Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 06:44:31 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: Back to School Pt 7

Nanny3: Back to School Pt 7 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness

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Part 7

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As she padded on her bare feet down the nearly empty hall, Athena Valentine
strove to pretend that her semi-nude state at a public high school was
perfectly normal.  She coolly ignored the looks of surprise and rude
comments she received from the few students remaining in the halls.  When
she passed classrooms which still had their doors open, she heard the
eruption of wild male shouting and what sounded like a stampede of students
rushing for the doors, before their surprised teacher was able to gain
control of the class once again.  She smiled grimly to herself whenever
such things happened.  Guys were such pigs.  Even the school's adult hall
monitors stared open-mouthed in silent disbelief as they watched her
passing.

But no matter what happened, she remained outwardly calm.  Her carriage
erect and shoulders back, she walked proudly through the halls.  This was
still her school, her attitude seemed to say, and she could do whatever she
wanted.

But deep inside, Athena was frantically searching for a way out of this
terrible dilemma.  She simply could not finish the day dressed (ha!) in a
small bikini and a short beach robe.  Normally, she was the best dressed
person here, and now she was the least!  What could she do?

If only she didn't feel so sexy and...and vulnerable.  It was so
disturbing.  How could she concentrate on anything when the just the slight
movement of her breasts in the inadequate bikini top was causing chills to
go up and down her spine?  And as her bare thighs rubbed together!  Oh, my!
A fantastic warmth existed between her legs.  Her sex simmered on and on,
refusing to quiet down.  Athena wondered if she was losing control of her
body again, and, considering the terrible things that always seemed to
happened to her the last time her body developed a mind of its own, it
scared her.  Still, in spite of her fear at the possible consequences, her
over-active body was all she could think about.  Athena had never felt so
confused.  It was as if her normally sharp mind was enveloped in a thick
fog.  No matter that there was so much for her still to do today, all she
really wanted was someone to...to help relieve her of this terrible
pressure that was growing inside her.  The thought of how that crazy,
wonderful Paige kissed her between her legs in the shower was fresh in her
mind.  Regardless of all that had happened to her so far on this very
strange day, it was that simple act of...of friendship which caused her
feel all warm and melted inside.  Athena felt terrible, because all she
wanted at this moment was for the young girl to continue her strange action
until she melted into a puddle of pure bliss.

Here she was, racing semi-naked to class down the wide, empty hall and all
she could really think about was for a girl, practically a child, to
perform an unnatural act on her.  How crazy was that?

But she was not some over-sexed, confused teen who was unsure of her
sexuality.  Athena was certain she was not one of those women who...who
prefer other women, just because she could not stand guys (the animals!).
Of course she was straight!  To ensure that it was true, Athena said it
softly aloud, "I'm...I'm straight," but even to her ears her voice oddly
lacked conviction.  "I'm straight," Athena whispered as she tried again,
tears forming in her eyes.  "Oh, God, I'm straight."

She shook her head it dismay.  Now was not the time to get into some weird,
emotional nosedive.  She had to find a way to clear her head!  There were
so much more important things to worry about.  She was a responsible adult
here on an assignment vital to her aspiring career as an undercover
investigator, and nothing must interfere with that.  She had to find
something else to wear, something somewhere which gave her a little more
protection, even if only from herself.  Even her sweaty gym clothes would
be far more preferable to being seen semi-naked like this.  That is, they
would have been if she had stupidly not lost those as well.

Athena realized quite well that if she went into class like this, she'd be
completely humiliated.  She checked the clock on the hall wall.  Oh, no!
Class had been going on for 15 minutes and she still had not checked in
with Bohon yet!

Several halls later, Athena stood outside of her American History class and
took a deep calming breath.  She opened the door just enough to see through
the crack.  Mrs. Bohon was walking around the class as usual, talking about
post-Revolution life in America.  A half-podium had been placed on an
unused desk in the front for those giving today's reports, and a slide
projector was present in the back of the room.

"Darn that woman," Athena muttered under her breath.  "At least she could
stay near the front of the class like everyone else."  Now she would have
to try and discretely attract the teacher's attention from across the room.

