Chapter 6
Oh God, the hopelessly drugged teacher thought as she rode, why are they forcing me into this? She'd done all that they'd wanted today . . . why this additional painful humiliation in front of all her other children? Oh why? she whimpered silently . . .
Frank Dempsey maneuvered his old Chevrolet along the winding, tree-shaded lanes to San Martin High School, driving carefully so that he would not risk being stopped by the police. The high school was a huge and old-fashioned brick affair with a large gravel parking lot fronting it. It was almost seven o'clock now, and the lot was partially filled by hot-rods and family cars belonging to the students who'd come for the recital. The building itself was dark and deserted looking, except for one side-entrance door which was open, and light streaming from the music room downstairs. It was the music room with its large grand piano which Shirley had reserved for her private concert many weeks before, and which was now filled with anticipating boys.
Frank parked and then the sixteen year old boy said to his brother and Kirby in the back, "You two go in there and make sure that the custodian is out of the way. I wouldn't want him to see us now!"
"Right!" Kirby said eagerly, climbing out.
Larry, more reluctantly, swallowed thickly. "You sure this is fair, Frank? You said you wouldn't hurt Mrs. Jackson!"
"Why you little twerp, just do as you're told!" his older brother snarled. "Nobody's hurting your precious piano teacher! We're only having our kicks with her, and what the hell, she's not complaining, is she?"
"But she can't! You've got her so doped up that-"
"Shut up! You want a fist in the face? Now, go on and help Kirby make things ready, you chicken-livered baby!"
Wiping a fearful tear from his eyes, Larry hurried after the other boy, knowing in his heart that he shouldn't be going along with this, but should be stopping it somehow. But what could he do? He'd get into lots of trouble if he squealed on his brother, and no telling what would happen to Mrs. Jackson then! It was almost as if she were a different person now, and no longer his sweet, loving "girl friend" of a week ago! Cripes, everything was so confusing to him, his immature mind boiling in a turmoil of indecision! If only he knew what to do ... !
A few moments later, Kirby came out of the high school building, a fat grin pasted on his face. "No sweat. The janitor is watching television in the audio-visual room, so it's all clear to bring Mrs. Jackson in. He'll be there all night, and everybody's waiting in the music room for her appearance!"
"Great!" Frank grinned, taking the drugged woman by the elbow when he opened the car door for her. They made their way across the lot to the entrance, steering the moaning, half-unintelligable teacher through the dimly lit hallway. "Damned good thing I thought of this early in the week," he told Kirby on the other side of her. "Otherwise we wouldn't have had time to weed out the assholes who wouldn't have gone along with this!"
"The shit would really hit the fan if somebody blabbed on us," Kirby agreed. Shirley's bare legs rubbed against his a time or two as they moved toward the music room door, and the contact of her firm, resilent flesh barely covered by Mrs. Dempsey's thin silk bathrobe made his young heart beat with desire. Shit, he'd screwed her all day, and still the blood was thick in his pecker! It was arousing him all over again, just to think of the punishment she'd be getting in a few minutes! Mrs. Jackson would never get another of her piano students in dutch with their parents again, not after tonight!
"Only one I'm worried about," Kirby added, "is that snot-nosed kid brother of yours. He sure is up tight over this!"
"Aw, don't worry. He only thinks he's in love with Mrs. Jackson. This is his first time for this kind of thing, and he's a little scared. He'll be okay." They reached the closed door of the music room, and Frank could hear the murmers of the students on the other side. "He's in there?"
"Uh - huh. Larry's got a desk in the first row." Kirby chuckled. "I reserved it for him . . . right beside mine!"
"Good. Now listen, I'm going in there and make a little announcement. You know, on account of this being a show, right?"
"Yeah, go to it, Frank. Build them up like they do in the burley-que acts! I'll take care of Mrs. Jackson here."
Frank opened the door and walked in. There was a general cheer of cat-calls and whistles as the other teenagers who knew him realized the evening was about to begin. He raised his hands for silence, and a hush fell over the room. He looked around for a moment, seeing his friends leaning forward in their desks, which were all facing the front of the room and the glistening grand piano. He smiled at his brother, noting that Larry was terribly pale in the face and nervously fidgeting in his seat. Kirby was right - he'd have to keep an eye on him!
"Yeah, well I ain't much one for speeches," he began, "but tonight is special enough so I better say something. Now, all of you here are specially selected students of Mrs. Jackson - specially selected by me and Kirby Murdock, because we know you won't spill the beans. Some of the others who were, ah ... originally scheduled to perform, won't be able to make it."
