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   Ariel: After the Dance - part v (Exhib, Ff, Mf, mmmf, humil, teacher on
jock)

   by she cries



   The creek looked completely deserted.

   Mrs.  Dee had almost had to drag my ass down there, but she insisted
under no uncertain terms that there was nothing to worry about, and if
there was that she would handle it.

   I had argued, but was also bolstered by her confidence.  Clearly I had
an ally here, and one with the power to protect me.  Should she find the
boys waiting for me at the creek, heads would certainly roll, and should
she find no one...

   Well, Mrs.  Dee was clearly looking for a fight, because the view from
the temp buildings wasn't good enough, and she actually walked me down to
the creek and into the wooded part, where most of the underclassmen hung
out during second lunch.

   Yet there wasn't a soul to be seen.

   "Like I said, Ariel.  No one's here."

   I had to nod, and was almost disappointed.  I had almost been looking
forward to seeing Jerry and the guys try to explain away their plans for
me.

   We walked along well worn dirt trails, candy wrappers and rusted cans
littered the sides of the creek, which was shallow and very low, crystal
clear, and probably pretty cool.  The day had turned out warmer than I'd
expected, and the cold air blowing over the creek felt good.  The silence
all around us was very relaxing, and I found myself appreciating the little
nature walk, though I wondered why we were going so far.  A little ways on
the creek went under a road, where I could see a car drive by, and the
rooftop of a house peeking up from across the street.

   "Where are we going?"

   "You're going home, I presume."

   "What?"

   Mrs.  Dee stopped, turning to me, and for the first time since we'd
argued about coming down here she had a soft, sympathetic expression on her
face, "I was inconsiderate before." She put her hands on my shoulders, "I
can see what kind of pressure you've been under, and though I don't approve
of the way you act out in school, I can't keep you here with the way you've
been abused today."

   I shrugged, "Thanks."

   "Ariel I should have known what was happening in the halls when I saw
you with those two boys."

   "Forget it." I didn't want to admit that I had been more upset that we'd
been stopped than that at what I'd been doing.  I also didn't want to
discuss what was going to happen the next time Jerry or any of them caught
me alone.

   "I will have a talk with Mr.  Christiansen and make sure that those boys
are given a thorough dressing down.  They won't mess with you any more."

   "Thanks."

   "So I just need to get my underwear back from you, and you can be on
your way."

   Just when I thought it was getting a little too comfortable.

   "Can't I give them back tomorrow?"

   Mrs.  Dee shook her head.  "We might not have another chance to be
alone. I'd rather do this now."

   I was cringing at the thought of pulling them off out here, in the very
place I'd been so scared of all day, "It's just...  It's such a long way
home."

   Mrs.  Dee thought about that, then stuffed a hand into her pocket and
pulled out some cash, "You can get a cab on Van Buren Street.  Just keep
your legs crossed." She was smiling at her little joke.

   "Mrs.  Dee," I said taking the money, "It's this place."

   "Ariel," Mrs.  Dee said exasperated, "There's no one around." And she
held up her hands and gestured to the rows of dense trees, the high walls
of the dirt creek bed, and the empty trails in either direction.

   "I know, it's just that..." I hung my head, embarrassed.

   "This is where they said they were going to do it to you." Mrs.  Dee
finished my thought and I nodded.

   "Tell you what," She said and to my surprise started to unbutton her
pants, "I'll go first."

   Before I knew what to do, Mrs.  Dee had kicked off her shoes and was
pushing down her pants, revealing in the light of day her beautiful, pearly
white pubic triangle and those exceptional buttocks, her long, lithe legs
flexing in the daylight.

   She grinned at me and threw her pants aside.  I had to wince as I saw
them land several yards from us.  She was certainly making her point.

   I had to take off the boots and skirt to get her panties off since I had
accidentally pinned it to them, and though I didn't emulate Mrs.  Dee's
gesture, I did allow the skirt to fall to the ground beside me.  It was
hard to take my eyes off of my athletic teacher's body, naked from the
waist down, only the short tails of her shirt glancing off of her hips.

   Reluctantly I slipped the panties down until I too was unfettered like
Mrs.  Dee.  I had to admit, however, that the cool air on my exposed sex
and buttocks was very soothing, and defying the fear that had motivated
nearly everything I'd done all day was a very liberating feeling.

   "Feel better?" she asked, and I had to nod.

   "Good." She said and then grabbed my hand and dragged me into the creek,
our feet splashing in the sandy bottom as I cried out at the bitter cold,
but couldn't help but grin at the crazy woman I had discovered in my nazi
bitch of a teacher, Mrs.  Dee.

   I also couldn't help but wonder why I felt so attracted to my teacher.
She certainly seemed to possess all the qualities about men that I liked,
directness, muscular but slender.  Plus she didn't have a penis to make her
into an asshole.  I found myself staring at the long, lean musculature of
her legs, and marveling at the way the definition extended up to her but,
yet curved out in beautiful arc that filled up her backside, every bit a
woman's butt as the soft, flabby, wimpy girls' but solid as a rock.

   Mrs.  Dee saw where I was looking, and took a few hesitant steps towards
me, splashing water on my ankles.

   "Go ahead." She said not nearly as confidently as she looked, and as I
gulped hard she took my hand and set it on her hip, putting an arm around
me.

   "I don't know, Mrs.  Dee." I actually really wanted to see what it felt
like, that beautiful round ass, but it was so weird, in the arms of a
woman.

