Chapter 9
How long and how many times they had rucked her shamelessly pleading body, the voluptuous redheaded teacher could not remember, but now, naked again, Susan Mayer padded barefoot into her bedroom from the bathroom where she had just finished taking a long soapy shower. She had douched out her cum-flooded pussy first, and then carefully cleansed all the rest of her tits and thighs free of the drying cum left from the multitude of cummings of the three young boys and the older man. Towelled and powdered with talcum, she slipped into a thin satin lounging robe, thinking with a strange cynicism as she did that it had been a honeymoon gift from her ex-husband. God, when had John Mayer been part of her life? A thousand years back? A millennium ago?
She stood in front of the mirror, letting the soft folds of the robe fall loosely down around her nakedness, and inspected her reflected body. There were masses of light-colored bruises around her inner thighs, and her full, pink-nippled titties were painfully raw even to her lightest touch. She slipped her hands down farther, trying to tentatively feel between the soft, fur-rimmed lips of her well-fucked cunt. She moaned slightly from the dull-little spasm which lanced from her pussy up into her belly, but now she was thankful that at least her fingertips no longer became all wet and slicky from cum. God, if she became pregnant, she wouldn't even know who the father was! It could even be one of the young students who had fucked her and cum in her. They were old enough to make kids now.
Yet, as sore as her wildly fucked pussy was, Susan was more intent upon inspecting her firm, naked body for signs of moral dissipation. But strange, she had to admit, nobody would know by looking that she'd just been fucked half crazy by three young students and a grown man....
She could remember the almost dream-like trance into which she'd fallen after she'd been fucked to her first cum. Time had become a meaningless blur to her after that, a merging of seemingly myriad different cocks all fucking and cumming up into her hungrily devouring pussy, time and time again. Her cunt had continued to react with cum after cum as her fellow teacher and neighbor and her three students had bent her to their lusts, but any thought of resistance on her part had long since been shattered, and she had only been able to fuck back mechanically as they had used her defenseless flesh between them.
She could barely recall the older biology teacher taking her home and dumping her on the bed. There was another, hazier memory of the three young boys telling him that they would return to school and report that their teacher had suddenly been taken sick....
Susan turned away from the mirror, tying the robe tightly around her body and starting for the kitchenette, attempting to stifle an impulse to laugh hysterically. Sick! My God, after untold hours of being rape-fucked by three animal-like children and a grown man, what woman wouldn't be sick! And there was no question that it had been rape, she told herself as she turned on the stove to make coffee. Her natural resistance had been sadistically short-circuited by the hallucinogenic, aphrodisiac mushroom that she had unwittingly eaten beforehand. Hurriedly, she mixed herself a cup of coffee and walked into the living room to sit down. She shivered on the couch, feeling a cold, clammy dread steal over her at the thought of what the insidious hallucinogenic had caused her to do.
And yet, for all her bitter rationalizations, Susan was weakened by the reality of the facts. Hallucinating or not, she had willingly allowed her nakedly spread pussy to accept their brutal fucking of it, and had eagerly spread her trembling thighs for them to fuck all they wanted to up into her traitorous cunt! She could not deny the memory of thrashing mindlessly on the blanket, pleading to be fucked-and yes, fuck was exactly the right word-and the tremendous, rolling waves of overwhelming passion which had wracked her highly sensitized flesh. The three young boys and the depraved older teacher's cocks had actually felt good fucking her, and no matter how degenerate and lewd it was, she could not deny the truth of it to herself.
In fact, as she sat and sipped her coffee, Susan was forced to admit that she felt nothing but utter and complete relaxation in the aftermath of the four-way gang-fuck she had submitted to. Neither hate nor revulsion had taken hold of her mind this time, as they had after young Tony Miller had fucked her or after Mitzy and Andy Stotski had so lewdly licked her pussy and fucked her last Saturday. God, not only had she reveled in the forbidden sordidness of a gang-fuck, but it seemed to have lessened her tensions and soothed her nerves far better than all of her short-lived vows and broken promises! How ironic, the copper-haired woman thought, that she, who was once so sinlessly frigid and despised sex, should sit here and even think in such an obscene manner about a gangfuck. She chuckled to herself, feeling contented and satiated, almost grateful for the callousness which was beginning to thicken the mental skin of her once pitifully naive innocence.
