Friday evening, Miriam bathed and changed from her sober wool suit she'd worn that day into a more informal short beige dress with buttons all down its front. She drove back to the high school building and arrived punctually at eight o'clock. The dance was being held in the downstairs cafeteria, which had a side entrance that opened out on the parking area reserved for the staff, but which already was lined with a few older cars and pickups she recognized as belonging to some of the students.
She could hear music as she walked inside the cafeteria, and saw that a five-piece rock group was warming up on the small stage near the back. They were obviously local talent, equipped with drums and electric guitars, and they were filling the low-ceilinged room with ear-splitting squeals, thumps, and twangs. Around the sides of the room, the usual dining tables and benches had been replaced by small round tables and folding chairs. On the tables were candles, the kind that were inside rose-tinted glass bowls, and the regular lights were dimmed almost to complete darkness, so that the cafeteria was bathed in a warm, romantically flickering glow. Bunting and streamers festooned the walls, and the snack-bar at the end had been converted into a gaily-decorated "bar", where a large crystal bowl of punch sat among stacks of glasses.
The dance was supposed to go from eight to midnight, and although there were some boys and girls standing around, Miriam didn't expect things to become fully swinging until eight-thirty or nine o'clock. She walked over to the punch bowl, and was dipping herself a glass of the non-alcoholic drink, when Harlow Cartwright and his wife came out of the door leading to the kitchen.
"On time, I see," the principal said, running his tongue around his lips. "Good. It looks better if the kids see us all in force when they arrive. Tones them down right from the start."
"You're not expecting trouble, are you?" Miriam asked nervously. "Surely the students wouldn't be…"
"Don't be naive," Cartwright interrupted. "They would try anything. They'll sneak in liquor or even drugs if we let them. Times have changed, and where we were taught to know our place, nowadays they think they can get away with murder."
"Yes, sir," Miriam replied, not wishing to argue with him.
"You haven't met my wife, have you? Agnes, this is our new English teacher, Mrs. Dodge."
Agnes Cartwright was a round-faced, chunky woman somewhere in her mid-fifties. She was at least half a foot shorter than her husband, wore her coarse, graying hair in an old-fashioned bun, and layered cheap makeup over her age-lines and the sagging flesh of her cheeks. Her small, moist dark eyes bore an uncompromising expression, making her remind Miriam of the old pictures of Victorian suffragettes axing saloons and other devilish places.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," the woman said, appraising the blonde-haired teacher critically. "Harrow's description of you didn't do you justice. You seem so much younger and… prettier than he'd let on."
Her wet eyes continued to bore hostilely into Miriam with cold penetration. Miriam felt extremely uncomfortable, and she tried to think of an excuse to leave them. "Perhaps I should wait by the door," she suggested. "I could greet the students as they came in."
"Good idea," Cartwright said, nodding. "That way you can give them a quick glance to see if they're carrying any bottles or not. Damned marijuana, though. I can't find a way of stopping them from smoking short of stripping them down to their skin."
"Yes," his wife added. "You keep a sharp eye out, Mrs. Dodge. If you see anything or have any trouble, you find Harlow, you hear?"
"I'll know how to deal with those young whippersnappers," Cartwright promised, his lips taut and thin.
Miriam took her glass of punch and hurried to the side door. God, what an old-fashioned, narrow-minded attitude the pair of them had! No wonder juvenile delinquency was as rampant as it was, with such deplorable people as the Cartwrights in charge of education. She'd hate to have to turn in a child who'd committed some silly little prank, for she could see that the punishment would outstrip the crime. No, if there were any problems tonight – she doubted that there would be – she would try to find a way of handling them herself.
The auditorium gradually filled, the students filing in long streams through the door beside Miriam before finding tables and beginning to dance. The time sped swiftly for the blonde, curvaceous teacher, and soon she found herself enjoying the young teenaged scene. The band kept a heavy, throbbing beat which seemed to infiltrate through her body, even though the five boys of the band were playing with more enthusiasm than professionalism. The dancing was of the modern style in the small, open clearing surrounded by the ring of tables, the couples gyrating in arm-waving, leg-twisting abandonment. She'd read somewhere that this was the current form of ancient African Tribal fertility rites; a type of make-believe, clothed sexual mating – and she could well believe it. Just standing by the door and tapping her foot in time to the music, she could feel a strange, light-fingered pulsing begin deep between her own thighs as though she were sexually responding to the heady, jungle-born rhythms.
Along about nine-thirty, when the room was thronged with kids she couldn't even remember the names of, Mark Trenton appeared at the door with his two buddies, Joey Gore and Don Watson. The sight of the three of them, especially young Mark, seemed to bring her back from her giddy enjoyment to grim reality with a sharp, shuddering jolt of pain.
"E-evening," Mark said in a low voice, turning his eyes away from meeting hers.
"Good evening, Mark," she replied calmly, even though his sudden presence was causing unexpected flutterings to ripple through her belly. "Didn't you bring a date for tonight?"
