Jackson Robard - Present for teacher

Miriam heard the boys' laughing grunts, and a helpless sinking sensation gripped her insides as she speechlessly watched them strip themselves of their clothing before her. Her eyes remained fixed upon their naked youthfulness, her mind blanking from sensible reasoning as she stared at their virile passion-erect penises jutting lewdly out from their firm, hairless young abdomens.

"Don't… Please don't hurt me," she whimpered cringingly.

"I made them promise they wouldn't, Mrs. Dodge," Mark said reassuringly. "We just want a little fun with you, like I had. And Jesus, you sure seemed to like it then."

"That's right, teacher," Joey Gore added in a soothing voice. He moved toward her, lowering himself down to the mat to sit beside her. "You be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you. I mean… like this!"

Before Miriam knew what was happening to her, he was jerking her against his muscular, developing body, drawing his thick, long cock into the softness of her flesh as he crushed her tightly to him. Miriam wanted to fight, to scratch and tear herself free… But too suddenly for her to react against, he was kissing her, working his wet, pink tongue deep into her mouth while his friend Don laughed excitedly from above them.

No… Oh God, no! But the feel of his youthful rigid penis furrowing into the quivering flatness of her belly sent cruel shock-waves surging through her body. She sensed his one free hand smoothing around the back of her tight, thin dress and down over her buttocks, the other hand clutching her waist tighter against his throbbing, naked hardness. Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned lewdly down into her panic-stricken face.

"Now, that's more like it, Mrs. Dodge. But I can see that since you're the only girl we invited here, you're sort of uptight, right? We got just the thing for that. Don, get our pretty teacher here a beer."

"Pl… please, Joey, don't do this to me. I beg of you…"

"Why, Ma'am, you're getting yourself all upset over nothing," he said to pacify her. "We just figure since you like Mark fucking you, you should have your chance to get your fill of boys. Have you ever thought how nice it would be to have three cocks gang-banging you all at one time?"

Don Watson thrust an open can of beer at her. At first she refused to take it, and Joey grabbed it and shoved it viciously at her face.

"Please, I don't want…"

"Drink it," he snarled, his smile leaving him as abruptly as it had come. "Drink it, or we'll force it down your throat!"

Miriam felt her flesh crawl at his threat and again she sought for pleading words that might reach him. But she could tell it was hopeless, and that she was in the hands of a savage young brute, dull-witted and drunk. Trembling, she took the can from him and swallowed several deep mouthfuls of the warm, sudsy alcohol. There was a heavy whiskey taste to it and she could tell it had been strangely spiked to make her even drunker than she already was.

"That's more like it," he grinned once more, and his hand reached out to gently stroke her body beneath the dress. His long, thick fingers traveled softly, pinching and teasing at all the most sensitive areas he could find. "Go on, drink some more…"

Miriam did, feeling as though she was in some kind of terrible dream and would soon wake up safe and sound in her own bed.

She pleadingly looked up at Mark Trenton and then cringed beneath the self-confident smile on his handsome face. It seemed impossible that the boy she'd so ardently loved last week could be a part of such a filthy degrading rape – yet it was true. Worse, she was beginning to wonder if this was going to actually turn out to be a rape. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the stiff boyish penises that jutted out from the loins of the other two young boys. Somewhere deep in her mind, she wondered if they would feel better inside her than Mark's slender young hardness had. Ashamed at her own weakness, she drank the last of the whiskey spiked beer and unwillingly accepted another can…

"Let's get her Goddamned clothes off," Mark suddenly yelled out. "Jesus, I want to fuck Mrs. Dodge again!"

"That's the spunk, kid," Joey urged. "But I get to fuck her first this time!"

"Me, I wanna fuck her in the mouth," she heard Don Watson snicker excitedly. "Just look at them lipstick covered lips! Shit, I can feel them already around my prick, sucking like hell!"

As Miriam listened to the obscene conversation being spewed all around her, she tried to speak, but found that her words were stuck tight in her throat. She could barely breathe, she was so paralyzed with dread. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness that was being directed at her from the leering young teenage boys circling around the mat. Yet as Joey Gore began to touch the top button of her dress, she suddenly struggled insanely against the boy. She somehow broke free and leaped to her feet, her drunken mind reacting in one last desperate bid for escape. "Let me out!" she screamed as loudly as she could. "Help! Oh God, please somebody help me!"

She lunged for the locked door, but they caught her easily, and two of them held her pinned back down to the smelly, soiled mat as the third began unbuttoning her dress.

"Don't rip her clothes," Joey warned. "Remember, she'd doing this of her own free will… right boys?"

Miriam sprawled helplessly on her back as her dress was slowly removed from her cringing flesh… her brassiere was unsnapped roughly by a hand worming its way beneath her back… and then her thin white panties were rolled slowly down from around the fullness of her buttocks and slipped off of her legs… God, she was now as totally naked as they were!

Huddling, she watched in frozen horror as the boys moved in on her, their lust-contorted faces twisted with their animalistic desires. She could barely breathe the stuffy, unclean air of the storage room, and what she could inhale was pungent with the erotic scent of their virile young genitals. Don Watson slipped his hands down over her breasts, cupping and squeezing their firm roundnesses while his stiff, erect penis pressed along the smooth, tanned sides of her body. Joey Gore was on his knees in front of her, his big hands running obscenely down over her belly and thighs, while he crowded in as close as he could to rub his swollen hardness up against the nakedness of her satiny smooth hips.

"No… no, it can't be… God no…" she mewled fearfully over and over. She was helplessly locked in a cell-like room, to be plundered in their drunken, uncontrolled fury! Suddenly, her moans turned to sharp gasps as she sucked in a savage breath of air. Don Watson had closed his mouth over one involuntarily swelling nipple, biting it teasingly while his lips sucked hungrily at the white, throbbing flesh of her uplifting breasts! Weird, masochistic sensations began to seep through her body against her will as the boys continued to fondle her naked, exposed body. Her alcohol-dimmed mind was unable to cope with the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to swirl up from deep within her defenseless loins. Shamefully, she had to admit to being unable to stop the rising excitement their youthful hands and lips upon her were triggering. Dear God! She must fight it with all of her strength! She must not succumb as she had last Sunday to the depraved temptation of sweet young flesh!

She whimpered under their brutal assault, her head still raised as she gaped around the room at the tender, hardened penises thrusting lewdly from the crouching young boys. God, any one of them would have been enough to set her wild and that would have been terrible enough… But here and now there were three of them, three delicious naked boys, not just one! She mustn't let them win! She mustn't!