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This is Part 7 to Nanny3.
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{ASSM}NEW: Nanny3: Back to School 7/? (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC
and Greatness


Standard Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction 
(honest!).  It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're 
not--then go away.  It is not intended for sale, but if 
you'd like to pass it around, feel free.  Just keep the 
header as is and all will be well.  Enjoy!
LCDRJMC


Part 7

* * * *

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. 

*****


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