There was a chorus of laughter to this remark, the others knowing how a threat from Kirby to " beat them up would be sufficient to keep any of them at home.
"Anyway, we've all seen girls before . . . but this is the first time we've seen a full-grown woman naked and fucking!"
A boy in the back hooted: "And what a woman! Come on, Frank, bring her on!"
"Yeah, shut up and start the recital!" another called out.
"All right, all right, we'll begin! Keep your pants on ... at least until I finish the first lesson!"
There was another spontaneous roar of shouting and whooping, and Kirby led in the tearful piano teacher to face her eager, leering pupils. Shirley visibly shuddered as she stared through bleak, drug-dimmed eyes at all the boys she'd been teaching music. To think they would join in on this! God, wasn't there any of them who would stop this awful nightmare? It was all to obvious that she could not; even as she stood quivering in her anguish, she could feel the rising tendrils of aphrodisiac-produced lust building in her pulsing belly. The debasing ravishment of her body that afternoon only seemed to make her want for more, and to her shame, her proud firm breasts beneath the gossamer robe throbbed up into hard, taut roundness, their pink nipples erect against the soft material. She bit the flesh of her lower lip, her bare toes curling against the linoleum floor as she felt the growing sense of lurid excitement at being so obscenely posed against her will. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought with all her strength, knowing that with the overhead lights striking the thin robe the way they did, all the boys could see her naked curves beneath.
The robe was like a filmy sheet of glass to them, her pink-rimmed breasts jutting out at the room of youthful voyeurs, pointing slightly upwards from the involuntary thrill of her lewd exhibitionism. She could almost feel the adolescents breathlessly move their gazes over her body, down from the gentle swell of her breasts to the sensual rise of her hips and the blonde-curled hair of her pubic mound. Nothing of her body was sacred any longer! The mere thought of their beady staring eyes on her nearly naked vagina sent new erotic tingles through her loins, and Shirley could feel that unwanted droplets of moisture were seeping from the rounded folds of her cuntal slit...
The sixteen year old Frank began undressing without further comment, and handed his pants to Kirby like a boxer preparing to go into the ring. The crowd of adolescents hollered insults and laughter as they caught sight of his slender erection, but Frank took the good-natured teasing proudly, walking around in front of the piano in display to the youthful spectators. He stopped in front of his younger brother, and with a taunting grin, stroked his hardened penis.
"Yeah, this is going into your precious music teacher, twerp," he sneered at Larry. "Right in her asshole in front of all these others. And she'll love it, too! What do you think of Mrs. Jackson now?"
Snickers of lewd amusement raced through Larry's ears above the taunting voice of his older brother. He could not believe that this was happening! It was a terrible dream, and he would awaken in his bed soon and find that none of it was true! That was the way it had to be! He couldn't have been the cause of all this!
"Okay, the show begins!" Frank proclaimed, turning back to the older woman. "Off with my mother's robe, Mrs. Jackson so we can all see that lush bod of yours!"
"I .. . I don't want to!" she moaned dejectedly, "I don't!"
"But you can't stop yourself from doing it, can you?" Frank hissed sadistically, knowing the powers of the Spanish Fly.
"No ..." Shirley mewled in defeat. "No, God forgive me, I can't help myself.. . "
Her tongue darted out to softly lick her parched lips, moistening them as she hesitantly untied the belt. She slipped each of the robe's arms from around her bare shoulders and let the transluscent sheath slip down around her mature body to pool at her feet, hearing the delighted gasps from the boys in the room. She could feel a warm rush of air slide along her sensitive flesh as she stood passive in her nakedness, feeling shame and humiliation for standing helplessly nude in front of these nearly dozen teenage pupils. But then the very thought of her complete submission began to send further teasing ripples up through her nerves, and unconscious of what she was doing at first, their music teacher lifted her shoulders and held her head high, feeling oddly pleased at being the focal point of their salacious looks. She would show these youths, drummed through her increasingly aroused mind. She would show Tom, Dick, and Harry ... all of them what a full-blooded, sensually alive woman she'd become because of boys! The children wanted to watch her fuck, then she would fuck! They wanted to see her suck, then she would suck! And why not? She was certainly excited by teenagers, even by two and three of them at the same time, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do to prevent her molesting of their innocence, drugged or not! Her tortured mind droned on as she relaxed and exposed the quivering pink lips of her hair-fringed vagina, the aphrodisiac in her body excusing away the weird masochistic sensations that were fermenting in her mind...
