Linda stood like someone transfixed by the devil himself. It had been enough of a blow to watch Pam and Gary go alter each other inside her classroom today, but to see her husband doing the same thing with this horrible woman made her sick with rage, with hatred and with repulsion. She'd kill Rosemary if she got half the chance.
But still she could not move. Perhaps it was hearing the moans of satisfaction that now escaped from Steve's lips. "Oh, baby, God, yes do that again… oh my… she never made me feel like this!" he groaned, then shuddered as Rosemary began massaging his raging rock-hard manliness, which was now protruding out of the top of his pants. Now Rosemary jerked down his pants in an instant and began licking the purple-veined shaft, with her hands caressing his hairy, sperm-laden balls. Now she shucked off her pants, peeling them off her tantalizing hips and thighs, and feverishly began rubbing, as Steve flexed his hips, the thick base of his steam-heated cock on the throbbing vibrant shaft of her fully awakened clitoris, which was by now swimming in a mass of wet fleecy curls, with love juice now starting to drip down her thighs and onto the thick textured carpeting.
Linda could see all of this because her gaze was riveted on Steve's pulsating meatiness and bloated testicles. She had never, ever seen them reach the size they had now, with his blood engorged member now a throbbing nine inches, easily two inches longer than what she had remembered, and his swollen eggs appearing the size of tennis balls. His skin gleamed with sweat.
"Come on baby! Go, go go, stick it in me! Give it to me! My cunt wants that cock so bad!!" Rosemary now screamed. Like lightning, Steve sank the full length of his lust-thickened shaft into her soft cleft that gaped invitingly between her legs. "God, baby, oh yes, that's it… now fuck me hard… yes, harder, harder, harder!" she moaned.
Steve's mouth opened and closed in speechless, incoherent babblings, his eyes trying to focus on this lust-driven women who moved her swollen pussy as if her very life depended on it, bucking under him like a wild horse, pistoning his skewering thickness into the clinging hot mouth of her sopping wet cunt. Steve now began slamming home his turgid stiffness all the way, with his hairy balls slapping hard against her cheeky buttocks. The force of her cunt-plumbed thrusts flattened her ass as she mewled, moaned, purred and gurgled in her throat, savoring the delicious pain.
To Linda, standing about the same 20-foot distance she had earlier in the day when she watched Pam and Gary, Steve looked as if be would spend the rest of his life exploring every luscious inch of Rosemary O'Neill. He was paying rapt attention to her firm breasts, cupping the soft, warm melons as they stood enticingly up from her chest. And still, he plunged into her like a shark going after a gallon of blood.
For Rosemary, Linda thought, someone was finally giving her enough. Though she bucked like a bronco charging out of the gate, the expression on her face told anyone who might have looked, that the overpowering propulsion she now sensed being hammered into her had finally left her satiated, almost as if a Saturn V rocket had been driven full speed into her crying, dripping cunt.
And now she came, gushing along with Steve as they strained against each other, their fingernails tearing at each other's backs and leaving long red scratch marks that were felt only as monuments to ecstasy. They bored deep and hard into each other, tilting their hips upward and upward for the maximum penetration. And they both screamed, the sound rattling off the window with the force of the unearthly banshee shrieks.
They continued pumping maniacally for what seemed like hours, but Linda could sense the energy slipping out of it as the exertion of letting what seemed like their very souls flow into each other finally began to tell on Rosemary and Steve.
Linda crept back to her car as quickly and quietly as she could. She felt shattered. She felt numb. She felt as if she could have shot Rosemary right on the spot, just as she was coming – yes, that would serve that hustling little slut right – right through the glass of the living room window, had she happened to have a gun, even though she had never fired one.
Taking care of leave quietly, Linda wheeled her auto into the street again, trying to keep from sobbing as hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she headed toward the high school football stadium.
"Oh God, how I wish I was back in Ohio!" she cried. Now the tears came out in torrents as the shame and humiliation of seeing her husband abandon himself to this evil witch, Rosemary O'Neill, overcame her.
When she reached the Marley High School parking lot, she sobbed quietly for about 15 minutes and then stopped suddenly. She was unsure why for a few seconds, then realized that it was because of an odd feeling coming over her. She felt, at least in one small corner of her, a growing sense of pride at having a husband like Steve, who could make probably any woman in the world want to ravish him. And damn it, she was going to make sure that she remained his woman instead of that person being Rosemary O'Neill.
CHAPTER SIX
The excitement of the football game engulfed Linda White in about two minutes after she arrived at the stadium after walking in from the parking lot. There was something about the cheers – silly as they may have been, like, "Hit 'em again, hit 'em again, harder, harder!" – and the colors that had always entranced her. When the Marley High junior varsity scored a touchdown on a 40-yard pass to go ahead 13-7 Linda cheered as wildly as any of the rah-rah students did.
Since the teachers rotated the ticket-taking on the basis of one team of two every half hour, Linda was able to watch the junior varsity game for most of its second quarter. The idea was that the presence of teachers in the stands would keep fist fights, drinking, making out and smoking to a minimum, and that only having to take tickets for half an hour would keep the teachers from going out of their collective minds.
The junior varsity scored another touchdown on a spectacular 30 yard end-around just before the first half and by now, Linda had just about forgotten the very odd memory of her husband and Rosemary O'Neill going after each other like two caged tigers. And she would have completely forgotten about it, at least for a while anyhow, had Jack O'Neill not decided to come up to her seat and sit next to her seat and sit next to her without so much as an introduction, as if they were the best and oldest of friends.
"Hello, Linda," he said with a stupid smile he probably thought was sexy.
"Hello," she said between clenched teeth, trying hard not to look at him.
"Now, now," he said paternally. "We mustn't act snotty or we'll get fired faster than you can count to three, if you can count that high, my dear. I thought we already had this little talk."
"Go to hell," said Linda. She had decided now she on longer cared if Jack and Rosemary O'Neill rode her out of town with tar and feathers. At least, she'd still have her self-respect.
"So that's how it's going to be, Miss Sweet Stuff. You're making a big mistake," he said in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.