Chapter 5
Shirley Jackson rolled on the leather couch so that she and the boy were spread out completely sideways, one of her trembling legs over the edge and supporting their panting bodies from the floor.
"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling child!" the older woman crooned up into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding beneath his lean young pelvis. "Fuck me now, Larry!"
The boy started to move, but his music teacher beat him to it. Her hands came down between their bodies and circled around his throbbing penis, guiding its slender hardness between the lips of her mature pink cunt. Larry moaned above her as he felt his piano instructor move his erection up and down between her legs, parting the soft blonde hairs of her drug-tingling vagina with his swollen blunt cock-head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure. The youth couldn't hold back another second in his adolescent enthusiasm, and flicked his hips forward as he had before and drove his slender cock into the gaping hot mouth of her pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like flesh slip wetly over his sensitive cock. It entered with a slight pop, and he felt her milking all of his boyish erection with her vaginal muscles as it raced up the depths of her belly. Then he hit bottom, his testicles slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Mrs. Jackson screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to lodge more of his delicious hardness deeper and deeper up inside her pussy. Her womb flared wide, and electric sensations rippled through her cunt and out their silken-haired lips, dancing like sparks across her trembling thighs and up through the tips of her pink, pulsating nipples. She rotated her hips from side to side around the young fleshy impalement, her vagina dilating to its rhythmic pumpings as her body matched the tempo of little Larry's pounding lunges.
Dear God, fucking had never felt this good before! It was even better than it had been last week! She didn't know why and she no longer cared - only that the slim driving cock of this beautiful child was becoming a part of her very being! He had crawled inside of her! Larry and his music teacher were one fleshy mass of sensation, of magical mergings of naked lust! The boy was driving her insane! She never wanted it to stop!
"Goddamn!" Kirby gasped from his crouching position behind the door. "Larry's really scoring with Mrs. Jackson!"
"You ain't just blowing smoke out your ass!" Frank watched the fleshy hardness of his brother's skewering penis slide up and down between the older woman's thighs, and an obscene thrill rippled through him at the obscene sight. Mrs. Jackson didn't know it yet, but this was just the beginning for her, and Frank could hardly wait for his chance to delve between those same jerking loins. In fact, the way he felt right now with his own prick bulging out the front of his pants like a stiff poker, he had to join in right this minute!
"Hey, listen! Are you ready, Kirby?"
The other sixteen year old glanced down at the hardness which was protruding from his own pair of Levis. "Anytime, Frank."
"Well, grab the pitcher of doctored punch, and let's get in there and join the fun!"
"You mean you wanna give Mrs. Jackson some more Spanish fly?"
"Sure! There's all afternoon yet ... and don't forget about her children's concert tonight!"
Kirby stared at his depraving buddy for a moment before he got the drift of Frank's lewd comment. "You bastard!" he whispered admiringly, going to the refrigerator. "Oh, you bastard! Turning her on for the recital tonight, too! Man, what won't you think of next?"
Frank chuckled with meaningful lewdness. "Wait and see .. . !"
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Jackson!" little Larry Dempsey was panting as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-engorged cock deep into the white belly of his now abandoned piano teacher. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated round scrotum as it beat hard against her upturned buttocks.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Shirley droned on in drugged, mindless delight. There was no tomorrow, no today, no anything but her deep wet grotto of unfulfilled lust and the pistoning young penis which was filling it so supremely. This was corrupting madness at its very worst - a total surrender to the lure of forbidden flesh, and her aphrodisiac-slaved mind reveled in her depraved seduction. "Ohhhhh yes! Yes, darling boy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee .. . !"
The mature teacher was approaching what she knew was an orgasm to surpass all other orgasms, and her body became something of an animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted in her frenzied quest for climactic release.
A sudden murmuring of voices made her frown with uncomprehehsion. Through the daze of passion and Spanish fly, she was vaguely aware of others having entered the room, but it didn't matter to her now. Nothing mattered except the naked teenager's body driving into her insatiable cunt from above.
"Jesus!" she heard a voice like Larry's brother exclaim. "Look at Mrs. Jackson climb your cock!" .
"She's wild! She's wild!" a Larry-voice squealed in reply.
"I told you she'd let loose once you fed her the punch!" a sound like Kirby's surly tone said triumphantly. "Man, we've been watching you all the time, and it's been too much! Come on, give us some of her!"
"In a minute!" Larry cried out. "I ... I'm almost ready to cum!"
"Don't fuck her to death!" Frank laughed with glee. "Save some of that hot pussy for us!"