Gathering her courage, Athena opened the door a little wider and inserted
her face through the narrow opening.  "Hisst," she said softly.  "Hisssst."

A few students in the front turned in her direction, but Mrs. Bohon
continued her exposition.

"Hisssssst!" Athena said, a bit more loudly this time.  More students
turned towards the increasingly frustrated reporter.

"My God!," she thought.  "Is the stupid woman deaf?"

Athena stamped her right foot in anger, and tried again.

"HISS!  HISS!" she repeated loudly.

By now the entire class was staring at her, everyone that was except for
Mrs. Bohon.  Athena was looking for something to throw at her (perhaps an
eraser on the forehead would do the trick, the stupid cow), when she
noticed that Mrs. Bohon had finally stopped talking.

The teacher sighed heavily, then said, "All right.  Has the radiator sprung
another leak, or is someone trying to attract my attention?"

"Yes!  Duh!" said a thoroughly exasperated Athena in the doorway.

The teacher finally turned to look at her.  "Ah, Miss Valentine.  Late as
usual."

"I need to speak with you."

Mrs. Bohon motioned for Athena to come towards her, but Athena just shook
her head from side to side in refusal.

"In private!" the reporter said imperiously.  Didn't that silly woman know
who really was in charge around here?  Every male in the school died each
time she just looked sloe-eyed at them.  Even the school's principal, a
woman, cared for her enough to take time from her busy schedule just to be
with her.

"Miss Valentine.  You may either stay in the hall and take your 'F' for the
course, or you can come in, take your seat, and join the rest of us.  The
choice is yours, but make it now.  I'm busy."

"Damn," muttered Athena.  This wasn't working out at all.  She opened the
door completely, entered the room, and closed the door loudly behind her.

A gasp of surprise went up from the students as she made her way slowly to
her seat.  Athena was not going to rush for anyone!  Coolly looking about
the room, she saw that the class was full for a change.  "That's just
great!" she thought bitterly.  "Today they all show up!"

When she reached her seat, she sat, being careful that her worn robe
covered her bare legs as much as possible, which, she noticed unhappily,
wasn't very much at all.

Athena stared straight in front of her, and pretended the rest of her
classmates did not exist.

"Care to tell us about it, Miss Valentine?"

"Nothing to tell," Athena replied haughtily.  Who did this woman think she
was, anyway, making fun of her like this?

"We're waiting," Mrs. Bohon said patiently.  She would get this haughty
young bitch if it was the last thing she ever did.

"Well, the...the school's Movie Club is planning on showing the...the old
"Beach Party" movies in the auditorium during lunch, and they of course
asked me to...help them organize and...and to advertise the event."

"I see," Mrs. Bohon said dubiously, as the class snickered.

This was one of Athena's bad classes, an all-girl class intended for
freshman and sophomores.  In fact, this course was made up mainly of the
younger girls who were also part of her disastrous gym class.  The more
they giggled and laughed, the more agitated Athena became.

"It's true!" cried Athena, hurt at being treated this way, even if it was
one of her more outrageous lies.  In most of her other classes, everything
she said was taken automatically as the truth.  But not here, never here!
Damn that Bohon!  Always laughing at her, bossing her around in front of
the other students as if she wasn't special at all.

And now the woman was practically calling her a liar, and in front of these
children, too.  The fact that she was lying mattered to her not at all.  In
her confused mind, it became a point of principle that she was not
automatically believed and all of her other worries were for the moment
forgotten.

Trying hard not to lose her temper, Athena got up from her seat and tried
to explain it all again to the skeptical Mrs. Bohon.  She became so
involved in her story that she did not notice a slim hand reach out and
pull on the fastening of her sash.  The sash opened and, because
Mrs. Nelson had earlier pulled the sash free of the retaining loops before
refastening it, the cloth belt fell silently to the floor, where it was
quickly picked up by another feminine hand and hidden away.

