Chapter 6
Robin awakened early Thursday morning. A sense of dread clouded her mind, and dulled her awareness. What was it she had to face today? One thing, of course, was the fact she would have to stand on the teacher's platform through the day while two young boys watched her every moment, stripping her naked in their minds, sucking her tits and her cunt and fucking her up the ass, mentally, while she tried to keep her wits about her. She coughed up an accumulation of phlegm. It tasted like cum.
'Migod!' she thought, 'I've never sunk to such depths of lust!' The boys had stayed until ten, both swearing they would not be missed at home. After Skinny had come in her ass, the three of them had crowded in the shower stall of her parents' bath. Robin had washed the slime off Skinny's prick. The three of them had stepped out of the shower, and lay down on a beach towel which Robin spread over the yellow nylon carpeting. With Robin lying on her right side, Skinny fucked her between her breasts, while Bud fucked her asscrack from the rear. It was weird! Crazy! Delightful!
Robin had ordered Chinese food, and after a hearty meal, they were back at it again, trying everything they had ever imagined, except for normal coitus. Robin had refused their passionate pleas, with no explanation, satisfactory to either of them. That was what was worrying her, she remembered. This was Thursday! She had a date with a man she loved!
A cry of anguish burst from her lips as she sat up.
"Oh God!" she moaned, "I can't face him tonight!"
Weeping, she made her way into the bathroom and switched on the lights. Standing before the mirrored wall, she forced herself to look at the reflection of her naked figure. She touched a finger to her dainty, rounded lips - lips that had closed around the cocks of two young boys... how many times? At least three times with each one - maybe it was four, maybe even five times. The taste of their jism was still in her mouth, despite the vigorous brushing of her teeth. And these tits! Sucked... fucked... And this pussy! Mauled and chewed and sucked until she had yielded cups and cups and cups of juices distilled from her cuntal tissues by greedy, sticking mouths - and each drop given up in a wild orgasm of rapturous delight!
"I am what I am," she muttered in desperate resignation, "a horny, lusting little nympho! I seduced my young brother-when he was in diapers! Where did this frightful lust originate?" She thought of her mother, and her father-sweet, normal, sensible people. "I'm lost! I can never hope to attain normality, or learn to love a man!" Crying quietly, she sat on the stool. Strings of semen dripped from her anus to mingle with her urine in the bowl. "I'll tell Bob when he calls tonight that I've decided not to see him again," she said aloud.
By the time she had showered and dressed, she felt better. Perhaps it had been her failure to accept herself as she was, instead of striving to emulate her parents, that had been the root of her disquiet. She had a quick breakfast of orange juice, milk, and toast. Except for the dreaded task of rejecting Bob by phone tonight, Robin felt she could face anything that might come up today. She left the house in relatively good spirits.
Both Bud and Skinny gave her a pleasant smile as she stepped up on the platform, and consciously kept their eyes averted to save her embarrassment. Robin saw that Millie was in rare form, displaying her naked pussy while she painstakingly wrote in her notebook. She looked away every time Robin glanced her way. In the teachers' cafeteria at noon, Robin joined Alice Conners. She had been anxious to have Alice expand on her cryptic remark about Mr. Shure, but two other teachers sat down at their table.
Robin got through her last class of the day with difficulty. Weary and sleepy at the two o'clock bell, she gathered up her papers and stuffed them into her briefcase. As she passed the principal's office, Mr. Shure stepped out and beckoned to her. She followed him into his inner office. He shut the door, and motioned her to a chair beside his desk.
"Well, Miss Cane, I've been hoping for a chance to talk with you." His black eyes, close-set in his sharp-featured face, slid over her figure like an expert handicapper judging a horse he was about to bet on. Robin pressed her knees together and tugged the hem of her minidress down a fraction of an inch. "And how does our young teacher find things here?"
"Fine, Mister Shure, just fine." She tried to put warm friendliness into her smile.
"And how do you get along with the boys in your classes - and with the girls, I should add?"
Robin felt as though she were suddenly plunged into a sea of ice.
"Why... why... very well... I think." Her voice rose a shrill octave as she finished the sentence lamely. A horsefly buzzed at the window, trapped by the pane of glass.
Shure leaned back in his chair, his elbows on the arms of his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his thick lips. Again his eyes scanned her figure, resting on her thighs. "Hm! You are a very attractive young woman." he said.
"Thank you, Mister Shure." Robin essayed a light laugh that somehow sounded like a groan. "I have an appointment at the hairdresser. Did you have something special you wished to discuss?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do, Miss Cane." He leaned forward in his chair to pick up a folded sheet of paper from his desk. "Do you know of anyone who might hate you enough to... let's say, spread nasty rumors about you?"
A hot flush spread like a brush fire up from her breasts to her face. Even her scalp felt hot. She tried to speak but her throat tightened, choking off all sound.
"You might read this, Miss Cane. I found it on my desk when I returned after lunch. My secretary was not in the office when the person, whoever he or she was, put the note on my desk. No one but me has seen it, Miss Cane." He reached out his right hand to give her the note.
Robin unfolded it. She recognized the slanted, left-handed writing instantly. The note read: "Mister sure-you know what's goin on at your school? you better that new teacher thinks shes so kute shes kute arite I seen her suckin one boy off wile another boy fucked her up the ass yesterday rite in her own backyard. you ask her shes fulla shit if she sez no I know... " The note fluttered to the floor as Robin slumped in her chair. She came to a few moments later with Shure hovering over her and applying an icy handkerchief to the back of her neck. He put an arm around her, his hand slipping under her armpit to lift her to a sitting position.
Robin kept her eyes downcast. Her lips moved several times before she could utter a word.
"I'll confirm... my resignation in writing, Mister Shure. You'll have it in the mail in the morning." She started to rise, but he laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Now, now, Miss Cane!" Shure said soothingly, "I get letters like this occasionally about other teachers. I had one about a year ago. You know the teacher involved in that case. And she's still here with us! If you run off before I can check into this thoroughly - why, that would be equivalent to your admitting the truth of this shameful allegation." He laid a hand on her shoulder. "Surely, Miss Cane, you wouldn't want to plead guilty to any such charge."
"It's horrible, just horrible! How can anyone do... I mean... " Shure stooped to pick up the paper. He placed it in his desk drawer, and locked the drawer.
"No one has a key to this desk. No one will see this, I guarantee you." He helped her to her feet, and held her arms while he led her to the door. "You wait here a moment. I'll be right back." He stepped into the outer office, and returned in a few moments. Putting both his hands on her arms, he squeezed them and shook her lightly. "Now you promise me not to tell a soul about this, hear? And come to your classes in the morning. I promise you I'll work this out some way, and nobody will ever know a thing about it. Okay?" Robin nodded. "I checked the hallway. There's not a soul in sight."
"Thanks, Mister Shure, thanks so much. I'm very grateful." She turned to go.
"Oh, one moment, Miss Cane. I saw a piece in the paper the other day. You must remember Mister Goggins."
"Yes, very well."
"He sent in a letter of recommendation when you applied to the Ocean County School Board. He must have thought quite a lot of you, Robin."
"He was very nice. You mentioned a piece in the paper. Mister Goggins didn't die, did he?"
"No. I thought you'd be interested to know that he was indicted for statutory rape."
Robin gasped. Shure chuckled. "Jesus! That's something, isn't it?" He's sixty-seven years old!"