Chapter 7

Barbara slept fitfully that night, drifting in and out of erotic dreams and nightmares. She woke Sunday morning, remembering with a sudden surge of anxiety and remorse the wonderful terrible events of the night before. And she knew she was lost. It had happened and it could not be erased, and if there'd been a chance in the world Sonny would keep secret the fact that she had seduced him and sucked him off until he came in her mouth, she knew she could never hope for as much from Bobby. He would tell. It was inevitable. And it seemed to Barbara that her only logical course of action would be to get up right now and pack and catch the bus back to San Francisco, then send her letter of resignation from there.

She knew that was the thing to do, and yet she did not do it. Instead she stayed, as people will sometimes stay in their homes and perish rather than flee a war or some natural disaster. She stayed because, even not admitting her motives to herself, she had loved what had happened to her and she knew that sooner or later that, or something even better, would happen again. In Bobby Lane she felt she had discovered a real man, the first real man she had ever known in spite of the fact that he was only sixteen years of age. He had fucked her, and not only had he had the courage to fuck her, he had given her an orgasm. And that was more than anyone else had ever done.

On Monday morning she got up and went to school with a mingling of dread and burning anticipation. She knew not what the day would have in store for her; she was prepared, somehow, for almost anything . . . and nothing happened. It was like any other day at Hatfieldville High. She taught her classes, had her lunch with her unsuspecting fellow faculty members, listened to a few special problems some of her students brought to her after class, and put up with the usual amount of nonsense from the most mischievous of her students. Bobby looked at her in a slightly different way, with a kind of intimacy, as though they shared a secret that belonged only to the two of them. But they were private glances, meant she knew for no one but her.

That afternoon when she left school and walked home alone Barbara felt a combination of relief and disappointment, disappointment she then attributed to the fact that the humiliating confrontation and exposure she'd thought was imminent was being postponed. The following day was no different, with one notable exception. Sonny, who had during the last several school days become sullen and moody, began again to participate in class.

And so it went. By Wednesday Barbara was almost in a state of euphoria. She began to believe that somehow she might have been spared. She had committed her wrongs, she had been prepared to pay the price, just as her predecessor Dorothy Priddy had paid. Now she was beginning to wonder if she hadn't miraculously been given a second chance. It was of course an unrealistic dream. But she clung to it, as a condemned murderer might cling to the dream of last minute pardon.

The big topic of conversation that week around both the school and the town was Friday night's game with the neighboring town of Hastings. Hastings and Hatfieldville, she learned, had a long history of rivalry and even enmity, where football was concerned. For several years Hastings dominated both Hatfieldville and most of the other teams in the area. Two years ago Hatfieldville had eked out an upset. Last season Hatfieldville had been the hands-down favorite, and they had lost in a game marred by poor sportsmanship on both sides. This year local sports writers were calling the teams evenly matched in spite of the awesome reputation of The Four Horsemen. School spirit was riding high.

Thursday night was the night of the traditional Hastings-game pep rally and bonfire behind the gymnasium. Not only the school but most of the town turned out for the occasion. The bonfire was enormous, the pep talks and shouting and speeches on the part of the coach and the stars of the team reminiscent, in Barbara's mind at least, of Nazi rallies in Munich in the 1930's. There was a madness in the air, a madness that was contagious in the sheer mass energy it engendered in the universal consciousness of the town. It was contagious even to Barbara, who found herself participating avidly in the yells. And at least it served as a break in her routine of lonely nights. Since Bobby Lane had so cruelly ravished and raped her defenselessly responding young body, her nights had become even more unbearable than before. Sometimes she lay awake almost till dawn, tormented by the exquisite heartbreaking memories of those few moments of forbidden ecstasy she had known once and had begun to fear she would never know again.