The robe fell open and Mrs. Bohon's right eyebrow raised slightly.  The
girls who were with Athena in gym that morning nudged their disbelieving
friends.  "See," they said.  "What did we tell you about that stuck-up
bitch Valentine?  As soon as the teacher left, she stripped in the middle
of gym and did herself in center court!  Right in front of the entire
class!!"

As her carefully orchestrated life seemed to be once again spinning out of
control, Athena tried again to show them all who they were dealing with.
In a characteristic gesture, she placed her hands on her hips and began to
scold the class for not believing her.  It was a look she had practiced in
front of a mirror many times at home while wearing one of her beautiful
suits.  Her hands would sweep an open jacket back dramatically as they
turned into determined fists resting on her shapely hips.  She believed
that this look gave her an air of authority and power, while at the same
time served to distract any males (the pigs) with her perfect body.  It was
a look that never failed her at Elizabeth Borden.

Until now.

It her confusion and anger, Athena forgot that she was not wearing a
regular suit at all, but was instead wearing a small ratty robe that was
already missing its sash over a much too-tiny pink bikini.  The quiet gasps
of surprise and awe that Athena heard were not, as she thought with
satisfaction, the class reacting to her arguments.  The sounds were
actually the students reacting to the self-exposure of that fantastic
tanned body!  The stuck-up, very proper Miss Athena Valentine was once
again deliberately showing herself!

Unthinking in her righteous anger, her golden breasts quivered deliciously
as they bulged above the tiny pink triangles of the suit's top.

As Athena, unaware of the display she was making of herself, continued her
sexy tirade, she moved in front of a thin girl with thick glasses.  The
girl had been staring fascinated at the pink bikini bottom's large floppy
bows at each side of Athena's shapely hips.  She remembered her last sight
of the senior, laying naked on the floor of the gym with the Three Amigos
standing over her.  Much later, when she had gotten up her courage and
asked one of the Amigo's if the senior was all right, the Amigo had told
her that they played these games with the 'famous' Athena Valentine all the
time.  She was shocked to hear that, but did not for a moment accept what
she had heard as being true, until now.  The senior's shameless exposure
and the other girls' knowing expressions at Athena's actions certainly
confirmed what she had been told.  The girl couldn't believe how fooled she
had been by the senior.  She had wasted her sympathy on this cruel yet
astonishingly beautiful slut.

In her anger at being so duped, the girl reached out a hand and pulled the
exposed bow string over Athena's left hip.

The bow fell apart easily, but the fastening still loosely held.
Disappointed, when Athena turned to walk up the aisle the girl quickly
pulled on the other bow.  It also easily unravelled but still somehow held
together.

"That Athena has all the luck," she thought.

Mrs. Bohon now saw how loosely Athena's bottoms were fastened, and decided
that it was time to have a little fun with the superior Miss Valentine.

Mrs. Bohon help up her right hand.  "Enough, Miss Valentine.  I think since
you're so eager to give us all a lecture, you can be the next one to give
your report."

"But, Mrs. Bohon!" Athena howled in protest.  She panicked, knowing her
report was lost under the bleachers.

The entire class just sat and giggled.  They could hardly wait to see if
the school's queen would humiliate herself again.

"What's wrong?  Isn't your report done?  You know what will happen to you
if it isn't, don't you?"

Athena was flooded with vivid memories of herself being stuck and dropping
her report at the gym this morning.  She thought about telling Mrs. Bohon
that she had really lost it under the bleachers, but then she'd want to
know how it happened, and Athena could never tell anyone about that!

"Yes, ma'am, I know," Athena said weakly.  "I'm ready."

"Good.  Get your things ready, and would you get the lights, please?"
Mrs. Bohon asked.

"Can't you have someone else do it," Athena whined.

"Miss Valentine, the world does not revolve around you, so I suggest if you
would like to join us and pass this class you WILL get the lights,"
Mrs. Bohon snapped at the pretty senior.  "I'll get the projector."

