"Get offa her, man," Knuckles Gerber pleaded. "Lemme at that hot bitch now, will you?"
"Wait a minute," Wayne panted in reply. "Christ, give me a chance to get my breath back."
"That ain't fair," Mickey whined. "I've got to wait for thirds, you know… and you've already won your case of beer."
"Awww…" their teenage leader said, but he slowly began to remove his weight from the prostrated weeping nakedness of his teacher.
As he lifted, Joan could feel his deflating penis slipping wetly from her cuntal passage, and a cool breeze of springtime air rushed with a soothing swirl around the wetly glistening pink lips and matted pubic curls which surrounded her violated pussy. She began to tremble from the sudden obscene exposure of her body to the lewdly staring boys in the barn, and clamped her legs tightly together in an attempt to hide the throbbing, tingling crevice lying between her thighs.
"Ain't going to do you no good, Miss Frazer," Knuckles Gerber snickered down at her. "I plan to widen that white ass of yours something fierce! Shit, you're the first real woman I've ever fucked, you know that?"
Joan froze as she heard his callous, lewd remarks, and then she looked upwards as the boy released her arms and stood up. He was gaping down at her with unadulterated admiration and desire at the full, lush curves of her proud woman's body being exhibited before him.
"I told you Miss Frazer was better'n the girls we've laid," Wayne said proudly. He stood defiantly, reveling in the control he held over his teacher and the other boys. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him, and as he stood there, a contemptuous smirk slowly crossed his handsome lips. "Go ahead, Knuckles, fuck her."
"Yeah. Lemme get my pants off first." Knuckles stepped back and unzipped his trousers, while Mickey quickly stripped himself naked nearby. Clothing was strewn in all directions, until at last the other two boys were as nude as Wayne. Joan shuddered with unwanted eroticism, while at the same time she vainly tried to control the tingling passion which had begun when Wayne was thrusting into her, and which was still creeping unwillingly over her. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat as she caught her first full sight of young Knuckles Gerber's penis, for now she understood where he'd earned his nickname! The youth's thick, erected shaft of flesh had a peculiar bend in it, like a "knuckle" of a finger. It was not only larger than Wayne's cock in physical size, but would painfully stretch the insides of any woman's cunt with every slide of its hook-like shape! Dear God… even the sight of Mickey Hagen's long and slender penis, the smallest of the three, sent chills of apprehension through her, yet the utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit upon her defenseless body were setting off a churning lewd excitement in her loins and belly that she couldn't seem to stop! God… they'd bartered her off like a common whore, and maybe she was one after all…!
Knuckles moved behind her, as Wayne had moments before, and gazed down with eyes bulging wide in hot uncontrolled desire at the full white moons of her buttocks trembling in sacrificial offering to him. God, he had never seen anything like it! His balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit that was coyly being hidden from his rapacious view. "Get up on your knees again, Miss Frazer," his voice husked down at his teacher. "Come on, get that ass of yours up in the air!"
Joan tried to stiffen her nakedly cowering body and press tighter to the straw, bitter tears of anguish and pain running down her cheeks and wetting the smooth hot skin of her face. She felt the young boy drop behind her and slowly, relentlessly force her knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. One of his hands tightly gripped the soft flesh of her narrow waist and pulled her hips powerfully up off the ground, while his other hand pressed hard behind her neck to keep her breasts and face pushed harshly down into the dirty hay.
Her nakedly white buttocks waved high off the ground behind her, and she lay in her kneeling position, all thoughts of resistance gone. She had an urge to somehow turn her head back and look at him to show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. There was no sense in further prolonging the inevitable rape she was to be subjected to again. Let him take me, damn it! ran through her tortured and dazed mind. Let them all rut into my beaten body… but they would not, must not, conquer her soul as well!
Kneeling behind her, Knuckles ground his thick, young cock around in the narrow white crevice of her buttocks, pressing the softly quivering cheeks of flesh around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm, fur-lined glove. Then he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quiver beneath him. She groaned slightly as her mature body shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back.