The pep rally lasted until about ten o'clock, then Coach Johnson announced its end, admonishing the team members to go home and get a good night's rest, admonishing the townspeople to go home and pray to God for victory. Barbara stood listening to this final anticlimactic speech in the flickering orange light of the dying bonfire, her eyes wondering over the crowd to seek out the face of Bobby Lane, standing with the other three backfielders and Darrel Clayton just behind the coach. Then Burt Johnson finished and she felt a faint twinge of disappointment as she saw the youngster who had so violently raped her turn without a glance in her direction and walk, with his entourage, off the field toward his pick-up. She sighed, also turning to start back to her house, when she was startled by the hesitant voice at her back: "Hello Miss Halperin. I was wondering if I could walk you home?" Barbara looked down with surprise at the hopeful face of Sonny Wilkens. "Just to the door," he added quickly.

Barbara hesitated for a moment, glad for the company, any company, yet placed naturally on the defensive after what had happened last Saturday at the dance. But Sonny seemed during the last few days to have forgiven her, and this would perhaps give her an opportunity to re-establish a rapport with the teenager of whom she'd once been so fond. Then she smiled, warmly, looking tenderly down into his eyes.

"Yes Sonny. I'd be very happy to have you walk me home. To the door."

Together they walked around the corner of the gymnasium and started down the street. It was a clear comfortable night. There was a feeling of lingering excitement and movement in the town, deriving perhaps simply from the movement of the automobiles of the townspeople driving home from the rally, and hardly a word was exchanged between the teacher and her young student until after they'd crossed Main Street and were descending the last couple of blocks to her place. Then hesitantly Sonny broke the comfortable silence.

"I guess I acted like a real idiot Saturday night."

"Oh no, Sonny," Barbara said quickly, wanting to smooth that over as much as possible. "You're . . . your attitude was understandable."

"I was just jealous I guess. I thought, after what had happened-"

"Sonny," Barbara interrupted. "I don't want you to talk about that."

"No. I want to tell you what's on my mind," Sonny said resolutely. "After what.. . what happened, I guess I got to feeling that I had some special . . . hold on you. Then when I saw you with Bobby. Bobby has everything . . . so many women. He's the football star and everything. And for him to take you away from me, I just couldn't stand it."

"Bobby didn't take me.. . away from you," Barbara stammered in exasperation.

Now they were but half a block from her place, and Sonny walked the greater part of that distance in silence, speaking again only as they were crossing Mr. Gladstone's driveway:

"I know. I understand. Bobby and I had a long talk about you the next day."

A spontaneous gasp rose in Barbara's throat, and when she spoke it was with a cracked and quivering voice. "You had a talk about me?"

"Yeah. Bobby told me what had happened, and how he'd talked to you about me and my . . . problem. And of course I told him how.. . you know . . . what you had done for me . . . "

"Sonny!" Barbara whimpered, a tightness constricting in her throat. "You told him about . . . about that? And he told you . . . about.. . ? "

They were crossing her yard, ascending the steps. Barbara was walking on wobbly legs and she felt in her shock almost severed from her own salaciously excited body. She realized but vaguely that during these last few days she'd been living in a dream, deluded, unable to face the facts of life. And this now was the beginning of the end, the end to which she'd been resigned and then somehow imagined she'd escaped.

"So I was thinking maybe . . . , " Sonny went on, "how you sort of told Bobby you would really help me out. I was thinking maybe we could do it tonight?"

"I didn't tell Bobby anything of the sort," Barbara gasped, looking down wide-eyed at the self-confident youngster. "So you go, now. You go home right now and I.. . I will just.. . leave here . . . tomorrow."

"No," Sonny said. Then he opened the door, which Barbara had not even bothered to lock before going out, and walked ahead of her into the house.

Dazed, Barbara followed him down the darkened hell. She saw his silhouette framed in the doorway of the living room. She was reaching for the light, but Sonny reached first for her, his hands going up around her, his body pressing awkwardly against her breasts. He bounced onto his tiptoes, kissing her hungrily on the lips as his hands moved down to seize the tight-clenched half-moons of her ass-cheeks from the outside of her skirt, pulling her loins urgently against his grinding pelvis so that she was acutely aware of the lust-bloated hardness of his cock grinding right against her pubic mound on the outside of her dress.

