Wednesday afternoon, seventh period sex education class time!
As Joan had hoped while lying in Treakle's evil-smelling barn, the passage of time from then to now had helped to heal her mind and body. As Wednesday had rolled around again, most of the bruises on her ravished and battered flesh had gone away, but she still seriously doubted whether anything could ever entirely eliminate the damage done to her spirit.
She had been unable to shake the horror of her situation, and the living nightmare of all that had befallen her at the hands of those three sadistic children. And more abhorrent to her than all else was her own depraved submission and degenerate quest for sexual satisfaction. She couldn't help the constant nagging knowledge that she had not just succumbed to young Wayne's perverted streak of vengeance, but had bargained willingly, giving herself to the obscene lustings of him and his equally brutal friends with a wanton shamelessness that was unforgivable. She still was unable to feel the repugnance and self-loathing she knew she should for her own unspeakable depravities, and this was frightening her more than all the wicked acts which had been committed upon her more-than-willing flesh…
After she had finally managed to pull the tattered remains of her sweater and skirt around her naked body, she had stumbled through the empty field to her rooming house, where she'd cleaned herself up as best she could and fallen into an exhausted sleep. Luckily no one had seen her walking from the barn, and had it not been for the bruises and puffiness around her lips and eyes the following day, Joan doubted whether anybody would have known that something had happened to her at all.
As it was, she allayed suspicion with a few hastily-formed excuses, and locked the appalling truth inside her heart, there to remain forever hidden as far as she was concerned. To expose the whole hideous episode would be the same as slitting her own throat. The boys' word in a town controlled by Agnew Harrison Conroy would be all that would be needed to condemn her. In fact, as Mr. Blatherton had pointed out, since she was the teacher of the sex education class, hadn't she already been condemned?
Joan had decided, of course, that she had no alternative but to leave Montock as soon as possible, for she had truly been beaten. She had already handed in her letter of resignation to Ozgood Blatherton Tuesday, citing ill health and the strenuous demands of the curriculum as her reasons for quitting. The principal had been naturally distressed, assuming that she was going because of the "vicious rumors" the Parent's Committee were supposedly spreading, never dreaming of the actual nature of her sudden decision. He had tried to calm her, but she had been adamant, and after some discussion he was forced to accept her letter sadly. But in order for her to get another teaching position elsewhere, she had to work another two weeks until the School Board acted on her resignation; it was only a formality, but a necessary one.
In two more weeks, she vowed to herself, she would pack up her bags and vanish from this horrid place. Until then, she could only pray that Wayne and his two evil cohorts would leave well enough alone and not do or say anything to make the situation worse…
Now, once again, she was hurriedly walking down the aged grey hallway of Montock High, books in one hand, a can of film in the other. Two more sex education classes, she said to herself with tight-lipped anxiety; only two more times that she would have to formally face those wretched little monsters across the room and teach them of a subject they already had passed with flying colors. Joan felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical smile of bitterness at this galling bit of irony, but as she neared Room 12 again, her stomach began to knot and convulse as if it had just turned over.
When she entered the classroom, the five students were in their seats, looking expectantly toward her. She forced herself to smile, endeavoring to portray an outward calm by sheer force of will, but in doing so she unwittingly glanced at young Wayne Conroy sitting at his desk. She saw his beady little eyes rake up and down over her body with blatant lewdness, and her belly began to churn like a whirlpool. And then she saw the twisted, lewd grins on Mickey Hagen's face, and the similar one the Gerber boy wore, and she sensed the blood draining from her face. Even as she looked at them, Knuckles Gerber leaned over and whispered something to Mickey, and they body broke out into a meaningful series of suggestive snickers that brought the blood roaring back to her cheeks in a flaming blush of color.
God, how could she go through with this hour? Joan moaned to herself. How could she stay in this room and act as if nothing was the matter? Well, if she didn't, the only alternative would be to run… run right now and never look back. And then the truth would come out as questions about her strange behavior would be asked… No, if she were ever to have another chance, she simply had to find the strength. And thank heavens there was another film today, so she could hide her obvious emotional upset behind a mask of darkness…
"All right, class," she said with her chin held high and her voice unwavering, "Today we have another educational film. It's all about the different glands of the body, I understand, and how they operate during puberty to change boys and girls into young men and women. It… It isn't as explicit as last week's film, but I think you'll find it most worthwhile."