Athena had looked at the report only once, and didn't understand any of it.
The old Athena Valentine, proud student, could have done it with ease, but
the new, improved Athena Valentine had no time for such trivial pursuits
such as studying and reading.  Now she had to give a report, and sound
confident while doing so, as if she was reading it.  She comforted herself
with the though that at least there were the slides that Mrs. Bohon said
she would provide on that period in American history.  She would just look
at them, and between what she'd read in the past, and the slides, she
should be able to fool anyone, especially this crowd of idiot children.

"Oh, and would you please cover yourself. We all know how pretty you are."

The whole class burst into laughter as Athena just stood numbly for a
moment.  She looked down and for the first time noticed how open her robe
had become.

"Eeeek!" she screamed as she scrambled to close the robe and retie the
cloth belt.  But to her consternation the belt was gone!

Holding the robe tightly closed with both hands, she started looking
frantically around the floor for the missing belt, but was stopped abruptly
by Mrs. Bohon's sharp, "Athena!"

Athena sheepishly looked at her teacher.  "What could have happened to my
belt?" she wondered in dismay.

"Get dressed later," commanded Mrs. Bohon.  "Do the lights and your report.
Now."

Athena swallowed hard as she walked up the aisle and over to the light
switches by the door.  She turned off the lights, and the projector in the
back immediately started up.

"Anytime," said Mrs. Bohon from the back.

"Yes, yes," Athena muttered nervously as she started towards the
half-podium.  It was during her second step that she felt her bikini
bottoms fall away from her hips.

"AH!" she cried and stopped, as her bikini was caught, dangling between her
thighs.

"Let's go, up there!" boomed Mrs. Bohon.

"Ohhh!  But my...my...ooohhh!" Athena whimpered.  She clamped her legs
together, terrified of completely losing her swim suit bottom in front of
the entire class.  She could not understand how the knots had gotten loose,
when she had tied them so tightly!

"That's it!  Okay, who's next?" asked Bohon.

"No!  Wait!" Athena cried and shuffled quickly to the podium.  Helpless,
she felt her bottoms slowly fall from between her legs and onto the floor.
"Damn!  At least it's dark, and no one should notice, especially with me
behind the podium," she thought.  "I can always snatch them up sometime
during the presentation."

Heart pounding, she stood behind the protective half-podium.  It rose to
just below her chest, but with her robe that didn't really matter.  She was
still covered in spite of everything and that was all that mattered at the
moment.  But it affected her in ways she did not understand, being so
exposed in front of everyone.  The air on her bare mound and hips was
making her head spin!  She felt so vulnerable under the short robe!  Yet
she really did not have to worry, she told herself.  She was completely
protected in front of the class, still covered where she needed to be.

It was kind of sexy in fact, being up here like this in front of everyone,
especially her nemesis Bohon.  Her mouth dry, Athena deliberately put
trembling hands on the sides of the podium and, with nothing to hold it
closed, her robe opened slightly.  "That will show them!" she thought in
delirious triumph.  The Superior Woman is still in charge!

It showed them more then she realized.  The desks in that room were only
writing platforms, and were completely opened underneath.  Her shaved pussy
was now totally exposed in the shadow thrown by the podium, a fact that was
quickly noticed by the students in the front of the room.  Athena wondered
about the sudden mass movement of everyone to the center rows, but decided
they were just getting into a good spot to listen to her better.  She was
after all the best speaker in the class, if not the school!

"All right, Athena, you may begin," Mrs. Bohon said with an oddly choked
voice.

The teacher had noticed what that silly stuck-up bitch had done and being
alone in the back of the darkened classroom it took all of her self-control
not to start touching herself.  That damn Athena was so hot!  Mrs. Bohon
didn't blame her students a bit for finding a better seat to watch the
high-and-mighty Miss Valentine make a sexy fool of herself.  However, it
didn't help her self-control any after being told by Nelson that the girl
was really a reporter who should be given some special experiences with
which to illuminate her story!

"Oh, baby," Mrs. Bohon said softly.  "What experiences I'm going to give
you!"

She saw that one girl, Patty, the principal had also talked to must have
had a similar idea about new experiences, because in the confusion of the
students finding new seats, the girl had snuck behind the totally oblivious
reporter and was now sitting on the floor directly behind her!

