Young Wayne Conroy was the only child of Montock's richest family. He'd been coddled since birth by an over-protective mother, and had grown up with the constant awareness of his father's position in the town and the large farm-land holdings they owned throughout the county. In many ways he had become an insufferable brat, able to get away with nearly any rotten trick he tried, knowing that his parents would always be able to pull him out of any fire he started.
It was not surprising, therefore, that Wayne Conroy did not forget about his experience with his sex education teacher. Instead he brooded about it that night, and all of Thursday and Friday until his mother was afraid he was sick and tried to dose him with cod liver oil. He brooded because his over-weaned pride had been severely wounded for the first time in his budding life, unable as he was to understand Miss Frazer's rejection of him after he'd fucked her until she had screamed she was cumming. That she had turned him away because of an emotional revulsion for herself never occurred to the boy, and if it had it wouldn't have meant anything to him. Wayne cared little for the older woman as a person; he didn't give much of a damn about anything except his own fun and games.
His inflated ego had always demanded that he be the one who told a chick "where to get off," and this time he'd been sent packing instead. Hurt and bitter, he brooded… and with his dark and vengeful thoughts came the need to rebuild his fallen pride. The decency which Joan had hoped was in the youth did not exist, but he'd not been able to think of a proper way to lash back at her – not until that following Saturday morning. It was then that he was with his young buddies, Mickey Hagen and Knuckles Gerber, down in his basement where they were drinking some of his father's beer. In a burst of adolescent bravado, he had soothed some of the hurt he felt by bragging of his conquest, though he naturally left out the part about Miss Frazer's sudden coldness and his shameful departure…
"Tell us again," Mickey asked, after he had become convinced that Wayne actually had fucked her, sucking eagerly at the can of beer tilted to his lips. "Tell us what Miss Frazer… how she wanted you to screw!"
"Fuck me, lover-boy!" Wayne repeated proudly. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"
"God damn," Knuckles Gerber moaned, "she ever tell that to me, and I'd shove my prick clear to her nostrils!"
"Hell, the woman would bite that cock of yours clean off with her cunt," Wayne snorted derisively. "Takes a stud to satisfy pussy like her, let me tell you. You better stick to Sharla, with her flat ass and a snatch the size of a cow-flop. Ol' Miss Frazer is pure class, and better than Sharla and Nancy put together!"
"Yeah?" Knuckles snapped back, his own pride slighted. "I could show that broad more'n you did!"
"No way, man," Wayne responded. "I had her flyin' to the moon, begging for more when I was through. I would've given her more, too, only I had to get home before my ma laid an egg."
"Aw, I think you wuz only dreaming while jerking off in the bathroom," Mickey retorted. "Now my old man, he's got a pecker that hangs clear to his knee-caps. I bet he could…"
"I tell you I did!" Wayne bellowed angrily. He snapped open another beer and took a long, even swallow from the beer. Then he slammed the can down on the cement floor. "In fact," he lied, "she wants me to slip the meat to her again, any time I want!"
"Bullshit," Knuckles challenged, stabbing back for the insult he'd received. "Somebody get the shovel; it's getting thick in here."
"Yeah?" Wayne, now smarting, continued his belligerency. "Well, how much you want to bet me, wise-ass?"
"Hell, I'll betcha a case of this lousy green beer," Knuckles sneered back at the boy.
"Where the devil are you going to get a case of beer?"
"Never you mind. I'll get it when you bang Miss Frazer again, and don't you try to squirm out of it, either. Mickey here heard the bet, right?"
"The hell I am! I said I was, and I will," Wayne answered with more confidence than he felt. "You better start roundin' up that beer, that's all."
"How we going to know if you screw her, Wayne?" Mickey asked.
"Cause I'll tell you, that's how you'll know," Wayne Conroy answered hotly.
"Ain't good enough," Knuckles said, grinning. "I'll need proof, and I mean more than a couple of hairs off some twat, too. No super-keen broad like her wants to diddle around with young guys, I figure, so I ain't payin' off no case of beer unless I'm there watching it happen with my own two eyes."
"Watching?" Wayne scoffed, trying desperately to think of some way out of the corner into which he'd talked himself. "You want to hide behind her curtains or something and watch? That's the craziest…" And then the boy stopped talking, his mouth clamping tightly over the rim of his beer can. A devilish gleam came into his eyes, and a wicked little smirk creased his lips as his brain churned with new-found lasciviousness.
