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Subject: {ASSM} Private School Substitute
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 09:10:02 -0500
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Private School Substitute  (drugged,blackmail)
 
    The private school a  very good position even if only substituting for 
the rest of the semester.   My last position at the Catholic High School, 
terminated through the return of a  teacher from sick leave.  I had the 
position for the whole year; but  loyalty and of course vesting causing me to be 
back on the substitute  list.  Actually with all the private schools in the 
county, I can keep busy  full time.  The problem is that I am not building up 
a very good  retirement.  I could always go back to the public school 
system; but that  was just to frustrating with the vested teachers who sat back 
on their laurels  and did not to teach the students other then the minimum.  
I was so hoping  to land this position or a position at this school; but it 
seems that after a  six month maternity leave I will be out of work again.
    Well, for now I  have this position and  will make the best of it and 
see if something else  comes open.  The pay is very good and the classes are 
not  overcrowded.  The facilities available are excellent.  But what would  
you expect if you are paying almost thirty thousand a year for a high school 
 education.  Some of the students here have done all their education at 
this  school, starting from preschool.  Must be nice to be  wealthy.
    A least no uniforms  in this school as there were in OLL High School.  
And not that Catholic  attitude lurking over your shoulder in what you teach 
and say.  I pretty  open curriculum as to what to teach and how.  With the 
Literature classes I  am teaching, I am able to incorporate  History into 
the study.  Not  sure which I love to teach better. 
    Looking over the  class at the students, more young women then men, 
seeing that they listening as  one young lady reads the poem out loud.  A total 
silence other then the  soft words repeating the sad lines of Swinburne's,  
Atalanta in  Calydon.  Seeing some of the girls getting misty eyed as they  
listen to the tragic poem. 
    The class even  though not uniformed or formal in clothing 
restrictions, the young women wearing  expensive slacks and skirts and blouses for the 
most part, the young men wearing  the more informal wear.  Tees and slacks. 
    My eyes scanning the  faces of the students, putting a name to each, 
adding a few facts from talking  with some of them.  The usual bunch, some 
talkative, some quiet, some just  trying to make it through the class, but 
surprisingly, none boisterous.   Leaning against the edge of my desk as I stand 
in front of the class, hearing  the words as my eyes look at the men and 
women and the rest of them other then  their faces.  The men a combination of 
"nerds" and "jocks" and "leading  men".  The young women well versed in 
showing off their best  attributes.  The short skirt, the tight ones, the low cut 
blouses, the  tight ones.  Each woman showing off her body to advantage, or 
so I  think.  The lack of hose a little surprising with these ladies; but 
their  legs are mostly tanned, even with it being mid  spring. 
    Looking up from my  thoughts and feeling a soft flush as I meet the 
eyes of one of the girls.   Shifting a little as I return my gaze to the 
already well known words of  Swinburne.    Eyes on the book, as I wonder what I 
will wear to  dinner with my friend tonight.  Walking around to my desk and 
sitting down,  placing the book on the flat surface and adjusting my glasses 
as I gaze at the  students.  Seeing them getting a little restless as the 
poem  continues.  "Thanks, Sharon.  Finish reading the poem and tomorrow we  
will talk about it."  Sitting back and watching again.  Not sure that  
everyone shares my love of the works of Algernon Charles Swinburne.   Focusing on 
Edgar Allen Poe in my other Lit class.  More interesting and  familiar to the 
students, unfortunately his poetry and what it means has been  beaten into 
the ground through the years.
    "Past your homework  up front please."  Walking around my desk and 
gathering the papers from  each row of students.  Taking them back and placing 
them on my desk,  figuring I would work on them before going home like usual. 
 Walking to the  teacher's lounge and using the facilities and then making 
a cup of coffee and  bringing it back to my classroom.  Working on the 
papers for a couple  of hours and then looking at my cell phone seeing it is time 
to head for  the lecture on Rainbow Life at Vassar College in  Poughkeepsie.
    Taking my blood  pressure meds and chasing them with water from the 
bottle on my desk, then  gathering up my papers to finish at home much later on 
tonight.  Feeling a  bit light headed as I walk down the stairs to the 
basement.  Then becoming  disoriented as the lights go out as I am walking past 
the rooms dedicated to the  heating and A/C and plumbing and 
electrical.......the domain of the maintenance  and janitorial staff.
    The lights  flickering now as I walk, slowly, leaning against the wall 
my head spinning and  eyes becoming unfocused.  Wondering if I am having a 
heart attack or a  stroke.  My hand reaching into my hand bag for my  phone. 