Athena waited for the first slide to come up.  "The War of 1812 was between
the United States and Great Britain," she said in her best
lecture-to-idiots manner.

What was she so worried about?  This was going to be so easy!  All she had
to do was wait for the next picture to show and then say a few things about
it.  Athena was surprised she remembered as much as she did about a report
she had scribbled together at the last minute.

Seated on the floor, Patty Kelly waited patiently for Athena and the rest
of the class to settle in.  When the class had all moved to the center
rows, she had quietly slid off her chair and crawled along on all fours
until she was directly behind the regal Miss Valentine.

"A-as you c-can see...," Athena told them, as she tried to calm herself.
Something had just brushed up against her bare leg.

"Is everything all right, Athena?"  Mrs. Bohon asked.

"Yes, sorry.  I'm j-just a little n-nervous," Athena answered as something
brushed against her again.  Quickly she looked down, but after staring
directly into the projector's lamp she couldn't see a thing in the shadows
below her.  If it happened again, she'd be ready for it this time.  It was
probably just a fly crawling on her leg.  But, God, how she hated small
things crawling on her.

Patty ran her hands lightly higher and higher up the bare legs.  Not hard
or fast enough to make Athena jump, but certainly noticeable enough to make
Athena squirm behind the little podium.

Athena tried to concentrate on the slides and giving her report.  But now
there were two flies running around on the insides of her thighs.  She
tried to brush the damn things away but the minute she brought her hand up
they would return, and crawl a little higher.

"Now in this slide we can see General Patton . . . "

"Athena?"

"Yes?"

"I don't think General Patton was in the war of 1812, do you?"  Mrs. Bohon
questioned.

To Athena's chagrin the whole room giggled and laughed.

"No ma'am.  I meant to say General Jackson."  God, why did she say
something that stupid?  Those damn flies were driving her crazy.  Athena
reached down again and tried to brush them away.

At the same time, Patty reached up and grabbed the sides of Athena's robe
and pulled it open, baring all of Athena's shapely front.  Only the
distracted reporter's breasts were still covered by the two triangles of
her pink bikini top glowing in the light of the projector.

Athena was having more and more trouble concentrating.  She wiggled her
ass, and shook one leg then the other in trying to keep the damn flies off
her legs.  She was almost dancing as she tried to keep those nasty bugs off
of her, completely unaware of the display her jiggling breasts were giving
to the delighted Mrs. Bohon and her classmates.

Patty had watched from behind as the senior loosened her robe.  She was
been having a wonderful time exploring the Athena's perfect body, making
the stuck-up bitch squirm, but it was time to really humiliate the
reporter.  She bunched the thread-bare terry-cloth in both fists and made a
sharp pull down!

Suddenly, Athena's precious robe fell off of her shoulders and slid down
around her arms!  "EEK!!" Athena screamed in shock at her sudden exposure.
Panicking, she let go of the podium and tried to cover herself, but since
the decent of the robe was only stopped by her extended arms, as soon as
Athena let go of the podium the robe fell swiftly to the floor!

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!" she thought frantically as she clung to the small
podium.  "They'll see me!  They'll see me!  How could I be so stupid as to
pull it off?  It's not fair!  I just wanted to open it a little, that's
all!  Now how can I get it without showing myself?"

"Okay, Miss Valentine," Mrs. Bohon said huskily.  "You're not finished
yet."

"W-what?" Athena gasped as she stiffly stretched to the side for her robe.

"I said stand up and finish your report."

"But my...my...!"

"Finish it!"

"But this...this isn't fair!" a teary-eyed Athena protested as she stood
straight behind the half-podium.  "I'm not even...even..."  But Bohon
wouldn't even let her try to explain the bizarre situation of suddenly
being half-naked!

"Even what?  I'm tired of you, Athena.  Like a spoiled brat, you've been
having tantrums and pouting about not getting your way ever since you came
here.  It's time you grew up."

Stung, Athena wiped the tears from her eyes.  No stupid teacher, especially
Bohon, would tell Athena Valentine that she was immature!

