Dale reached into her crotch and massaged her sizzling crack roughly with his fingers. "Oh, Man, you guys, she's so hot down here that she might melt our cocks."
"Let her try it," Bear grunted. "I'm ready."
Hooking his fingertips under the tight elastic band at the top of Betty's panties, Dale pulled them down, sliding them over her full, flaring hips and down her long, tapering legs. They lay in a puddle at her bare feet.
"Come on," Dale urged, "let's flop her onto the cot and get into some heavy duty sex."
They dragged her over to the sagging single cot and threw her onto its soiled, wrinkly sheet. Betty looked up at the four of them helplessly, too frightened to struggle or even to move. She could hardly make herself believe this was happening. She was a respectable person, a teacher. She had guarded herself so carefully, giving her body only after great thought and only in the right circumstances to men she genuinely cared for. She had never even had a fantasy about being raped. If she had, she thought to herself ruefully, maybe she could think of some way to defend herself against this mindless onslaught. As it was, there was nothing to do but lie there and wait for her heart to pound itself apart.
Dale started to loosen his belt, his sparkling, lust filled eyes never leaving hers for a moment. "Just keep starin', Baby. I know what a great body I got, and it turns me on all the more to have you lookin' at it."
The others hooted derisively, their laughter grating on Betty's ears, and they followed Dale's lead, ripping off their tight clothing, hungrily staring at the helpless woman laid out before them like a banquet. In a moment, all four young men were stark naked, their hugely distended erections sticking straight out before them. Betty tried her best to look into their faces, but her eyes kept being drawn down to the steaming hotness of their moisture laden groins. The hardness of their brutally stiff erections took her breath away. She could smell nothing now but the randy, mind boggling scent of their immediate arousal, and she knew what they expected of her. She was to be their means of quelling that urgency. Betty fought to keep her sanity.
Stroking his erection lewdly, Dale stepped forward. He gazed down at her nakedness with cold, staring eyes. She sobbed fearfully. Her eyes were fastened on the impossible rigidity of his thick penis. He would rip her to pieces. She would be useless as a woman for the rest of her life. It would be better if the four thugs killed her when they were finished with their heartless ravishment.
"She wants it bad, no matter what she says," Bear grunted, his voice low and husky with passion. "Just look at her starin' at your fat prick, Man. She ain't sayin' so, but she can't wait."
Betty's cheeks burned with embarrassing blushes. Dale grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward the moist tip of his long, meaty erection, "Is that right, Teacher? Are you hot for some young pud up your hot little cunt?"
"Let's all four fuck the shit out of her," Jerry said, rubbing his low hanging gonads. "Let's fill her belly up with hot cum."
"Hurry up," Betty whispered desperately. "Get it over with. Let's be down with it." She was sure she would lose her wits if the living nightmare went on too long. Her nostrils were filled with the musky smell of Dale's freely leaking cock tip, and, inside her, she began to feel the libidinal juices flowing. How could this be? Despite her terror, despite the fact her very life was threatened, she was beginning to respond. The animal part of her nature was forcing its way to the surface, taking over, urging her young body to respond in the ancient ways known to every woman since the dawn of time.
Dale smiled at her, and his grin had no hint of compassion. It was the smirking acknowledgement of his supreme power over her very life. "Hold her legs apart," he ordered roughly. "I'm goin' in."
Betty screamed at the top of her lungs.
Susie led Ben Sommers to the door of the deserted building.
"Hey," Ben said, "that looks like Betty's car."
"How could it be?" Susie asked innocently. "What would Miss Wingate be doing here?"
"I don't know," Ben answered, peering into the window of the locked auto, "but it's her car all right. There's her grade book on the front seat."
Dale knelt on the dirty cot, his burgeoning erection in one fist. Betty looked up at him helplessly, her legs widely splayed. Jerry and Tom held them firmly at the ankles. Bear was once again toying with her softly crinkled nipples, pinching her, making her grimace with pain. Betty closed her eyes, clenching the lids tightly, trying in vain to close out the reality of her terrible situation. "Stop, pleeeeeeease stop," she groaned, but she was no longer talking to the sex crazed youths. She was talking to herself and to the feelings of raw lust now welling up within her body. The animal part of her was taking over, overwhelming her fear, her good sense, her feelings of respect and Tightness. Bear's blunt fingers moved hotly over her sensitive breasts, turning them to fire, making her whole body quiver with excitement.
Dale spoke, his voice low and filled with awe. "You want it, don't you? You really want me to fuck you."
Betty's eyes flew open. She looked at him, her gaze burning into his face. "Yesssssss," she hissed. "I want it. I want your cock, all of it! Hurry!" Her mind reeled with the intensely sexual combination of desire and terror and secret passions, hidden even from herself until this moment. They could fuck her as much as they liked. She knew that now. Deep in her soul she wanted to experience it, to have them do it, all of them. She wanted their firm, muscular bodies. She longed for their throbbing, rigidly erect cocks.
Her eyes took them in, lusting for their hardness, meeting them at their own burning gut level. She was animal, just as they were, and she was an animal in heat. Never had she felt such naked voluptuousness. She had never suspected she was capable of such depths. She felt wonderful. "Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me to death." Betty lifted her hips, pushing her pelvis forward, inviting Dale into her body.
Dale looked into her gaping pussy, its soft, moist pinkness in constant trembling, begging him to enter it. He could see the beads of fresh, womanly wetness jewelling its lips, catching in its sparse fuzz, and he moved forward, brushing the burgeoning tip of his erection through the hot wetness. Betty gave a deep throated moan. Dale brushed along the lips of her pussy again, picking up her syurpy juices on the end of his cock. He parted its quivering halves with his throbbing male tool.
"Yesssss!" Betty whispered. "Use me. Push it into me. Fill me up with your hot manly meat."
Dale gripped her fleshy hips with both hands, holding her so tightly that he raised huge pinkish welts on her soft skin. She let out small, mewling cries of pain. She could feel his prick helmet bumping salaciously against the hair rimmed lips of her cunt. Groaning again, she held her breath, her whole being attuned to the entry of his blood engorged erection.
Suddenly, his cock was moving downward, back toward the smooth cleft of her fleshy buttocks. In seconds, she felt the tip of his shaft pushing against the tightly puckered lips of her virgin anus.
"No," she cried. "Not there!" The horror swept over her once more, and this time it was like nothing Betty had ever known. The utter revulsion, the fear, the utter, raw terror, were more than she could stand.
His stiffened penis pushed urgently against her secret, hidden orifice. "Say you want it now, Teacher. Say you want me to fuck you up the ass," he whispered cruelly.