Chapter 8
Barbara went like a zombie through the motions of the next day's classes. Everywhere she went she heard, or thought she heard, a buzz of conversation behind her back, the giggles of girls and young boys, the boastings of the boys who had already had her, the eager exclamations of the boys who had not yet had her and were sure now that soon they would. She was almost numbed from her shame and she functioned mechanically, hardly caring. Her life seemed over. She knew she was living on borrowed time. She felt like the worm in hell that would not die.
She left the game that night at half-time, a sickening nausea rising in her throat as she watched the Hatfieldville starters trudge from the field, beneath the scoreboard that registered Hastings' 14 to 7 lead. At home she sat on the couch in her darkened living room. Far away she could hear the crowd at the stadium, roaring, falling silent, roaring again.
It was sometime after eleven when she heard the knock at her front door and went to answer it. Standing outside, looking nervous and slightly downcast, was Sonny Wilkens. "We lost," he said. "They had a chance to tie it at the end Bobby fumbled a hand-off to Tommy on the seven yard line." He paused as Barbara nodded grimly, then looked up at her hopefully. "Can I come in."
Barbara shook her head, reaching up unconsciously to check the latch on the screen. "No Sonny."
"But. . . "
"No!" she snapped shortly. Then, as he stared forlornly in, she shut the door and locked it, walked down the hall to her bedroom and went to bed.
Barbara awoke with a start from her sleep, her naked body stiffening in the darkness as she heard the loud banging at the front of her house. It took her a moment to determine that it was the front door, not a knocking on the door but someone banging against it with their whole body as though trying to brak it down. For the first few seconds she couldn't even move, then, hearing the door suddenly give way she kicked off her covers and scrambled naked from the bed, pulling her light housecoat hastily over the lush naked curves of her body as she heard the footsteps coming down the hall. She went to the door and flicked on the light, then jumped back as she saw the hulking form of Coach Burt Johnson, followed by Bobby Lane.
"Come on," the coach said, seizing her arm. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up. We've got to get you away from here right now."
"W-what is it?" Barbara gasped, still half groggy with sleep in spite of the fear that had gripped her.
"Sonny talked," the coach said. The whole town knows what happened last night. There's an angry mob coming down the street right now, and what they've got planned for you is even more than you deserve."
"What plan?" Barbara gasped, hardly able to believe what the coach was saying.
"I won't go into details. These men or just drunken loggers, but they love my football team. There's an interesting device in the sawmill which you might have seen employed in an old movie rerun sometime. What they have in mind is a sort of Islamic justice."
"Islamic justice?"
"Yeah," the coach said tersely. "If a man steals, cut his hand off. If a woman . . . " He left the rest to Barbara's imagination, but the image was clear enough. "I'll take you to my place tonight, then get you out of town in the morning. That's the last place they would expect you to hide."
"But . . . , " Barbara began. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I wouldn't want to see anybody's asshole run across that buzz-saw. And Bobby told me what really happened last night. Maybe it wasn't all your fault."
Barbara wasn't even given time to put on a dress. Clad in nothing but her flimsy robe, she let the coach lead her out into the cool night air where Bobby's pick up waited. As they got in and pulled away she looked back through the windshield at the mob rounding the corner off Main Street. Bobby drove them to the coach's place and dropped them off there. Inside in the masculine-decorated den of his ranch-style home the coach poured her a stiff shot of Bourbon and Barbara tried to explain what she'd come to understand during the hours she'd lain awake thinking before finally drifting into the deep and restful slumber from which she'd been so rudely awakened.
"I missed the most important part of my adolescence. Sexual discovery. You might not believe me, coach. But I only lost my virginity a week before I came here. My fianc' raped me, though I guess deep down inside I wanted it. Then, I found myself in a teenage environment. There were all these boys, handsome strong boys around, the kind of boys I should have been sleeping with when I was seventeen or eighteen. It just happened. And I've got to admit it wasn't all their fault either. Maybe that buzz-saw is exactly what I deserve," she added with a little shiver, then went on: "But anyway, I don't know how I can thank you for what you've done tonight."
"You don't?" the coach said, his eyes drifting hungrily over the soft curves of Barbara's body scarcely concealed in the flimsy robe she wore.
