Chapter 10
"Say, Hank, you sure fooled Teach, I gotta hand it to you," Mack Benjamin muttered as he eyes the narrow bathroom door behind which Christine Bernard was still quartered. Ten minutes had elapsed since he and Bruce had led her in there. "How do you think Teach'll act when she finds out she's not going home right now, huh?"
"I told you guys before we pulled this off just how it was going to work, didn't I?" Henry Ferguson had put back on his jeans and sweater but left his shorts off, and. seated on the edge of the old mattress on which Christine Bernard had yielded her hymen, was puffing at a cigarette. "We're going to let her go tomorrow night and not before. Right now, the movies we've got are sexy enough, for sure, but they don't show her getting a kick out of what's going on. We've gotta have something like that for our own protection, just the way I explained."
"I know, but just now, before you browned her, she was yelling about going to the cops. Suppose she does? Jeez, that could get us into a helluva lot of trouble," towheaded. lean Mack Benjamin had a worried look on his angular face.
"I've got it all figured out. I told you about my uncle. Well, he's really the brains behind it. He's a swinger from way out, my Mom's younger brother is, and he's been to Paris and Hamburg and Amsterdam and banged plenty of cute pieces of quiff wherever he went, see? He's got little Chrissy all sized up. You guys all know how she acts like a cockteaser all the time, as if to tell you that she knows what a prick is and what her pussy is for, only of course she's got so many hangups she was still cherry when we got her."
"We know all that. But how can we be sure she won't blab and get us in Dutch?" Ben Elevrson wanted to know as he lit a cigarette and slouched down on the mattress beside the stocky seventeen-year-old "master of ceremonies".
"Now, listen," Henry Ferguson glanced around at the others, then at the door behind which Christine Bernard was hidden from their avid view, "the next step is to make her hot for fucking. When a girl gets it the first time, specially when she has to have her cherry busted the way I did, she's all uptight about what's happening to her and there's a little pain when you bust through the cherry-you all saw that and heard her carry on. Well now, she gets a little rest, and then she gets a little fooling around until she gets so hot she'll go off like a firecracker. That's when we really get some movies that we can hold over her so she'll keep her sweet little mouth shut. You just leave it to me, and like I said, my uncle knows what he's thinking about so far as Teach is concerned."
"Hey, she's been in there a helluva long time," Bruce Melton scowled at the door. "Maybe we ought to go in there and bring her back, huh?"
"Just leave her be. Even a cute broad like Chrissy has to go to the John sometimes, especially after the meal she had," Henry Ferguson gave his crony a lascivious wink.
"No, she'll want to tidy up and wash herself good between the legs in both places-" here salacious laughter interrupted him-"and you'll see, she'll come out pretty as a picture."
"We haven't got any beds for tonight, though," Joey Elverson worried.
"Dummy, don't you remember the blankets I brought along?" Henry reproved the youngest member of Christine Bernard's captors. "Chrissy gets the mattress, because she's our guest of honor. And not all of us guys are going to sleep at the same time, so there'll always be somebody to guard her. If we have to, we can tie her hands and legs so she can't get away." He glanced at his wristwatch. "It's going on eight o'clock. Now remember what I told you guys, nice and easy, don't rush things. We're going to keep little Chrissy till tomorrow night, so all of you can have fun with her. And by the time we send her back home to her cozy little apartment, you'll see, Teach is going to be a changed girl-if she's not, my uncle is going to lose the bet he has with me. Sure, he bet me a hundred bucks that if we did things just the way he said, Teach is going to be dying to get rogered. She won't be able to do without it, now you just wait and see if he's not right."
"But what if he isn't? You lose a hundred bucks, sure, but we might all get thrown in jail or expelled from school!" Mack Benjamin was frowning and glancing again at the narrow door.
"I told you to relax, Mack. First of all, don't you remember how scared Teach got when she found out we were going to take movies and use our Polaroid? Every time I said we might sell the movies to a stag house, she was just about ready to pee in her panties," Henry Ferguson patiently explained. "Do you think she'd want to have everybody at school, like Dean Munson, know that she was shacking up with five guys, all young stuff? It wouldn't do her teaching career any good. Don't think she isn't thinking about that. Anyhow, you worry too much. All of you were in on this from the start. You kept asking me, the first time I hinted that maybe there was a way to get into Teach's panties, that you'd do anything to get your chance. Well, now you've got it. Only, when you screw her, do just what I told you to. Work on her and get her hot. I wasn't trying it for her first time just because I know that broads who haven't had it before have to go through the initiation, like losing the cherry. Hell, I thought all you guys were cocksmiths, the way you were bragging about the broads you've shagged. Hey now, keep it down, Chrissy's coming out!"