    And feeling a bit of  reassurance as I hear a voice,"  Ms Rust are you 
okay?  The soft voice  seeming to be filled with concern.  Taking my arm and 
leading me into the  restroom.  Feeling another person grabbing my other 
arm as I feel  faint and my knees buckle sliding to the floor.
    "Ms Rust, Ms Rust  are you okay?".............the voice seeming to come 
from far away as I feel the  cool tiles against my legs.  Hearing voices as 
I lean against the wall of  the restroom.  Not able to understand what they 
are saying.  Feeling  myself lifted and half carried half dragged.  My feet 
dragging along the  floor, one then the other heel sliding off my feet.
    The feeling of a  cubicle walls, as I kneel on the cold tiled floor.  
Feeling my blouse being  unbuttoned, and my skirt also.  My blouse hanging 
loose and open in front,  my thin bra lifted and pulled up over my breasts 
bunching under my  armpits.  My skirt being tugged down to puddle around my 
knees as I  kneel.  The feeling my face being pulled forward and my back 
bending as I  kneel in front of the commode. 
    Struggling to open  my eyes, but not focusing then as they feel heavy.  
Seeing a blurred form  in front of me and then feeling the warmth of flesh 
against my face.  My  mind slowly digesting the information from my senses 
and realizing that my face  is being pressed to the naked body of a female.  
Feeling the puffy lips  against my mouth, the strong musk filling my nose.
    "Lick Ms Rust.   You like the taste of pussy don't you?  Feeling my 
hair being pulled hard  from behind, my head lifting as I am pressed lower on 
my knees.  The warm  pussy lips against my lips as think how wrong this is.  
Not able to form  words other then, "no, no, no.........please no.........". 
 My head being  raised and lowered by my hair, my face pressing along the 
slit, feeling moisture  on my face as my cheeks rub on the swollen wet  
labia.............
    "You don't like that  taste, now we know better then that Lezzie.  Lick 
my fucking cunt you queer  bitch."  My face being rubbed into the 
smothering flesh of the  cunt.
    "Encourage  her,"  The voice not speaking to me, but to someone behind 
me.    Feeling fingers reaching under and between my thighs.  My thong 
pushed to  the side and the fingers pushing at the dry opening my pussy.  The 
feeling  them withdrawn and then feeling wet fingers being pushed against my  
entrance.  The fingers working into the opening and stroking my cunt from  
behind.  A hand moving around my bare waist and finding my clit in the  folds 
of my puss.  rubbing knowingly on my pearl.  As the person in  front of me 
reaches forward and teases my already half hard nipples.  They  becoming long 
and thick as the sensitive flesh engorges with blood.  My  hips jerking 
involuntarily and my walls squeezing on the small fingers working  in my cunt.  
 Moaning as I feel my body becoming aroused to their  touch.  My hips 
rocking against he fingers. 
    "Lick me  lezzie."  My tongue sliding from between my lips and touching 
the swollen  cunt lips.  My lips kissing as my tongue licks, as I ride the 
fingers  inside of me.  Feeling the juices and tasting them now as the pussy 
under  my mouth responds to my oral adoration.  "That's it cunt,  
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,"   feeling the body lifting to my  mouth.........forcing the fat 
pussy lips against my face, as the female rubs  against my face.........tasting 
the creme of her release on my tongue.   Licking avidly at the wet pussy.
    My mind not  functioning now, just a bundle of nerve endings, messages 
being exchanged  between my brain and the rest of my body.  My own walls 
contracting now as  I ride the fingers to an orgasm.......my juices leaking out 
on the fingers and  hand working my puss.
    "Pull her out of the  stall, and she can lick you also."  Feeling 
myself being dragged backwards  by my hair, sliding and out into the open area of 
the restroom.  Feeling  another pussy being rubbed on my face, my tongue 
and lips licking at the hot  fevered lips.  Hearing the female groan.  And 
then another pussy  against my face.  My eyes trying to see but only seeing 
blurred  images.  Three or four girls standing around me, each taking a turn 
using  my mouth to attain an orgasm.  The feeling fingers  roughly probing me  
from behind, and then a warm cock being thrust into my slick cunt lips.   
The head splitting them apart neatly as I am still licking on the cunt of a  
female.  Moaning against the pussy as the cock fucks me from  behind. 
    Hearing the laughter  of the girls around me, as the cock works into my 
puss and pushes deep into my  cunt.  "She won't be able to say she is a 
Lesbian now, she is at  least bi-sexual."  The giggling echoing in the room.  