"Naw," Don Watson answered for the boy. "Ain't no girls we know pretty as you, Mizz Dodge."
"That's for sure," Joey chimed in. "You going to save us a dance, maybe?"
"I can't," she declined even though she loved to dance. "I'm supposed to be a chaperone here, not join in the fun."
"Aw, sure you can," Joey persisted. "All the teachers do. Look, even old Marble-hea – I mean, Mr. Cartwright – is having a fling."
Miriam turned to glance at the dance-floor, and indeed, the husky youth was right. Harlow Cartwright was holding his wife sedately at arm's length, attempting a jogging fox-trot to the music. She had a hard time stifling a giggle at the ludicrous sight. "Well, maybe later on then," she agreed. "I'll see how busy I am."
"Right on," Watson said. "I'll be looking forward to a dance, too. Come on, gang, I need some of that punch, first."
Mark Trenton didn't say a word, only following the other boys with his head hanging down sheepishly. Miriam watched the three of them disappear into the crowd, feeling a sigh of relief pass by her lips. God, poor young Mark must still be ashamed as she was of their naked coupling on her bed last Sunday morning. He was an innocent, sensitive boy, and it was obvious that he hadn't been able to bury what had happened in his mind and forget it any more than she had. Then, once more, the perverse memory of the lewd intercourse she had committed with him filtered once again through her head, reviving the tingling twitch between her thighs until she was forced to squeeze them tightly together in an effort to end the taunting sensations.
She was still squirming in her standing position at the door when Harlow Cartwright came up to her, his plump face reddened with exertion, and a fine sheen of sweat dotting his forehead.
"My, I see you haven't moved from your position, Mrs. Dodge," he said. "Conscientiousness is the mark of success, I always say."
"Thank you, sir, I thought it best to stay here, since you and your wife were inside," she said, wondering if the fat elder principal ever talked in anything but cliches. "I saw you dancing earlier. You made a distinguished couple, I must say."
"We did?" Cartwright beamed, adjusting his glasses. "Well, all work and no play makes Harlow a dull boy, I always say," and he chuckled at his bit of quaint humor. "Haven't you been dancing yet, a young woman like you?"
"No, I haven't. As I said, I thought I should…"
"Well," he interrupted, taking her arm, "we'll rectify that right now, while Agnes is in the kitchen. After all, everybody who's coming here has come by now. No sense you standing by the door all night."
Before Miriam could protest, the portly principal was pushing her through the students to the polished dance-floor. There she followed him in a simple two-step, grateful that the band had slipped into a slow number as a change of pace. She was surprised to find that despite his girth, the rotund man proved to be an agile and smooth dancer, and they were able to keep together. But unlike he had with his wife, Harlow Cartwright attempted to press his flabby bulk against her tightly, until she was certain that she could actually feel a hardening bulge in the front of his trousers pushing into her abdomen.
"Please," she said, endeavoring to loosen his hold upon her.
"What's the matter? Don't you like my dancing?" he grinned at her, and continued to clutch her to him.
"No, no it's not that," Miriam replied weakly, afraid of offending her employer. "It's just that it's awfully warm in here." She was certain that she could feel his penis begin to throb against her lower stomach, and she struggled to back away from the frighteningly obscene pressure which rubbed sensuously against her thinly covering dress.
"Please, Mr. Cartwright, we have to set an example for the students. They're looking at us…"
"Nonsense," he scoffed, his breathing growing heavy as the pulsating of his now obviously rock-hard shaft beat hotly into the soft flesh of her belly. "What do they know?"
Miriam was about to risk offending him and insist he let her go, when young Joey Gore approached and tapped her obnoxious partner on the shoulder.
"Yes?" the aroused little principal asked him curtly.
"Begging your pardon, Mr. Cartwright," the wiry, thin-faced youth said. "Your wife sent me to look for you. She wants you in the kitchen."
"Oh, she does, does she?"
"Yes, sir. She said to come immediately."
Cartwright glowered as he reluctantly removed his arm from around Miriam's waist.
"Don't ever get married, young man, or you'll be bullied for the rest of your life." And with a grunt, he turned and angrily walked away.
Joey Gore stepped in to take his place, holding Miriam in loose but firm confidence. "Figured you needed some help," he said, looking into her face. "So I went and told his wife on him."
"I'm glad you did," she replied, feeling a little confused by this odd turn of events. She could smell the odor of beer on his breath, and added: "But Joey, you shouldn't be drinking, you know."
"Sorry, Ma'am," he said, his face sobering quickly. "I just had a small one before coming here, that's all. Say, speaking of that, you look hot and thirsty. How about a glass of punch?"
"I would like some, at that," Miriam agreed. They stopped dancing as the band changed into a wildly jumping number, and Joey led her to where Don Watson and Mark Trenton were sitting at one of the small tables toward the back. As if he'd expected her to come, Joey handed her an already filled glass.