Again the three boys sniggered, as though they had some evil plan cooked up between them. Joan rapped her hand on her desk for attention, and with a crispness of tone, she snapped: "I hardly see anything funny, and I assure you, class attitude will count in the final grade you get! M-Mickey? Will you put the film on, please!"
Mickey Hagen arose slowly, still grinning. "Why, yeah, Miss Frazer. I'll be right proud to do anything you want!"
Swaggering, he took the can and went to the projector at the rear of the room. Then, hidden by the large machine, he reached down to the enclosed shelf of the metal cart and switched the educational reel of film for another one! As he threaded the celluloid strip of this second movie through the projector, he looked over at Wayne and gave an obscene wink to his buddy. Wayne had supplied the new reel, having stolen it that morning from his father's private pornography collection in his basement den!
Unsuspecting, Joan requested Lucy Hamilton to switch off the lights as before, then hastily went to sit down in the front row of seats, unavoidably close to Wayne's own chair. Then, thankfully hidden in the dark, the teacher took her first breath of relief and sat back to watch. She heard a quiet shuffling of chairs and the patter of feet, and she glanced back just as the silver screen lit up, and saw through the dim light that Mickey Hagen had gone to sit beside Sharla Gronsworth, while Knuckles Gerber was now leaning close to full-breasted Lucy Hamilton. She frowned momentarily at this strange behavior, but then her thoughts were jerked back to the film as the sound-track began to play the opening theme…
The scene Joan viewed on the screen before her was of an idyllic country setting. Unlike the meadow of Farmer Treakle's pasture, however, this glade was more sheltered with tall clumps of trees and thick, lush bushes, and the ground was covered with spongy dark green moss. Joan could hear the faint trickling of a babbling brook running through the small, sunlit glen off to one side. She felt puzzled and more than a little nervous, for though she hadn't seen this particular film on glands before, she had been led to understand it consisted of a professor lecturing with a series of diagrams and slides.
As the teacher watched, another soft noise could be heard, and then she saw that a young woman was entering the clearing close to the stream. She was a dusky, coffee-with-cream-colored black girl about twenty-two years of age, and as she walked to the middle of the clearing, Joan suddenly felt more surprised than ever!
The extremely beautiful Negro girl was almost completely naked, wearing only a sheer diaphanous gown! Beneath the nearly transparent gown, her dark-hued breasts were full and pointing slightly upwards like an adolescent girl's budding young globes. The camera concentrated on them and the graceful fall of her long, black hair, then slowly panned down her sides to the gentle swell of her belly, pausing at her indented little navel which dotted the high center of her abdomen before rolling over the sweeping roundness of her tawny hips to lovingly freeze at the downy apex of her thighs. There, only partially hidden from total exposure, lay her silken, curly-haired pubic mound, soft and inviting to every devouring eye. Even her light, pinkish vaginal lips could be seen quivering slightly.
Joan shifted nervously, unsure what she should do. Not enough film had passed for her to be positive that somehow she had gotten hold of the wrong can of film, but if she had, it might still be better to let things alone as they were. To stop the movie now would mean she would have to stand up in front of the students and struggle through an hour of unbearable teaching, and she realized instinctively that she was still in no mental condition to do that. God, what should she do? What could she do? Palms moist with perspiration, Joan continued to watch the screen…
The camera was now focusing on the young Negro woman's sensual face. Her features seemed almost slack, her pink tongue moistening lush, full lips as she looked down at herself in the gossamer covering and then longingly at the cool, refreshing stream nearby. The youthful audience could almost hear the thoughts in her head as the girl pondered whether or not she should take a dip in the water. There was another moment of indecision, and then her mind was seemingly made up. She slowly began to unbutton her translucent gown, dropping it to the soft moss beneath her bare feet. She looked pleased by her daring decision as she stood proudly naked in full view of the camera lens, her dark-pointed breasts jutting out fully from the mild-chocolate hue of her body. Naked and deliciously relaxed as though she were all alone in the middle of the woods, she softly padded to the stream and sat down on the sloping bank before it. She dipped one dainty foot experimentally in the clear sparkling water, spreading her long, slim thighs and exposing the quivering pink lips of her light brown pussy innocently as she did.