Groaning into  the sloppy wet cunt against my face, as I feel the cock in my 
tunnel swelling  and knowing he is emptying  his seed into my cunt.  Feeling 
the cock  deflate a little and then slip out of me.  His seed leaking out 
as the plug  is pulled.
    The girl moving away  and feeling the cock being thrust against my lips 
and mouth,  Being cleaned  by my lips and tongue, as I feel myself being 
finger fucked again from  behind.
    Hearing the girls  laughing evilly as I hear the long 
ppssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" of  someone peeing and then more.  Being dragged on my 
knees across the floor  and my head place into a "urinal"  my face feeling 
the water tepid and  stinking of piss as my face is coated with the urine.  
Coughing and gagging  as my face is held to the shallow water.  Kneeling 
weakly as my hands are  dragged up in the air behind me, forcing my face into 
the nasty piss.  Then  feeling something being shoved into my pussy.  Not as 
thick as a cock, but  long and hard.  Feeling it being twisted and stroked in 
and out.  Then  feeling it being inserted into my rectum.  The slick tip 
coated with my  cunt juices, forcing its way past my rosebud into my colon.  
Jerking as I  am held face to the water, trying to escape the slowly 
penetrating shaft.   Sputtering as I protest, my scream muffled by the water.  
Finally the  intrusion stopping, feeling the shaft deep in my ass.  My legs 
trembling as  I kneel on the hard floor.
    "Now Ms Rust, we  know you are a lezzie cunt, and we don't like queers 
in our school.  But  after feeling your skills as a cunt lapper, we are 
going to let you stay.   And you will take care of us with no questions asked, 
or we will expose you for  what you are.  I have some nice pictures of you 
licking our pussies and you  being fucked from behind............and yes, we 
will add some of these pictures  to the collection."
    "You have been  drugged as you have guessed and will come out of it in 
an hour or  so.........think on what we have said here and maybe you will be 
able to stay in  this school.   We will leave some pictures in your desk 
for  tomorrow."
    Hearing the  footsteps on the tile floor receding in my limited senses. 
 Then kneeling  on my own, and finally collapsing  to the floor to lay 
mostly naked on my  side.  Hands pulling at the shaft in my ass and finally 
passing out on the  floor of the rest room.  Waking up and feeling nauseous,  
pulling  myself up and vomiting into the urinal.  Looking around and seeing a 
toilet  plunger on the floor next to me.  Vaguely remembering the item 
inserted in  my ass.  Knowing what it was now.  My clothes strewn around the 
floor  and my body and face sticky and crusted with cum.  My whole self smelling 
 of piss.  My hair damp and hanging wetly.
    Trying to pull my  clothing together and wash myself off as I hang onto 
the sink my head still  light and spinning.  Finally looking disheveled, 
and stinking of urine,  pushing open the exit door in the basement and 
stepping into the parking  lot.  Reaching into my purse to find my cell phone and  
keys.
    Looking at the time  and hoping I can get home before my room mate.  
Just coming out of the  shower as Alana walks in the door.  Still weak and 
pale as I explain how I  feel sick and for her to go out without me. 
    The long night  turning into a tired morning as I dress and head to 
school.  Not sure  what I will find as I walk into the school building and to 
my class room.   Opening my desk and finding pictures of a tall dark haired 
woman, kneeling  between the legs of girls in Catholic school uniforms.  
Seeing that the  hair and upper body are similar to me; but the hips are not 
mine and the nose is  small, not mine.  Then leafing through to see the 
pictures of last  evening.  No faces other then mine, as I lick at the bare cunts, 
wet with  moisture.  Then the final pictures of me with my head in the 
urinal and a  plunger shoved in my ass.
    Sitting down and  trying to breath,  sitting for long moments, trying 
to reason out what  happened.  Yes, they found out I am lesbian; but how and  
why.
    Just going through  the motion of having my classes read as I sat and 
corrected papers.  Each  class quiet as I look around the room slowly, 
wondering if any are the  culprits.
    Then last class of  the day, sitting watching the students read, and 
catching one girl opening her  legs to expose her naked pussy.  Looking up at 
her face, seeing her smile,  then stand up and walk to my desk.  " Ms Rust, 
I need to talk to   you."  Stepping closer and whispering in my ear. " I 
want you to go  down to the rest room and I will meet you there.  I need you to 
lick  me."
    Looking up at the  girl, feeling the flush on my face and chest.  Then 
standing up and leading  the girl to the restroom................
    
    
    
    
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