"Ram it to her, Larry! Ram it to her good!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became still more lewd, but it never seemed to register on her lust-blown mind. She drove on unheedingly, almost ready to cum, unable to stop as her ravenously hungry cunt spiraled up the full length of the youngster's cock. She thrust her hips . . . again . . . again ... Then .. .
"Ahhhhhh!" With a deep-throated mewl, the older woman's naked body began vibrating uncontrollably, and lubricating secretions flowed from her throbbing cuntal passage. She reached frantically under her squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress the tender young testicles that were pressing into the split of her ass. She felt them spasm ...
"Cum, Larry! Oh cum with me, you darling lover-child!"
She could feel her insides splitting apart as the blunt head of his delicious penis suddenly flared and began to spurt. She could feel his virile fresh sperm shooting into her like thin molten lava, erupting in spilling answer to her own flowing cum into the already drowning cavern of her pinkly quivering cunt.
"Ohhh, fill me up, boy! Fill me up!" the piano teacher moaned incoherently as the sensitive walls of her pussy clasped like a spasmodic hand around the youthfully spurting cock, sucking the last drop as it overflowed and ran down her already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, to wallow in her unquenchable depravities...
"Again! Oh God, lover-boy, again!" she sobbed in frustration. But it was useless. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up against Larry's softening penis, it would not come alive again, its mastery gone over her still seething emotions. With a satiated sigh of contentment, the fourteen year old rolled from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the couch.
"Noooo! Nnnnnnoooooo! I need more! Fuck me, darling child! Fuck me again!" Shirley was beside herself with the drug-induced lust. She kicked out her legs wide in the air, her own fingers manipulating ineffectually the hair-fringed slit of her pussy. She dug into her swollen vaginal flesh greedily, trying to reach that impossible height to which that vanquished young cock had sent her soaring a moment before.
Frank snickered as he watched the mature instructor, a glitter of obscene desire burning in his beady eyes. Then he said to his younger brother on the floor: "Okay, punk, now you'll see what a man can do!"
"Yeah, and I'd better join in just so he can see it," Kirby added with a note of good-humored competition.
Shirley felt the cushions of the couch depress as a body leaned over her. Through lust-glazed, aphrodisiac-fogged eyes, she struggled to see who it was - and then her hands froze in their lewd position of masturbation! It was Frank Dempsey!
"Oh, God no!" she gasped in sudden humiliation at Larry's brother seeing her like this, naked and with her belly filled with the wetness of fresh boyish sperm. She opened her mouth in horror, and then noticed the grinning countenance of Frank's friend, Kirby Murdock, and she was suddenly too paralyzed to scream. Dear God, they were both here! Where had they come from? Mortified beyond endurance, she jerked one arm up from her still spread-legged loins and covered her face, her features reddening from the shame and fear of having been caught in this depraved and evil position.
"Hey, take it easy, Mrs. Jackson," Frank said in mock comfort. "It ain't all that bad!"
"Hell no," Kirby chimed in. "Relax, Teach!"
"Wh-what?" Shirley gasped in a broken, sobbing voice.
"We've come to join the party, not break it up."
Shirley listened, mouth agape, scarcely able to believe what she was hearing. As the initial reaction of horrified panic settled into disbelieving wonder, she raised her head from the couch, and stared first at one and then at the other of the two sixteen year olds. Dear God, what now. . . ? Join the party? How? But the older woman's glazed, drugged mind was too filled with unsated passions and her belly too aching with unfulfilled desires to fully comprehend.
Frank leaned forward some more, drawing a tingling line down between her large firm breasts with a fingertip. "Yeah, we've been watching Larry fuck you, you know . . . watching you all the time from the kitchen."
"I ... I don't understand! What do you want?"
The older brother trailed his middle finger down the unresisting length of the quivering teacher's body with undisguised relish. Still without answering her, he came to rest at her slim white thighs where thin trails of fresh sperm could be seen glistening wetly in the dim light. The boy's face contorted with carnal pleasure as he thought that now his turn had finally come ... ! '
"Why," he drawled, "we want some private lessons, Mrs. Jackson. A little special tutoring, like you've been giving Larry here the last couple of weeks!"
"Larry!" she gasped in shock and dismay. "You ... you didn't tell them!"
"Gee," the boy said, chagrined, "I guess it kind of slipped out, Mrs. Jackson. I'm sorry." But in spite of his facade of shame, Shirley could see there was a gleam of obscene pride in his dark young eyes, and a small, unhideable grin of licentiousness around his mouth.