He rose from the mattress, crushed his cigarette out under his heel, as the door opened and Christine Bernard emerged. He had guessed just exactly right: she had had to evacuate her bowels as a direct result of her first experience with sodomy, and she had almost hysterically washed and sponged and dried herself to eradicate the physical traces of her matyrdom. Her head bowed and her face downcast, one hand protectively shielding her furry mount, she slowly walked back towards her captors.
"I-may I have my clothes, please, H-Henry? I-I want to go home," she quavered.
"Not right now, Teach." Henry Ferguson moved towards her, slipped an arm around her waist and put his other hand on one off her swelling naked breasts. She uttered a faint little cry and tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but he pinned her to him. "Don't fight it, Chrissy, you want to cooperate, don't you? You know we've got all these movies and those snapshots from the Polaroid, and you know what we can do with them if you're not nice."
"N-nice?" she tearfully echoed, her face turning scarlet to the ears. "How can you talk like that alter what you've done to me? You promised-you know you "did, Henry'-if I-I-let you and d-did what you wanted me to-you'd-you'd let me go. Please. I'm so tired and weak and I feel so awful, please let me go now. Haven't you done enough to me already?"
"Now you be good or Daddy will spank again," Henry Ferguson chuckled. His right hand left her breast and moved around behind her to glide lingeringly and lovingly over the jouncily rounded satiny cheeks of her bare bottom. Christine Bernard squealed and tried to push at his chest, but his left arm pinned her effectively up against him. Purposely, he pressed his crotch against her curly-thatched mount of Venus, and then he kissed her hotly on the mouth. Joey Elverson, unbidden, had hurried to get the camera, and was kneeling down and setting it into action to preserve this seemingly cooperative embrace between ravisher and victim.
She was struggling now, crying, too, almost hopelessly as she began to realize that somehow this precocious youth had cruelly tricked her. "Oh, my God, Henry, that's not fair!" she moaned as she pushed at him, twisting away from his embrace. "You promised-"
"I just promised I'd keep the other guys from shagging you, Teach," he husked as he pulled her back to him, both his hands boldly gripping her now by the naked buttocks. "And so far I've kept my word. But you're not going any-, where else tonight anyhow, so you might as well spend the night here with us. And speaking of cooperation, sure, you let me give it to you because you didn't have any other choice. From here on in, Teach, if you really wanna save that cute little pussy of yours from my four pals, you better concentrate on trying to get real sexy so you know what's going on, understand?"
"N-no I don't, oh, I think you're just horrible-oh, please-you've done everything to me-I wouldn't even let my husband do these awful things you've done-and-and now you won't let me go-oh, please, I'm tired and I'm weak and I'm sick of all this-have mercy on me, Henry!"
"You're going to rest a little, and nobody's going to bother you for a while, Chrissy," he domineeringly decreed. "Then we'll see how you behave. Now get over to that mattress and lie down and try to catch up on some shuteye, you hear? If you don't do what you're told, I'll just have to spank your sweet bare ass again, won't I?"
At this allusion to the shamefully humiliating juvenile chastisement by which she had been coerced into performing her very first act of Frenching on him, Christine Bernard turned a fiery red and bowed her head. Tears edged from under her fluttering eyelids as, head drooping, she slowly turned and made her way to the back to the mattress, sat down on it, and then quickly rolled over onto her side to face the wall, huddling herself into a ball to make herself as small as possible from all those greedy eyes which profaned her.
The five boys moved to the other end of the basement, for a council of war. "Look, Hank, you know what you said," Ben Elverson hoarsely muttered, glancing back at the mattress and the shrinking, huddled pink-and-white nakedness of their delicious victim. "I've gotta have a piece of that pussy as my share of helping you out on this deal, and you know it!"