Mickey frowned at his companion. "What'cha thinking, Wayne?"
"I'm thinking that maybe you and Knuckles can do just that," Wayne snickered lewdly. "I've got me the beginnings of a plan…"
"Shit," Mickey groaned, his own eyes suddenly growing with a lusty gleam. "I'd never be able to just look. I've got my own things I'd want to do to that sweet little snatch of hers."
Wayne Conroy laughed. "Well, maybe that can be worked out, too."
"Yeah?" Knuckles leaned forward intently. "Then let's hear it."
"Well, keep your pants on and I'll tell you," Wayne Conroy said importantly. He took another long swig of beer, feeling that now he was the unquestioned leader again, and once more in control of the situation. "First off, if the three of us take her on, she'll be screaming bloody murder."
"I thought you said she liked it," Knuckles taunted, but with less certainty than before not wanting to lose out in case Wayne was telling the truth.
"Shut-up, you turd," Wayne snarled. "She loves cock okay, only she'll be frightened at first. That's only natural with women, until they get going. Remember when we gang-banged Lucy Hamilton the first time? She set up a banshee wail that brought in the hogs for miles around, but Jesus, after our first time 'round, she was screaming for more. That's the way it'll be with Miss Frazer, I guarantee."
"Yeah, you might just be right," Mickey said, nodding his shaggy, unkept head up and down. "But we took Lucy out in the woods in back of her house, so nobody'd come a runnin'. How do we get Miss Frazer?"
"Yeah man, that's what I want to know," Knuckles added eagerly. "What'cha got in mind – knock her out cold with a wrench or something?"
Wayne Conroy cast a glare at the other boy. "If you'll shut up for a minute, I'll tell you," he growled.
Silence, except for the gulping of beer down young throats.
"Okay, now listen," Wayne continued. "If we took the rotor out of the distributor of her car, it wouldn't run, right? And if it didn't run, then she couldn't drive home after school, right? She'd have to walk to her rooming house, and the shortest way ain't by the road, but by cutting across old Ebenezer Treakle's farm."
"Yeah, that's how she'd go, I bet, across his back pasture."
"And she'd have to pass right by that old hay barn of his."
"Exactly," Wayne said, puffing out his chest. "All we gotta do is be waiting for her, and when she comes along – pow!"
"Jesus, that's a beauty," Mickey said gleefully. "Ain't nobody goes near that barn. She could yell all she wanted, and never be heard. When you think we should do it, Wayne?"
"Monday! Monday we'll fix her car and then we'll fix her wagon, but good!"
"Right on," Knuckles Gerber agreed heartily. "I'm all for it! Hell, just thinking about getting into Miss Frazer's snatch gives me a bone on a foot long! Monday it is!"
The three teenage boys, none of them over fifteen years of age, sat and looked at one another with sly, animalistic grins contorting their youthful faces. Lewd gleams were glittering hotly in their eyes, telegraphing the images in their minds of how they were going to rape their tight-assed, unsuspecting teacher day after tomorrow.
Greedy lust burned in Wayne Conroy's brain, and he was filled with the desire to be ramming his impatiently puulsating hardness into Miss Frazer's hot little cunt right then, right that Goddamned minute. But other thoughts were also swirling heatedly in his head, foul and bitter thoughts of the revenge he was going to have upon the older woman come Monday afternoon. The bitch! Make him out not to be man enough for her, would she? Tell him she was going out of her mind for his prick, would she – and then throw him out after he'd fucked her half to death? Well, just let her wait until he and Mickey Hagen and Knuckles Gerber got through screwing her! She'd wish to hell she'd never treated Wayne N. Conroy like he was a dirty sock full of shit!
Man, his pecker was hard as a board just thinking about it! His mouth felt dry in spite of the beer he'd drunk, and small beads of sweat were unconsciously forming on his brow. Just you wait a couple of days, teacher, the boy thought maliciously. Just you wait, and then you'll find out was a piece of ass is all about…
Ozgood Blatherton was a small, rotund man, with a florid complexion and heavy horn-rimmed glasses. He spoke in a dignified, pompous manner that sounded oddly in the high-pitched tones of his voice. He wore heavy woolen suits with matching vests no matter what the time of year, and at the moment, his suit jacket was unbuttoned and he was leaning back in his office chair, thumbs hooked in the arm sockets of his vest. It was Monday afternoon and school was just over, but across from him sat his sex education teacher, Miss Frazer.