The older woman felt her naked flesh crawl with dread and humiliation. She'd been a fool ... a blind fool, leading herself into a trap of her own making! She had nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her salacious molesting! Yet even as she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her belly, she could sense tiny butterfly-like tinglings flitting through her nerves, and her shame knew no bounds as she recognized the signs of her continuing arousal. "Oh God," she moaned abjectly. "Oh God, oh God ..."
"What's the matter, Teach?" Kirby taunted. "You all shook up because me and Frank know you love having guys like us fuck you? Now, there's no need to worry, because we don't plan to say anything. That is ... if you're nice to us, too!"
"If you know what we mean," Frank added with a sneering grin.
Shirley's stomach knotted and convulsed as though it had turned inside out. She knew exactly what they both meant, and there was no question as to what they had in mind to do to her. Still, she sought to play naive.
"And ... what does being nice to you mean?"
"Fuck us!" she heard Kirby Murdock rasp heatedly. "Yeah, fuck us good! So you'd sic my old man on me when I didn't play your dumb piano right, would you? Well, Mrs. Jackson, now it's my turn to call the tune!"
Shirley felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical smile of bitterness. She understood it all now, and it was obvious that part of what was happening to her was in retribution for her treatment of Kirby those many months ago. His dull-witted brain had kept alive the vengeful contempt he had for her, and now he was going to pay her back! He and Frank were placing her in a position of having to give her body to them in order to avoid still a worse fate, the implications that they would tell on her obvious in their words and actions. Suddenly she felt nauseous, tears of self-pity swelling in her eyes. But she forced herself not to cry; no matter what they did to her now, she wouldn't give these two young monsters the satisfaction of seeing her begging on top of everything else!
In one last attempt to save her pride and body, she looked at them coldly in the eye, her courage spurred on by desperation. "I won't do it," she gritted through clenched teeth. "I won't do it, and . . . and you can't make me!"
"We don't have to make you, Mrs. Jackson," Frank said with a cruel snicker. "You'll do it all by yourself, and willingly too. You're still hot inside, aren't you? Larry wasn't enough, and you know why?"
"N-No," she whispered in a faltering voice, suddenly chilled to the bone by the tone of his confident boasting.
"On account of the punch you drank, Teach!" Kirby said in answer. "On account we put some Spanish Fly in it!"
They could have struck her, the impact was that great! Shirley flung the back of her hand across her gaping mouth with the realization of his lewd statement, feeling the truth of it as delicious sensations continued to torment her nerves and blood. "You didn't!" she gasped. "God, not cantharides! Not that! It's a deadly poison, sometimes fatal! No!"
And then as she watched them in an unwanted, inflamed half-stupor, the stomach gripping dread of before turned into sheer unadulterated panic. She suddenly lurched from the couch and started for the living room, sped on by the knowledge of what she would allow in her drugged state if she were caught. That single horrifying idea made her uncaring that she was without a stitch of clothing, without pride, without anything except stark terror.
"Hey! Stop her!" she heard Kirby cry out, and she felt Frank's slender fingers grab her harshly by the arm. She turned and twisted in his grip, biting the boy's hand as hard as she could. His howl was only dim in her ears as her brain churned with the insane desire to escape ... to run and run and never stop running . . . Then Kirby clutched at her naked heel, and she stumbled on the wood panel flooring, losing her balance as she staggered for her freedom. Like a football player being tackled in the end-zone, she sprawled flat on her stomach on the living room carpet, Kirby and then Frank landing on top of her so hard that the wind was knocked from her lungs.
Kirby pressed tightly down over the full length of her back, and she was forced to lay spread-legged on the carpet. The carpet smelled of dust that made her gag for breath, but she couldn't move, only able to moan in protest as she felt the savage youth kneeling in front of her, holding her by leaning over and pressing down with his hands on her back. She fought with all her might, but he had the leverage and adolescent strength, and she was forced to lie prostrate, feeling the hardness from the crotch of his Levi's pressing against her tender cheeks.
Frank, in his excitement, was playing his hands over the smooth rounded contours of her nakedly quivering buttocks behind her, and despite the sensual effects of the Spanish Fly, she still tried to hopelessly squirm away. But the slow seductive movement of her hips only succeeded in sharpening his desire for his brother's piano teacher.
"Let's fuck Mrs. Jackson now," he hissed with a coarse, impatient tone in his voice.
"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!"
"What are you sniveling about, Teach?" Kirby laughed down at her mewling face. "Just remember how good it felt when little Larry's prick was inside your twat! Come on, Frank, throw the bitch your bone!"