"Well?  What have you to say?  What's your big problem this time?"

"N-nothing.  Nothing's wrong.  Never mind," Athena muttered softly.  Under
her breath, Athena added, "Bitch."

Athena realized she was trapped!  Tormented by flies, she was trapped
half-naked in front of a class full of children and a teacher, all of whom
hated her out of pure jealousy.

Her only out was to explain what had happened to her clothes (as if she
knew), but she couldn't do it!  Not now, not ever.  She could not let the
entire class know about her ridiculous predicament, of how she had lost her
clothes yet again.  It was too humiliating!  She was Athena Valentine, the
Superior Woman.  She would rather die first then let these children or
Bohon laugh at her any more.

But as she tried to return to her report, her mind refused to function.
Now, not only was she half-naked in front of a room full of children, the
nasty flies crawling on her bare skin were really driving her crazy!  The
creepy things were all over her naked hips and legs, and none of her
shaking and twitching helped.  In fact it just seemed to encourage them
even more!

"Athena, is there a problem?  You seem a little nervous.  Are you going to
finish or not?"

"N-no, I'm f-f-fine," a frantic Athena replied.  "I'm...I'm just, ah,
waiting for the next slide."

Oh God!  The flies!  The flies!  The flies were very busy on her exposed
flesh.  There were two groups of the insects now.  One group was taking
delight walking over her bare pussy mound, the second was dancing over her
firm buttocks.  Her flesh trembled uncontrollably under their touch but
there was nothing she could do to stop them.

It wasn't just their touch the bothered her, it was how they were touching
her.  Athena was finding herself becoming strangely excited.  Being almost
undressed in front of the class while being helplessly teased by flies was
causing her body to react outrageously.  In spite of the natural revulsion
of her perfect body being touched by the terrible insects, their constant
and rather intimate touches were driving Athena Valentine out of her mind!

Athena slowly shook her head in a hopeless effort to clear it.  The report!
She had to finish the report!  She was determined to ignore the stupid
flies, ignore everything in fact and finish this report from Hell if it was
the last thing she ever did.

Patty slowly ran her fingers along the inside of Athena's left thigh.  With
her free hand she gently squeezed the tight cheek of the left buttock
between her fingers.

"Now...now in this n-next slide you can see the...Oh!...the Japanese..."

"Athena, There were no Japanese in the War of 1812.  Are you sure you wrote
a report at all?"

"Yes, of c-course I-I did," Athena said.  She almost screamed when it felt
like someone had squeezed her ass.  Oh God!  Flies have pincers?!?!  She
wanted to look down, but knew if she did she would see nothing but hideous
insects, and if she actually saw them crawling over her precious body, she
would certainly go mad and really would start screaming!

"Then, pray continue, Miss Valentine."

Athena tried to watch the slides and describe them, but it was impossible.
The flies were gaining substance.  The were becoming larger, almost like
hands!  Athena knew it was impossible, but the flies now felt like hands
moving over her heated flesh, touching and teasing her secret places.  She
was mad!  It was her over-wrought mind, playing tricks on her again.

"I'm alone!  I'm alone!" she thought desperately as the strange sensations
continued.  "It's only flies, God damn it!"

But then why did she suddenly feel such a desperate need to cum!  Without
being aware of it, Athena pushed her butt back against the mysterious
sensations

Patty continued to squeeze and caress the vulnerable flesh.

The imaginary hands were making her push her butt toward something that was
just in her mind.  God, it was happening again.  She was submerged in
terrible, wonderful sensations that were only in her overheated
imagination.  She was the only one up here.  Athena didn't even look when
she felt her top loosen and fall to the floor.  Her swollen breasts leaped
firm and proud into the room.  Athena had to keep her mind on her report.
She didn't have time to look down to see something that was only in her
mind anyway.

Athena didn't think it was possible, but with nothing touching her sex, she
was on the verge of cumming again.  She tried to think of nothing but her
report, but she couldn't.  The flies were back, and the imaginary hands had
pushed her almost to the edge.  She was so far gone she sensed them now
violating her, fucking her sopping cunt with gusto, and a melting Athena
could only spread her legs wider to increase the impossible yet fabulous
sensation.  She felt their tiny teeth nibbling her buttocks and she wanted
to cry out in joy at the wonderful sensation!