"More complaints from the parents," he was saying to her in his most professional dignity. "That committee headed by Mr. amp; Mrs. Conroy has passed a petition this time, threatening court action if we continue the sex education course."
"I hope… I hope it isn't because of something I've done," Joan said to him. She prayed that any anxiety which might be showing on her face would be passed off as concern for the class, rather than betraying the hidden guilt which was still festering from her sordid episode with young Wayne. "I've tried to stay strictly within the guidelines you've set," she added.
"No, no, it's not you, Miss Frazer," Blatherton said, waving his hand in a gesture of unconcern. "Or rather, it's only the fact that you're the one teaching it. I'm afraid the subject is simply an emotion-causing matter over the heads of whomever considers himself a thinker in Montock."
"Perhaps we should tone it down a little," Joan suggested, remembering the erotic quality of the last film she'd shown.
"Wouldn't dream of it, my dear, wouldn't dream of it." The principal smiled, causing his dentures to slip a little. With a quick maneuver of his thick lips, he absentmindedly restored them into place. "Sex education must continue as it's been going. I merely wanted to warn you that greater pressure may be exerted on you, ah… personally, if you know what I mean."
"Personally?"
"That is… since the class itself cannot be stopped, the people who are against it might attempt to prove its instructor is ah… unfit to teach it."
"Mr. Blatherton! I assure you that I conduct myself above reproach in Montock!" Joan stared at him with all the righteous indignation she could muster, a sinking feeling deep in her belly as she thought of what Agnew Conroy would do if he found out his son had made love to her. God! She'd be crucified!
"Don't misunderstand me, Miss Frazer," Blatherton said hastily. "I'm sure you're a very moral person, and I can certainly say that I've never heard a single word against you. I merely want to warn that no matter how blameless you might be, this… this committee might not be above spreading unfounded but damaging rumors."
"Mr. Blatherton," Joan said primly, "I hadn't expected the assignment to be easy when I accepted it. I will ignore any crude talk that may be directed my way… as I'm sure you will as well."
Within her heart a small spark of hope rapidly flared and she thought, even if Wayne does talk, Mr. Blatherton will think it's all part of an attempt to discredit me!
"That's the spirit of a true educator," the principal beamed behind his thick glasses. "I'm very proud of how you're handling this more than difficult situation, and I…" He paused frowning slightly as he studied her features. "Why, Miss Frazer you look white as a sheet. Have I upset you that much?"
"Oh… no, no Mr. Blatherton. It's just that I… I haven't been feeling very well all day."
"Oh dear," he said, almost apologetically. "The flu has been going around now that winter's over. Perhaps you've come down with a touch of that, do you think?"
"Yes… Yes, I'm sure that's what it must be."
"Well, then we'll make this meeting short today, my dear. You get right home and pop into bed." Blatherton advised, looking around as if he were determining if any of her germs were coming his way. "Yes, that'll be all for today, Miss Frazer. Dismissed!"
Joan left his office and walked down the now deserted halls of Montock High to the exit. Her little Volkswagen was the only car left in the parking lot, all the other teachers and students having left the moment the last bell had rung; and Joan went quickly to her car, nervous to leave the school behind. She climbed in and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened! The car's starter cranked, but the engine wouldn't run! Joan didn't know the first thing about how an engine worked, and she was mystified that her car should suddenly stop operating after it had run so well to the school that morning. Puzzled, she got out and stared at it a moment, then sat back down inside it and tried again. Still nothing!
Now the perplexed woman teacher was feeling irritated. Tight-lipped she locked the car and looked all around her, wondering what she should do to get home. She could go ask Mr. Blatherton for a ride home, but she knew that he usually stayed until six o'clock or later, and she didn't want to wait around until then. Moreover, she really didn't wish to hear any more about her sex education class and the smearing gossip which he'd indicated she could expect. She wanted to get back to her apartment and a fresh bottle of brandy to still the aching thoughts which had been tormenting her since last Wednesday.
The only solution was to walk, she supposed. The fastest way, she knew, would be through Ebenezer Treakle's property, a diagonal line that would bring her to the back edge of Montock where her rooming house was, rather than the much longer route along the road. Farmer Treakle didn't mind if people crossed his land, as that particular section wasn't under cultivation at the moment and only contained a few old milk cows. Besides, it was another beautiful spring afternoon, balmy and bright with the promise of Easter, and the walk would probably do her good.
