Chapter 5
Henry Ferguson jerked down the zipper of the fly of his jeans, then unbuttoned his shorts and let his bulging penis emerge. It was commandably long and thick, the plum-shaped glans set off from the dark-veined turgid shaft by a broad shallow circumcisional groove. The lips of the meatus twitched and puckered with fervent anticipation of its imminent sequestering within the virginal core of the half-nude mature young woman. His companions regarded him with whistles of admiration and lewd exhortations, "It's about time we saw some action-give it to her good and fuck her an extra one for me, Hank-wonder if that cute little cunt of hers can take a dong that big!"
Calmly, his eyes fixed on the trembling, cowering bespectacled victim, Henry Ferguson delved into his jeans pocket and took out a safe, then hoarsely ordered. "All right, Chrissy, get those panties off and walk over there to the mattress. We're going to give the guys a show, just like you promised. Be quick about it now, or they'll help you get there, savvy?"
Christine Bernard uttered a stifled cry of consternation as, drawing her hands away from her tear-stained face, she saw the object which was about to pillage her long-preserved maidenhead. Her eyes widened with stupefaction as if she couldn't believe that so young a boy could manifest such menacing virility. Then, her voice choking, scarcely audible, she gasped, "Oh, my G-God, please-I-I'll let you-only send them out of here-oh, please spare me that at least, please H-Henry!"
"Oh, no you don't, Teach!" Bruce Melton snarled. "That's not part of the deal. We get to see Hank screw you, so just get ready to spread for our buddy or we'll take over right now!"
"You heard them, Teach," Henry Ferguson now fitted the safe over his swollen sexual weapon, drawing the sheer white prophylactic down as far as it would go. "Hurry up, I'm all ready to give it to you, baby. Let's see what you've got to take it with-off with those panties right now!"
There was no help for it. Her face burning with shame, turning aside in a last pathetic effort to shield herself from all those hostil eyes, Christine Bernard hooked her trembling thumbs into the waistband of the pink panties and slowly tugged them down to the lower abdomen; pausing, in a last frantic prayer for reprieve which didn't come, she uttered another groan and then, stooping a little, pulled them down past her mount and let them slither to her slim ankles. Stepping out of them, she at once clamped both hands over the thickly furred cleft of her virginal femininity.
Now the whistles were loud and racous, for she was even more lasciviously exciting in garterbelt, hose and pumps than if she had been Eve-naked.
"Make her take her hands away, Hank, we wanna see pussy!" Ben Elverson urged, his eyes shining with lust as they swept Christine Bernard's pink-sheened back and dimpled, upstandingly rounded, quivering buttocks.
"Put your hands on your hips, Teach, and walk over to the mattress. Come on now," Henry Ferguson ordered as he moved towards the trembling scarlet-faced and nearly faiting victim.
Sobbing disconsolately, her head bowed, Christine Bernard adopted that demeaning pose, and with lagging footsteps moved towards the box frame and mattress in the corner of the room. As she reached it, she sat down on the edge, her thighs clenched together, leaning over with one hand still pressed over her pubis, the other arm crooked over her heaving naked breasts, and began to cry.
The sight of her helpless near-nakedness and the nuance of the harlequin glasses seemed to rouse the carnal passions of her captors all the more. They moved near the mattress, leaning against the wall and following every step of this drama with unwavering, panting interest as Henry Ferguson sat down at her right and put his left arm around her waist. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, Teach?" he taunted. "Just lie down and get ready, and I'll do the work. You can close your eyes if you want to, but they're going to watch just to make sure you keep your promise. First, though, how's about a little kiss?"
"Oh, I can't-I can't-oh, don't ask me such a dreadful thing-oh, just-just-do what you have to do and let me get out of this awful place, please, H-Henry!" Cris-tine Bernard's voice was almost breaking with hysteria, for her stoicism and resistance were virtually at an end.
"Okay, forget the kiss, but get over there on your back and get ready then," Henry Ferguson said. Roughly grasping her naked shoulders, he pushed backwards. With a cry of shame and despair, Christine Bernard passively let herself be thrust on her back, at once turning her face to the wall and closing her eyes as tightly as she could, while her hands became clenched fists of anguished submission. Yet she kept her thighs tightly compressed, in a last understandable effort to retain the prize of her femininity which she had preserved for twenty-five years.
"Give it to her, screw her good, Hank!" Joey Elverson gasped, drawing down the zipper of his own jeans, delving his hand inside his shorts and slyly beginning to masturbate in his excitement.
Henry Ferguson knelt on the mattress, bent towards the whimpering captive, his left hand clutching one of her heaving bare breasts, while his right palm smoothed along her trembling belly and down to the luxuriant dark-brown fleece of her mount. "Open wide, Teach," he mocked, and loud jeers greeted this lascivious order.