"Here you are, Mrs. Dodge. Don brought one too many back with him, so you might as well have it."
"Why, thank you," she replied, taking the glass and lifting it to her lips. She was thirsty, and the punch was very delicious. There seemed to be an odd flavor to this glass that hadn't been in her other one, but she dismissed it as being simply part of another batch made after hers.
"How about me having a dance now, Mrs. Dodge?" Don asked.
"Well, the music is awfully fast, and I've never learned how to dance the way you youngsters do."
"Heck, nothing to it. You just go out there and do your thing. That's what we all do. Nobody knows any particular steps. Come on, drink up and we'll give it a try, what do you say?"
"All right," Miriam said, smiling. "Why not?"
So she danced with him, and afterwards she danced with Joey again. Then came a succession of eager young boys, all wanting to have a chance of dancing with their English teacher. She found to her utter enchantment that when she did as Donald suggested and let herself go with the music, her natural instincts seemed to over-ride any hesitation she had from not knowing the proper steps, and soon she could dance with the best of the youths. She was having fun, more fun than she could remember since her own school days, and she jerked and undulated to the beat until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily. And in-between times, she gulped the refreshing punch that the two lewdly plotting boys had spiked. She drank it in quantity, never occurring to her that the drink had achieved its additional tang because they had added potent liquor.
Eventually it took its toll, however, and Miriam suddenly began to feel dizzy and in need of fresh air. She excused herself from the boy she'd been with at the moment and staggered slightly as she headed for the entrance door. There she stood for a long moment, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and drawing in deep breaths of the cool, pine-scented night air. God, she was acting as if she was drunk! What a fine way to behave! What would Mr. Cartwright say if he saw her the way she was right now?
"There you are," she heard a high-pitched voice behind her, and she turned to stare at Agnes Cartwright, who was framed in the cafeteria's dim light. "I was wondering where you'd wandered off to, after dancing the way you'd been."
Somehow the wife of the principal had made it sound as though she might have wandered away with one of the students. Miriam couldn't help blushing in spontaneous embarrassment. "I… I only thought I should mix with the children, Mrs. Cartwright," she said in an effort to defend herself. "The way you and Mr. Cartwright were doing earlier."
"We were dancing proper," the older woman sniffed haughtily. "But, like everything else, dancing's degenerated into evil ways."
"It's different, I'll say that," Miriam said. "But when I was in school, we used to do the Lindy and the Jitterbug, and now the couples don't even hold each other."
"Really," Agnes Cartwright said through her nose, lifting it parrot-like an inch or so. "My upbringing was God-fearing and decent. We never indulged in such fancy carrying-on in my circle."
Miriam compressed her lips in tight little rings of lipstick, angered by the holier-than-thou attitude and prudish contempt she felt she was being subjected to. The liquor in her made her want to say all sorts of things, but she knew that one wrong word could lead to a scene that would mean her dismissal. "Mrs. Cartwright," she began in arched, virtuous defense of her actions. "I hardly see…"
"That is obvious," the other woman snapped waspishly. "And a good-night to you, Mrs. Dodge." And with that, Agnes Cartwright turned on her heel and was gone, swallowed up by the dense crowd of students in the auditorium.
The now hotly incensed teacher could feel frustrated anger and resentment boiling through her like a well-stoked furnace. Who did that old biddy think she was? She had no right to insinuate she was acting immoral, no right at all! Why she had a good mind to go in there and tell that bitch where to get off anyway, and to hell with the consequences. She could certainly understand why Harlow Cartwright was interested in other women, after having to live with a wife like her for so long.
But the sudden thought of how he'd danced with her made Miriam mentally feel the impression of his long, hot penis jammed against her, and she shuddered at the thought of it again. It was obvious that she would have to be on guard every minute she stayed at this horrid school, not only against her own impulses, but against Cartwright's as well. As soon as she had enough money saved up, she would find another teaching position and leave Logansville immediately…
Mark Trenton interrupted her unpleasant stream of thoughts by charging out of the auditorium. Breathlessly, he shouted to her: "There you are, Mrs. Dodge! I've been looking all over for you!"
"Mark! What ever is the matter with you?"
"Not with me! With Don!"
"Don? Donald Watson?" She tried to get her wits together, her head still swimming from the alcohol-drugged punch. "What… What's happened to him?"
"We were… we were fooling around up in the gym, and he hurt himself!"
"Heavens! We better get Mr. Cartwright!" she said, aware of her own numbed inadequacy. "I don't think that I…"
"But you have to, Mrs. Dodge! Don't get Mr. Cartwright! Please don't get him! We weren't supposed to be up there!"
Miriam paused, thinking of the terrible opinion the older principal had of his pupils, and of the way his wife had just snubbed her. "All right," she said suddenly. "Where is Don, did you say?"
"Up in the gym, Ma'am! Come on!" Mark grabbed her arm, propelling her around the side of the building toward another, dark and unused entrance. "I'll show you the way!"