Patty knew Athena's time was almost up.  The girl had stuck her jerking ass
so far out behind her that the naked Athena was practically laying across
the small podium.  Every touch now caused the stripped reporter to react
with a quiet moan of pleasure.  Her slender fingers were plunging deep into
the tight, hot wetness of the bare cunt, the muscles clutching greedily at
them.  Her other hand worked the perfect ass cheeks that were so eagerly
thrust at her.  Unable to resist, she was even lightly biting the smooth
satiny flesh and Athena was doing nothing to protest this latest outrage to
her person.  In fact it just made her moan all the more!

It became obvious to the young girl that the forever perfect Athena
Valentine was clearly out of her mind!  Sadly, she had humiliated the
senior enough.  Mrs. Nelson had been very specific about that.  The
principal told her that she could do what ever she liked to this spy in
their midst to make her crazy, but regardless of what she did, Miss Athena
Valentine could never be allowed to have her Big O.  Someone else was going
to do that.

Patty had always wondered what another girl felt like down there, and she
had leapt at the chance to find out, especially as it involved humiliating
the high-and-mighty Athena Valentine in the process.  She wasn't gay, she
knew that, but still she always wondered.  Looking up at Athena's bare cunt
in the shadows, glistening heavily with her love juices, she realized the
reporter did have a pretty one at that.

"I wonder," Patty said softly as she reached up between the golden thighs
one final time.  Patty couldn't help herself.  She ran a finger through the
sexy folds, and then moved it across Athena's swollen clit.

"OH GOD NO!"  Athena shouted.  She pressed her thighs together and pressed
her hands protectively over her bare mound.  One of the flies had crawled
up and touched her erect clitoris!  Oh, God!  It was triggering a series of
tiny orgasms which were rippling deliciously through her hungry body.

"Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" Athena cried as the orgasms secretly pulsed within her.

"Athena, what's wrong now?" laughed Mrs. Bohon as she walked up to the
light switch.

Patty quickly scampered back to her seat just before Mrs. Bohon turned the
lights back on.

"Ohhh, I don't feel well," a completely dazed Athena whispered as she
swayed behind the small podium.  She prayed for the wonderful sensations to
return.  The accident with the fly had only made her hungrier.  Her body
was screaming for release.  The flies!  The flies!  What happened to them?
How could they do this to her?  Leave her like this, so unfulfilled?

Everyone saw Patty looking very pleased with herself as she sat in her
seat, but no one could guess why.  All they knew for certain was that
Athena Valentine had embarrassed herself once again in front of everyone.
She was now topless, yet stood there without a care, her fabulous breasts
proudly thrusting into the room with astonishingly erect nipples.  It was
just too exciting for words!

With very little idea where she was or what she was doing, Athena left the
protection of the podium and slowly went to her seat.  She only knew she
had to sit and collect her thoughts.

The class erupted wildly with shouts of glee at the sight of the beautiful
and totally naked senior walking down the aisle.  What Athena did not
realize was that in her confusion she chose the wrong aisle.  Her desk was
located two aisles to her left, but she went instead to an aisle on her
right.  To reach her desk she had to now walk the entire classroom of six
rows of desks, going down one aisle and up the next.

"Miss Valentine, where are your clothes?" asked Mrs. Bohon with
mock-astonishment at the stunning reporter.

"Maybe the show she's in is called 'The Emperor's New Clothes'!" laughed
Patty.

"Good point," Mrs. Bohon replied with an evil grin.  Time to have a little
fun with the reporter.  "Okay, everyone.  Check Miss Valentine to see if
she is wearing invisible clothes!"

Hands began to touch the golden flesh as a glazed-eyed Athena walked by.
Timidly at first, with a quick touch or poke, then with an increasing
boldness, the firm tanned skin began to be openly caressed.