"Yeah! Lemme get my pants off first!" The older brother stood up then and unzipped his trousers, while Kirby took his hands away long enough to strip naked in front of the older woman. Clothing was strewn'every which-way, until at last all the boys, including fourteen year old Larry who was standing wide-eyed in the playroom doorway, were entirely naked.
Shirley, defeated and breathlessly splayed on the floor, shuddered with unwanted eroticism. At the same time she vainly tried to control the still seething passions which had begun when young Larry was fucking her and which were still creeping involuntarily through her body. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat as she caught her first sight of young Kirby's penis. His fleshy chest was covered with the fuzz of developing hair, and his short, fat cock jerked straight out from beneath an overhanging roll of baby-fat on his tender lower belly. Dear God . . . even the sight of Frank Dempsey's more slender, if slightly longer penis was enough to send chills through her! The utterly obscene abuses they were planning to commit with their hardened shafts of flesh were setting off a churning excitement in her loins she was unable to vanquish! Lord . . . they were treating her with the contempt deserved of a common whore . .. and maybe she was one after all!
She pleadingly looked up at Larry, and then cringed beneath the lustfully eager expression on his handsome young face. It seemed impossible that this boy she'd so ardently loved could be part of such a perverted rape - yet it was true! Worse, she was beginning to wonder if this was going to actually turn out to be a rape, or if she would succumb to the teenagers in her drugged state of arousal. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the stiff boyish cocks that were pulsing out from the hairless loins of the other two young children, and somewhere deep in her mind she questioned if they would feel better inside her than Larry's immature hardness had. Ashamed at her own weakness, she stiffened her body in moral resistance, pressing tighter to the dirty carpeting on the floor beneath her.
Bitter tears of anguish and pain ran down her cheeks despite her promise not to weep, feeling young Frank drop behind her and slowly, relentlessly, force her legs apart again. She tried to clench her muscles tightly together, but there was no stopping him from inserting his knee into the unprotected crevice between her legs. Soon her inner muscles tired as she felt them being painfully pushed apart, and the boy's hardened penis pressed with wet intimacy into the upraised junction of her inner thighs. One of his hands gripped the soft flesh of her narrow waist and pulled her tautly clenched hips powerfully off the floor, while Kirby continued to press his hands behind her neck, forcing her face and breasts into the dirty carpet.
The older woman's naked buttocks wavered high off the floor behind her now, and she lay in a submissive kneeling position, all thoughts of resistance gone. She had an urge to turn her head back and look at sixteen year old Frank to show him her defiance, but there was no strength even to do that. There was no sense in further prolonging this inevitable rape she was about to be subjected to. Let them take her, damn it! Let them all rut in her beaten flesh, but they would not.. . must not ... conquer her soul as well, drugs or no drugs!
Kneeling behind her, Frank ground his slender young cock in the narrow white crevice between her buttocks, pressuring the soft quivering cheeks together to enclose his penis like the fitting of a warm, wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling the piano teacher tremble beneath him. She groaned slightly as her mature body shivered from the moist contact on her naked loins and back. He placed his thumbs on either side of her exposed cuntal slit and pressed out gently, gradually.. . and the unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caress caught the music instructor off her guard. She had geared her mind to fighting torture and humiliation, not this new-found softness and pleasure! Shirley shuddered as the boy continued his gentle pressure, and her muscles which had been keyed against his expected vicious assault involuntarily relaxed in loose tranquility.
His youthful face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of vaginal flesh which covered her pubic mound, and as he watched with gleaming eyes, they slowly parted of their own volition to the guiding motion of his thumbs. He could see all of her mature smooth cunt and the glistening moisture of her secretions upon her inner thighs, as with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of her resistance, she allowed her buttocks to slip wider and wider apart.
He breathed softly into her pussy. The older woman squirmed and he could hear a faint mewl slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but her motions were not those of escape or fear, but rather of delight to the featherlike touch of his hands and breath against the sensitivity of her unprotected flesh.
Frank Dempsey grinned at Kirby, and then with one quick rush of his thin pink tongue, he thrust forward between the warm moist folds of her defenseless pussy. The adolescent heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft open cunt, and he pressed his mouth closer to wetly kiss the whole of her exposed vaginal slit. He began a sudden flicking and licking of his spearing tongue imbedded up inside her cuntal lips, sucking and swirling crazily while her vaginal passage involuntarily contracted tightly around the long smooth length of his working tongue.