"I know. And you're going to get it, too. Let Chrissy sleep a little while, and we'll catch forty winks ourselves. Then you can wake her up like Prince Charming did the Sleeping Beauty," Henry Ferguson chuckled softly. "I'll stand guard over the door just in case she wakes up and tries to sneak out. Besides, it's locked and I've got the key in my jeans. Give her about an hour or so, and then you can have your turn just the way you cut the cards. You and then Mack and then Ben."
"Hey," Joey Elverson anxiously spoke up, "what about me?"
"Yeah, I guess you might as well lose your cherry too along with Chrissy," Henry Ferguson grinned.
It was almost nine-thirty and Christine Bernard had fallen into a drowsy slumber brought on by her emotional crisis and the exhaustion which her prolonged and varied physical ordeal had evoked. Her captors had amused themselves during this interim by playing poker with a deck of cards, keeping records of their fanciful bets which of course would never be paid off. Finally Ben Elverson rose, glanced at his wristwatch and then muttered to Henry Ferguson, "I'm dying to get my ashes hauled, Hank, how about it?"
"Go ahead. Remember how I told you to give it to her, though. The secret is in waking a cute bitch up, and from now on we're going to do just that. She's had a taste, and she thinks we're just crude jackrabbits. Now she's going to get surprised," the precocious master of ceremonies explained.
Ben Elverson swiftly stripped off his sweater and jeans, yanked off his shorts, and in only loafers and socks, stared with greedy anticipation over at the huddled pink-and-white body on the mattress. Then very carefully he scuffed off his loafers, and moved stealthily forward towards the drowsing, unsuspecting young woman.
Joey, who idolized his older brother, had, unbidden, retrieved the movie camera and got it ready for the next dramatic action. Bruce, Mack and Henry Ferguson crept behind Ben, for each had a part to enact in this next act of the drama wherein beautiful, poised and aloof Christine Bernard would be altered from agonized victim into carnal convert! And that was the crux of this entire concept, the master plan behind the theme itself which had, like a catalytic agent, started a series of chain reactions whose culmination would be the convertion of an unattainable, untouchable demi-vierge into an uninhibited, primeval female who would be governed totally by the overpowering physical sensations of concupiscence and lust....
Ben Elverson reached the mattress and stood looking down, his fists clenched, his face flushed, his eyes narrowed and sparkling with ferocious and hungry desire. His penis was long and angular-looking, with a mushroom-cap-like glans that made it seem even broader and more formidable. It was in savagely full erection now, and his testicles were gnarled and profuse with dark-brown hair, shifting and tautening from the sensual energy which consumed him.
He turned now to his fellow conspirators and Henry Ferguson handed him a prophylactic. Swiftly Ben Elverson fitted it along his turgid organ, smoothing it out till it was a second skin to encompass the full measure of his virile young manhood. And then, compressing his lips and trembling with the overpowering anticipation of what was about to take place, he reached down to the naked young woman.
Christine Bernard stirred at that moment, and moved slightly. Then she uttered a stifled cry as she felt rude hands upon her shoulders, wrenching her onto her back. But before she could be fully roused and summon all her energy to the defense of her vulnerable nakedness, Mack and Bruce reached for her wrists, seized them, and dragged them beyond her head as they knelt down at the head of the mattress on the old metal frame.
"What-oh, no-my God-Henry-what are you doing-no, no, I won't let you, you're not keeping your promise-I won't-you shan't have me-I'll scream-I'll call the police-oh, this is cowardly, don't, you're hurting-what are you doing to me-oh, my God--no, no!"
For Ben Elverson had nimbly gripped her knees and forced them up back against her heaving naked breasts, thus uparching her voluptuous loins into the most lascivious posturing conceivable. Her knees flattened those glorious bosom-rounds, while her buttocks were upturned and the pink cleft of her vulva was salaciously gaped and exposed at an angle ideal for copulation! Henry Ferguson now quickly moved to the head of the mattress, reached over and took hold of Christine's stockinged calves to hold them tightly back so that she was helplessly forced into this obscene and readied pose. Joey, moving over towards the foot of the mattress and at an angle so as to commandeer the scene, excitedly began to operate the camera. And Ben Elverson, now free to do as he would because his lovely prey had been so effectively immobilized and readied, knelt down on the mattress and, like a high priest paying homage to a pagan goddess, gripped Christine's bare writhing hips with his sturdy-fingers and plunged his mouth against the tempting pink mouth of her quivering, reddened vulva, which still showed the irritation caused by the very first copulatory penetration of her entire twenty-five years!