Resigning herself, Joan smoothed her hands down over the thin pullover sweater and short pleated skirt she was wearing, then took a deep breath and headed for the edge of the school property. From there, a narrow dirt path, bordered by knee-high grass and wild-flowers, wound lazily through Treakle's pasture land. Returning robins chirped sprightly in a few trees which clustered here and there on the rolling meadowside, and occasionally Joan caught the rustle of grass or whipping of a branch to show where some small animal had darted. Soon she found herself beyond the sight of the tall school buildings or any nearby houses. It was as if she was entirely alone in a world of nothing but peaceful nature, and as she strolled along the pathway, the worried young woman began to feel a little more relaxed and calm.
God knew she needed soothing, she told herself as she walked. Last Thursday and Friday had been a continual living nightmare for her, plagued by the fear that she'd run into young Wayne Conroy and he would do or say something ruinous in a moment of boyish innocence. Monday hadn't been any better, especially after a weekend spent cooped up in her small apartment with nothing but her morbid thoughts to taunt her constantly. But the Conroy lad had thankfully remained out of sight, though Joan didn't know whether it was accidental luck or purposely done by him. She only prayed that their paths would not cross for another day until Wednesday's sex education course, the only class she taught which had him in it. Hopefully by that time, they would both be able to act as if nothing had happened between them. She wasn't sure she could do that yet; she wasn't sure she could find the bravery necessary then to face that seventh-period hour of hell…
And Ozgood Blatherton's little lecture hadn't helped any, that was for sure! God, listening to him warn of the impending threat of the Concerned Parents Committee had indeed sent the blood rushing from her head and turned her features pale as a ghost's. Her stomach tightened itself into knots as she walked and remembered her own school days when both boys and girls would brag of their sexual conquests: whether they'd actually done them or not. High schools were rampant with snickering stories and dirty rumors, but this time she realized she wouldn't have a chance to defend herself. She could deny her seduction of the boy until she was blue in the face, but the witch-hunting citizens would latch onto the malicious talk like wolves upon a sheep. The school authorities would think it was a lie, but they'd be the only ones who believed. All young Wayne would have to do is say one small word, and she'd be lucky to get out of Montock alive!
God, how utterly stupid she'd been to abandon herself to her molesting lusts! Had she been a stronger person herself, and not allowed her own corrupting passions to uncontrollably blind her, this horrible nightmare would never have occurred! But it had, and she had to face up to the fact that she had been completely and wantonly entranced by the slim, virile youth and the delicious but depraved sensations he'd sent coursing through her helplessly driven body.
She clenched her hands into so tight a pair of fists that her fingers hurt as she continued to think of the depths of depravity to which she had brought them both. The words she had made the boy use, and worse, what she had aroused in him to do, made her inwardly cringe with shame and guilt as she walked. God, if she could just erase that horrid afternoon with Wayne in her apartment and replace it with something else – anything but what she had done! Her eyes began to puddle, blurring over her vision of the gently waving field which stretched before her, but then she shook her head and stopped herself from crying. There was a time for tears and a time for facing up to reality, and there was no use for her to fool herself with wishful thinking. Her pride, her stubborn and determined resolve to beat the molesting urges which had ruled her life for so long, still fought desperately in her mind.
But then, with a perverseness that made her tremble, another dark recess of her brain brought forth another image of the event in her bedroom last Wednesday afternoon. Joan felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid recollections of the boy's youthful nakedness and her own lustful performance drifted involuntarily back to her. The unwanted mental images trickled through her mind, reviving a sudden tingling between her inner thighs, until she was forced to squeeze them tightly together as she walked along the path. She was still squirming her buttocks in an effort to end the taunting sensations, when suddenly a boyish voice called out: "Well, look-a-here. If it ain't our pretty little sex teacher all by her lonesome in Ebenezer Treakle's pasture."
"Wh-what?" Joan said, startled as she came out of her concentrated thinking. It was then that she saw that she was right beside a large, dilapidated wooden barn, its roof half off and its interior filled with dirty hay and cow manure. Beside the leaning doors were lounging Wayne Conroy, Mickey Hagen, and Knuckles Gerber. She realized that it had been Wayne who'd spoken so disrespectfully to her, but that all three of the youngsters were watching her with boldly leering eyes.
"A-Aren't you boys an awful long way from your homes?" she asked, a strange twinge of subconscious apprehension rippling through her belly.
"Naw," Mickey sneered, "we was waiting for you, Miss Frazer."
"Sonofabitch, she sure is worth waiting for, too," Knuckles chimed in. "Just look at them knockers stick out from her sweater!"