"Now, on the piano lid, Mrs. Jackson!" Frank commanded heatedly. "That's it, crawl up on the bench and then the keyboard and lie down on your back on the piano lid! Now spread your legs wide .. . Wider! Yeah! Yeah! Now finger your cunt for us!"
A whimper escaped from the humiliated woman's mouth as she lowered herself in a supine position onto the cold, polished wood of the piano top. "Oh God ... not masturbate!"
"Yeah! Show us how girls beat off, Teach!" Kirby e-.c".-yraged from the front row. "Diddle your twat awhile!"
The music teacher gently began to run her fingers over her full rounded breasts, playing softly with her nipples, moaning as she felt her breasts involuntarily harden from her first tentative caresses of her naked flesh. A shudder of unwanted pleasure coursed along her skin, and in spite of her inherent revulsion to masturbating before all these eager feasting boys, her groans of shame began to taper into sighs of electric sensation. She pressed the outside of her knees flat against the piano lid and drew her thighs up as far as she could, opening her vaginal crevice in a crablike stance that exposed the moist pink slit of her pussy to the teenagers greedy eyes. She slipped her fingers down between the blonde curls of her soft pubic hair and slightly parted the fleshy folds of her cunt, sliding her hand lewdly along the now plainly visible valley of her pussy.
"Ohhh God, she mewled through clenched teeth. "This isn't fair! This isn't right!"
"More! More!" Frank breathlessly demanded of the older woman. "Finger-fuck yourself!"
Shirley teased her fingers along the tender parts of her cunt, working her way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris. She flicked the sensitive bud until she felt it jerking into hardness, and with a gasp, she began to rub it faster in uncontrollable desire. She heard the shouting urges of her teenaged students, their obscene .enthusiasm driving her to manipulate her hand still harder, finding to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching upward to absorb her lewd caress. She dwelled in the flexing hollow of her vaginal hole, sliding her finger in and out as though it were a small, thin penis, again causing a slow untameable undulation of her buttocks against the piano top. The split of her loins splayed wider to the leering, lust-crazed view of her young tormentors, some of whom had left their desks and were now gathering around her naked body. They lewdly sighed as she poked her middle finger against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposing the hairless crevice between her. upraised buttocks. The tight rubbery sphincter muscle clenched in delight from her obscene touch, and tried to screw itself further onto her hand to gain more of her teasing probe.
Her toes squirmed below her masturbating hand, no more able to resist the exquisite sensation she was causing in her flesh than the rest of her body was. She shut her eyes tightly as she fought the lewd sensations filtering through her drug-seared nerves, the ail-too familiar waves of indecent excitement creeping forcefully through her against her will. She fought them with all her might, but the obscene fondlings of her fingers pursued and tantalized her breasts and cunt relentlessly. An excited moan escaped from her lips as she surrendered to her self-debasement which flooded over her naked body. She twisted in the pleasure of her obscene hands, slipping her middle finger back into the swollen wet vaginal hole, pressing her knees hard back against her breasts and jerking her upraised hips wildly at the tormenting finger-fucking she was giving to herself. Her facial muscles tightened as she joined two more hungry fingers with the first, and then clenched her jaw together as she pushed all three into the clasping, dilating folds of her wet pink cunt.
They disappeared with a lewdly sucking sound, and a delightful moan of ecstasy bubbled up from Shirley's chest.
Larry couldn't believe the sight before him. Instead of fighting with all her strength against this humiliating act, his music teacher was turning into a groaning mass of passion in front of all these other kids! He watched as the older woman moved her bent legs far apart on the piano lid and tangled her hands tightly into her own naked pussy. She ground her buttocks sensuously in time to the darting fingers that were probing hotly up into her wide-split cunt. Her eyes were closed and her mouth shut tight in undisguised delight. It couldn't be Mrs. Jackson there! It couldn't be the kind, tender woman who had gently shown him about sex a week ago!
The young boy's mind whirled in painful confusion as his eyes remained glued to the masturbation taking place a few feet from his desk. Mrs. Jackson couldn't be here of her own free will, doing this awful thing to herself! That Spanish Fly his older brother had forced her to drink must be the cause behind it! It had done something to her mind! This was wrong! This was wrong! The words screamed through his inexperienced, tortured mind. Mrs. Jackson couldn't be well, she just couldn't be!
Larry sickened as he viewed Frank crawling up on the piano with his music teacher now. With a triumphal cry of greed, the sixteen year old caught Shirley's flailing body by the legs and twisted her about on the polished wood until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her belly ground into the mahogany surface, still striving hopelessly for the orgasm she was about to have.
