Very much against her will, Linda could begin to feel the heat radiating from her now damp cuntal walls, begging for more of the same throbbing tingle. Her mind was a quagmire of do's and don'ts, since this madwoman was obviously using her to satisfy a set of animal cravings that were not unlike those of that horrid Jack O'Neill. But again, she could feel herself wanting to get as much as possible of that warm, wet tongue alongside and into her now burning cuntal slit, which throbbed with an unceasing drum beat far beyond her own control now.
It was madness she wanted to imagine Steve doing this to her, just as she had this morning in the principal's office, but that was impossible. Her body broke out into a canvas of goosebumps and she literally trembled with passion. She had started breathing in short gasps and now began to arch her back and hips up so Rosemary would have no choice but to touch her where she had to be touched, along her now sizzling cleft. The excitement of being forced to do something absolutely forbidden made her smile slightly.
Rosemary noticed all this and felt her own desires well up like a Saturn V rocket about to lift off. This is one horny little cunt, she thought, even if she doesn't realize it. By now, Linda's inflamed pussy was literally sopping wet with love juice.
And Rosemary could resist no longer. Like a maniac who hasn't had a meal for days, she slid her tongue into Linda's steaming slit as if her very soul depended on doing so. Linda felt an electric shock course through her lissome body as Rosemary's magical hot tongue snaked its way along her burning clitoris. "Oh, God!" she screamed.
Now she began crying, for the shame over what she had allowed herself to enjoy overtook her. "Please, Rosemary, don't do that," she began sobbing. "I'll do anything if you'll stop. Please."
Rosemary stopped only for long enough to say, "You are so good, honey, that I'm not going to stop even if they declare nuclear war right now." And she went back to lashing away at Linda's enlarged fleshy lips, knowing full well that she was moving Linda toward a firecracker of an orgasm despite her protests.
And she was right. Linda now flexed and squirmed, writhed and twisted, her vagina frothing with lust. And she stopped asking for Rosemary to stop: "Oh yes, I… I'm cumming… ohhh baby… don't tease, now… more, more… yeah, here it comes… I… feel it… now, right there… ooo yes!!!"
Linda had clenched her eyes shut and was whipping her head back and forth, almost like one might imagine a mechanical doll with no resistance holding the neck back from twisting.
Yet immediately remorse washed over her. What was wrong with her? She had been tied up, all right, but she was acting like it was the finest thing in the world. And as Rosemary began inserting her index finger into her still white-hot pussy, Linda thought she would die from the pleasure of it. "Lord! That feels so wonderful! Oh, God, forgive me, I just can't help it! I never knew I could feel like this, oh my God, what is she doing to me now… it feels so hot down in my cunt and I'm so ashamed," she thought to herself, her mind now a total blank.
Rosemary was now taking off the super tight jumpsuit, which had featured her ice cream scoop breasts jutting into the material as if they were going to explode. Now they stood up proudly on their own with no outside support. The cherry-like nipples were on fire, as Rosemary found herself unbelievably excited over the idea of making this little prom queen become aroused against her will. She tossed the jumpsuit aside impatiently and crawled on top of Linda, who had just about stopped breathing, not believing what Rosemary was about to do.
Rosemary had never seen someone more turned on against their will, either and the very idea drove her wild now as she began rubbing her breasts and nipples all over Linda's tight, taut form. And now Rosemary could not calm her body down at all.
Every inch of her alabaster-smooth flesh was ablaze with need and screaming for release as soon as possible. Her love juices flowed so fast that she scarcely had time to think about Linda's fear and reticence. Rosemary's self control was about gone, for she and Jack had occasionally gone to bed with another woman, but Rosemary was now getting to explore another woman completely – even if she was tied up – and loving the sense of abandoned depravity that dominated her mind.
Linda's soaking pubic vee was now tender from the frantic ministrations Rosemary had poured onto it with the full force of her well developed muscles and as Rosemary began clawing at her downy curls and per nipples, Linda moaned, but not with pleasure but pain.
Rosemary hardly noticed as she slid her sizzling cleft all over Linda's thighs and quickly manipulated the soft flesh of her victim's cunt and breasts. Glorious sensation, much like pin pricks, danced under Rosemary's skin and she felt the welcome of searing hot flames licking at her cuntal walls. "God, I'm coming!" she exulted, and it felt heavenly as she played with Linda's body as if it were a musical instrument. Jack had never made her feel quite like this, as if she were totally in control. Now she knew why he liked being a high school principal so much. All these lovely young bodies at his beck and call and now, I too will have the same power.
Now she exploded into a series of volcanic eruptions, as her body felt electrified with the prospect of doing this again and again to Linda and maybe some other sweet virginal high school teacher. From her curled under toes to her throbbing nipples, she was one mass of taut shimmering flesh, finally receiving the satisfaction of having her all powerful lust sated at long last.
She let out a deep sigh of contentment. It had been so fine, almost like a dream. But now she noticed the tears running silently down Linda's cheeks and felt a slight pang of guilt. Linda had not enjoyed the final assault by a pleasure starved vixen, even if the first part had been, in a crazy way, somehow tolerable. Yes, Linda had found a spark of joyful eroticism in the animal hunger and heat that Rosemary oozed, but it had not lasted.
"Um… I, I'm sorry, Linda," said Rosemary softly. "I guess… I guess I kind of got a little carried away with you."
Linda closed her eyes.
Rosemary shrugged. Damn it, she thought. No one ever seems to like sex as much as I do. "Well, I guess I'd better untie you, OK?" she asked.
Linda still said nothing.
Now Rosemary felt annoyed, though she tried not to show it as she stepped back into her jumpsuit. "Linda," she said finally, "I am truly sorry. But I don't want you to think that I won't destroy you if you do anything against me. Do you understand that perfectly?"
Linda sighed.
"Goddamn it, talk to me, you little bitch!" yelled Rosemary. "I swear that I'll destroy you and your reputation so fast you won't-won't know what hit you. Now, answer me, bitch. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes. Now would you please untie me. My husband will be wondering where I am," said Linda in a resigned tone. "I should have been home already."
Rosemary untied the cords quickly and Linda got up off the bed and slipped into her clothes. Now neither said anything until Linda began walking out of the bedroom and toward the front door of the house.
"I hope you understand," Rosemary called to her from the bedroom, where she had remained.
"Understand what?" Linda asked, picking up her purse by the front door.
"Understand why I did what I did, Linda. It wasn't just for me, you know."
"Yes, I know," said Linda impatiently. "I'm sure your husband will get a big kick out of all this when you tell him about it. I'm sure he will. Positive, as a matter of fact. OK? Now, will you please unlock the door so I can get out of here? I'm getting a little tired of waiting."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, bitch. You're still under my thumb. Got that?"