Knuckles dropped both his hands to her full rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressing out gently. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caress along her inner thighs caught her off guard in spite of her resistance. She had geared her mind to the fighting of torture and humiliation, and not this softness and pleasure. Joan shivered slightly as the boy continued his gentle pressure, and her muscles which had been so keyed against an expected assault involuntarily relaxed in loose tranquillity.
Knuckles' face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of flesh that covered her vagina and, as he watched with gleaming eyes, they slowly parted of their own volition to the guiding motion of his thumbs. He could see all of her soft smooth cunt and the glistening moisture of her secretions upon her inner flesh for with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of her resistance, she had let her buttocks slip wider and wider apart.
Knuckles, grinning lewdly, breathed hard and blew softly into her. She squirmed and he could hear a faint groan slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but her movements were not those of escape or fear but of reflex from the feather-like touch of his hands and breath against the tenderness of her unprotected flesh.
With a sudden lewd expression, the youth raised his head to press his face into the perfumed wetness of his teacher's vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she could not slip away from his grip, and then with one quick rush of his thick pink tongue, he thrust forward between the warm moist folds of her defenseless cunt. The adolescent heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her tenderly spread pussy, and he pressed his mouth still closer to wetly kiss the whole of her exposed cuntal crevice. He began curling and flicking his spearing tongue, sucking and licking crazily while her heated vaginal passage involuntarily contracted tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh," Joan whimpered into the straw, half in shame, half in encouragement, at the dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit up between her legs. Every muscle in her lushly naked body tautened at the wet licking at her open loins, while soft escaping sighs of unwanted delight arose from her constricted throat. She tried to fight her lewd responses, but the exquisite sensations pursued and tantalized her tender flesh relentlessly. She sensed that she was gradually losing the last remaining ounce of restraint, and her naked body was approaching the state where nothing would matter except to kneel in masochistic bliss to the rapacious punishments to which she was surrendering herself. The lewd admission of her complete defeat made her squirm her buttocks back against the sucking mouth to punish herself still more.
"Goddamn!" the open-mouthed Mickey Hagen gasped. He watched with disbelieving eyes as she groaned and twitched spasmodically beneath his buddy's orally fucking tongue that was lashing into her swollen pussy. Shit! He could see every full, rich detail of Knuckles' lips in her fleshy, parted snatch! Ol' Miss Frazer was going wild from his face buried in her wetly pink cunt and licking madly away. Man, this was tooooo much! He took his hand and wrapped his sweaty fingers around the throbbing shaft of his hotly aching prick, beginning to stroke his youthful hardness lightly in time to the slavishly flicking tongue that was sliding into her upturned vaginal slit.
Knuckles worked slave-like behind the kneeling woman, his tongue withdrawing and plunging, withdrawing and plunging, making wet sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust. Joan's cries were one long low continuous moan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue from the insides of her warm clasping vagina and found the hard, throbbing little clitoris with his lips. He pushed his face farther into her teeth while wantonly she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in an unwilling dance of lewdness.
"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Joan chanted, her body completely out of control and her mind rapidly approaching that same point from the delicious and obscene sucking of her cunt. With a lewd and smug satisfaction, the boy behind her could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at her pussy with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive them both completely insane with desire.
The older woman's cunt flowered involuntarily wider and her moistness increased with each further second that his sucking mouth worked at her widespread loins. Her secretions ran in warm wet trickles down the sides of the youth's cheeks as he pressed tightly into the softness of her smoothly grinding buttocks which were enclosing his face in warmness.
"Uhhhhhhh," she grunted deliriously as he moved his voracious young mouth deeper into her vagina, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with every searing lick he took. Oh God, how this boy was debasing her; treating her like a common whore he had bought for a case of beer! The strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her fevered flesh again. She wanted to be destroyed by him; she wanted to be fucked and sucked until she could never walk again! The lewd subjugation of her helplessly kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited sensation!