"Ohhhhh," Shirley sighed as she sensed the dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit between her legs. Every muscle in her body tightened from the tingling pleasure licking unwantedly between her open thighs, while soft escaping moans of unwilling delight arose from her contricted throat. She'd never allowed her cunt to be kissed before, even when her ex-husband Doug has suggested the perversion a few times! The whole idea of mouths to genitals had repulsed her ... but now, she had already indulged in so much depravity, that there was little left in her mind to resist the further assault upon her decency. She tried to fight her lewd responses, but she found to her growing shame that she was reacting to the luridly wet mouthings with building excitement. The young boy behind her buttocks was pushing his face further up into her vaginal slit, teasing her hardening clitoris relentlessly with his flickering tongue, the resultant sensations tantalizing her tender flesh. She sensed she was gradually falling prey to her lewdly prurient desires again, and her naked body was once more approaching that exquisite state where nothing would matter but to delight in total abandonment. And she could do nothing to stop herself, being forced to kneel in abject submission before these youthful tormentors and accept whatever cruel debaucheries they wished to subject her to. The lewd admission of her approaching defeat made her squirm her buttocks back against the licking mouth to punish herself all the more.
"Cripes!" the open mouthed Larry Dempsey blurted. He watched with disbelieving eyes as his teacher groaned and twisted beneath his brother's lashing tongue that was orally fucking into her cunt. He could see every full, rich detail of Frank's lips in the mature woman's nakedly parted twat! Mrs. Jackson was going wild from having her pussy sucked! Man, this was too much! He took one hand and wrapped his trembling fingers around the throbbing shaft of his own rejuvenated penis, beginning to stroke his youthful re-erection lightly in time to the slavishly flicking tongue that was buried in her uptilted vaginal slit from behind.
Frank continued to work slave-like behind his younger brother's kneeling music instructor, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust he made. Shirley's cries were one long low continuous moan now as he slid his lashing tongue into the confines of her warm smooth vagina. He pushed his face still further under her pussy and began to tease at it gleefully with his nipping teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in an unwilling dance of passion.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she groaned, her body out of control from the aphrodisiac still in effect, and her mind rapidly approaching that same point of insane desire from the deliriously obscene sucking of her cunt. With a lewd and smug satisfaction, Frank behind her could feel the muscles of her inner thighs hollowing and contracting around the sides of his moistened cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with greedy untamed lust. The older woman's vagina flowered involuntarily wider, and her cuntal secretions increased with each further second the boy's sucking mouth laved at her widespread loins. Her moisture ran in warm wet trickles down the sides of the youngster's cheeks pressed tightly into the softness of her smoothly gripping thighs, then down the ivory columns of her legs to stain the carpet beneath her knees.
"Uuuuhhhhh!" she grunted as he moved his mouth deeper into her pussy, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with every swipe he took. Oh Lord, how this child was debasing her! Treating her like a slut from the gutter! A strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her fevered flesh, adding to the potency of the Spanish Fly. She wanted to be destroyed by it; she wanted to be fucked and sucked until she could never walk again! The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-inciting sensations!
"Ohhhhh, you kid!" she suddenly heard herself call out in uncontrol, the rhythm of his skewering tongue too much to resist any longer. "Ohhhh, suck me, kid! Suck my cunt!"
Frank heard the older woman's obscenities, and felt the wild abandoned tempo of her naked lush body, and his slender penis ached from the anticipation to ram it into her mature softness. With some difficulty he slithered to his knees and worked his lean young hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her buttocks from behind. He held his hard virile penis tightly between his fingers and poised its blood-filled head at the elastic hole of her hungry cunt. He watched with lust-gleaming eyes as the moist vaginal lips nibbled at his erection like the mouth of a fish, and he felt a small dew drop of seminal emission forming on the tip of his tortured cock. He had to have this woman now, or he would cum all over her ass!