"Hey, Miss Frazer, how about you and me goin in the barn and husslin' a quickie before you go?" Mickey hooted lewdly at her.
Joan took a step backwards, a sinking sensation beginning to grip the pit of her stomach as she heard the chorus of snickers and chortles that came from the three young boys. "Wh-what's the meaning of this!" she managed to stammer in a slightly thickened voice. "Mickey, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, talking to me like that!"
"Come off it, teacher," Wayne said contemptuously. "Don't try to pretend you're stuck up. We all know you love a good fucking."
The blood drained from her face almost to the point of dizziness, and she felt her legs begin to buckle beneath her. Oh, dear God! He'd told them! He's bragged about making love to me, and now there's no hope of concealing the truth! Oh God, what am I going to do…?
"Right on, man," Knuckles chuckled, his leer spreading wider over his thick-lipped homely face. "That's what I hear tell, and I bet it's true!"
"And you know something?" Mickey added with his own lascivious grin, "I think we should find out for ourselves, and that's a fact!"
Oh no! Joan thought, her mind blanking rapidly from sensible reasoning, her simple dread of a moment before giving way to that of rising panic. She heard more snickerings from the trio as she gaped from one to the other of the youthful, lust-contorted faces, and the fate they had in store for her became as obvious to her as the sunlight of the afternoon.
Suddenly her stomach-gripping terror turned to sheer panic, and she wheeled from them and broke into a desperate run across the field. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and ran as fast as she could, but her high-heeled shoes impeded her speed, and she was unable to shake them off without losing her stride.
"Get her!" she heard Wayne Conroy shout from the barn behind her. "Don't let her run away now!"
"Hot damn, she's a fast piece of tail," Mickey called out.
"Yeah, just look at them boobies bounce!" Joan heard Knuckles say in a puffing voice behind her. He was so close that she could almost feel his breath down her neck. She strained harder, trying to run faster and escape the coarse, horrible teenagers behind her. There was not one single doubt in her mind of what was going to happen to her if she were caught, and the thought made her run even faster. Her breath was coming in small gasps now, and her legs felt as though her muscles would turn to rubber, but she kept her eyes straight ahead and looked pleadingly over the empty meadow in search of safety.
A hand reached out and grasped at her long dark hair that was flowing in a breeze behind her. It missed, but then the hand grabbed again, and she was pulled up sharply like a lassoed steer and thrown roughly to the ground.
"Help me! Oh please somebody help me!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "Help! Help!"
"Shout all you want, Miss Frazer," Wayne snarled, "but it ain't going to do you any good. You can yell your lungs out, and there ain't a soul around to hear you! Unless you think some cows will come runnin' to your rescue!"
She looked up from where she lay sprawled upon the soft and matted grass, shaking her head slowly as she gazed fixedly into his pitilessly glaring eyes. Her brain struggled for the proper words of entreaty, but at last all she could manage to stammer was: "Pl… please, Wayne… My God, don't… don't do anything to me. I… I beg of you, don't…"
"Why, Miss Frazer, you're getting yourself all upset for nothing," he said in a cruelly mocking tone. "Now, you just think how much you wanted me to fuck you last week, and how you loved my prick after I got it inside you, remember?"
Joan heard the laughing grunts of agreement and fought to hold back her tears. Dear God, she wouldn't give the boy the satisfaction of seeing her cry on top of everything else. She understood it all now, for it was obvious that he was doing this to her because of the frigid way she'd treated him last Wednesday! The irony of it all! Her one small act of decency had backfired in her face, and in all honesty she had to admit that she couldn't much blame Wayne for paying her back. Retribution was never kind, and now she was about to receive her earnings from him and his wolfish pals. But God, there were three of them! One she might have been able to even learn to desire… but three young boys all at the same time!
"Please, Wayne, I… I'm sorry about…" She faltered, seeing in his eyes that to confess about his supposed inadequacy would only make matters worse for her. She gulped heavily. "I just can't…"
"Yes, you can. You can and you will!" He grinned down at her. "Take her to the barn, you guys, and let's get the fucking party started!"
Both Mickey and Knuckles had her from behind now, and they forced her to her feet and began to prod her back in the direction of the decrepit hay shed. The door leaned on one hinge, and squeaked as they thrust her stumbling through the opening and into the murky shadows of the barn. Joan's dark eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked silent by the fear that welled thickly in her throat. Oh God, she prayed silently, don't let it happen like this. Please don't let it happen…!
