Chapter 5

I spent my time refocusing on what’s important to me and my husband. I accepted that what happened could not be undone but would never repeat itself. I removed any unwanted arousals that stemmed from what could be seen only as a gang styled rape. They might be boys but they did to me what I hated and I would not tolerate anything like that again in my lifetime. I was a strong woman and I will thrive on my own energy and my own path. I was nobody’s whore not even my husband’s.

I couldn’t wait to go back to school. I wanted to look Mrs. Stein in the eyes and laugh at her. I wanted to get her alone and grab her tits and remind her that they belonged to me. I couldn’t wait to see how the others treated her and how her attitude towards the boys will change. Mrs. Stein went from a bitch to our bitch and I loved it.

When I got to class there were a few inside. the only one from our private club was Jimmy and we had some long talks over holiday about her. I sent him a copy of the video I made and made him swear never to share it and I trusted he wouldn’t. when Mrs. Stein walked in she looked no different than the last time she stood in front of us with the exception that she would not make eye contact, a good sign. We watched her every move and remembered her body as we left it. I was getting a hard on just thinking of sucking those big melons of hers, watching her nipples get long and needing my attention. I tried to focus and not look obvious so I took an eye tour of Tracy, tiny tit Tracy and it made me chuckle. Mrs. Stein looked in my direction and asked if I had something to say. I shook my head and she moved on and I continued to scout the room but always went back to her.

After class I lingered around until the last student left. I wanted a few private words with my property. She ignored me when I approached her and she turned away when I looked at her. She might not want to recognize me but she does. I stood next to her, close, close enough for me to tell her say hello to me the way I like it, rub my cock you filthy fucking cumrag I said and she knew I meant what I said. At first, I thought she was going to break down and cry. Then her eyes got fiery red and it made me wonder. She looked at me and asked why I was such an evil person.

“The way I see it is what you think or feel, doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me. what matters is what I want and I want you to play with my cock, right here, right now. do it cumrag! Make me say it again and you will be the star of every adult site, and every social media outlet I can find. I will email you taking a cock up your ass to the principle, your cunt dripping with cum to your husband, and if I can find it, a short video of you begging us to cum on you to your entire fucking family, now play with my cock whore”!

That fear I remembered came back and her shaking hand started to get my cock hard. I looked around and the hall sounded quiet. I opened my pants and made her give me a blowjob in the classroom. She resisted at first but soon was sucking it like she loved it and when I came, she never argued and willingly swallowed every drop. When I left her, she had her head on her desk. I waved and said tomorrow is another fun day at school teach, get some rest, I think we might need your attention in the boy’s room. She didn’t say a word and I whistled as I left knowing she was right where we wanted her.

I called everyone that should be and told them we were having a reunion tomorrow after school, same place, same time, only this time out entertainment would be coming to us on her own. All but one said they were interested and I couldn’t wait to watch her open wide willingly and enjoy the fruits we offered. I finished my last text and jumped out of my skin. My little brother was standing behind me. he’s only thirteen and a noy little bastard. He said he read my message and it sounded like fun.

I asked him if he knew what he was talking about and he said maybe he never did it but he sure did want to know what getting a blowjob felt like. He promised he would never tell. I told him it wasn’t my choice not to invite him, it was a rule set in stone. I did agree if he kept his word for a private visit where he could do anything.