"Let me go--you filthy, horrible young brutes-not all of you-oh, my God-Henry, Henry, you promised-no-I don't want you to do-ohhhh-aahhh-eeyeeyourrrr!!! Oh, what are you doing to me-stop it, stop it, you horrible, filthy, degenerate beasts you! Oh, my God-please oohhh-oohhuuuuu-eeyaiiiii!!"
A torrent of sobbing, wailing, groaning pleas tore from her panting mouth as she turned her face restlessly this way and that, her eyes bulging behind the provocative harlequin glasses. Her dainty toes crispened and perorated wildly against the sheer beige nylon stocking sheaths in her duress.
Her fingers clawed at the grip Bruce and Mack had on her slim wrists, and she frenziedly tried to twist herself away. For Ben Elverson was applying long noisy sucking kisses against the inner lips of her vulva, those chaste-looking soft delicate petals which led to the paradise of her narrow, warm and palpitating vaginal chasm. His fingers squeezed her naked hips in a possessive manner that left her groaning and almost beside herself, but overall the tumultuous series of carnal agitations set off in her loins began to displace all other consideration.
"Get her face too when she starts to get squirmy, Joey," Henry Ferguson called, tenaciously gripping the backs of Christine Bernard's knees to continue to flatten down her panting bare breasts and maintain her thus angled for this exquisite and treacherous cunnilingus.
"Oh, stop it, you're vile, you're horrible beasts all of you-ohh-ahhh-ahhh-my God, what are you doing-oh, this is shameful-I want to die-ohh-ahh-you, ohuuu-please stop-I can't stand it-ahrrrr-oaiiii-" her voice rose and fell like the soaring and then diminuendo of a solo violin, and her contorted face continued to move restlessly back and forth. Her fingers clawed the air now, jerking to free her wrists which Mack and Bruce tightly gripped to prevent her freedom. Her body had begun to betray her. By now, Ben Elverson, well coached by the precocious master of ceremonies, had begun to use his tongue. First, rasping the tip along the shadowy groove which led to her second orifice of pleasure, he brought it back along her upper inner thighs, alternating on each while she struggled and writhed and groaned and sobbed. Then, capriciously applying a loud wet kiss against the very center of her love-mouth, he began first to rub his tonguetip against the outer lips, making a complete circle, and then suddenly to flick it all over the inner petals of the vulva.
The naked bespectacled helpless young woman arched and squirmed frantically, but the telltale nerval and muscular reactions of her hips and loins evidenced the enormity of this unforeseen Tantalus. Her buttocks clenched spasmodically, only to yawn with constant tremors, gaping the narrow sinuosity which led to her anus. The anus itself, puckering and clenching, tremoring like a vibrant entity all its own, took part in this erotic upheaval of her most hidden and subtle feminine nerves. The exacerbation of her loins manifested itself indirectly but inevitably in the stiffening of her pert rosy nipples, and her face was scarlet as the wave of hot blushes traversed her entire voluptuous naked body.
"Don't forget what I told you, Ben!" Henry Ferguson, peering down to watch his "pupil" perform, instructed.
"Yeah, right now. Get ready for a real thrill, Teach!" Ben panted with a knowing smirk. Shifting himself a little on the mattress to get a better angle, he again bowed his head and thrust out his tongue. But this time its tip attacked the dainty nodule buried in the soft protective cowl of pink love-flesh right above the orifice that led to her vaginal sheath!
"Eeeyeeeeeahhoouuu!!! Ohh, G-G-God, oh, don't-ahh-ouuuu--oh, please-H-Henry-make him stop-I can't stand it-oh, you horrible brutes, you filthy horrible creatures to treat a decent woman like this-oh, I can't endure it-I want to die-kill me-but don't torture and shame me this way-please-oooohhh-aahhh-aiiiieeeee!!!"
Her body thrashed savagely despite the concentrated grip of Henry and Mack and Bruce. Joey Elverson, his own penis in wild erection now, moved quickly back to the head of the mattress to pose the camera near her contorted, flushed face, capturing indelibly the flaring nostril-wings, the rolling, hugely dilated, tear-filled eyes, the panting mouth. Then he moved back as quickly to resume the filming of Christine Bernard's first experience of a male tongue against the lodestone of her innermost emotions, her virginal clitoris. For this key to her innate and deepest womanhood hadn't yet been usurped by the predatory young males who had so ingeniously and calculatedly entrapped and degraded her.