She had changed, there was no doubt about that in her mind. Whether her horrible lessons in sexual awakening had been for the good or not was another matter, but she hoped that perhaps in another town she might be able to find a good, decent man to whom she could bring the physical pleasures she had come so recently to crave! Yes, by tonight she would be on a plane heading west in search of that town and that faceless man, and some time next week she would mail in her resignation, using the reason of health which the boys had so thoughtfully set up for her already. She would have to hope the school board would believe her, for leaving here was her only chance. Even if she had to hitchhike, she had to go at once rather than stay here awhile, as she'd previously planned, for it was obvious to her that she was unable to trust either herself or anybody else when it came to holding her newly discovered passions in moral check. One more day like this one in Old Orchard Beach, and God only knew what kind of a sluttish whore she would become....
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She turned, blood draining from her face with sudden irrational fear. "Wh-who's there?" she called out in a timid voice, clutching the robe tighter to her. "Who's there?"
"Andy Stotski," a husky voice responded. "Open up, I have to talk to you."
"God no! Haven't you done enough to me today? Go away!" she tearfully cried back at him. "Oh please, leave me alone and go away!"
"Open this door, you little kid-fucking bitch!" Stotski demanded harshly.
"I ... I'm sick!" A clammy iciness crawled up the young woman's spine, a premonition of what was going to happen to her if she opened the door. "C-come back tomorrow!" After I'm packed and gone!
"You weren't sick a few hours ago, baby. I think you're bluffing!" A fist banged violently against the paneling. "Open this door or do you want the whole neighborhood to hear what I've got to tell you?"
"Oh God," Susan groaned, dread clutching at her insides. She was afraid to open the door, but she was now more afraid of what would happen if she didn't. The older teacher had proved he was totally merciless when it came to carrying out his threats. She stumbled toward the door, unlatching it slightly so she could peer out at the man standing in the hall.
"Jesus," Stotski snorted contemptuously and shouldered his way inside her home. Susan felt herself being pushed back against the wall from his brutally forced entry. "I've never seen such a woman for the pure-hearted virgin routine as you, I swear!"
"Now, wait a minute," Susan said, stiffening under his cruel references. "This is my apartment, Mr. Stotski, and you can't just barge in like you own it."
"No, you're right," the older man chuckled, slamming the door behind him. "I don't own the apartment, but by God, I sure do own you!"
"Wh-what do you mean?" Susan asked quizzically, sucking in her breath. "What do you mean, you own me?"
"Body and soul, baby! You'll do anything I say when I say it, and if you know what's good for you, you'll like it, too." A wicked gleam of salacious delight glowed in his beady eyes. "Right now I want you to come over to my place tonight and make a red-hot fuck film. Come just as you are in that slinky robe. Damn, it's just the right thing, I do believe. Just the right bit of interesting apparel to start things off with," he added, and slowly he licked his thick lips hungrily. "I've got a helluva market I can sell films of you and kids to!"
"I will do no such thing!" The younger woman gasped at his unbelievable suggestion, and stepped back from his hot roving gaze. She felt as if he had already stripped the robe from her and she were standing before the man absolutely naked. "I will not do anything for you!"
"Well, baby, let's just see what you will do and what you won't." The older teacher pulled a cellophane packet from his inside pocket and tipped a set of color photographs into one hand. "I was in my darkroom since we, ah ... last saw each other, developing some film. I'm thinking, in addition to the ones I can sell in Boston and New York, of making a number of sets to donate to the junior high school. They're all good kid-fuck material, like this one, for instance."