"Ohhhhhhh, yes, you little bastard!" she suddenly heard herself chant uncontrollably through passion-contorted lips. The obscene rhythm of the skewering tongue in her cunt was simply too much for her to resist despite her fervent prayers and vows! "Suck me, lover boy! Eat my pussy!"
Knuckles heard her dirty words and felt the wild abandoned tempo of her body; and his long bent cock ached from the anticipation to ram it into her lushly throbbing moistness. With some difficulty he slithered to his knees and worked his hips toward the now wetly glistening opening of her buttocks from behind. He held his virile penis tightly between his fingers with its blunt, blood-filled head poised at the pulsating hot opening of her cunt. He watched with lust-gleaming eyes as her tiny wet pussy lips contracted and throbbed around the hair-fringed edges like the gasping mouth of a fish, and he felt a small dewdrop of seminal emission forming slowly on the end of his painfully aching penis. He had to have his lovely teacher now or it would be too late! He couldn't hold back another instant!
He moved forward, slipping as far up between her wide-splayed thighs as he could possibly go, and guided his odd-shaped cock forward between the warm soft folds of her moistly swollen pussy. He groaned, feeling that never in his entire fifteen years had he had anything so soft and tender around his heatedly pulsating shaft. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet, ready flesh, the lewd contact of his slightly curved hardness pressed into defenselessly quivering buttocks incited him to uncontrollable lust. Knuckles flexed his youthful loins, feeling all his frustrations, built up since Saturday and the plans for this very moment had first been made. Suddenly, unable to control himself any longer, he surged forward into the warm velvety flesh of the groaning older woman in front of him. He gasped aloud through the silence of the crumbling barn as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting pussy abruptly slip over and enclose the lust swollen head of his rock-hard shaft.
"Ahhhhhhh," Joan moaned, not from pain, for there was none. She was wet and open and eagerly expecting, and he slid into her easily from the warm moist secretions that had flowed from her shamelessly aroused vagina a moment ago. Now, though, she moaned from the sudden and degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped in Farmer Treakle's barn, with the cruel hands of the two naked boys around her and the rampaging young cock of a third skewering into her from behind. And worse, she was no longer merely bowing to inevitable rape, but was obscenely wallowing in abandoned pleasure to her subjugation and the debasing ravishment of her body. She had lost her battle against the lewd sensations, and rising flames of desire were engulfing every inch of her naked flesh. Even the agonizing thought of her total surrender was sending chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the savage rhythm of the young boy's odd-shaped penis beginning to skewer smoothly into her cunt. There was no respite, the intrusion deep inside her dilated pussy growing and expanding before his uncontrolled assault. She felt the heavy weight of his muscular loins crushing down hard against her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he sank his eagerly jerking hardness as deep inside her hungry white belly as far as he could go.
But this was still not enough for the lunging teenager. He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes he had established, and brought his open hand down hard against her defenselessly upraised buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot through the barn with Joan's startled scream also shattering the silence.
"Move your ass, Miss Frazer!" he hissed behind her. "Move that lush ass of yours good!"
Joan complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated as she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her hips back against his virilely driving cock as though she were glued to it.
"Come on, shake it, teach!" Knuckles gasped through his tightly clenched teeth as he felt her reacting to his hands digging into her gyrating loins. "Shake it! Shake it!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she exclaimed over and over as she bucked beneath in answer to his commands. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her nakedly subservient body inciting him to faster and harder efforts. Her breath became one long continuous moan that was no longer muffled by the filthy straw. She was droning out into the barn, her face turned sideways on the hay so that all the boys could stare down at her and see with lust-gleaming eyes the effect the wild fucking was having on her. Her lips opened and closed in groaning torment, half in humiliation and shame from the uncontrollable sensations surging through her nerves, and half in fear that she would be ripped asunder by the cruelly hooked penis that was now pumping so brutally into her cunt.