"Boy, I can feel the little bitch wriggle like an eel!" Ben Elverson hoarsely announced as he lifted his flushed, lust-twisted face to his cronies.
"You got her tickler then, didn't I tell you that was the way to make Chrissy wake up and smell the coffee burning?" Henry Ferguson sardonically joked. "Just keep it up, the way I told you to. Don't rush things, we've got all night and tomorrow too. By the time we're finished, Teach is going to learn lots of lessons they don't have in school books. Joey, get a few shots of Ben with Chrissy's button, then get back and give me a good closeup of her cute face when she feels the hots!"
"Oh, no-stop it-you're driving me crazy-I can't stand this-oh, it's filthy, degenerate-help me, someone-oh, let me go, you're hurting-my legs, my b-breasts, stop it, I'm begging you!" Christine Bernard hysterically babbled.
But Henry Ferguson maintained his steely grip on the soft dimpled hollows of her stockinged knees to force them back down against her panting round firm breasts, and Bruce and Mack continued their relentless hold of her slim, jerking wrists. Ben Elverson, his penis gigantic with rut and threatening to burst through the condom, once more bent his head down to the hugely straddled, obscenely bared gape of Christine Bernard's moist, twitching vulva. As Joey moved forward with the camera again, the latter could see very plainly the swelling, distinctly turgid nodule of Christine Bernard's clitoris, for the first time wakened into a new and overpowering life that would soon drive out all inhibitions and restraints from the beautiful mature yet till now virginal young woman.
He could see the lips of her vulva twitch and palpitate, contract and shrink, as a vibrant, throbbing sensual agitation took possession of her very womb. Her fingers and toes were scrabbling, her naked satiny hips jerked and squirmed restlessly and uncontrollably against his digging fingers, as he stared hungrily into the sweet pink lovemaw of Christine Bernard's voluptuous vulva. And he could see also, lewdly uparching and proffered as in wanto surrender and beckoning, the shadowy inlet which led to the dainty shrinking fissure of her no longer virgin rectal sheath.
"Oh, cripes, Hank, I gotta fuck this bitch," Ben hoarsely gasped. "You've had all the fun so far, and we've just stood around for laughs. I'm going out of my skull watching Teach here get it, when can I screw her?"
"Just the way I told you, when you've got her worked up to a frazzle. Now go ahead. This was all part of the deal." Henry Ferguson's voice disclosed unsuspected authority.
Ben scowled at him, shook his head, muttered something under his breath, and then, with a sigh of resignation, bent his head odwn once more. Instantly Christine Bernard stiffened, her eyes rolling in their sockets, her head turning back and forth and her nostrils wildly yawning and contracting. Her breasts, too, partook of this same erotic turbulance, though her stockinged knees crushed them back against their sweet orbis. Yet her nipples were darkened and turgescent, a certain sign of her amorously wakened if long-dormant nature. And by now she herself had become aware that her own chaste body was betraying her; she had held out almost heroically against her violation and then the humiliating, childish chastisement which had compelled her first to perform the obscene oral act of homage to her young initiator's penis and then submit to the final loss of her third and last virginity. But this unexpected, startling interlude, which had come upon her without warning virtually in her sleep, which had no pain or punishment implied within its scope, was rapidly becoming the clue that would lead the hidden way down the labyrinth of her most secret female emotions and bring the knowledgeable teen-agers to their greatest triumph ... one that would encompass all that was known of degradation and subjugation of the mature and poised and aloof young woman by boys hardly out of puberty!
And thus, acting upon orders from precocious Henry Ferguson, Ben Elverson, two years Henry's senior, once again foraged his tonguetip right up against the cowl of love-flesh located above the twitching wet lips of Christine Bernard's agitated vulva. Once again he rubbed against her clitoris, forcing it back into its hidding place, then letting it spring out again, always more turgid and darkening now with the flow of erogenously wakened blood to that exquisitely sensitized lodestone.