Then, understanding, she smiled and nodded. "I guess I do understand. Is that what you really want?"
The coach drank down his whiskey. "It's what I've wanted ever since that first day I saw you. I guess that's why I don't blame the boys, even for losing tonight."
Barbara finished her own whiskey, feeling slightly numbed by all that had happened. "Then, I guess after everything else I can hardly say no to you."
He took her to the bedroom. He kissed her hard on the lips, pulling and mauling at her lush young body as he pushed the robe from her shoulders and held the ripeness of her breasts tight against his chest. He groaned in her ear, his hands sweeping down over her buttocks, squeezing and fondling them greedily as Barbara felt the first sensuous tingles of delight darting up through her loins, as she realized that for the first time in her life she had actually said yes to a man. She wasn't being raped tonight, she was giving in out of her own free will even if the submission was obligatory after the fate the coach had saved her from, and as she realized the significance of that fact she suddenly rose onto her tiptoes, her arms going tight around his neck to hug his muscular body even more tightly to her own, her lips showering hungry kisses of affection and gratitude across his face.
The coach endured this for a moment, then suddenly his strong hands gripped Barbara's shoulders almost painfully. He shoved her down to a sprawling position on the bed, glaring at her almost vengefully.
Barbara couldn't believe the hatred with which the coach was looking at her. "W-what happened. I thought.. . I thought you wanted me," she whimpered with building disappointment and frustration.
"I do want you, you bitch!" Burt Johnson hissed through gritted teeth. "But I wanted to win that football game too, and we would have won if you hadn't been here, even if last night wasn't your fault."
Oh dear, Barbara thought as she watched the strong hairy chested man suddenly peel off his tee-shirt and start to unbuckle his trousers. Her eyes were glazed with a mingling of fear and lust as he pulled his trousers down and the unbelievably gigantic shaft of his cock sprang suddenly to shocking freedom. He was still glaring at her as if he would like to kill her, though she could see clearly the angry raging lust in his eyes, and she made no move to escape as he climbed up onto his knees beside her on the bed, his hands cupping and digging at her breasts and searching brutally over the nakedly cringing curves of her flesh. Then with a sudden grunt he rolled her over onto her belly and before Barbara could comprehend quite what was happening to her he fell on her with all his strength and all the crushing weight of his body, his cock lying like a menacing presence straight along the crack of her ass as his hands suddenly pushed her knees up under her almost to her breasts.
Barbara's head was buried in the pillow and her back ached painfully from the weight of the hulking man on top of her. She felt completely helpless and vulnerable, her buttocks pushed defenselessly high in the air, her skin quivering as he scratched and mauled over her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks. Then, as his thumbs dipped down into the forbidden crack between them, spreading the two half-moons forcibly wide apart to completely expose the puckered little hole of her anus, she shuddered with the first bitter inkling of what he intended to do to her.
"I wanted to win!" he growled. "Did you hear that, you bitch? I wanted to win. And we would have if it hadn't been for you."
Then Barbara's body stiffened as one of the coach's hands slipped down between her thighs from behind, his fingers brushing swiftly over the already lust-dilated lips of her pussy to spread several oozing droplets of her moist feminine lubricant back over the sensitive little membrane that separated her cunt from her anus. Staring wide-eyed ahead of her, Barbara felt him work the moisture around her cringing little asshole. Then suddenly he drew his finger away, and as he levered forward another couple of inches on the bed, it was replaced by the thick cudgel-sized head of his hotly swollen cock.
"Noooooo!" Barbara squealed, suddenly gripped by terror as the coach shoved forward and she experienced the first sudden savagely painful pressure of his cock-head pushing right against the tight little aperture. "Oh God no," she whimpered. "You can't do that. Not in . . . not in there!"
"The hell I can't," the coach growled. "Now open up or I'll give you back to that goddamned buzz-saw."
How could this man ever have the audacity to stand in front of a Sunday School class and teach the Word of God, Barbara asked herself as she knelt trembling in terror before him. This was worse than any fate she could ever have conceived of and in spite of the blinding pain surging through her body as the pressure on her defenseless anus increased, she still had the presence of mind to wonder if after he was through with her she would ever be the same again. The burning sensation up between her buttocks was almost more than she could bear, and she felt shamed and degraded beyond all human decency as the grunting ape of a man struggled to fit his giant cock into the tiny little hole of hr anus.
