Midge Gette - Teaching Sex Education

"What's the matter, pussy," John grinned, showing yellowed teeth as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Please, leave us alone. Please. We won't tell," she pleaded on the verge of tears.

"Tell?" he teased. "Tell what, pretty baby? How that rotten bastard raped you? How he took your cherry? How I saved you?" he giggled, slipping his shirt off.

Jennifer saw heavy body hair black against chalk white flesh, the ribs showing clearly above a heavy stomach. She turned suddenly to run and stumbled into Billy.

She leapt away with a scream. Then, for a moment, she thought he was someone who would rescue her, someone her own age, an ally.

"Ain't she pretty, Billy?" John sniggered, unbuckling his belt.

Billy nodded, his eyes wet, sniffling. Jennifer looked from one to the other, to Jud's slack form. She turned and ran toward the dunes. John leapt after her, his hands grabbing out. The fingers of one hand caught in her panties and the cloth gave, ripping away from her hips. She stumbled and kicked forward, running upward.

John cursed and moved after her. Billy watched them moving into the shadows. He glanced toward Jud as if seeing him for the first time.

"Come on, you asshole, or she'll get away!" John yelled back at him.

Billy sighed, then remembered the plastic bags of heroin in John's pockets, and forced himself to move up after them.

Jennifer gasped for breath, pulling at the high grass, her feet sliding in the sand. Behind her she could hear the ragged breath of John. If she could get to the road, would she be safe? What about Jud? The now cold night air chilled her flesh, and her lungs ached.

Cursing, John looked back to Billy catching up with him. Where was the girl? There was not only the danger of losing her but of the police being involved. He could dump the bags of scag but the tracks of needle marks on the insides of Billy's arms would not help. Damn! where was the little bitch, he wondered.

Jennifer knew the highway to be deserted at this late hour and knew that there were no homes or businesses for miles. She was on her own. No one would be coming to her aid now. She glanced back from the covering of the dune's shadow to see that Billy had caught up to John twenty yards behind. Biting the inside of her lip, she started moving to her left, back above where Jud lay.

"Get up to road and we'll have her trapped," John gasped for air, shoving Billy ahead.

He watched Billy climb, the stupor of the heroin receding a little from the exertion and the resistance his system was building to it. He looked across the patterns of moonlit sand and shadows, seeking the girl.

Jennifer dropped down between two dunes forty yards from John. Twenty yards below Jud lay sprawled on the beach. She kicked the sand away, scooping at it with her hands. She was still afraid, but in the pursuit the panic had eased and reason returned. Pushing the sand away, she dropped down into the shallow, pulling the sand back over her. Within moments only her face showed in the darkness. In the distance, she heard the voices of the men.

"Any sight of her?" John called back.

"Nothing," Billy called back.

"Okay, stay where you are. I got me an idea," John yelled evenly.

Jennifer chilled. What were they going to do now? Why didn't they just leave? She wanted to cry. She wanted Jud to embrace her. She wanted them to be somewhere safe.

"Hey, cunt! You can hear me, so you'd better give a look see at your boyfriend," came John's voice from below her.

Cautiously, Jennifer raised her head and shoulders from the sand and looked down to the beach. John stood over Jud, a knife in his hand catching the light of the moon. She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming.

"You see, bitch? You see what's In my right hand? Okay, keep watching," John yelled, going to one knee. He scooped Jud's genitals into the palm of his other hand and held the knife down over the base of Jud's penis. "Now, you see what's in my left hand? Well, unless you come on down here an' show me an' Billy a good time, I'm gonna have me a souvenir. You understand? You ain't no cherry no more, baby, so it ain't that big a deal ballin' us. But if you don't, your sweety here ain't never gonna ball no one again. You got five seconds to say something."

Jennifer stared in horror, hardly able to comprehend John's words. Would he actually castrate Jud rather than let her escape? She knew she could not risk guessing wrong. Slowly, almost wearily, she stood.

"I… I'm coming down," she forced herself to yell. “I knew you'd get smart," John said, folding the blade of his knife away, and flipping Jud's genitals from the palm of his other hand. He looked down and smiled, then stood as Jennifer came down onto the beach.

"You can come on back, Billy," John called. "An' you can come over here and undress me, puss," he grinned at Jennifer.

Jennifer stood looking at him, helpless. Her arms dropped to her sides and her blouse and skirt fell to the sand. John's eyes touched the swells of her breasts above the lace cups of her bra, roamed down over the slope of her belly to the copper coils of her loins, and then down the lengths of her legs. When his eyes returned to hers they narrowed with impatience. Forcing herself, she lifted one foot and then the other, moving toward John, hearing Billy coming down from behind her.

"Get to work," John sneered coldly.

Her trembling fingers unbuttoned his slacks and tugged the zipper loose. The trousers slid down his thighs, and she stared at the boxer shorts with the hard bulge of his prod pushing them out.

"The shoes, stupid," he spat.

Dropping to her knees, she began unlacing the shoes. Her eyes flicked to Jud as he moaned. Was there still a chance, she wondered as John stepped out of one shoe. Could they still be free of these monsters?

"You got your knife, Billy?" John asked, and Billy nodded. "Good. Make sure the boyfriend don't get outta hand."

Tears spilling from her eyes, Jennifer watched Billy crouch beside Jud, knife in hand. John raised one leg as she held the trousers.

"Now the shorts, pussy," he ordered when his trousers were off.

Jennifer straightened and unsnapped the shorts. They dropped around his ankles and he stepped free of them. Before her face was his hardened flesh. Jennifer wanted to laugh at him and tell him he was small in comparison to Jud, but she knew better. Suddenly, John's hand grabbed her hair.

"Now, I want you to eat me up good and drink me down. You understand," he said sharply, jerking her head.

She nodded, tears streaking her face. She forced back a gagging sensation.

"I can't hear you!" He growled.

"Yes. Y-yes, I understand," she said tearfully.

“That's a good little puss," he giggled and shoved her head toward his crotch with the grip of her hair. "Get it on!"

Squeezing her eyes closed over her tears, Jennifer parted her lips, feeling the softness of his head against them. He lunged and he was inside her mouth. She forced back a choke, and closed her mouth around the pike, tasting unbathed flesh. She tried to pretend that it was Jud, finding it easier to suck and bite at the fullness. She heard John begin to moan, his grip on her hair loosening.

Jud raised his head, consciousness gradually returning. The pain from the blows to his head still burned behind his eyes as he tried to refocus, and recall where he was. The beach. He and Jenny had been making love, a voice, a man, and then… He jerked his head up and saw Jenny kneeling before a man, eating him as he held her by the hair.

Feeling blind rage well up, Jud started to leap up from the sand when he was grabbed by his own hair from behind and thrown onto his back. Above him stood a younger man with a knife outburst toward Jud's throat.

"You lay there nice an' quiet an' you'll be okay," Billy slurred.