As they hurried, Miriam worked desperately to sober herself through mental concentration, but the results were not very good. She still had no idea why she was feeling as though she had been drinking, and the answers from Mark when she asked what had happened were evasive and only served to confuse her further. Something was terribly wrong with this whole picture, but in her liquor-dulled mind, she couldn't figure out quite what it was…
She followed the young boy, stumbling up the almost pitch-black stairs and across to the gymnasium on the first floor. "How… how much further?" she panted, her breathing beginning to tighten across her chest.
"Just on the other side of the gym, Mrs. Dodge. In the storage room where the tumbling mats are kept."
"Goodness, what on earth were you three boys doing there…?"
They came to the small closet-like room where all the athletic equipment was kept, and Mark threw open the door. "In there!" He gestured into the sweat-smelling, stiflingly cramped enclosure. Miriam could see the oafish Joey Gore standing beneath the room's single, exposed light, while at his feet was the moaning, prostrate form of Don Watson. My God, he needed a doctor, not a floundering, confused English teacher! Quickly she rushed to the "injured" boy, dropping to her knees beside him.
"What's the matter, Donald?" she asked anxiously, glancing along his body as he lay there looking up at her.
"It's m'leg, I think," he groaned, rolling his head.
Gently, she felt along the upper portion of his leg where she thought he had indicated. "Does it hurt when I touch it?" she questioned.
"No, not there…" he shook his head, a slow, wicked smirk stretching the corners of his mouth. "You've got hold of the wrong leg, teacher… It's this one!"
Abruptly, he reached down with both hands and pulled down the front of his already unzipped pants. Miriam gasped in surprised shock as she saw his hardened, stubby young penis leap out, its smallish, blunt head throbbing as though it were staring up at her with one tiny slitted eye.
Again she gasped, falling back upon her haunches as she stared in disbelief at the sight of him lying there, suddenly grinning lewdly and exposing his rigid young genitals up at her.
"What… what's the meaning of this outrage?" she demanded, snapping her eyes angrily from the taunting exhibition to the smirking face of Joey Gore standing over her.
"Why, Mrs. Dodge, Don's only trying to show you where he hurts," Joey said with mock seriousness. "Seems every time he sees you, he gets this pain in his cock, and…"
"Joey Gore!" Miriam exclaimed, her startled face burning with the livid red of her fury. "How dare you talk like that to me!" She stumbled to her feet, her body trembling with rage. "Mr. Cartwright's going to have a complete report of this, and so will your father. And Mark, I'm surprised that you would be part of this awful, awful…"
"Shut up," Gore suddenly snarled. He took a step toward her and caught her by the wrist, jerking her toward one of the thin, stained tumbling mattresses which lined the floor. He flung her down on it, snapping, "Don, lock the door so teacher can't get out!"
Miriam stumbled to one knee from the violence of his sudden, unexpected shoving. Her head spun with the force of his whip-like jerk, and she could only look up with dazed, terrified, eyes, her shock of the moment before giving way to the first stages of panic. She heard the storage room being locked with the hollow finality of a dungeon cell door, and she horrifyingly realized that she had virtually no chance of escape. The boys, young as they were could together easily overpower her even if she managed to unlock the door, and in this dark deserted corner of the school building, nobody would hear her muffled shouts for help. God, how right she'd been that something was wrong about Mark's urgent request! She'd been a fool, leading herself straight into a trap!
"But – why?" she heard herself ask feebly. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Well, you're a fine English teacher, Mrs. Dodge," Gore said, the handsome youth's lips peeled back sharply from his teeth. "But Mark says you're good at another more basic subject, so we thought we'd like to see just what you know."
"Mark! You… you didn't tell them!" she gasped.
"Yeah," the boy said, chagrined at first. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Dodge. It sort of slipped out." But in spite of his obvious shame for what he'd done, Miriam could see that there was a gleam of hungry arousal in Mark's dark young eyes, and a small, unhidable grin of licentiousness around his mouth.
Dear God, he was as much an animal as Joey or Don Watson! And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of his change from a once innocent child. She'd perverted him for her own desires last Sunday, and had taught him lust for lust's own sake without the tempering of mercy or compassion. She had nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her salacious lessons by an obscene three-fold vengeance!
Miriam heard the boys' laughing grunts, and a helpless sinking sensation gripped her insides as she speechlessly watched them strip themselves of their clothing before her. Her eyes remained fixed upon their naked youthfulness, her mind blanking from sensible reasoning as she stared at their virile passion-erect penises jutting lewdly out from their firm, hairless young abdomens.
"Don't… Please don't hurt me," she whimpered cringingly.
"I made them promise they wouldn't, Mrs. Dodge," Mark said reassuringly. "We just want a little fun with you, like I had. And Jesus, you sure seemed to like it then."
"That's right, teacher," Joey Gore added in a soothing voice. He moved toward her, lowering himself down to the mat to sit beside her. "You be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you. I mean… like this!"