There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the straw dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth and then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. She raised her eyes and to her horror saw a white, impatiently pulsating penis right in front of her face. Mickey, who could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of his naked teacher being fucked from behind by one of his pals, had come closer and wriggled up under her face. Her head was now pressed tight into his loins and his legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
The youth lifted her head with the flat of his palm pushing back against her forehead. With his other hand, he rubbed the blunt tip of his lust, swollen cock across her lips. She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her in such a manner that she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly together and try to keep it away, but Mickey was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth.
He groaned and struggled against softness of her closed mouth, feeling it opening little by little, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge from his buddy fucking her in the rear, Joan gasped. His excitedly throbbing cock crushed through her softly moistened lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the heatedly rigid flesh slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its boyish hardness.
"Suck me, Miss Frazer," she heard Mickey command harshly above the top of her head. "Suck my pecker until I cum!"
She had no choice because he had brutally bent down and pushed her nostrils together so she could not breathe. Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting length of tender young penis, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His firm round testicles bounced against her chin and there was the sweet odor of budding male excitement around his hairless loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder of the cruel depraved attack to which she was being subjected. It was different, though, so different than being forced to suck the depraved old janitor's cock in Dayton.
Behind her, Knuckles could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck faster into her, battering mercilessly her quivering ass cheeks with his hard driving hips. His hands gripped her naked waist and squeezed the softly plaint flesh as he stared down at her curvaceous bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Mickey's gleaming white penis disappearing into the moist pink fullness of her lips shot electric thrills up and down the length of his spine.
"Man!" Knuckles sputtered. "Man, oh man, oh man…!"
The saliva in Joan's mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of Mickey's seminal fluid seeped from the end of the boy's cock into her working mouth. She could feel his virile young hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head as though he were in the throes of a fevered death. His short little fingers were curling tightly in her hair as he slipped her ovalled wet mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting hardness as though it were just another cunt into which he was venting his adolescent lust. She could feel his pulsating shaft stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no more room left, and she moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down her throat as though it were trying to meet the other student's penis skewering deep into her belly from behind.
The older woman knew that at any moment Mickey's wildly jerking cock was going to begin spewing out loads of lewd young sperm into her mouth until it spilled over her lips and ran down her chin in thin white trails. Instead of being revolted by the idea Joan was incensed more than ever by it, and she thought of it as being the second finest thing which could be happening to her now – the first best thing being to feel young male cum bubbling up into her warmly hungry cunt.
In place of shame or guilt or pain was the wonderfully exciting desire for her whole mature body to be saturated in fresh boy seed until it swirled up inside her belly and spluttered out again in wildly flooding rivers of erotically depraved sensation. She wanted to be filled by it, to grovel in it, to swallow and absorb it until her very pores were swimming in it. And she sucked insatiably at the young boy's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the tender stalk of male flesh, thrusting back her loins at the same time against the more than willing youth behind her, opening the wetly gripping muscles of her pussy so she could absorb every fraction of smoothly pistoning penis deep up inside her.
And then… she got her wish!
She felt her insides erupting in great hot flashes of intensive fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending stream of mounting pleasure. She licked and sucked at the hardened virile cock in her mouth like a demon, groaning around the thrusting prick as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering cock inside her vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmaaaaawwwww!" she managed to scream intensely, and then the boy in front of her jerked as though he'd been stuck by a pin. He writhed his lean hips up tight to his teacher's face, sinking the full length of his madly ejaculating cock deep down into her gasping throat. His hot fresh cum squirted into her like a rush of raging water, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating from the pressure of his youthful surge of sperm. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of it when, a moment later, his penis oozed in a glistening limpness from between her voraciously sucking lips. His hands pulled her head forward to lay trapped against the whole of his wearily trembling loins.
She could still feel its soft rubbery length pressed tight against the cheek of her face when she heard a high-pitched grunt behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last savage rush as Knuckles, fucking into her mercilessly, shoved himself as far as he could go against her. His mouth opened wide with a loud uncontrolled: "Agggggghhhhhh!" and the naked young teacher felt his semen filling her vaginal passage with a great spewing. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his lean hips against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated Mickey who had just forced her to suck him dry.