He moved forward, slipping as far up between her wide-splayed thighs as he could go, guiding his long boyish hardness between the warm enveloping folds of her swollen pussy. He groaned in adolescent desire, never in his sixteen years having felt anything so soft and tender around his cock! Gripped between the delicious lips of ready, willing cuntal flesh, the lewd contact of his slender erection pressed into the lushness of the teacher's quivering buttocks incited him to uncontrollable lust. Frank flexed his youthful loins, feeling all of the frustration he had built up since last Saturday suddenly surging forward with him into the warm welcoming belly of the older woman before him. He gasped out loud through the silence of the living room as he felt the tight constricting walls of her vagina soothingly enclose the rock-hard shaft of his prodding cock.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" Shirley moaned. Not from pain, for she was now wet and open and eagerly expecting his entry, but from the degrading knowledge that she was helplessly trapped by the cruel hands of the boy in front of her and the young penis skewering into her from behind. And worse yet, that she was no longer merely bowing to the inevitable, but was obscenely wallowing in abandoned pleasure to the subjugation and debasing ravishment of her body. She had lost her battle against the lewd sensations, and rising flames of demand were engulfing all of her naked flesh. Even the agonizing thought of having darling Larry watching her total surrender was sending thrills racing along the base of her spine as she felt the savage rhythm of his older brother's cock stroking into her pussy. There was no respite, the intrusion expanding as she felt the lean weight of his developing pelvis crush hard against her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he sunk his boyish penis as deep inside her hungry wet cunt as it would go.
But this was not enough for the lunging teenager. He raised his hand as he continued the uncontrolled assault, and brought it down hard against the older woman's upraised buttocks, the flat smack of his hit echoing painfully through the room. Shirley's scream shattered the quiet an instant later.
"Shake it, Mrs. Jackson!" the boy gasped through his tightly clenched teeth. "Shake your ass! Shake it good!"
Shirley complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated as she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her hips back against his driving virile hardness as though she were glued to it. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her drugged and unrestrained body inciting him to faster and harder efforts. Her breath came in spasmodic puffings now as she droned out her passion into the carpet, her face turned sideways so that all the boys could see the effect the teenager's fucking was having on her. Her lips opened and closed in groaning torment, half in humiliation and shame from the sensations burning through her nerves, and half in fear she would be ripped asunder by the cruelly pounding penis that was pumping brutally into her cunt.
There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the carpet dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around her mouth. Fingers fumbled with her lips, trying to part them . . . and then she felt a spongy, moist sensation pressing against her teeth. She raised her eyes and to her horror saw a stubby penis right before her eyes. Kirby, who could no longer take the lust-arousing sight of the piano teacher being fucked from behind by his buddy, had released her arms and now had wriggled closer to her face. She was now pressed tightly into his naked loins, and his legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
The second sixteen year old lifted her head with the flat of his palm pushing back against her forehead. She mumbled in revulsion and tried to shake herself free, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips together and try to avert her mouth, but he was not to be denied his share of this wild-fucking woman! As he increased his pressure, it felt to Shirley as if her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled, feeling them part little by little .. . and then suddenly Frank gave an extra hard lunge into her vagina, and Shirley could not stifle the resultant gasp of pleasure. The short thick penis crushed through her soft moist lips and into the warm wetness of her mouth. She could feel the virile erection slithering up the length of her tongue and fill her mouth completely with its adolescent hardness.
"You like playing music, Mrs. Jackson," she heard Kirby command harshly above the top of her head. "So start blowing a melody on my skinflute!"
Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting short length of tender young cock, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His round, firm testicles bounced against her chin and there was the intriguing odor of his budding male arousal around his hairless loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder of the perverted act she was being forced to commit.
"Suck my pecker, Mrs. Jackson! Suck it till I cum in your mouth!"
Behind her, Frank could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon, and began to fuck the teacher faster, battering mercilessly the trembling cheeks of her fleshy buttocks with his hard driving hips. His hands grabbed her slender waist and squeezed the flaccid flesh as he stared down at her curvaceous bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Kirby's pale boyish penis disappearing into the moist pink fullness of her lips shot electric surges through the length of his rutting penis. "Man!" he shouted hoarsely, "Man, oh man!" The saliva in Shirley's mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of seminal fluid seeped from the end of the boy's cock into its warm depth. She could feel Kirby's fatty hips writhing below her bobbing head as though he were in the throes of an epileptic fit. His short fingers curled tightly into her long blonde hair as he slipped her ovalling mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting young hardness, treating her lips as though they were another vaginal slit into which to vent his teenaged lust. The older woman could feel his penis stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no more room left, and moaned piteously around it as he shoved hard down her throat in a lewd attempt to meet the other youngster's cock skewering deep into her belly from behind.
The piano teacher knew that at any moment Kirby's penis would begin to spew out loads of obscene sperm into her mouth until it spilled from her lips and ran down her chin in thin white trails. Instead of being revolted by the idea, Shirley was incensed more than ever by it, and she thought it as being the second finest thing she could experience - the first being to feel young male cum ejaculate up into her warmly milking cunt!