Before Miriam knew what was happening to her, he was jerking her against his muscular, developing body, drawing his thick, long cock into the softness of her flesh as he crushed her tightly to him. Miriam wanted to fight, to scratch and tear herself free… But too suddenly for her to react against, he was kissing her, working his wet, pink tongue deep into her mouth while his friend Don laughed excitedly from above them.
No… Oh God, no! But the feel of his youthful rigid penis furrowing into the quivering flatness of her belly sent cruel shock-waves surging through her body. She sensed his one free hand smoothing around the back of her tight, thin dress and down over her buttocks, the other hand clutching her waist tighter against his throbbing, naked hardness. Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned lewdly down into her panic-stricken face.
"Now, that's more like it, Mrs. Dodge. But I can see that since you're the only girl we invited here, you're sort of uptight, right? We got just the thing for that. Don, get our pretty teacher here a beer."
"Pl… please, Joey, don't do this to me. I beg of you…"
"Why, Ma'am, you're getting yourself all upset over nothing," he said to pacify her. "We just figure since you like Mark fucking you, you should have your chance to get your fill of boys. Have you ever thought how nice it would be to have three cocks gang-banging you all at one time?"
Don Watson thrust an open can of beer at her. At first she refused to take it, and Joey grabbed it and shoved it viciously at her face.
"Please, I don't want…"
"Drink it," he snarled, his smile leaving him as abruptly as it had come. "Drink it, or we'll force it down your throat!"
Miriam felt her flesh crawl at his threat and again she sought for pleading words that might reach him. But she could tell it was hopeless, and that she was in the hands of a savage young brute, dull-witted and drunk. Trembling, she took the can from him and swallowed several deep mouthfuls of the warm, sudsy alcohol. There was a heavy whiskey taste to it and she could tell it had been strangely spiked to make her even drunker than she already was.
"That's more like it," he grinned once more, and his hand reached out to gently stroke her body beneath the dress. His long, thick fingers traveled softly, pinching and teasing at all the most sensitive areas he could find. "Go on, drink some more…"
Miriam did, feeling as though she was in some kind of terrible dream and would soon wake up safe and sound in her own bed.
She pleadingly looked up at Mark Trenton and then cringed beneath the self-confident smile on his handsome face. It seemed impossible that the boy she'd so ardently loved last week could be a part of such a filthy degrading rape – yet it was true. Worse, she was beginning to wonder if this was going to actually turn out to be a rape. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the stiff boyish penises that jutted out from the loins of the other two young boys. Somewhere deep in her mind, she wondered if they would feel better inside her than Mark's slender young hardness had. Ashamed at her own weakness, she drank the last of the whiskey spiked beer and unwillingly accepted another can…
"Let's get her Goddamned clothes off," Mark suddenly yelled out. "Jesus, I want to fuck Mrs. Dodge again!"
"That's the spunk, kid," Joey urged. "But I get to fuck her first this time!"
"Me, I wanna fuck her in the mouth," she heard Don Watson snicker excitedly. "Just look at them lipstick covered lips! Shit, I can feel them already around my prick, sucking like hell!"
As Miriam listened to the obscene conversation being spewed all around her, she tried to speak, but found that her words were stuck tight in her throat. She could barely breathe, she was so paralyzed with dread. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness that was being directed at her from the leering young teenage boys circling around the mat. Yet as Joey Gore began to touch the top button of her dress, she suddenly struggled insanely against the boy. She somehow broke free and leaped to her feet, her drunken mind reacting in one last desperate bid for escape. "Let me out!" she screamed as loudly as she could. "Help! Oh God, please somebody help me!"
She lunged for the locked door, but they caught her easily, and two of them held her pinned back down to the smelly, soiled mat as the third began unbuttoning her dress.
"Don't rip her clothes," Joey warned. "Remember, she'd doing this of her own free will… right boys?"
Miriam sprawled helplessly on her back as her dress was slowly removed from her cringing flesh… her brassiere was unsnapped roughly by a hand worming its way beneath her back… and then her thin white panties were rolled slowly down from around the fullness of her buttocks and slipped off of her legs… God, she was now as totally naked as they were!
Huddling, she watched in frozen horror as the boys moved in on her, their lust-contorted faces twisted with their animalistic desires. She could barely breathe the stuffy, unclean air of the storage room, and what she could inhale was pungent with the erotic scent of their virile young genitals. Don Watson slipped his hands down over her breasts, cupping and squeezing their firm roundnesses while his stiff, erect penis pressed along the smooth, tanned sides of her body. Joey Gore was on his knees in front of her, his big hands running obscenely down over her belly and thighs, while he crowded in as close as he could to rub his swollen hardness up against the nakedness of her satiny smooth hips.