Joan bit her lip with trembling agitation as she viewed the black-skinned girl slowly turn her attention from the stream to her own naked flesh. Up there on the screen the girl casually lay back on the warm softness of the moss, brilliant sunlight bathing her voluptuously inviting body as she began to drag her long red fingernails up the sides of her thighs and waist, her face smiling with anticipatory excitement. Her fingers curled higher along her skin until she began to tease small circles around one of her upraised breasts, pulling at her tanned little nipple until it responded eagerly, rising to an unashamed tautness between her prodding fingers. As she rubbed the hardening nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she began to languidly open and close her legs just enough to reveal the trembling slit of her vagina again, glittering with beginning moisture between her scissoring thighs. The camera moved around in position until her toes were pointed directly at it and the watching audience, and then she dug her heels into the thick carpet of green beneath her, a gleaming flicker of rising passion obvious in her ebony eyes.
The sight of the naked young woman on the screen made Joan wince with sudden, acute embarrassment. As she watched, she tormentedly remembered her own masturbation in front of young Wayne last Wednesday, and her same wanton disregard for common decency as this girl was portraying now. She blushed slightly as shame flicked through her conscience, and twisted her buttocks down in the chair as though she were trying to bury her guilty loins.
"Cl-Class," Joan uncontrollably gasped out loud to her students, "This… this is not the film I had for you. I…"
"What difference does it make, Miss Frazer?" Mickey asked from near the back of the room. "We can see the picture about glands next week."
"Sure," Lucy Hamilton chimed in where she was next to Knuckles. "This one looks as if it might teach us something."
"You don't want to stop it, do you?" Wayne said to her in a low, almost threatening voice. "If I were you, I'd let it run."
Joan glanced over at the handsome youth and caught the wicked gleam in his eyes. A defiance rose in her as she considered the disrespectful tone of his voice and the implication that he could tell her what to do in or out of her own classroom. But then came the warning voice in her mind: two more weeks. That's all you have to suffer through, just two more weeks… She turned her head back to the movie, afraid to say yes, afraid to say no…
The naked girl writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. Both her hands were running over the flat plane of her quivering belly as she groaned softly at her own lust-inciting touch, until finally her fingertips came to rest at the triangle of her soft, dark-haired loins. She groaned again at the sudden contact of her hands with the moistly swelling lips between her legs, but then pulled her legs up, her toes still curled in the moss. She allowed her legs to fall wide apart, exposing to the excited film viewers all the glistening tenderness of her vaginal crevice. Her fingers crawled to the soft, hair-fringed cuntal flesh and spread them slowly apart until even the dark round hole of her pussy entrance was fully visible, and her tiny puckered anus peeked invitingly below the splayed slit.
Joan tensed in disbelieving shock as she watched the dark-fleshed girl slowly insert a middle finger into the glistening pink valley between her widespread buttocks and begin to stroke the tiny bud-like erection of her clitoris. Her sensuous movements gradually increased as her probing fingers worked themselves deeper between the hair-fringed edges, smoothly widening the wet, pink lips of her contracting cunt. Her legs jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts, and the full rounded buttocks rose and fell in response as she joined two fingers with the first and pushed all three into the hungry pink folds of her vagina. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise, and a sighing moan of pleasure purred from her full, open mouth.
Joan was leaning forward now, her mind rebelling at the lewd spectacle of viewing a young black woman finger fucking her own nakedly squirming cunt. This picture was far more depraved and lewd than even the sex film of last week! Then she heard the mingling gasps of youthful excitement coming from both boys and girls behind her, and she turned around to see what was happening. She was not surprised to see that all their gazes were avidly glued to the film, but was shocked breathless as she made out in the dim light they were doing in the back of the room! Mickey Hagen had his hand deep up inside the unbuttoned blouse of Sharla Gronsworth, his fingers eagerly massaging her budding young breasts! Joan averted her eyes away, only to see the whiteness of Lucy Hamilton's thighs where Knuckles Gerber had lifted her dress above the tops of her slightly spread legs, exposing the smooth flesh of the girl's inner thighs!