"Ooooh," Barbara purred in spontaneous reflex to the physical sensations darting through her loins from the teasing contact. For a moment she let herself respond naturally in spite of the horror and shame that gripped her. She felt Sonny's hands tearing at her clothing, jerking the tails of her blouse up out of her skirt and starting to lift the skirt itself up off the panty-clad half moons of her ass. Then something in her snapped, as it always did, and in a sudden violent motion she pushed Sonny away from her, pulling her skirt back down and retreating a couple of steps back into the hall. "No, Sonny," she said in a trembling voice. "I'm not going to do it. I'm not. And you're not strong enough to force me the way Bobby did."

Panting like a cornered animal, Barbara stood in the darkness staring at Sonny's shadowy form. Then she sucked her breath in in a hoarse gasp, stepped forward and reached to the inside of the door-facing to switch on the light. Then she almost fainted at what she saw.

Seated around the room, on the couch and in the easy chair and the straight-backed chairs at the dining table were Bobby Lane, Danny Morrow, Jimmy Crane and Tommy Howard. The Four Horsemen!

Barbara felt as if she could have passed out right there on the spot from the shocking sight of the four eagerly leering teenagers, staring at her with their hungry animal-like eyes in a way that made her skin crawl. And it was then that it came to her, vaguely, from somewhere far in the back of her mind:

War. Pestilence. Famine. Death.

The original Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, out of The Revelation. And Barbara didn't think now that she could have felt any more helpless and vulnerable if it had been those four mounted symbols of human suffering who confronted her right now.

"W-what do you want?" Barbara gasped absurdly, her face pale with fear and shame.

"I think you know," Bobby said with a trace of a smile. "Sort of a matter of team spirit. One for all and all for one. Like the Three Musketeers. And we figured Sonny deserved a share too since he missed out on Miss Priddy."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Barbara croaked. "I want you to get out of here right now. I don't know what you're talking about."

"We're talking about gang-bang, Miss Halperin," said Danny Morrow.

"Noooooooooo!" Barbara squealed, her sheer sensation of hopelessness causing a lewd masochistic excitement to dart feverishly through her betraying loins and flesh. "Nooooo, you can't do it to me. You can't. I won't let you."

Mortified by shock and fear, Barbara watched the two boys stand up and walk slowly toward her. She knew she could not escape. They had her. Both her terrible secrets had been exposed and by tomorrow certainly the whole school would know every evil thing she had done and had had done to her since she'd come here. But first she had this final humiliation to endure. Yet still she felt obliged to protest.

"You can't do it," she blurted again as the boys moved into a circle around her, Sonny taking her hand to pull her in toward the center of the room. "Tomorrow's the big game with Hastings," she stumbled absurdly on. "You'll . . . you'll wear yourselves out."

"We can handle Hastings this year walking in our sleep," Bobby said flippantly. "But I think you're the one who's going to be worn out before we're through tonight."

Then they were on her. As Barbara stood still and unresisting, immobilized by her shock and fear, the boys tore at her clothing, pawing over her with their hands. She felt completely demoralized and defeated and she knew there was nothing she could do to resist. She stood passively as their fingers moved over the softness of her half-naked flesh and continued to tear at the remaining flimsily concealing garments of her underclothing until she was stripped finally to the nude, and she could do nothing but gaze hopelessly around, trying futilely to shield her breasts and the little golden patch of the hair of her cunt with her hands.

"Who's first?" Danny Morrow asked, starting eagerly to peel the shirt off his own broad muscular shoulders.

"We can take her two at a time if somebody doesn't mind her mouth," said Jimmy Crane.

"Hell, I'll take her mouth," Tommy Howard put in quickly.

"No, I don't want it," Barbara sobbed helplessly as the shocking chatter continued, her eyes glazing as she watched the boys stripping off their own clothing to reveal their athletic naked young bodies. "Please, just let me leave. I'll go. I'll leave town right now, tonight, if you just. . . "

"Sonny's first," said Bobby Lane, putting a sudden halt to conversation.

"You damned right," Sonny said in a voice that was uncharacteristically tough and determined as he stripped off his own shirt to expose his comparatively frail torso and started to remove his trousers. "And a couple of you guys hold her for me, because I want to do it right." Then, a sharp glint coming into his eyes, he looked at Barbara and smiled. "Miss Halperin, have you ever had your pussy eaten?"