"No… no, it can't be… God no…" she mewled fearfully over and over. She was helplessly locked in a cell-like room, to be plundered in their drunken, uncontrolled fury! Suddenly, her moans turned to sharp gasps as she sucked in a savage breath of air. Don Watson had closed his mouth over one involuntarily swelling nipple, biting it teasingly while his lips sucked hungrily at the white, throbbing flesh of her uplifting breasts! Weird, masochistic sensations began to seep through her body against her will as the boys continued to fondle her naked, exposed body. Her alcohol-dimmed mind was unable to cope with the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to swirl up from deep within her defenseless loins. Shamefully, she had to admit to being unable to stop the rising excitement their youthful hands and lips upon her were triggering. Dear God! She must fight it with all of her strength! She must not succumb as she had last Sunday to the depraved temptation of sweet young flesh!
She whimpered under their brutal assault, her head still raised as she gaped around the room at the tender, hardened penises thrusting lewdly from the crouching young boys. God, any one of them would have been enough to set her wild and that would have been terrible enough… But here and now there were three of them, three delicious naked boys, not just one! She mustn't let them win! She mustn't!
As a last resort, she gazed again at young Mark Trenton, her tear-filled eyes pleading desperately for his mercy. But the boy was too caught up in his own frantic lust to pay her any attention, stretching her legs apart so he could see all of the soft, blonde-haired lips of her defenselessly waiting pussy. With a tiny groan of utter despair, the tormented woman let her head fall back against the dirty mattress. There was no hope at all for her, there was nothing she could do to save herself, no way to escape at all. She was physically outnumbered and trapped by her own guilt in first seducing young Mark last Sunday morning. She could only lay in unwilling passiveness as she felt the eager boy's fingers begin to move as they had before, caressing and kneading the moist pink flesh of her wide-splayed vaginal slit. The avidly excited Joey slid down to where Mark Trenton was teasingly fondling the soft blonde-curled mound before him. "Christ, look at that hot little pussy, will you?" he croaked in his high-pitched voice.
"Yeah, this is what I was telling you guys," Mark whispered excitedly. "This is just like she was with me before! Then she wanted me to put my finger in her hole and finger-fuck it up and down inside her like it was a prick!"
"Shit no, kid," Joey groaned. "With a snatch that sweet, you gotta lick it. Move over and I'll show you how."
"Right on, man!" Don Watson prompted as he took Miriam's arm and put it around his neck for a cushion. "I'm sucking her tits, but if you don't go down on her, I'll be glad to lick her pussy instead!"
Miriam groaned in new-found shame, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she felt Mark moving away and Joey taking his place between her legs. He dropped excitedly to his haunches between her open thighs and then to his belly, his face hovering only inches above her loins. "Ohhh, I'm going to stick my tongue so far up her hot little hole, she'll be able to taste it up in her mouth!" he panted lewdly, and then he grabbed her widened thighs and pulled her hips down closer to him on the mat. The fearfully quivering woman moaned softly in a daze of horror and humiliation as her body slid unresistingly toward him, her legs collapsing outward in obscene angles on either side of his naked slim body. Above her she could see through her alcohol dimmed eyes the other two boys staring hungrily down at the sight of her velvet soft skin, curving in from her thighs to form the soft, blonde curls of her pink-hued cunt. With his thumbs placed firmly on the softly trembling vaginal lips, Mark began a slow, tormenting outward pressure to peel them slowly apart until the thin, vertical little mouth of her moist, tender pussy below was cringingly exposed to the gazes of the other boys. They all stared greedily at her defenseless vagina, for a thrilling moment, until with a low animal-like groan of desire, Mark Trenton dropped his head and buried the full length of his long, slippery tongue deeply into the warm, throbbing walls of Miriam's open cunt.
"Ahhh!" she jerked, feeling his moist young lips closing hotly over the soft, wet furrow. A convulsive spasm of delight spiraled up the length of her spine as she felt his searching tongue spread her blonde curling pubic hairs and lace snake-like into the naked tight slit of her cuntal mound. She ground her buttocks down hard against the mat, endeavoring to escape the teasing, youthful attack, a whimpering moan of defeat bubbling from deep within her chest. But the slaving boy seemed to know unerringly what to do, and his head burrowed further up between her open thighs, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of her belly. He spread the woman's fleshy cunt lips wider with his fingers, and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of her throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that her earlier fear had brought.
Miriam clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were beginning to shoot through her quivering loins against her will. She fought with all her inner strength against the betrayal of her body again, but the young boy's tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, until she could only groan uncontrollably. His hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrow wet slit, starting at the lower curve of her belly and pressured its way down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, where it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to her tight, pinkly throbbing anus. Her hips ground involuntarily into the rustling mat, soft mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth. Her loins jerked forward of their own desire, burying his flicking tongue to its roots. Fire rapidly replaced fear and everything else… until to Miriam nothing existed for except her flame-seared cunt.
She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt!
Her entire body was flowering into a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot young flesh. Nothing else mattered now – not fear, not principles, not humiliation; just the crawling reality of the flicking tongue that had crawled in between the hot steaming vaginal furrow down between her wide held thighs.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, yess, suck my cunt like that! Suck it hard, my little darling! Ahhhhh!" she squealed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give young Joey greater access.