"Okay, put her down on the straw there, where it's nice and comfy," Wayne commanded his friends, and Knuckles grabbed her shoulder and threw her callously down upon the hay. Wayne leaped on top of her, pressing tighter down into her, and she was forced to sprawl with her face to the floor. The hay smelled of earth and mold and cow urine with a permeating odor that made her gag for air.
Joan could feel Wayne's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks from behind, and his face was pressed into her hair. She winced slightly in spite of the pain of her position, for now she was able to smell the beer that was heavily upon the boy's hot breath. They'd all obviously been drinking, even though she hadn't seen any liquor yet. She tried to move, moaning a protest into the hay beneath her as she felt the savage boy insert his knee into the unprotected crevice between her thighs and pry her legs apart. She fought with all her might, but there was no stopping his cruel and relentless pressure. He had the leverage and the strength, and soon her inner muscles tired as she felt them being painfully pushed slightly open. The boy's hardened penis, trapped painfully under the tightness of his blue jeans, pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.
"Hey, anybody want another beer?" Mickey said thickly from above her.
"Hot damn, that's a fine idea," Wayne answered as he pulled his loins back slightly from his teacher's trembling upraised buttocks, and the boy laughed drunkenly as he reached over to grab the proffered can. Joan could feel droplets of the yeasty-smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. "Hey, I think I'll give some to Miss Frazer!" Wayne said. "After all, this here party's in her honor!"
He laughed again and lifted her head by the hair, thrusting the opening of the beer can to her lips. She clenched her mouth tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the warm, stale liquor, but Wayne pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The beer flowed down both sides of her mouth, with only about half of it going down her throat; she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the can, forcing more and more down the narrow confines of her throat.
"Man, you better pop another can, Mickey," Wayne chortled as the last of the beer was swallowed defensively. "She's a guzzler."
Another can was opened, and it began to make the rounds among the three young boys and their older woman teacher. Between his turns at the beer, Wayne let his hands play over the smooth rounded contours of Joan's buttocks, and in spite of the slowly dulling effects of the beer she drank, the captive teacher still tried hopelessly to squirm away. But the slow seductive movement of her hips crushing back into the hardness of his loins only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her.
"I'm going to fuck her now," Wayne hissed with a coarse impatient tone in his voice.
"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" she whimpered. "Not like this, Wayne. You can't."
"Like hell I won't!" he intoned down at her hoarsely. "First off is got to be her dress…"
Wayne reached down to her knees and jerked at the skirt bunched beneath her on the dirty straw. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firmly full thighs to her slender waist and exposing the rounded panty-covered cheeks of her fearfully cringing buttocks. Wayne gasped and wriggled the useless piece of cloth from beneath her, throwing it to one side impatiently. "Okay, now one of you guys pull her sweater up over her head while I hold her steady."
Joan could only groan in anguish as she felt a hardness from Knuckles' crotch rising beside her face. He was kneeling down in front of her and following Wayne's instructions, pulling her thin pullover sweater up over her waist and to her neck, where he suddenly gave a vicious jerk and freed the sweater from her head.
Mickey, in his rising excitement, was roving his hands over her back that was now bare all the way down to her flimsy pair of tautly stretched panties. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was only broken by the thin white straps of a brassiere that laced across her back, but then Knuckles leaned over her with his hands and worked clumsily at the little hooks of its clasp. Now Joan could feel a small wet circle of the Gerber boy's seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek and, as he worked at her brassiere, he pushed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. Suddenly the brassiere snapped apart, and her full round breasts, large and resilient, fell swayingly free.
She gasped as he pulled the piece of underwear from around her body and the two mounds of softly warm flesh came into hard contact with smelly hay of the barn. Her nipples sprang into hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the coarseness of the straw.
Wayne's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up along the sides of her nakedly quivering body and cupped her ripe dangling breasts underneath. He pulled and squeezed them harshly for a moment and then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her little nylon panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her hips.
His teacher moaned as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her shamed and frightened body. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what was going to happen to her in just a few more minutes, and even the deadening effects of the beer could not protect her mind from the horrible truth that there was nothing she could do to save herself. The three young boys were far too strong for her to fight, and even if she did escape, there would be no place she could go. Her doom had been sealed the moment she had begun to seduce young Wayne Conroy in her room. Oh God, if only she had been able to stop herself then! If only she had treated the boy better so he would have kept their lurid secret!