"Oh God no!" Barbara sobbed, trembling with shame.

Then suddenly she was being pushed down to the floor, naked on her back. Someone seized her wrists, stretching her arms straight out above her head on the scratchy carpet while two more pairs of hands grabbed her ankles, pulling her thighs out into a spread-eagled posture to completely expose and open the tingling little orifice of her cunt. She was helplessly pinioned, completely open and vulnerable, naked to the bone. There was nothing she could do to resist, and as Sonny, now also naked, dropped suddenly down to his knees between her thighs she couldn't deny the tremors of even further longing shooting out in a wild electric current along her straining inner thighs and over her lightly perspiring flesh.

She was lost in a shocked state of drunken numbness and, through glazed eyes, she stared down at Sonny, looking now almost fearful as he lowered his own face between her loins, his hands moving up to ease her thighs even farther apart before his tongue suddenly flicked from his lips to dance directly down into the soft hairs of her cunt, flicking teasingly over the quivering bud of her clitoris as his fingers moved higher to slowly part the moist gently pulsing little slit until her vagina was completely exposed to his excited gaze. Then with a low groan of lust the blond-haired teenager dropped his head lower and buried the full length of his tongue straight up into the sensitively quivering depths of Barbara's openly flowered cunt.

"Ooohhhhh," the spread-eagled blonde school teacher whimpered in spite of herself, her whole voluptuous body jerking in a sudden tremor from the unwelcome shocks of pleasure purling relentlessly through her belly and loins. "No, please, Sonny," she wailed in a delirium of insincere protest. "You can't. Please don't do it to me. Please don't do it."

Yet even against her will she could already feel the traitorous excitement building through her body until she thought the very nerve-ends of her skin would explode in the searing flames of her desire. Already she was finding it less and less easy to remember that she was being raped against her will. Sonny was drawing the tingling delicate folds of her vagina deep into his mouth, and a low sigh escaped her throat to signal the beginnings of willing submission to the lewd assault.

Smiling in lascivious triumph, Sonny pressed his face lower, pushing his open mouth against the desire-swollen wetness of her cunt, nibbling gently at the erect little bud of her clitoris before again darting his tongue straight up into her burning vaginal opening to prompt a sudden automatic writhing of her hips up from the carpet to meet his slavishly sucking lips.

"Oh God," Barbara whimpered in submission, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room. Her vagina was on fire and as Sonny continued to tongue deeply into the warm moist furrow of flesh her face contorted with passion, her body jerking in frenzied little contortions in its spread-eagled position on the floor. Now all her inhibitions were lost and the lust-demented school teacher groaned in shameless desire, shaking her head from side to side to whip her long golden hair over the softness of her shoulders as her cunt flowered open wider and wider, the fragrant wetness of her passion running in narrow trickles down the sides of the teenager's cheeks.

"Boy, look at Sonny go!" said an anonymous, excited voice.

"Yeah, look at him eat that cunt!" another echoed.

Barbara barely even deciphered their obscene comments. She was completely swept up in the obscene sensation of the lips and tongue sucking and licking gluttonously at her flame-seared little cunt. Her eyes were closed tight, her teeth-gritted, her face contorted with her building lust as she began to buck and writhe even more wildly on the floor. Then suddenly the madly titillating sensation ceased. She opened her eyes, a little cry of frustration escaping her lips, then sighed and sank down in peaceful surrender as she saw Sonny slide quickly up over her body and felt the small, rigidly erected hardness of his cock prodding right up against the lust-tortured lips of her cunt.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Yes, fuck me, Sonny. Put your cock in my cunt."

After what he'd just been through Sonny hardly needed any further encouragement, and he leaned quickly forward on Barbara's luxuriously naked breasts, positioning his pelvis between her thighs and guiding the swollen head of his rigid cock right up into the entrance of her passion-saturated little cunt. He groaned as he felt her tightly clinging skin close glove-like around it, sucking and pulling hungrily at his erect little phallus, and he skewered it as deep as it would go, his sperm-swollen balls smacking with a thud against the crack between her upturned buttocks before he flexed deeply, then, almost losing control immediately, withdrew and fucked hard up into her again.