The lust-incited boy could stand it no longer. "Give me room, guys! I'm going to fuck Mrs. Dodge now!" He began to trace tiny round wet circles up over her body, moving forward over her flesh, licking at her navel and breasts and cheeks, his hot moist saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her passion-twisted face around, searching with her open mouth for his tender young lips. She found them and sucked his tongue deep into her throat with a low animal groan. His saliva flowed into her in unimpeded torrents, and she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.
Her loins ground frantically up off the mat below, searching with her hot gaping pussy for his hard virile penis that was going to rip deliciously into her hungry belly. The passion-aroused boys gathered around the mat gasped as Joey's throbbing cock-head found her excitedly pulsating pussy opening. They watched with grinning, eager faces as it jostled for a moment against her pink ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between her moistly parted cuntal lips. Then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning adolescent forced his blood-filled tip brutally into the throbbing opening of her hair-lined cunt, stretching her resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
Miriam threw her head wildly to the side and sighed delightedly. "Aaaahhhhggggg!"
His hardened penis sunk a delicious inch, the struggling woman trying desperately to jerk her hips up and absorb more of the punishing impalement up inside her wildly aroused belly. Joey Gore levered up on his hands in the push-up position. He flicked again, his grin widening, and his relentless hardness slid inside another searing inch.
"Mmmmmm!"
Another taunting inch…
"Uhhhhhh!"
Hot panting breaths coursed over her naked sweating body as the other two boys crowded in closer. Their youthful features hung within inches of her straining nudity, watching hypnotically as their writhing English teacher was being fucked and skewered like a fresh young virgin by their teenage buddy. Miriam was dimly aware of the leering boys kneading hotly at her breasts, their fingers and hands teasing over every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling animals. The storage room had become to her like a giant octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush her into helplessness.
"Ohhh… Oh, Godddd, ohhhhh…" she moaned hysterically, tears gushing from her open but unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling response only incited the immature excitement of young Joey Gore, and he lunged down upon her, thrusting his virile young penis deep into her tight resisting passage. Miriam jerked convulsively as the slender pulsing cock raced into her belly, pushing great ripples of pink soft flesh in rolling waves before it. It was an uncontrollable monster crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It felt to her as if it was coming out of her throat, curling around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away, ripping her soul from her body and devouring her in great fires of depraved sensuality.
"Ahhhhh!" her lips breathed in welcome relief.
Joey flexed his imbedded cock-head, bringing a deep mewl from her lips, her teeth reclenching. He flexed again – another moan – a lesser moan, as her now hotly clasping cuntal passage grew accustomed to the young boy's shaft. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his virile cock tightly into her naked loins, expanding the still cringing walls of her vagina until she wanted to beg for more. Dear God, he was torturing her beyond endurance!
"Fuck me, Joey… Ohhhh, for God's sake stop teasing me and fuck!" She moaned in rapturous craving. "Ohhh, fuck me hard, you little bastard!"
The other two boys unbelieving eyes leered lustfully within inches of the buried boyish prick, amazed at how the tight moist little hole they had seen before was capable of swallowing so much hardened flesh. From both sides of the mat hands rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her deeply impaled buttocks, fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy hair-covered lips surrounding it. Don's fingertip curled under Joey's dangling testicles to probe at her tiny puckered anus, flicking tauntingly at it like another tongue. Miriam winced as it suddenly popped through the tight surrounding ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh inside. He moved around, expanding the tiny tight hole until the palm of his intruding hand lay flat against her asscheeks, the whole young finger sunk safely inside her wetly throbbing rectum.
Now Joey Gore began a searing fucking motion in and out of Miriam's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her sensation-filled body back hard against the mattress. Donald Watson's finger imbedded in her hungrily clasping anus joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought moans of pain and pleasure gasping from her bubbling mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.
The pain in her rectum was beginning to ease and a weird sensation of fulfillment slowly tingled through her helpless body. Her hips began an involuntary gyration in masochistic concert with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her.
"Oohhh yes, yesss, fuck me! Oh, you beautiful little boys, fuck me like thissss!" she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the myriad of hands and fingers that crawled relentlessly over her tingling flesh. God, she was their prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the delicious ravaging of her cunt and asshole!
"Ohhh, don't stop, boys! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she groaned into the smelly stale air, gyrating her upturned buttocks faster and faster, trying to keep up with the glistening boy's penis and the other's drubbing finger. She sensed her body start to spiral toward her climax, and felt Joey's prick fucking into her seething cunt begin to throb and inflate. She felt her thighs being pushed wider apart as the teenager shoved his cock as deep as it would go inside her belly, and she knew he was ready to cum that instant.