A hundred "if onlys" tumbled through her tortured mind when suddenly she was brutally pulled up into a kneeling position, with her face again pressed tightly into Knuckles' loins. Her breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy to the dirty straw floor.
Wayne peeled the flimsy white panties from the half-moons of her buttocks, and when the silky material caught at the juncture of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, tearing them from her in useless threads. He laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them tight into the wide-eyed face of Knuckles Gerber, who was staring in enraptured concentration from his kneeling position.
"Here, pal, smell a little pussy perfume." The Conroy youth snickered at the lust-crazed gaze that flickered through the other boy's eyes. "While you're doin' that, I'm going to earn my case of beer!"
"Shit, it'll be worth a case," Mickey croaked from beside them. "I'll chip in half, Knuckles, if I can take Miss Frazer next!"
"Go suck an egg," Knuckles snapped back at Mickey. "It's my bet, so I'm fucking her after he does. Hurry up, Wayne, hurry up, so's I can, or my balls are going to explode!"
Joan cringed from the obscene conversation. God, she was being auctioned off like she was a whore! Her price was a case of beer, no more than a gutter slut off the street could get! And then she heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her, and the smooth warm pressure of a slender young penis pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel the boy's stickiness where moistly warm seminal fluid seeped from the hardened blunt tip of his cock.
"Ohhhhh, please… please no, don't do this to me," she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her nakedly kneeling body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either side of them spreading them wider and wider. "No, please! Oh, Wayne, please don't!"
"You called me your 'lover-boy' last time," the youth retorted cruelly. "I was your lover-boy and precious little man, remember? Huh, Miss Frazer, you remember?"
"Ohhhhhh!" Joan mewled in mortification, jerking forward when his outstretched middle finger thrust between her thighs and into the soft protective folds of tender flesh surrounding her vagina. His fingers searched impatiently for a moment, and then found their velvety target. She cringed before his brutal touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks hardening and clenching tight together in an effort to trap his probing hand between them.
"Hold her, Knuckles, she's fighting me," Wayne gasped, twisting his hand to pry her buttocks open again. "Man, she's tight today!"
"Maybe she ain't never been fucked before," Knuckles said to tease his friend. "Maybe Miss Frazer's a virgin."
"She's a virgin like I'm the Queen of Sheba," Wayne retorted as he pushed his arm forward to break the grip that her buttocks had on his hand. "She's just giving me a bad time on account of having to fuck you next, that's all." He gave one final hard push and Joan felt the last of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror give way. Her naked body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into her defenselessly open vaginal slit. She clenched her teeth tightly in a vain attempt to drown out the hurt and despair that slipped through the shattered remains of her sanity. A helpless muffled groan of exhausted surrender came from deep inside her chest. Every muscle in her twisted, nakedly kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and mentally reduced by her shame and sense of sinful guilt, she could no longer find the slightest strength to even protest against the crude fondling of her genitals.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt the warming fingers of the boy enlarge and stretch the involuntarily lubricating walls of her pussy, until with a grunt of lust, he removed them from her with a wetly sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, his hand now wrapped around his lust-hardened penis as he guided it slowly and deliberately forward between the moist pink fringes of her hair-lined cunt. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she once more felt Wayne Conroy's blood-enlarged cock-head move up and down in the wet widespread valley of her vagina, and part her curly black pubic hair as he searched for her cuntal hole. God, how different this was from last time! she moaned tearfully to herself. How different this hell was from the heaven it had been before!
"Hold her tight! I'm shoving it in!" he told the bug-eyed Knuckles, whose arms bulged already from the pressure he was placing on his older teacher's arms. Mickey hung his face close to Joan's quivering backside, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle dripping from the corners of his slackened mouth.
Joan whimpered aloud as she felt the first searing contact of his heatedly pulsating penis against the cringing lips of her cunt, and as the slow agonizing entrance of the boyish cock began. "God what a pussy!" she heard Wayne gasp from behind her. Simultaneously she felt the warmly wettened walls of her vagina slip over his youthful hardness for this, the second time. He continued to shove his loins forward and his long, rigid penis speared into the helplessly struggling woman without mercy, racing into her like a whirling drill bit that was boring through the depths of her belly and smashing all before it. And then suddenly, his pelvis smacked tight into her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap of flesh.