"Now for my turn, Mrs. Jackson!" Larry heard his brother crow. The boy took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full writhing thighs and spread the cheeks of her buttocks with his hands. From Larry's position, he could see clearly the tiny tight anus nestled in the crevice. He thought he could see it throbbing as it anticipated his brother's next move. Frank's hand ran all the way to the wetness of the older woman's open cunt, and Larry could see the skin straining around the hole as the thumbs of his brother pulled at the flesh around it. His fingers probed mercilessly at the puckered pink asshole like teasing needles. The naked woman groaned beneath him,
"Spread them wider!" the sixteen year old cried out.
Shirley's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the rounded edges of the piano lid. They were almost at right angles to her hunched over body, and Larry thought for sure she would split. Frank's hand poked forward and he could hear her groan as it entered her rectum, seeing her jump slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. She strained forward to escape the intruding finger as the rubbery flesh of her anal canal closed over it, but the boy's other hand had a firm grip on her waist, holding her steady and forcing her to accept it.
The youth moved his finger around in the tight expanding hole in preparation of what was to follow, sawing it in and out and expanding the tiny anus more and more. Shirley wriggled her hips from the pain, short muffled squeals escaping from her lips as she buried her face to the wood. But the boy persisted, screwing his finger into her anus mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered opening until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit!
Larry watched in horror at the cruel subjugation of the music teacher by his depraved older brother. His immature mind registered disbelief as her flushed face, the blonde hair strewn down over it, as it twisted with her agony and humiliation. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl while the sodomistic finger worked round and round up into her widely stretched rectum. The handsome boy behind her grinned sadistically as he prodded the defenseless asshole like an avenging devil, Shirley cringing beneath his savage probing in total surrender.
"Now I'm going to fuck you there, Mrs. Jackson!" Frank said at last in a high-pitched voice of passion. Larry winced unconsciously as he saw Frank pull his finger out of the writhing older woman's rectum. It seemed to come out reluctantly, the clasping skin clinging to it until it withdrew with a wet vacuum-like sucking noise. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Mrs. Jackson - right in that cherry-pink asshole of yours!"
Shirley jerked her eyes open again at the horrible threat of the teenager's words. She gasped in shock and terror, trying to squeeze her naked thighs together to ward off this further indecent invasion of her rectum. "Nol No, Frank, please not there!" But it was too late for her to resist now. The crowd of other boys closed around the grand piano, to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to happen before their eyes. Helpful hands from the sides grasped harshly at Shirley's quivering legs, pulling them brutally apart so that her delicate pink anus above her vaginal slit was in full and open exposure to them. One over-anxious hand reached out to pinch quickly at a full white breast, digging harshly at the dancing mound of flesh for a moment before disappearing anonymously back into the youthful congregation.
Frank Dempsey climbed closer between the older woman's widespread legs and found a position where the full plane of her defenseless crevice was presented up to the kneeling boy in helpless sacrifice. It was his to plunder at will, and Shirley's face was contorted in anguish, every muscle in her drugged body tensed against the unnatural invasion she knew was sure to come.
He grinned down, stroking his slender young penis with his hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the upturned cringing buttocks swaying before him. The lust-incited youngsters around the piano gasped as the blunt head of his cock pressed against the small clenched opening and jostled for position against the rosette of flesh, insinuating the merest fraction of its rounded tip inside her anal hole. Then with a flick of his lean young hips, the grinning child forced his boyish penis into the pulsing rectal channel, stretching her resisting flesh almost to the ripping point.
"Ahhhggg!" Shirley screamed in billowing pain.
Frank sunk his cock another inch, the struggling older woman trying desperately to kick her legs free of the groping hands imprisoning her to the piano top. But the eager hands held them tighter to the lid, and the sadistic youth behind her flicked his buttocks again. His grin widened as his ravaging cock slid into his brother's music teacher . ..
"Ohhh, you're killing me...!"
Still more, pushing waves of painful rectal flesh before it...
"Agggg, stop it! Stop it ... !"