In place of shame or guilt was now the wonderfully exciting desire for her entire mature body to be saturated in fresh boy semen, until it swirled up inside her belly and spurted out again in wildly flooding rivers of depraved sensation. She wanted to be filled with cum, to swallow and absorb it until her very pores were saturated in it. And she sucked insatiably at the hard thin penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the tender young flesh and thrusting back her wetly gripping loins against the more than willing child behind so she could accept every fraction of his smoothly pistoning hardness deep up inside of her pussy.
And then . . . then she got her wish!
She felt her insides erupt in great hot flashes of intensive fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending torrent of mounting pleasure. She licked and sucked at the virile cock slewing in her mouth, groaning around the thrusting penis as her long-awaited orgasm began to spiral upwards through her loins. Suddenly Kirby jerked his cock from the older woman's hungry mouth, holding the pulsing red glans about two inches away from her lips.
"No! No, child, no I must have it!" Shirley cried out abjectly, leaning forward to take it once again into the wet confines between her lips. As if in answer, the teenager's penis began to spew hot, surging cum directly into the searching cavern of her mouth, and she immediately opened it wider and thrust out her wet tongue in an abandoned effort to receive more of his delicious white seed. The thin, quick spurts streamed from his cock-head like milk from a cow's udder, and she swallowed voraciously to keep from losing a single precious droplet of his hot, tasty semen, her Adam's apple bobbing rapidly up and down as his wildly ejaculating cock shot its lewd sperm into her face. Kirby's penis throbbed out its last remaining stream of seminal fluid and thin strings of his hot, youthful seed ran down the tip of his cock to her glistening wet lips. The depraved music teacher, still unquenched, lifted her head from the carpet still more and took the deflating erection into her mouth, sucking like a starving calf to lick the teenager clean.
She could still feel the soft rubbery length along her swirling tongue when she heard a high-pitched grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last savage rush as Larry's brother fucked into her cunt with his overwhelming orgasm. His mouth cried out: "Aaaaiiieeeee!" as she felt his lewd fresh semen filling her vaginal passage with a tremendous charge of liquid. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would drown inside. There were several convulsive jerkings of his hips against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down across a temporarily satiated Kirby who was still having his cock licked clean. There was no movement except for the whipping sounds of fourteen year old Larry masturbating by the side of them, his dark young eyes rolling in their sockets as he too approached another orgasm. There was a movement of bodies and Shirley felt herself falling onto the dirty carpet as Kirby slipped from under her and Frank lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a cool rush of air between her legs as his limp penis withdrew, and then the double-raped teacher rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move or care. She was only able to glance up through lust-smoked eyes to see the youthful Larry kneeling between her open legs now. He was stroking his slender penis with his hand, his eyes locked insanely on the swollen pink flesh of her wettened pubic mound. She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush of hot new cum flood wetly over her naked breasts. She simply lay there, too battered and defeated to even place an arm protectively across her sperm-splashed breasts, just allowing the fresh young cream to dribble over her fleshy globes and trickle down her naked sides ...
Frank Dempsey stood up after some time had passed and with his legs spread in an arrogant stance, looked down at his younger brother's music teacher, his hands on his hips, his slender boyish cock quivering in half-erection. "I'm almost ready to go again, men," he bragged as he sneered mockingly down at the older woman. "So am I!" Kirby echoed. "I get to fuck her next!"
"Take your time," Frank retorted. "We've got all afternoon. The folks went to visit some friends and won't be back until tonight, and we'll be finished by then. We can screw Mrs. Jackson all day, because she doesn't have to be at her Children's Concert until seven o'clock.
Right, Larry?"
"Y-Yeah," Larry said, his eyes downcast. Now, in the aftermath of his orgasm, he was reconsidering his rash action in setting up this depraving trap for his teacher. Looking at her now, splayed out on the carpet in a dazed, befouled condition, his heart went out for her, and he wished that he could have been able to do it over ... to never have opened his fat mouth last Saturday and set this obscene chain of events into action. But it was too late to cry over it now ... there was nothing he could do except follow along to whatever despicable end finally happened to all of them.
"Yeah," he said, his voice growing softer, "it's at seven. We're all going, aren't we?"
"Sure, Larry, sure. We're all going - but it ain't going to be no sissy piano recital the kids will see!"
"Think the teach will hold out until then?"
"We better make sure, Kirby! Bring in the pitcher and we'll refresh Mrs. Jackson with a nice drink of punch!"