Joan's muffled groans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by her shoulders, pulling her naked body back tight against him. His long virile cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of its head press tightly against her sensitive cervix. There was no longer reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had had the strength. Her body went limp, and she felt the strong young penis deep inside her vagina begin to saw in and out with merciless strokes. Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion, while his hands ran down under the fullness of her dancing breasts which were brushing against the straw below with every cruel, hard thrust the boy made into her.
"Jesus Christ!" Mickey swore as his bulging eyes watched the long length of his buddy's wetly glistening cock piston into his teacher's luscious white behind. His mouth gaped wider at the salacious spectacle of the ragged pink folds of pussy flesh wetly clinging like a baby's mouth around Wayne's violently thrusting prick.
Knuckles was gripped as well by the obscene pageant of his nakedly kneeling teacher being lewdly fucked with a powerfully surging rhythm, and he was filled with a crazy urge to reach forward himself and fondle her soft, hair-lined pussy lips. But he was a little afraid that his buddy might object, and so he continued to hold Miss Frazer down to the evil-smelling straw.
Wayne pumped into Joan from behind like she was a bitch in heat, squeezing all around her soft, jogging buttocks. His fingers dug cruelly at her tiny cringing anus, and then, they jerked forward again to clasp her hips and pull her back limply over his rampaging pole of flesh while he skewered and rammed into her with increasing abandonment. His body was now a ball of sheer untamable flesh that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming mature flesh in front of him. He savagely wanted to break Miss Frazer's will and feel her squirm while she mewled out her defeat beneath him. That would be the ultimate revenge; this proud woman who had repulsed him so completely suddenly turning animal and losing all control over herself, forgetting who she was and where she was, and all but the overpowering need to be fucked by his cock until she couldn't move again. The thought raced through his youthful loins like an electric shock, and he increased the speed of his long, hard thrusts between the full swaying moons of his teacher's proud white ass.
As his rigidly long virility increased its penetration of the moist warm cuntal flesh which was so tightly wrapped around it, Joan began to realize that against her will her body was slowly beginning to respond. Tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes as she felt the control of her senses slowly slipping away from her. She had vowed that no matter what these cruel tormenting boys would do to her, she would never allow her flesh to betray her sexual nature, but the sheer hopelessness of her position and the brutal fucking of her sensitive loins were becoming more than she could resist!
Her proud firm breasts began to throb involuntarily, and her toes squirmed beneath the obscene attack as though she were sprinting to get away from the brutal rape. The captive young teacher groaned aloud, crying as she prayed that she could halt her weakening control, and not give in to these animalistic youths. She couldn't give them that final satisfaction, too! She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her might, but gradually, inexorably, her nakedly kneeling flesh was changing into a mass of nerve-tingling sensations. The familiar waves of lewdly delightful pleasure began creeping forcefully through her, and her sobs of humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of unwanted arousal. Dear God! She had to fight it with all of her strength! She must not give in as she had last Wednesday to the darling young boy above her! She mustn't let him win! She mustn't! She mustn't!
Yet she felt the fire inside her was growing even hotter, and she groaned in bitter submission, knowing it would only be a few more minutes before she surrendered her soul as well as her flesh to the youthful tormentor above. In desperation, she began to undulate her buttocks slavishly around the teenager's skewering hardness, fucking back against him to end it, fucking back to draw his hot, fresh semen from it before it was too late for herself.
She could sense Wayne was near completion and she gripped him tighter between her thighs, rotating her hips and bucking back in time to his long, hard thrusts into her vagina. Cum… Oh God, please cum… her tormented mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations which were building in her belly. As her warm wet muscles clasped tight around his hard-driving cock, Wayne threw back his head with a wild shout, and his lewd young sperm shot like a fire hose up into his teacher's vaginal passage. Joan gurgled as she felt him empty his still-not-yet-mature loins with spurt after spurt of fiery cum, filling her womb and belly to the bursting point.
And then there was nothing. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Wayne pitched forward in total exhaustion along the length of her, flattening Joan to the ground again with her legs splayed out on either side, her feet curling in the moist smelly hay. The young student lay atop her, breathing harshly, unable to move.
Joan lay gasping and choking as she felt all of her naked flesh and full rounded breasts squashed tight to the straw beneath her. Her humiliation and fear came rushing back to her, and then came another, more horrible thought that made her quiver uncontrollably from head to toe. There were the two other boys! Oh God, there were the others! Would she be able to withstand them? It had been so close, so damnably close with young Wayne just now – did she have the willpower to fight their savage assaults upon her unwilling body as well, or would she surrender in total, unforgivable abandonment?