Until at last his youthful pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her white quivering buttocks. The boyish shaft of manhood was buried to the balls in her nearly split rectum. She was hopelessly impaled. To the bereaved Larry watching from his desk, his teacher's naked body looked like that of a pet dog straining on all fours against her master's leash. His brother, eyes gleaming wickedly, hugged her waving hips tight and began sawing rhythmically deep into the pink inflamed anal passage, too impatient to even wait a moment for the anguished woman to adjust to his inhuman cock planted in her soft white belly.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh God, it hurts! It hurts! You're killing me!" At first the only thing that Shirley could manage to do was to whine out her agony as the boy smacked into her defenseless anus with harder and faster force. But slowly, inexorably, the pain began to ease a little, and in its place a wierd sense of subjugated joy tingled through her submissively drugged flesh. The outrageous defilement of her rectum seemed to bring to her peculiar sensations of pain and pleasure combined, and her hips began to unconsciously gyrate in tempo with the increasing speed of the slender cock fucking into her ass. The pain receded more and more, and her whines of torment slowly changed to low whimpers of passion and pleading. She began to want this to hurt her ... to be torn in half in front of all the boys around the piano, to be brutally punished for being the dirty whoring child molestor that she had become. She could never be the same again after this, and now she no longer gave one good goddamn.
And before the unbelieving eyes of her fourteen year old lover, Shirley began to move backwards to meet the forward thrustings of the depraved boy's penis. She was reveling in the lewd sodomizing of her hunched over body, like a mature slave bending before her cruel master; Frank rammed into the older woman with hard deep strokes, watching the pink flesh follow his pumping cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. The pain continued to masochistically please her and she turned her head from side to side, her blonde hair thrashing against the piano so that her student audience could follow her feelings by the reflection in her face. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a perverted delight that pictured to the hypnotized youngsters the feelings of the stiffened cock boring into her rectum.
Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the music room. Larry thought he saw them stop on him and a flicker of a puzzled recognition pass through them, but with another hard jolt from his brother's sawing penis into her anus, they jerked away in reflex to the sudden pleasure-pain. Mrs. Jackson had forgotten him! He was right, there was something very wrong with her now, something scared and hurt him both at the same time. She had turned from the gentle woman he had loved into some kind of witch - and her wild uninhibited exhibition with his brother on the piano had proved it to him! She was enjoying being fucked in the ass on the piano so much that she didn't even know him any longer! Small wet tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he watched his loving teacher's total subjugation to his brother.
He saw the glistening penis disappearing all the way up her gyrating buttocks with each cruel stroke Frank made into her. Not a bit could be seen left as it buried itself time and time again into the tight resistant passage, the straining cock reaching far into her shaking white belly. Larry wondered when it was going to explode! But even as his tears swelled in his eyes from the terrible anguish of what he was viewing, he watched Mrs. Jackson's face flushing a bright red, her long hair strewn across her sweating forehead like a mad woman. She was panting for more!
"Oh yes! Keep it up, you little shit! Keep it up!" she gasped as the boy pressed tight against her soft round buttocks and rotated the head of his cock around inside her rectum. Her moaning and pleading was adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her mature buttocks, kneading the naked flesh like bakery dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender white skin. "Fuck me!" she panted even in her pain. "Fuck me in the ass!"
Frank pulled her buttocks wide apart, beginning to drive his lean young pelvis into her soft yielding flesh with hard vicious smacks that resounded through the music room. His testicles seemed to swell as they pounded lewdly against the uptilted crevice of the teacher's vagina, and the adolescent onlookers could see he was about to cum. It was apparent to every boy there that he was just holding back to torment their squirming instructor longer. This was part of the sadistic Frank's pleasure; this was his ultimate reward!
Shirley moaned incoherently beneath his pounding young cock behind her. She waved her hips salaciously back against his eager thrusts', wanting him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his virile fresh sperm deep into her belly and split her open to drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any pain for the older woman . . . only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had always hoped she would be. Her shoulders dropped to the piano lid so that her buttocks were sticking high up in the air and the delicious boy's penis could fuck her anus at will. She ground back against it happily, feeling it throb into a hugeness that could only mean one beautiful thing!
He was going to cum!
Larry watched numbly as his brother threw his head back and groaned. He thrust his slender cock's full expanded length into the music teacher's full stretched rectum, his lean body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh like the talons of a sex-crazed hawk. The boy screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds even Larry had never heard before, hurtling obscene insults at Larry's vanquished teacher writhing on her knees beneath him.
"Oohhhhhh, bitch! Cock-sucking, mother-raping bitch! I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! Screw back! Screw back!"
Shirley beneath his pounding young body felt the first delicious waves of his youthful sperm creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her mature body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like licking tongues of fire sunk deep within her. She screamed out her own release at the same time, as her climactic secretions gushed from her open cunt and drenched the boy's hairless testicles pressed tightly against her vaginal lips. His boyish cum ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick liquid, attesting to the animal joy of the unnatural coupling ...