Athena took no notice of anything going on around her. Instead of
lessening, all she knew was that the terrible heat within her was still
with her, and seemed to be strangely increasing as well.  She was dreaming
of that magic moment when she found Paige crouched between her thighs in
the shower, licking her, tasting of her very essence.  "Oh, my!" she
thought guiltily.  "How wonderful that was!"  She knew it was only part of
her bizarre daydream, but she could still feel Page's hands all over her
proud body!  It was exquisite and Athena felt like purring!

>From her desk at the front of the room, Mrs. Bohon watched the fondling of
the beautiful reporter with increasing impatience.  So far no one had
touched Athena's breasts or hips.  "What's the matter with these kids,
anyway?" she thought.  "Do I have to show them how to do everything?"

Finally, as Athena was drifting up the second aisle, a hand flashed up to
tweak Athena's stiff left nipple!

"OH!" the befuddled reporter cried and stopped for a moment.  She closed
her eyes and fought to regain control again.  Page's wonderful touch had
almost brought her to climax, but Athena's churning mind could not accept
this!

"If I cum every single time Paige touches me, she'll know just how weak I
truly am.  It will be the Devereux family all over again!  My...my sex
madness could control me forever!  No!  I am Athena Valentine, the Superior
Woman.  I am in control!  I am in control!"

But the moment she started her journey once again, Athena could only think
of Paige and how her body was still reacting to the teen's touches even
now.  It only made Athena want her all the more.

Eagerly now, hands came up to work the high-set breasts, pulling and
twisting Athena's impudent nipples.  Other hands began to lightly spank and
pinch the jutting buttocks, while still others slyly slipped between
Athena's firm thighs to touch and enter the remarkably sopping cunt and
caress its delightfully bare mound.

Athena was soon walking slower and slower.  Her body was completely out of
control.  The terrible pressure was building even more than before, to
cum...to Cum...to CUM!

She fell to the floor and began crawling down the aisle, but the incredible
sensations never stopped!  Athena had no idea where she was going or why.
She only had an instinctive feeling that if she stopped, she would never
start again.  She would simply surrender herself forever to her own sex-mad
body and never turn back!

The class went wild as they watched the prim, always immaculate Athena
Valentine crawling naked on the floor, breasts swaying beneath her, pussy
slit being revealed as she slowly crawled across the classroom floor.
Sensing victory close at hand, knowing that they finally had the upper hand
over the senior, every student in the class used the opportunity to work on
the haughty Miss Valentine.  Many took their opportunity with a vengeance
and some more than once!  Lesbian or straight it did not matter.  The
beautiful Athena had gotten to them all.  Sex was in the very air and there
was no stopping what was to come.  The desks were pulled away and they
surrounded the helpless crawling figure, ready for the kill.

At her desk, Mrs. Bohon licked her lips and watched with wonder at what was
happening in her classroom.  She had a hand up her skirt and was carefully
pleasuring herself.

"Suspension?" muttered Bohon.  "Public disgrace?  Jail?  Who cares!  Let
them do what they want to me.  Watching this bitch finally get what's
coming to her will be well worth it!  Oh, yes!!"

As Athena slowly crawled, every orifice of her body was carefully and
lovingly violated.  Her dangling swollen breasts were pummeled and sucked
and squeezed endlessly, the nipples even more so.  "PLEASE!!" Athena
shouted from her sex-filled dreams to her unseen tormentors, but there was
no stopping, no turning back for the class.

The crawling figure stopped, unable to continue.  "Paige, oh, Paige," she
whispered, for what was left of her mind was only filled with the young
teen, holding her, loving her.  Paige was touching her as only Paige could
do, and Athena found she could resist the young girl no longer.  She had to
give in!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Athena as her body stiffened and a series
of monstrous climaxes began to sweep over her.  Some of the class jumped
back in shock, but the others never stopped their defilement of the proud
senior.  On and on the climaxes came, each more devastating then the last,
until the destroyed reporter could take no more and collapsed unconscious
upon the cold linoleum floor in a pool of her own sweat and juices.

*****

End of Part 7