Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

"What makes you think so? Who'd catch us?"

"My friend, Ben Sommers. He's meeting me here. He'll come through that door any minute."

"Shit, Lady," Dale snarled, now so close to her that Betty could feel his hot breath on her cheek, "you really are dumb, aren't you? Did you really think that note you found came from Horsecock Sommers?"

Betty's eyes grew wide. Her red mouth gaped open in fear and amazement.

"That's right, Bitch," Dale said. "That note was just a way to get you here. Nobody knows where you are, not even your big cocked boyfriend."

"Don't you talk about him that way!" Betty flared, her eyes flashing angrily. "It's disrespectful."

Tom Zesky chuckled. "Hey, Dale, you picked out one with spirit. I figured she'd be just another tight assed English teacher. This one's gonna give us a real ride."

Betty moistened her lips and managed to speak despite the lump of raw terror lodged in her throat. "What do you boys want from me?" she asked, already sure of the answer.

"Nothin' you ain't gonna enjoy," Dale answered, his fingers caressing her flushed cheek, "I've seen how you keep looking at my crotch every day in English class. Since you seem so interested, I decided to give you a sample of it, and my buddys too."

Betty shrank away from him, her mind gripped now by total panic. She could feel the lust crazed stares of the four hoodlums as their eyes roved over her softly feminine curves and hollows.

Dale stepped closer, and Betty covered her face with her trembling hands, her breath frozen in her aching lungs, and her heart pounding so wildly she thought it might burst. "Don't hurt me, please!" she whimpered helplessly.

Dale grabbed her chin with his fingers and pulled her face close to his own. As he spoke, Betty's nostrils were flooded with the sour smell of his tobacco stained breath. "We ain't gonna hurt you, Teacher, no worse than Ben Sommers does with that big club he's got swingin' between his legs, and I bet you like that kind of hurtin'."

In all her life, Betty had never known such terror. A cold river of perspiration made its way down her spine, and her blood had turned to ice. She glanced from one to another, her eyes glazed with fear and loathing. They were vicious, hateful, and the looks on their young faces told her that they were bent on doing exactly what Dale Paulson threatened. There was nothing on Earth she could do about it.

Bear Jotis stepped forward. Betty looked up into his smirking, thick lipped face as he stared down at her. His big hands moved to touch her richly curving breasts. She backed away, letting out a tiny gasp of horror. Jerry Bova's strong palms gripped her shoulders from behind, holding her fast.

"Goin' somewhere, Cunt?" he growled.

Bear's blunt fingers began to knead her tender breast flesh through the thinness of her sweater. He was rough, demanding, his grasping fingers pinching and hurting her. Betty flinched, her face twisted with pain.

"Stop, pleeeeease stop!" she whined plaintively.

"Shit, Woman," Bear growled, his voice deep and dark with lust, "we ain't even started yet."

"Why don't you park right along here, Ben?" Susie said. She pointed to empty parking spaces along the curb of the deserted street.

"Where is it we're going, anyway?" Ben asked, as he pulled the car to a stop and turned off the motor.

"It's a block or so down the street. I think we should walk. That way nobody'll see your car and come in to investigate. I wouldn't want to have anything happen to spoil your happiness with Miss Wingate. You know that, don't you, Ben?"

Ben Sommers reached over and gave Susie's bare knee a pat. "You're a wonderful girl, Susie, and I'll always remember you."

Susie opened the door of the car and jumped out. "Then let me give you something worth remembering," she said, giggling. "Come on. I'm so horny I can hardly stand to wait until we get there."

Jerry reached down and gripped the hem of Betty Wingate's sweater.

"No," she moaned, "please don't!" Helplessly, she tossed her head from side to side. Bear Jotis was still massaging her firm, tingling breasts, and her nipples were now painfully, urgently erect, despite her overwhelming fear.

"Go on," Dale ordered roughly, rubbing the throbbing lump in his crotch, "strip her, and let's get on with it. My pecker's so hot I'm about to cream in my pants."

Jerry jerked the sweater upward, exposing Betty's tender, white stomach and taut rib cage. In spite of her struggles, he kept pulling, skinning her sweater off over her head. She stood exposed from the waist up, her nicely formed breasts jutting proudly before her.

Tom Zesky let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Aw, shit, look at them jugs. Christ, I could bite on them until she screams for mercy."

Dale laughed coarsely. "You'll have plenty of chance, Buddy. We all will."

Betty swallowed hard, holding back the terrifying flood of helpless nausea that gripped her body. They would kill her, she was sure. The thugs would take from her everything she held dear and respectful and leave her an empty, used up husk. There was no way out now. She was at their cruel mercy.

"Get her shoes and stockings off," Dale ordered. "Let's get on with some fuckin' and suckin'. I been waiting for it too long."

Fighting and crying pitifully, Betty tried to keep them from ripping off what remained of her clothing. It was no use. Jerry held her arms at her sides, and Bear clamped his dirty, crotch smelling hand over her mouth. When she tried to kick, they simply lifted her feet clear of the floor. While Tom pulled off her shoes and threw them into the corner, Dale ripped at the band of her skirt. Soon her clothing was a tattered pile of useless rags. She stood, her arms pinioned behind her, wearing nothing but her tiny bikini briefs.

Dale reached into her crotch and massaged her sizzling crack roughly with his fingers. "Oh, Man, you guys, she's so hot down here that she might melt our cocks."

"Let her try it," Bear grunted. "I'm ready."

Hooking his fingertips under the tight elastic band at the top of Betty's panties, Dale pulled them down, sliding them over her full, flaring hips and down her long, tapering legs. They lay in a puddle at her bare feet.

"Come on," Dale urged, "let's flop her onto the cot and get into some heavy duty sex."

They dragged her over to the sagging single cot and threw her onto its soiled, wrinkly sheet. Betty looked up at the four of them helplessly, too frightened to struggle or even to move. She could hardly make herself believe this was happening. She was a respectable person, a teacher. She had guarded herself so carefully, giving her body only after great thought and only in the right circumstances to men she genuinely cared for. She had never even had a fantasy about being raped. If she had, she thought to herself ruefully, maybe she could think of some way to defend herself against this mindless onslaught. As it was, there was nothing to do but lie there and wait for her heart to pound itself apart.

Dale started to loosen his belt, his sparkling, lust filled eyes never leaving hers for a moment. "Just keep starin', Baby. I know what a great body I got, and it turns me on all the more to have you lookin' at it."

The others hooted derisively, their laughter grating on Betty's ears, and they followed Dale's lead, ripping off their tight clothing, hungrily staring at the helpless woman laid out before them like a banquet. In a moment, all four young men were stark naked, their hugely distended erections sticking straight out before them. Betty tried her best to look into their faces, but her eyes kept being drawn down to the steaming hotness of their moisture laden groins. The hardness of their brutally stiff erections took her breath away. She could smell nothing now but the randy, mind boggling scent of their immediate arousal, and she knew what they expected of her. She was to be their means of quelling that urgency. Betty fought to keep her sanity.