"Oh, don't-please, Henry, I can't-I've never-oh, please, have mercy on me-don't r-ruin me-oh, I'm begging you, I'll do anything-but please not this way-please-" she whimpered.
"Would you rather have the other guys give it to you, all four of them one after the other, then, Teach?"
"Oh, my God no!" she wailed.
"Then shut up and spread! You're going to get fucked, so make up your mind to it. It's going to be me or all the others. You've got your choice and you made it. Now get with it, Teach!" he commanded. Then, with right thumb and forefinger, he pinched the tender inside of her left thigh, and Christine Bernard squealed and promptly relaxed the tension of her quivering legs, allowing him access.
Instantly he planted his left knee between her thighs and then, with both hands shoving her legs apart, inserted his other knee so that he was forcibly and masterfully planted over her. Now, both hands free to caress and squeeze her heaving breasts, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek in a kind of mock wooing.
Christine Bernard moaned and twisted her face still farther away, till they could see the cords of her slim neck stand out against the soft pink skin. Her fingernails had dug into her palms, and she thrust her fists down hard against the dirty mattress as she prepared herself for the destructive profanation of her maidenhead. The youth mounted above her, his penis thrust out boldly and glistering in the white prophylactic sheath, stared hungrily at her luscious naked charms of bosom and belly and thick-fleeced Venus.
"Boy, what a juicy little pussy Teach has got!" Mack Benjamin breathed as he moved to the head of the box frame for a better view, looking down enviously at Christine Bernard's contorted, averted face.
Henry Ferguson's right forefinger now playfully rubbed her navel, then descended towards the thick curls of her mount.
"Oh, G-God-oh, H-Henry, I'm begging you-get it over with-oh, I can't stand much more of this-have m-mercy-I'm begging you, Henry-don't shame me like this, please!" the victim wailed.
But inexorably his forefinger delved into the thick curl' and touched at last the soft palpitating pink petals of the outer labia of her womancore.
Christine Bernard sucked in her breath and stiffened then twisted her face to stare at him with horrified, beseeching eyes. His finger continued, tickling the fleshy rims of her slit, and then at last moving towards the labia minora till at last he delicately prodded the dainty nodule of her clitoris.
A shrill scream broke from the victim, as she clapped both hands against her threatened mount, pushing away his as she burst into hysterical sobs, "Oh, no-no, please not like this-not with them watching-do it--I'm begging you-oh, this is dreadful, I can't stand it, I just can't!"
"You want me to have them hold your arms and legs so I can fuck you good, Teach?" he threatened.
She shook her head, tears running down her scarlet cheeks.
"Then shut up and take your hands away and get ready," was his ruthless response.
And when she had obeyed, his forefinger deliberately returned to the sensitive button of her clitoris, the lodestone of her innermost and deepest emotions, and began to touch and rub and palpate it.
Grinding her teeth together, her face once again twisted as far away as she could, Christine Bernard writhed and squirmed, trying desperately to control herself against the onrush of never-before-experienced sensations. She realized that as they stared at her, they could see each bodily reaction, each tremoring spasm which his obscene caressing evoked. And to her, this loomed even more momentously than the imminent rape itself, for it degraded her and took her down from the pedistal of unattainable femininity of which she had been so proud all these years. No longer was she the teacher-image for these youths, but instead a shamefully naked plaything for their sexual fantasies.
Now slyly he pushed his forefinger into the channelway, till he found the obstruction which proved her purity. "She's cherry, all right, you guys!" he jubilantly announced. "And now I'm going to bust it for her! All right, Chris, put your knees up and spread them as far apart as you can. Get ready for a fucking, Teach baby!"
Weeping bitterly, crushed and destroyed in her moral sanctity, the victimized young woman disconsolately obeyed. Her knees rose and widened, yawning the gape of her soft pink slit. And Henry Ferguson, settling himself over her, reached his hands under her jouncy carnation-skinned bottom to squeeze the resilient cheeks as he pressed his condom-sheathed penis against the beckoning gap!
She started convulsively as she felt this first profanation of the male. Her head rose and her eyes widened as she stared up into his twisted face. Then, as he pushed forward again, her hands thrust hard against his shoulders and she uttered a shrill cry, "Oh, God-you're hurting me-oh, please, take it out!"
Only jeering laughter from the others answered to that piteous appeal. And Henry Ferguson, digging his fingers hard into her satiny naked behind, lunged home and felt her hymen rent asunder as he hiked himself to his very testicles and mastered Christine Bernard's long-retained maidenhead at last!