"No! No, not yet! Wait!" she chanted in desperation, but it was too late. The young boy's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his tight round testicles began to jerk wildly and spew out his hot white semen deep into her voraciously contracting womb. She ground her naked loins up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment, but her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The tightly nibbling clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of his hot load spurting deep inside her dilated vagina.
The boy rolled useless and drained from her still squirming flesh, helped by the hands of his eager friends clawing to take his place. A thin string of white sticky fluid trailed from his cock over her leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion. "Christ, Mrs. Dodge's the wildest fuck in town! She's gone clean out of her mind," she could dimly hear through the muffled confusion of her mind.
Then: "Me! God damn it to hell, it's my turn! I'll cum all over the mat if I don't get in her now!"
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the familiar thrust of young Mark Trenton who was hurriedly replacing his friend between her wide-spread legs. He rammed into her like a jackhammer, needing no foreplay to excite him, the obscene spectacle alone having been enough.
Together he and Miriam surged hotly for the climax she had been so cruelly deprived of when Joey Gore had deserted her. Then… her orgasm hit suddenly like an angry fist in the stomach as youthful Mark's penis uncontrollably spewed out his burning fourteen year old seed deep into her hungrily absorbing belly. Great waves of overwhelming joy coursed through her desperately writhing body, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs in a bonfire. She wallowed lewdly around in her maniacal arousal, punishing and debasing herself as her own cum gushed hotly from between her legs and soaked the mattress between her wildly grinding buttocks. "Aahhh! Ohh God! Fill me, baby, fill meeeee! Ohhh!"
Donald Watson grinned to himself. Now it was his turn, now after his two young friends had exhausted themselves. Hell, he'd show them all how a man could satisfy a woman – after all, the teacher was still screaming for more, wasn't she?
"Turn over, Mrs. Dodge," he commanded. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style."
Miriam, all will to resist anything they wanted to do to her gone, rolled her battered body over in the slippery wetness of their cum, and rested heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," the boy demanded to the half-conscious woman. He grabbed her impatiently at the hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all-fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face pushed hard against the mat. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was enduring.
Miriam felt fevered young hands on her hips as Donald knelt between her open thighs. She waved the wide stretched moons of her buttocks lewdly at him, feeling the blunt end of his penis pressing into the now wetly flooded crevice in her loins. With a grunt he shoved cruelly forward, causing her to jerk forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.
"Shit, I'm hard again already!" she dizzily heard Joey Gore exclaim. "Damn it to hell, I'm going to join in!" She felt him move onto the mattress in front of her, and then his hands as they lifted her head up to face him. His erect boyish cock rammed without warning between Miriam's gaping lips, his hands holding her face vice-like between them so she could not pull away. He ground his young penis forward into her mouth, forcing Miriam to gag as he rammed it half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her roundly ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His testicles slapped harshly down against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling her like a light airy feather.
Oh God, she groaned. They were buffeting her back and forth like a child's toy between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning young sperm. God, how could this be happening to her? But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered erotically through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two hotly excited boys at the same time incited the hunger in her belly to begin raging out of control again. She started to undulate her buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy cock boring into her, wanting passionately to wallow in fresh young cum again. She wanted to milk his youthful prick dry, to fill her belly once more until all of his hot white liquid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She sucked voraciously at the penis in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with Joey's boyish thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at his blood-filled cock-head, the tip probing hotly into the small gland on its end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his young sperm and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore of her body in unending torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second building orgasm, she felt the young cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin to spew its white seething load deep up her clasping cunt. It ricocheted wildly around inside and then gushed back out hotly from the hair-covered lips onto the mattress below. Don's testicles pressed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jump spasmodically forward, burying Joey's virile young prick all the way up in her madly sucking mouth. Then, it too exploded, flooding her throat with his pungent youthful fluid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the huge torrent that spurted without stopping deep into her eagerly accepting mouth. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating flesh, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious young seed. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as the boy collapsed in front of her, his deflating slender penis slipping lifelessly from her still, unconsciously sucking mouth.
Miriam screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks back hard against the squirting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, she felt her own body explode into what seemed like a thousand tiny pieces. Her legs could no longer hold her up, and she collapsed on the mat as the penis slid limply from her semen and orgasm drenched pussy, the room's fetid air rushing warmly into the unplugged opening.
"Jesus, now I wanna fuck'er again…!" young Mark Trenton gasped, and time after that became a meaningless blur, a constant merging of virile boy's cocks fucking her as they would and where they would. Her body reacted with orgasm after orgasm, even after her strength was gone and she could only follow their directions mechanically.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass, teacher! Suck me harder, Mrs. Dodge!"
She felt as though she was nothing more than a fleshy robot for their use, weakly moving her limbs to comply with their lewd commands. Finally, many long hours later, they dressed, Joey unlocked the storage-room door and the three boys left her where she lay. Miriam was too worn out to move, and she fell into an exhausted sleep on the soiled, stained mattress that would forever be her bed of shame and surrender to the lowest depths of desire of the flesh.