At first it seemed that no matter how hard he pushed it would never fit. It blunted against the resisting little orifice or slipped downward toward her wetly dripping cunt. Then he seized his massive cock with his hand to hold it in place, his other hand reaching beneath Barbara's belly to hold her in her menial position, and with a sudden heaving of breath he gave a mighty forward lunge.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhhh!" Barbara screamed as the coach succeeded in forcing just the spongy head of his massively palpitating cock up into her vainly resisting little anal opening. "Stop, please, you're killing me!" she whimpered as he flexed his hips forward again, pushing relentlessly inward to shove his long penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly cringing rectum. But her cries reverberated heedlessly through the room, and as she continued to squirm and writhe in anguish and humiliation, he shoved the full length of his punishing rod of flesh all the way up to the hilt, its driving hardness sweeping aside all her inner anal resistance until his plundering cock was embedded in her to the hilt and his loins smacked down hard against the soft ripe cushions of her ass.
"I wanted to win that game!" the coach hissed in her ear, sagging heavily upon her as his initial penetration was completed. Then, still long before Barbara's ravished asshole had had time to adjust, he pulled back and lunged forward again, instituting an intense and rhythmic pistoning motion as his rock-hard penis skewered in and out of her tightly clenching little hole.
Sobs of pain and misery poured from the kneeling blonde's lips as the hulking football coach lunged the skewering hardness of his cock again and again up into the most tender depths of her rectum. Her body shuddered in spontaneous little spasms and for the first few moments she thought she would pass out from the pain of it all. But to her amazement she began to realize that the initial agony had faded rather than increased. The pain was becoming oddly almost pleasurable, and tentatively she moved her buttocks back to meet his next racking lunge, feeling the first stirrings of a new kind of passion rejuvenating through her naked body as she wiggled her buttocks in small little circles, relaxing the inner muscles of her bowels as her pliable anal flesh began to adjust to the filling presence thrusting up inside it.
"Oh God," Barbara wailed as the sputtering and cursing man continued to bang and thrust into her tightly quivering rubbery sheath of flesh. His hands were still crawling and dancing over her sensitive back, moving down beneath her to cup and fondle the swaying ripeness of her breasts, pinching painfully at her lustfully erected nipples as he further intensified the rhythm of his merciless assault, his breath rasping loud and hoarsely in her ears.
Barbara waved her buttocks wildly back against Burt Johnson's racking lunges, her mind blurred by the sheer intensity of the sensation she was experiencing. She was being fucked brutally in the ass and she was enjoying even this, and again she could only remind herself how much life she'd cheated herself out of during the long years she'd spent in self-enforced chastity. She felt no pain now, only an exquisite warm wetness in the crevice between her asscheeks and a lurid burning far up inside her bowels as the coach skewered even more forcibly and more deeply into her. She was straining back against his pummeling penis, feeling it throb to even greater size and hardness to stretch her tightly clasping anus almost beyond endurance.
"Oh fuck me in the ass," she chanted in soft delirium, flailing her head from side to side as the length of his penis began to twitch and convulse far up into her bowels and he began a final series of shattering thrusts and at last let go of his weakening remnants of self-control.
"Yes cum," she screamed. "Cum in me!" Deep up toward her belly Barbara felt the splatteringly pelting droplets as the coach let himself go completely, humping and bucking like a wild man as he pumped his teeming load of hot male sperm deep up into the tight hollow of her ass. And as she realized what was happening Barbara felt her own body suddenly tense, waves of masochistic ecstasy sweeping out over her tingling flesh as her mind almost blanked out from the sheer devastating fury of the anal orgasm that engulfed her.
The she gasped as she felt the coach's limply deflating penis withdraw from her asshole with a little pop. She sagged, panting, down on the bed, feeling him pull her body to his strong chest, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Jesus," the coach gasped through his still rasping breath. "I don't know now but what it was worth it."
"Worth what?"
"Losing to Hastings."