Stacy slowly stood up, her legs feeling weak as she looked around the deserted classroom, her eyes drawn to the doorway where Mr. Cashell had just left. "He raped me..." She whispered softly to herself, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened to her. "I've... I've been raped," She said a little louder, her hands running over her rumpled and wrinkled clothes. Her fingers run down over her skirt, gripping the crotch of her panties and pulling them back into place, her breath catching at the sudden wave of pleasure that runs through her. "I... I came." She confessed to herself, hating the memory of how Richard had used her, excited her even as he raped her. "I or...orgasmed while he raped me," the stunned teacher and mother admitted as she sat down at her desk, her fingers slowly buttoning her blouse. Feeling confused Stacy picked up her briefcase and left the room, her hands pulling the hem of her skirt down over her knees as she switched the classroom light off for the night.
On the drive home she was determined to tell John about what had happened, he'd know what to do, he'd help her confront Richard, help her face the police. He was always there to help her, he supported her, but he didn't excite her... not like Richard had. Stacy cursed herself as the thought repeated itself through her head, wondering when she'd become so depraved that the best sex she'd ever had was when she was raped, treated like a piece of meat. "Goddamn him," Stacy cursed as she drove.
Stacy claimed a headache that night, ruining John's carefully planned romantic evening and repulsing his amorous advances later that night in bed. Stacy lay there, her back to her husband as she replayed the events of the day in her head, feeling Richard's rough hands caressing the most intimate areas of her body, using her mouth and pussy like a common whore's. It was with shameful chagrin that Stacy felt the moistness between her legs as she thought about the janitor pinning her against the blackboard, his large cock stretching her as he fucked her from behind. "God..." Stacy sobbed in tears as she tried to deny her arousal, burying her face in her pillow and praying for sleep.
The next morning, Stacy left early, hoping to avoid seeing John as he prepared for work, claiming a meeting as a way to dodge his questions about last night. The day passed quickly, her mind so focused on teaching her students that she didn't even think of Mr. Cashell until the final bell rang, dismissing school for the day. Mrs. Reeds felt her pulse speed up, her eyes running over the students as they filed quickly out of the room, leaving her alone. 'He said he'd meet me after school,' Stacy thought to herself, 'I can just leave early and he won't be able to... to rape me again.' She started to gather up the papers strewn about her desk, determined to leave before Richard arrived, before she had to confront him again. As she was pushing the last of the papers into her briefcase a noise drew her attention to the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Reeds." Richard said with a broad smile as he entered her classroom, pulling the door shut behind him, pulling the shade on the window as his eyes ran over her slender form.
"Richa... Mr. Cashell," Stacy replied, not wanting to call him by his name. Better keep it formal, Stacy thought to herself, hating the small shiver of anticipation that ran up her spine as the large black janitor moved further into the room. "I... I really need to get going... I've... I've got an appointment." Mrs. Reeds said, her eyes refusing to meet his, afraid to see the scorn in his large brown eyes.
"Yeah, you do, Mrs. Reeds." Richard replied in his soft voice as he walked through the neat rows of desks towards her. "You've got an appointment with a concerned student; he's in the hallway right now."
"Wha... what do you mean?" Mrs. Reeds asked her eyes filled with confusion as she struggled to comprehend what Mr. Cashell was getting at. She had expected him to rape her but not to discuss a student.
"Jacob Clark is out in the hall, Mrs. Reeds." Richard told her with a small smile, "He wants to talk to you about his schoolwork."
"But... Jacob isn't in my class," Stacy stammered completely bewildered. Jacob Clark was the star quarterback on the football team and as a senior had his pick of colleges lining up with scholarships for him. "What... what does he want to talk to me about?" Mrs. Reeds asked, a sudden dreadful thought crossing her mind.
"About you being such a hot piece of ass, Mrs. Reeds," A voice spoke from the door, drawing Stacy's glance as she saw a young black man step into the room, pulling the door shut behind him, the sound of the lock echoing loudly in the sudden silent room.
"Wha... what did you just say to me?" Stacy asked indignant that a student would dare to say something like that to her. "I don't care if you are the football team's hero, Mr. Clark, talk to me like that again and I'll have you expelled."
"I don't think so, Stacy." Jacob said with a cocky smile as he moved to perch on the edge of one desk. "You see, Mr. Cashell told me about you."
"Oh... oh, god." Stacy stammered, her eyes going wide in shock as she glanced between the student and janitor as they confronted her with similar smiles. "You can't... you don't... please..."
"You see, Mr. Cashell caught me spying on you at lunch today. I was standing in the stairwell as you went down to the cafeteria, I found this spot where I could see up your skirt perfectly. Anyway, Mr. Cashell saw me checking you out and told me I could have you." Jacob explained, climbing off the desk and slowly approaching the stunned teacher. "I've waited a long time for this, Mrs. Reeds." He told her, his hand reaching out to run through her long blond hair.
"Don't... don't do this, Jacob." Stacy pleaded, her legs feeling weak as she saw the cruel smile on Mr. Cashell's face as he took a seat in the back row, his feet resting across the top of the desk as he watched her predicament. "Please don't..." She gasped as the young man's hand moved from her hair to lightly caress her cheek.
"I've wanted you ever since I first came to this school," Jacob told her softly, his fingers running over her soft skin, traveling down along her jaw. "I've jerked off watching you walk through the hallways, Mrs. Reeds. I've hidden in the stairways waiting for you to walk down them just so I could get a peek up your skirt. For the last four years I've been watching you, dreaming of you and now, now I've got the chance to have you. I'm not going to let this chance go by."
"Please, Jacob, please..." Stacy gasped, feeling the young man's fingers slide gently down her neck, resting on the collar of her blouse. "You're friends with Mike, you're friends with my son, you can't do this to me... please."
"Mrs. Reeds," Jacob told her softly, leaning in close to her, his hand sliding down the front of her blouse, his fingers toying with the small pearl buttons as he whispered softly to her. "The reason, the only reason, I became friends with Mike was so I could be close to you. All those times I was over to your house visiting your son I was wishing I could fuck you."
"Oh..." Stacy gasps, her blue eyes filled with shock as she sees the unhidden lust in the young man's eyes, her body trembling as she feels his hand sliding over the silky material of her blouse, his fingers resting lightly on her stomach. "Jacob..."
"Call me Mr. Clark or sir," the young man insisted, his lips barely brushing against her cheek as his hand slid down, his fingers slipping into the waist of her skirt.
"No..." Stacy moaned trying to squirm away from the student's groping hand as he pushed it further into her skirt, his fingers sliding over the front of her panties, feeling the mound of her sex through the soft cotton fabric. "Don't..." She pleaded, her eyes going from Jacob to Mr. Cashell as he sat at the back of the room, his eyes filled with silent laughter as he watched her being molested by the young man. "Please... Mr. Ca... Richard, please make him stop..." She begged the large black janitor as she felt the young man's hand cup her sex, feeling the heat of her pussy through her panties.