He thrust the snapshot in front of the horrified teacher's face, and as she involuntarily took it in her fingers, she suddenly realized to what the obscene man was referring. From deep in her subconscious came the memory of bright white flashes going off and strange clicks in the background while the young boys were fucking her. Her passion-crazed mind had not related them to a flash camera at the time, but it was unmistakably clear now that that's what they had been. In horror, she glanced at the first one, seeing herself spread-eagled on the blanket, her heels pressing tightly into the ground. Her hands were tangled in young Willie Baker's hair, pulling his young face tightly up between her lewdly spread thighs where he was licking and sucking her naked cunt with his lips and tongue. Every sinew of her body was straining for the final orgasmic release, her mouth hanging open and her face contorted with raw, crazed lust.
"Or what do you think would happen if your nature-study class saw this one?" Andy Stotski chuckled cruelly as he tormented the woman with a photo of little Ted Brooks fucking into her hungrily devouring pussy with his hard, boyish cock. "Or this one?" he asked. "Or this...?" showing her picture after picture and adding degrading descriptions of the voluptuous redhead's lewd actions with each. His breathing was heavier now, and it was apparent even to her that the pictures and the humiliation he was inflicting upon her were making him want to fuck her again. "This is a real gem." He taunted her with still another. "Perhaps the Board of Education would be a better place to send such a fine example of their teacher's hobbies while out in the woods on nature trips. This is real nature-in-the-raw," he laughed loudly.
Susan's head reeled from the humiliation of standing before this evil man while his lusting eyes absorbed every obscene position she was in on the glossy prints. She was almost sick from the detailed monologue he uttered, using the most lurid fuck words imaginable in his filthy descriptions of what the boys were doing to her nakedly stripped body!
"Now baby," he said after he had filed through them all. "You see why I own you lock, stock and pussy? You'll do exactly what I want when I want it if you hope to keep these pictures out of the school board's hands. And tonight, I want you over at my house, you understand-eight o'clock sharp!"
Susan attempted one last desperate act of bravery, hoping to frighten the biology teacher into giving her the lewd photographs and leaving her alone. She looked him in the eye as coldly as she could, her courage spurred by her desperation. "Get out, Mr. Stotski. Give me those horrible pictures and get out. If you don't, I swear I'll call the police and have you thrown in jail!"
"Hah!" Andy Stotski bellowed. "You call the police? Don't be stupid. You're the one in the pictures being fucked by an assortment of junior high school boys. It would be the word of a respectable teacher against that of a woman who poses for dirty pictures!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Susan screamed. "You wouldn't dare show them to anyone!"
Stotski slashed his heavy palm brutally across Susan's face, knocking her back onto the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes as she fell back, and a slight trickle of saliva appeared at one corner of her mouth. "Don't ever tell me what I wouldn't dare, baby," he snarled down at her. "You give me any more trouble, and by God I'll have enough sets of these made to pass out to every student at the school and then sell in all the adult book stores from here to California!"
In a state of shock, Susan watched him as he stood glaring down over her. She dabbed lifelessly at her mouth with the fingers of one hand, wondering dizzily what she could possibly do now. My God! What other choice did she have? If she didn't do what he commanded of her and make a dirty film, she would lose the last ounce of chance she might have to start a new wholesome life. If the school board got their hands on them, she would be barred from working anywhere. Everyone in town would see her getting fucked out of her mind by mere kids! Slowly she stood, averting her eyes from the man as she walked toward the front door.
"All right," she whispered in defeat. I'll ... I'll do whatever you want. But I want the pictures first."
"Not a chance, baby," Stotski sneered sharply. "I didn't promise not to sell them in Boston and New York; I'll just keep 'em out of Maine."
"How ... how do I know you'll keep your promise if I do?"
"Why, you can always trust me, baby," the husky man purred. "I always keep my word. And just to make sure you don't chicken out, I'll be back for you at eight o'clock sharp," he added as he slipped out the door and closed it behind him.