her pants up and flipped her skirt down.
"You can straighten up now," he growled.
Paula slowly rose and turned to face him. Her cheeks were red. Her hair was mussed. She panted and just stared at the merciless man, not knowing what to say. She felt sore in her behind, but she supposed she hadn't been injured.
Her pride had been shredded, though. She cringed as she thought of the truck driver who had seen her getting buggered.
"That man ... in the truck...." she panted, pushing her hair away from her face.
"Forget him!" Steve said. "He's not gonna report a thing like that."
"But what if I know him?"
"How many truck drivers do you know, baby."
"N-none, I guess."
"The guy probably doesn't even live around here."
"I hope not!"
Steve had wiped his cock on his handkerchief I and tossed the handkerchief away. He stuffed his meaty organ back into his clothes and zipped up.
Paula was still breathing hard, and her knees remained shaky. What an awful experience! she thought. If she lived to be a hundred, she was sure she would never forget it ... or forgive Steve.
She scrambled into her car and winced, because her bottom was tender. Would she ever be the same?
She lost no time in starting the car and wheeling it around, making a three-point turn on the shoulders of the road. She stepped on the gas and tried not to look at Steve as she passed him, heading back toward town. But she saw from the corner of her eyes that he was seated in his car, grinning in self-satisfaction.
She hated him more than ever.
She hated herself, as well, for responding to his shockingly brutal treatment. Just hysteria, she told herself again, drawing on her medical knowledge. The situation had been so wild, with her exposure on the road and all, that she had come in spite of herself.
The experience reinforced her hatred of men and her determination to have nothing more to do with them.
But would Steve let her off the hook, she wondered, since she had given in to him so easily this time? He had the lust of a bull-and the body of one, as well, she recalled with a shudder.
His cock was even bigger and meaner than that of her ex-husband, the only other cock she had ever seen. The only grown man's cock, of course.
Young boys were different. Paula visualized Ernie's darling dick, and that almost made her feel good again, as if her humiliation at Steve's hands had been worth-while. She certainly didn't blame Ernie in the least.
She didn't blame herself for initiating the boy into sex, either. Her earlier trace of guilt was gone. She had paid for the sin, of a sin it was-though she didn't really believe so. It seemed insignificant compared to the monstrous crime that Steve had committed against her.
How I'd love to get back at him! she thought as she squirmed on her still-smarting bottom. II only there was a way!
The prospect appeared nonexistent. The best that she could hope for was to avoid Steve's clutches from then on. Even that was wishful thinking, she feared, and gave a shudder.
As soon as the abused woman arrived home, she took a long, soothing tubbath. But it didn't succeed in making her feel really clean. After what had happened that day, nothing could.