There was no movement except for the whipping sounds of young Wayne Conroy masturbating by the side of them, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as he too approached another orgasm. There was a movement of bodies and Joan felt herself falling to the ratty straw as Mickey slipped from under her and Knuckles lifted himself exhaustedly from her back.
The double-raped teacher rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and not caring. She had never felt so despoiled and sordid in all her life as a horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must have looked like, a grown adult woman nakedly being buffeted between two teenage boys like a helpless rag doll. Her body ached and she dimly felt hands crawling over the wetness of her inner thighs, which were still moist from Knuckles' sperm. She did not move as she felt the lips of her ravaged vagina being pressed apart again, and looked up through half-slit eyes to see the revenge-crazed Wayne kneeling between her open legs. He was stroking wildly with his hand at his long virile cock, locking his eyes on her cunt as he insanely fingered the matted black curls and swollen pink flesh of her wet pubic mound. She heard him groan, saw the leap of silver-white jetting from his penis, and felt a sudden rush of new hot cum flooding wetly over her naked breasts. She just lay there, too battered and defeated to even place an arm protectively across her sperm-splashed breasts, just letting the fresh young cream dribble down from over their fleshy globes and trickle across her naked sides… For a long moment their heavy breathing filled the barn. Then Mickey Hagen slowly rose and said: "Hey, I gotta get home now. I'm late for dinner as it is!"
"I don't want to get my old lady down on me, neither," Knuckles Gerber added, standing and beginning to pull on his pants and shirt.
"Yeah," Wayne said as he looked down at his shuddering, once proud teacher, a slow grin twisting his handsome face. "I'd say Miss Frazer's had her fill for one day."
"Gee, Wayne… you think we'll get in trouble over this?" Mickey asked in fearful hesitancy. "I mean, she might say something…"
"No way," Wayne sneered in reply. "Not if she's smart, she won't. If she does, we'll just say she took us down here and threatened to fail us in school unless we did what she wanted. It'll be her word against ours, three against one, and my ol' man runs things in Montock."
"Gol-ley!" Knuckles whistled appreciatively. "I'm sure glad your dad will be on our side if this bitch starts yelling. She wouldn't have the chance of a snowball in hell."
Joan rolled over onto her face and cradled her head in her arms against the straw beneath her. She had dimly heard the words the boys had spoken, and though her mind was dazed and shattered, she intuitively realized the truth of what they had been speaking.
The three lewd boys chuckled amongst themselves as they finished dressing, and then Wayne came over and stood above her with his legs spread wide and his fists pressed arrogantly to his hips. "Not a word about this, teach," he taunted down at her. "Anyway, a good fucking never hurt no chick, 'specially one as old as you!"
Joan felt him slap her resoundingly on her fleshy, exposed buttocks. In spite of the startling shock and stinging pain, she didn't make a sound of protest or turn over. And then she heard the hay crunch beneath their feet as the teenage boys turned and left her in the barn…
The contemptuous spank which Wayne had slapped across her buttocks was the last straw to Joan's benumbed senses. She lay in utter exhaustion for a long while in the quiet barn, and oddly she felt neither shame nor guilt nor revulsion in the aftermath of the boy's orgiastic rape of her flesh. She had felt something last Wednesday, she thought, as she sprawled with her face to the foully matted hay; now only complete satiation was flowing through her in a soporific trance. It was as if she was becoming calloused and no longer cared what happened to her. As Wayne had said, there was really nothing she could do, was there? The boys could force her to submit to every bestial lewdness they desired, and there was nothing in the world she could do to stop them.
Later, perhaps, after her mind had had a chance to return to normal, she might begin to feel all the tormenting emotions that were presently drained from her. But now… now all she seemed to be able to do was wonder who had proven to be the teacher, and who was the one who'd ended up being taught… Finally she managed to gather enough strength to stagger to her feet and nakedly began to gather the tatters of her clothing together…