Christine Bernard's cries were raucous and unintelligible. Her body jerked and threshed as if activated by a galvanizing motor deeply within her loins. Tears ran down her cheeks, which were scarlet with her shame and emotion and her inner dread of what was taking place in her, far beyond her strongest control. The flexions which raced along her calves and thighs and made her bottomcheeks clench and yawn beyond her own volition and muscular command told significantly of this siege against her most embattled instincts and ethics. She had become, in a word, no more than palpitating, helpless womanflesh preyed upon by the cunning and calculated erotic science which young Henry Ferguson had known how to convey to his comrades in this clandestine adventure whose purpose, as yet dimly glimpsed, was to alter the very lifestyle of this fascinatingly haughty patrician and virginal young woman!
Ben Elverson paused a moment, frantically impatient over this daliance which afforded him no relief for his own overly goaded lust. But a peremptory nod from Henry Ferguson made him grumblingly swear under his breath and return once again to the devious compulsion of Christine Bernard's now fully enervated and awakened loins. Once more the tip of his tongue burrowed against her clitoris, rolling it back and forth, into its hiding niche, then letting it spring forth again in throbbing, turgifying erection that simulated a miniature male organ. For a moment, he varied the attunement of the naked, moaning and sobbing victim by rubbing the side of his tongue over the quivering lips of her wet, slick, still inflamed vulva, and then capriciously grazed the outer labia with his wet hot tongue. But this was only a moment's diversion before once again he planted his face in the very center of her matrix and dug his tongue as he might his own organ deep between the lips of her vulva, rasping the inner walls of the sheath, and then withdrew and straightened.
Joey had rhapsodically continued to film this exquisite cunnilingus; at Henry Ferguson's sharp "Now!", he hurried back to the head of the mattress and directed the camera down into Christine Bernard's contorted, almost unrecognizable and yet even more beautiful face. Her glasses were misted by the tears which blinded her dilated eyes, and her mouth gaped as a continuous gurgling sob and moan exuded from them. Her nostrils flared and shrank, and her bosom heaved wildly against her compressing stockinged knees. Her entire body was now shaken by fitful shudders, and her head had begun to roll from this side to that, the cords of her soft slim pink-and-white throat standing out furiously against the perspiring satiny skin.
"Now, Hank?" Ben Elverson's voice was that of a tortured soul.
"Yeah, now, give it to her good and hard. And you, Joey, move the camera back and forth from her face over to you know where," Henry Ferguson directed.
Ben Elverson needed no second encouragement. Kneeling upright, his left hand palming the mattress for support, his right thumb and forefinger gripping the shaft of his bulging organ, he directed it against the glistening pink gape of Christine Bernard's quivering vulva. He engaged the white-sheathed spearhead between those delicate lips, and then sank forward, steadying himself on both palms planted on either side of her.
"Ohh-aahh-oh, God-oh, stop it-oh, don't-aahhh-eeeouuu!!! no, H-Henry, oh, my God-oh, take it out-I'm going to die-ahrrr-oh, please-aah-aiiii-ooohhh-eeyearrrhhh!!!"
For as Ben Elverson slowly and victoriously dug home to the very hilt, Christine Bernard lifted her head, her eyes rolling to the whites, her mouth gaping as her body jerked and threshed and arched up like a bow, wanting to unleash the maddening frenzy of tumultuous sensations which had burst the dam for the first true time in her own sheltered life of twenty-five years. Ben Elverson could suddenly feel the convulsive clamping of her vaginal walls against his imbedded, sheathed penis. And as he drew back slowly, only to thrust home again, the dam finally sundered and all of Christine Bernard's violent and long-suppressed emotions took hold of her as might a whirling vortex and drove her willessly and helplessly and fully into sexual fulfillment.
Her long, piercing and prolonged cry drew an answering bellow from Ben Elverson. Undone by the exquisite clenching of her vaginal walls against his overladen penis, he felt himself lose all control, and even as Christine Bernard's naked, pinioned and doubled-back body jerked and bucked and arched in wild abandon, he sagged forward over her, feeling his own vital essence burst into the protective thin-skinned sheath of the condom.
The aim of Henry Ferguson had at last been accomplished. Now there could be no doubt of Christine Bernard's full "cooperation" which these films so expertly and lovingly taken by panting, flushed young Joey Elverson would show beyond the possibility of discussion or argument if they should ever be needed to enforce a mature teacher's silence against her abductors and ravishers!