God! She must demand they stop before her whole class degenerated into some kind of obscene orgy! But all the corrupting perversions which she had experienced since the previous Wednesday had turned Joan into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, capable of reacting uncontrollably to the slightest sexual stimulus. The horrified teacher found herself gripped with an awe-struck immobility by the lewdness surrounding her and the pornographic film unreeling before her widened eyes.
Worse, Joan began to sense that her own flesh was beginning to involuntarily throb in response to the masturbating woman on the screen and the passionate embraces of the teenage couples. Desperately, she pressed her thighs together to cut off the unwanted tingle that had started by itself in the pit of her belly and was gradually working downward into the sensuous crevice up between her thighs. The lurid actions of the naked ducky-skinned girl and the blatant sexuality of the boys and girls were causing tiny licking flames of renewed desire to flicker hotly through her blood despite her unwillingness to allow the eroticism. She could feel small pin-pricks of delightful sensations racing through her pulsating breasts, hardening her tender nipples into chip-like projections against the thinness of her brassiere, and she could feel the heat of her breath rushing from her flared nostrils as she became increasingly stimulated.
Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew that no matter what young Wayne threatened to do to her, she had to halt this obscene film before things ran away with all of them. Events had already gone much too far, and Joan's face crimsoned as she thought of Mickey's fingers digging cruelly into Sharla's firm little breasts. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and she could feel the warm wetness between her thighs increasing with every passing second.
Oh God, she had to get up and switch off that film! And yet… she couldn't seem to force herself to make that necessary move. Perhaps, she rationalized, it would be all right for a little while longer. The petting of the adolescent couples behind her wouldn't hurt anything so long as it didn't go any further, and she could always stop them if it did. She would sit, she decided… but only until the delicious tingling between her wettening thighs subsided. Joan turned her attention back to the movie, waiting in anticipation and nervous – fear of her own ragged emotions to see what would happen next… The dark-skinned girl on the mossy ground had become possessed by now. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove moans of pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sank into the tight, pink opening of her cunt, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face had darkened as she strained for her rising climax. She groaned in frustration as her own fingers fucked harder and deeper. They were not enough, and her head rolled from side to side on the ground, her long dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against her wantonly writhing buttocks, the groans faster and louder with each surging thrust.
Suddenly a giant German Shepherd dog ran into the range of the camera and leaped savagely toward the girl. The Negress' eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs and protect herself, but the dog had already reached her and was growling viciously in warning. The young woman froze in the position of masturbation, her thighs spread and with her knees still drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the huge beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenselessly unturned loins.
Joan had jumped when the dog had bounded into the clearing. Her nerves were already on edge, and the sudden rush almost frightened her out of her wits.
"My God!" she gasped to herself, voice quivering. "What is this film I'm showing? Surely the audio-visual department wouldn't have allowed…"
"No," Wayne Conroy said beside her. "The movie ain't one the school bought."
"What?" Joan swiveled her head around, surprised by the unexpected appearance of the sadistic young boy beside her. "Wayne! What are you doing away from your desk?"
"Why, Miss Frazer," he answered with a grin through the dim light, "I thought I'd calm you down. I can see you're all shook up over the dog being there, but don't worry. He'll only fuck her."
"How do… How do you know?" whispered Joan falteringly.
"I've seen this one before, that's how," the youngster replied, and then he chuckled in a low, lewd tone. "Sit down on the floor, teacher. We'll watch the film together."
"Wayne…"
"Sit down on the floor with me, I said," he snarled. "And be damned quick about it, child-molester."
Joan's blood turned to ice as she heard his obscene name-calling. It was a brazen, lewd reminder of the blackmailing hold the cruel teenager had over her life, and the fact he would have no compunction against following through with his threat if she didn't do exactly what he wanted. Realizing she had no choice, she slid from her chair, shivering with humiliation at the thought that all the other students would be able to see her obeying like this. She dropped with her knees bent under her, her softly quivering buttocks resting on the backs of her legs, and found that Wayne's arm was waiting for her. He brought his hand up around her waist and hugged her close to his lean, virile chest. Even though she was unwilling to submit to this further indecency, Joan had no choice but to cringe against the boy and make no protest.
"Now, Miss Frazer," he whispered wetly into her ear, "let's just relax and watch the movie…"