"Oooooh," Barbara moaned ecstatically beneath him as the moistly heated inner walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his impaling cock-shaft like a tight-fitting glove. Sonny's slenderly distended cock was racing in and out of her like a rapidly pumping piston, his pelvis grinding down hard onto her straining flesh as she squirmed and tossed beneath him, her bucking movements almost pitching his light young body completely off as the boy intensified his own thrust to a frenzied staccato rhythm.

Then suddenly Sonny groaned, moving into a series of even more violently racking lunges, and Barbara's eyes rolled in her head as she realized what was happening. A moment later she felt his cock stiffen even harder and begin suddenly to spew its white-hot liquid far up into the hidden recesses of her womb. Spurt after spurt of his gushing sticky semen ricocheted against the walls of her expanding passage as she jerked and writhed even more wildly, straining for the release that evaded her. But it was too soon, and even as she continued to buck and thrash beneath him she felt the impending relief slipping relentlessly from her grasp. Then Sonny's weight fell heavily across her continually writhing body and his spent, already rapidly deflating penis began to slither back out of her desperately clenching loins.

"No, oh God no!" Barbara cried out in her unbearable frustration. "Don't stop now. That's not fucking, you little . . .

Her tirade ceased and she looked up through dazed eyes as Sonny rolled off her and sat up, looking shamefully around at his companions. "I guess I loused up," he croaked.

"Oh God," Barbara cried, unable to contain herself. "I want more. I want a real fucking. Bobby. Bobby, come on and give me the real thing."

"Not me," Bobby said. "Tonight's for the other guys first." He paused, looking around as the two youngsters who'd held Barbara's arms and legs released her. "Tommy, you and Jimmy go ahead. One of you take her mouth and the other get her dog-fashion from behind."

"Oooooooh," Barbara moaned in the shame and humiliation of it all. She closed her eyes, letting her still spasmodically twitching body go almost limp as she was rolled onto her belly, two new pairs of hands searching over her flesh, pushing her into position.

"Kneel up," a voice commanded her and she drew her legs obediently up beneath her belly almost to her breasts, arching her buttocks invitingly high into the air. She felt Jimmy Crane scoot up on his knees behind her, a little shudder coursing through her loins at the first contact of his full man-sized penis up between her open-splayed thighs. It was almost twice as big as Sonny's and a little tremor of delirious delight coursed over her flesh at the thought of having it finally inside her, filling her, quelling the raging lust burning out of control through her loins. The whole episode still seemed almost more than she could imagine, but now she was in it and she knew there would be no way out until the end.

At the same time Tommy Howard was stationing himself on his knees before her, his erect cock bent downward by his hand to aim straight at her slack, slightly open mouth. She was going to get it from both ends at once and as Jimmy suddenly levered even more tightly up against her from behind and she felt him insert the thick cudgel of his bulbous cock-head between her already flowering and moistened cunt-lips, her spontaneous movement of retreat caused her to run almost smack into the pulsing male hardness aimed down at her face in front. Then, as though operating by means of a silent signal, both boys suddenly thrust.

"Uuggghhhh!" Barbara grunted as Tommy's gagging cock-shaft rammed suddenly into her mouth and Jimmy's hard male penis plundered just as swiftly up into her from behind. She took them both at once, Tommy's rigid cock sliding easily between her teeth and down the length of her saliva-coated tongue, Jimmy's lust-hardened cock skewering relentlessly up into her defenseless vagina to the hilt. The boy behind her wrapped his hands around her flanks to prevent further retreat, and Tommy seized her hair to hold her face in place against his loins. Then, almost as if they'd practiced it before, the two youngsters began to fuck in a swift and perfectly timed rhythm in and out of her from both ends.

Barbara's trapped body was buffeted like a rag doll between the two groaning and panting youngsters. Jimmy skewered into her with hard racking lunges, slapping his pelvis loudly against the proffered cheeks of her ass as he drove his penis again and again to the hilt up into her lust-inflamed little vagina. From the front Tommy's engorged cock-head was ramming almost to her throat, filling and stretching her ovaled lips until she thought she would gag.