Shirley, alarmed now by the boy's callous talk, knew that if she drank any more of the Spanish Fly, she would never have a chance to save a vestige of her mind or body. The older boy laughed when his buddy handed him a glass of the doctored punch, and he got down on his knees to give it to her. He lifted her head from the carpet by her hair, and thrust the lip of the glass between her teeth against her will. She clenched her mouth tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the drugging substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her to swallow some. The cool liquid trickled down to her stomach, and she coughed to keep from gagging, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the glass, forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.
"Hot damn!" Kirby chuckled as she swallowed defensively so she could breathe. "You better pour her some more, Frank. She's a real guzzler!"
At first the thought of what the punch would make her do again made her sick, but with each further drink, it began to deaden her feelings of dreadful apprehension. She was beginning to believe that it wouldn't have made much difference whether she'd been given an aphrodisiac or not. The stuff in the glass might well be colored water, for all the changes it had made on her unleashed character. Drugged or riot¦; she had willingly allowed her naked body to accept the brutal impalements, eagerly spreading her thighs for both Dempsey brothers while sucking off another boy's cock until she'd tasted his boiling cum. She could not deny the pleasures of thrashing mindlessly with all of them inside of her body, and the tremendous waves of delicious passion which had wracked her naked flesh. The three young teenagers had felt damnably good to her, and no matter how carnal or lewd it was, she could not deny the truth of it to herself.
In fact, as she lay back with the glass now empty, Shirley was forced to confess that she felt nothing but utter, total relaxation in the aftermath of this first orgy. Neither hate or revulsion had taken hold of her mind this time, and they had after young Larry alone had fucked her last Saturday morning. God, not only had she abandonedly reveled in the forbidden sordidness of a children's gang-rape, 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 blonde music teacher thought, that she who was once so sinlessly frigid and despising of sex, should lie here completely naked and be thinking in such obscene, earthy ways! She chuckled to herself, feeling almost grateful for the callousness which seemed to have begun thickening the mental skin of her previously pitifully naive manner. Larry had not been the only one who'd once been innocent ... !
She had changed, Spanish Fly or no Spanish Fly, and there was no doubt about that in her mind. Whether her passionate lessons in sexual awakening had been good for her or not was another matter, but she hoped that if she lived through the rest of this day, she would have the chance to leave San Martin and go to some distant town to start anew. She might even be able to find a decent man to whom she could bring the physical pleasure she had been so thoroughly taught by these three delightful boys. Yes, by tomorrow, she would be driving her car in search of that un-named town and that faceless man. Even if she had to hitch-hike, she had to leave at once rather than stay here another second, for it was obvious to her that she could not trust either herself or anybody else when it came to holding down her newly-discovered desires. One more Saturday like this in San Martin, and her life would not be worth living...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Kirby Murdock. He grasped her legs in powerful fingers and levered her unresisting thighs up off the carpet in an arc, pressing her knees harshly into her breasts. Her tortured body was bent back, the glistening flattened plane of her well-fucked vagina presented up to his leering features in sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her calves back, his stubby penis hard again and aimed straight at her helplessly upturned cuntal slit.
"Jam it to her!" Frank yelled in encouragement. "Jam your pecker to Mrs. Jackson's tits!"
Shirley quivered in the force of the boy's grip on her naked legs, and looked up through narrow hazy slits of her eyes at the naked youth poised above her unresisting body. Fire was licking throughout her loins in spite of her recent climax, her passions spurred on by her depraved position and the fresh glasses of aphrodisiac which she'd had to drink.
She rolled her head from side to side, seeing the faint forms of Frank and Larry watching her humiliation from either side . . . but it did not matter to her in the least. The fires of uncontrollable, perverted lust raged out of control in her pulsating vagina, and nothing seemed to care to her now, nothing at all ...
"Yes, you little bastard," she hissed up at the overweight youth. She wriggled her lush womanly buttocks at him in lewd invitation. "Ram it to my tits. ..!"
Time after that became a meaningless and blurred mergings of cocks and more cocks for the sex-drugged older woman. Many long hours later, she was cleaned up by Larry and dressed in one of his mother's bathrobes, her limbs too weak and satiated to be able to perform for herself, and only dimly she heard the voice of Frank say he'd bring the hot-rod around to the back door of the kitchen so they would not be seen when they left. Slowly putting one rubbery leg before the other, Shirley leaned on Larry and Kirby and allowed them to take her outside and to the old souped-up Chevrolet. Exhausted, soiled, but pleasantly satisfied with an euphoria of drugged unawareness of what was happening to her, she tottered as the door was opened for her. She almost fell inside, lowering herself to the comfortable bucket seat in front.
"Now!" she faintly heard Frank say as he started the car. "Now, on to the Concert!"