The Golden Ring

He smiled evilly then, twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he gave a heavy yank, tearing them away from her along with her paint stained jeans, the material ripping asunder, leaving her loins tremblingly naked and defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench. "No! Oh, no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, a hand going, instinctively, down to cover her shame. "Open your legs… Bitch!" he grunted. "I don't want to get rough with you… But if I have to, I will!" "Leave me alone!" she flashed. "I-I just… can't…!" "You want your job, baby? Or do I tell old Crane how you tried to seduce me… and some of the kids?" "You… wouldn't…?!" She was aghast, visions of herself… a public accusation! "Try me!" the sadistic athlete chuckled. "Now, do you get those legs open or not?" Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, and she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the tanned, curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the thin pink slit, glistening hotly there in the moonlight, a golden ring of sparse, blonde hair lining the soft femaleness where the inner lips protruded, slightly, like a tiny, nether tongue peeping out ...»