But there was no escape, and the tremors of delight coursing out over her loins were already blotting out the frustration she'd derived from Sonny's ignominious failure, and she sucked slavishly at the penis invading her mouth, swirling her tongue in tantalizing circles around the thickly surging cock-shaft as it rammed deeper and deeper toward her throat, grinding and wiggling her naked buttocks wildly back against the boy fucking and mauling her from behind. She was conscious of the leering gazes of the other boys crowded close around to watch, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Sonny sulking in the far corner of the room. She knew her game was up. Something like this could never be lived down in a little town like Hatfieldville and her career here as a teacher was finished. But in the meantime she was determined to exact every ounce of pleasure she could from the lewd ravishment that would inevitably lead to her downfall. Tonight it was the backfield, tomorrow night if there was a tomorrow it might for all she knew be the line. But in the meantime there was nothing but the present, nothing but the two wildly fucking boys skewering their twin cocks into her separately yielding orifices, and the helplessly wanton young blonde wanted nothing more than this, to please and be pleased, to finally quench the fires of lust that tortured and devastated her loins.

Whimpering with masochistic rapture, Barbara let herself go completely, wiggling and grinding her buttocks back with a frenzy as Jimmy's impaling cock continued to plunge into her from behind, sucking with fervor on the engorged instrument of flesh that violated her mouth. She humped and bucked in eager response as they drove her lust-beaten form brutally back and forth between them, mauling and pawing over her nakedly cringing flesh, the very debasement and humiliation to which they were subjecting her prompting in her an excitement and raw titillation that went beyond anything she'd yet experienced. She could feel the nerve-ends of her flesh ignited with the raw searing sensation of the dual-fucking of her mouth and cunt, and already the first tremors of pre-orgasmic release were surging relentlessly over her.

Nor would the boys be far behind. Jimmy was building swiftly toward his own rousing climax, slamming his body violently against the upturned crevice of her ass, attacking her with animal frenzy that matched the animalistic position in which she'd been placed. Tommy was fucking into her mouth with an equal fury, the seminal fluids issuing from the slitted glans at the tip of his cock mixing with the saliva that filled her sensuously hollowed cheeks. Together the three of them were building toward the end, and moments later it began.

Suddenly the nakedly squirming blonde felt Jimmy's ponderous cock twitch and distend even deeper into her from behind, stretching her cruelly invaded little pussy almost beyond belief as he launched into a series of final hard-racking lunges against the wiggling cheeks of her ass. The boy used his knees to spread her thighs even wider apart, his battering cock thundering almost up to her belly as it began suddenly to pump its hot teeming load of semen far up into the quivering depths of her womb.

Sensing what was happening, Barbara rocked back to grind her buttocks even harder against his loins, relishing the painfully deep violation of her loins and the final pummeling fury as he built to the peak of his assault. A moment later the boy in front of her seized her hair even more tightly, smothering her face into his loins and ramming his pile-driving cock all the way to her tonsils as the dam of his own restraint gave way and the first wave of salaciously squirting sperm began its mad dash from his balls up the length of the elongated shaft of his cock.

Barbara gulped as she felt his hot cum spew suddenly into her mouth, the pungent liquid pumping in an incessant flow as jet after jet of his viscous semen pelted to the back of her throat. She was forced to swallow to keep from choking and her cheeks were filled with the lewdly flowing liquid, her eyes watering from the strain as she gulped it hungrily down. At the same time she continued the wanton thrashing and humping of her buttocks back against Jimmy's pumping loins, and her brain was reeling as she felt her own release fluttering to a crescendo far up in her loins, her body soaring and exploding in a devastating burst of fiery delight.

And then it was over. Barbara collapsed on the floor beneath the two boys, feeling their spent penises slip from the respective orifices of her mouth and her cunt. For a moment she basked in shameless satisfaction, purring softly from the little orgasmic waves still rippling over her flesh. Then two more boys replaced the ones who had just spent their lust on her body. She felt herself being shoved, faintly protesting, back into position to do the same thing again. Deliriously she realized that, far from over, her ravishment was just beginning.