Frank rolled useless and drained from her still squirming form, helped by eager young hands clawing to take his place. A thin string of white sticky fluid trailed from his penis over her leg to the piano lid. He had just enough strength left to climb down from the instrument and fall panting to the music room floor.
"Who's next with Mrs. Jackson?" he called out feebly. "Come on, who's going to take my place!"
"Me!"
"No, me!"
"Somebody turn her over!"
She could dimly hear through the muffled confusion of the desire-ridden youths, and caught a glimpse of hands grappling her roughly, pulling her battered body over in the slippery pools of cum until she rested heavily on her back. She squirmed her naked body around lewdly among the myriad of boyish hands and fingers that were crawling over her tingling flesh. Cocks were everywhere - long ones, short ones, fat ones ... all of them belonging to delightful little boys, her boys, the boys she had. taught piano and now would teach lust and sex. She was in a teenaged cock heaven!
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a short fat youth who had replaced Frank Dempsey between her legs. He rammed into her like a jack-hammer, needing no foreplay to excite him further. Great waves of searing joy coursed through her drug-aroused flesh, curling the tips of her toes and finger with the power of lighting bolts. The fat boy's cock spat uncontrollably into her, and then another adolescent was sinking his erection into her belly. She grunted into the thick stale air of the music room, churning her buttocks faster and faster as she tried to keep up with the never-ending string of penises drubbing one after another into her upturned vaginal crevice. She felt fleshy objects dropping into her clenching hands on either side of the piano top, and other hands press her fingers tightly around them. She knew there were more cocks, and began a hard stroking in time to the communal rhythm as she felt the shafts of boyish hardness pummeling into her throbbing cunt almost to the bursting point.
Shirley's eyes gazed at the side, and a hazy figure came into focus for a moment. Was it her darling sweet Larry? No, the thought that she had been fooled before drifted crazily through her distorted mind. Larry wouldn't be part of this debauchery. He was too clean, too pure, too innocent. He was somewhere else, but certainly not here. There was nothing around her except fleshy young cocks filling her pussy with pleasure and pain and the pain was pleasure too ...
Tears still trailed down Larry's cheeks from the anguish of watching his piano teacher ravished cruelly by all the other children she had been teaching music to, and even participating in her own humiliation. It was all his fault, and now she was gone from him .. . gone forever. She was doing all of this without even once recognizing him sitting in his desk. His spirit was completely crushed by the horrible experience and his own sense of guilt, and he could not stand another moment of viewing the ruination of his youthful dreams. He had to do something to try and rectify the situation! He didn't know exactly what. . . but it had to be more than simply sitting here watching his teacher's total disintegration!
He wiped more tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, whimpers coming from his open mouth. He staggered upright, leaving his desk, when Kirby on the piano saw him and yelled out:
"Hey, you're not leaving, are you?"
"Yes . ... . Yes ..." was all the stricken lad could manage.
"For Christ's sake, you can't now! You stay here, you little brat!"
It snapped then, the spontaneous bursting in the innocent boy's head that crashed reality down over him with a shattering force. Larry stumbled toward the door, his young lungs threatening to burst from horror and exertion.
"Hey, somebody get him!" he heard Kirby calling out behind him. "Somebody get Larry and drag him back here!"
But if little Larry heard the boy's warning cry, nobody else did in that music room. If they did, they paid no attention to it, too incensed were they by their naked teacher's obscene exhibition on the piano top. The youthful bodies came on and on, spurred by her screaming supplications for more and more. Her blonde hair was matted thickly with the pungent liquid of their fresh young cums, and pools of semen clung to her flesh as cock after cock spurted in or on her body at will. The older woman wallowed lewdly on the piano lid, punishing and debasing herself in maniacal arousal, the odor of their tender bodies rushing through her nostrils as her own orgasmic fluids flowed hotly between her legs and rivuleted beneath her wildly grinding buttocks. She squirmed wetly on her back as she was buffeted up and down by one rapacious boy after another.
"Oh God," Shirley moaned as they battered her like a rag doll between them. How many boys could she take? As many as could climb on her, she supposed. She was beyond counting, beyond caring, though her naked body reacted with orgasm after orgasm until her strength was gone and she could only follow mechanically.
"Get those legs up!" she could hear Frank Dempsey yell hoarsely at her from miles away. "Move that ass!"
She was nothing now but a drugged robot at the savage youth's command, and weakly she moved her aching limbs to comply with his shouts as best she could.
"Take a turn on her, one of you guys! She's not dead yet!"