   "It's okay, Ariel, I don't mean anything by it.  I can just see that
you're...  Curious." She said, her face perilously close to mine.

   Either curiosity or some compulsion got the better of me, and I found my
hands reaching around my teacher and fondling her ass.  It wasn't nearly as
hard as it looked, bending softly under my fingertips, but I found myself
more distracted by the way our chests smashed against each other, and I
could feel my pubic bush rubbing against her bare skin, which, perhaps
unintentionally, Mrs.  Dee had pushed against me.

   Our faces close together I was sure she was going to kiss me again,
perhaps as obsessed with our last encounter as I had been with Wade's
fondling last Friday night before the dance.  As I looked into her eyes I
thought that that kind of behavior was what got girls into trouble.

   As if I'd predicted it I heard a loud whoop go up from the bank of the
creek wall.  Mrs.  Dee shoved me away and I almost fell on my ass into the
creek.  Up on the bank was Ronnie, snapping a picture with my camera-the
bastard!  He waved at us, then disappeared into a thicket of trees.

   I watched Mrs.  Dee's face contort as she howled, "Ronnie Wilson get
your ass back down here!" But the boy didn't reappear, and she started
frantically looking for her pants, shoving me aside as she stomped out of
the creek.

   But Ronnie finally reappeared, holding Mrs.  Dee's pants up as he walk
out onto the path, "Looking foe these?" he asked.

   "Damnit boy you give me those right now!" Mrs.  Dee swore as she marched
on him snatching them away, "Give me that damn camera."

   But Ronnie shrugged, "What camera?"

   The woman grabbed the boy, trying to pat him down to find it, but Ronnie
gave her a shove and she fall backwards onto the ground.  I decided to make
a run for my skirt, but it wasn't where I had let it fall.

   Ronnie was laughing at the teacher, legs splayed wide at his feet while
she glared up at him.  Ronnie said, "It's up there in the trees.  You can
go look for it if you want."

   Mrs.  Dee scowled deeper, "What do you want?"

   Ronnie looked up at me and his face reddened, "First your little
brother, now I find out you're a lesbo too." I scowled at him, and he said,
"Take off the jacket, Ariel."

   "Fuck you, Ronnie."

   "I already did, now do it."

   "Where's my skirt, Ronnie?" I demanded to know.  I wasn't alone this
time but he was.

   But Mrs.  Dee surprised me, "Just do it, Ariel."

   "What?"

   But I only had to look at my teacher to see that her resolve had
crumbled.  She'd been caught half naked with a student on film.  Not only a
career threatening act, but one that could land her in jail.  Looking past
the thicket I realized that we could look all day and never find where the
camera was hidden, if it was hidden at all.  Even then, taking it from
Ronnie then would not be easy, even for Mrs.  Dee.

   Whatever happened to me seemed to fade into inconsequentiality compared
to what Ronnie could do to my teacher and erstwhile lover of a sort.

   I submitted to Ronnie's demand, and soon found myself naked, once again.
Mrs.  Dee didn't have to be asked, and was pulling off her shirt as I came
alongside her.

   "No reason to hurry, bitch." Ronnie snarled at her as he took me by the
arm and shoved me face down so I was bent over a grassy embankment, "I'll
get you soon enough."

   I heard him fumbling with his pants, then grabbing my backside he pulled
me back so I was up on my knees.  I prepared myself to get fucked.

   "Hey, Mrs.  Dee looks like she want some too, Ariel."

   I glanced around and saw Mrs.  Dee watching me piteously as she sat
there, rather pitiful herself, half covering her nudity with her arms and
bent legs.

   "Why don't you get up here and give Ariel something to lay on." Ronnie
ordered Mrs.  Dee.

   Mrs.  Dee swallowed hard and stood up, brushing dirt off her beautiful
backside.  I had to mark then how incredible her breasts were.  Milky
white, like her pubic region, full, but soft, unlike the rest of her body,
sagging ever so slightly down her chest, but all the more beautiful for the
imperfection enhanced her perfect body.

   I had to cringe as I watched Ronnie too take note of this.  He took Mrs.
Dee in his arms and kissed her roughly, his gross, pudgy body standing out
in contrast to her lithe, perfect frame.  He grabbed her boobs, then pawed
at her crotch while she stood there, trying not to grimace.

   "What's your first name, Mrs.  Dee?"

   "Alana." She replied weakly.

   "Well, Alana," Ronnie said as Mrs.  Dee arched up, rising to her toes as
Ronnie doubtlessly tried to stick his fingers inside her, "I'd do you
first, but I got a score to settle with this skanky bitch."

   I had to crow, "What's the matter, Ronnie, can't get it up for a real
woman?"

   Ronnie forgot all about our teacher and shoved me hard, back down then
hoisted my ass up into the air and though I glanced back pleadingly at Mrs.
Dee, the woman did nothing while Ronnie entered me, hard, pain lancing
through me as only dribbling cum and residual arousal lubricated his
entrance.  I cried out as he slammed into me from behind, his nails digging
into my hips, my fists balling up bunches of grass as I strained to
accommodate him.

   Ronnie was just as rough and brutal as he'd been taunting and
tantalizing on Friday night.  Maybe if I'd been in the state I was in at
the dance I might have been less aware of his brutality, but right then all
I could feel was the violent pounding behind me, and all I could do was
grunt and take it.

   In spite of having had me that morning, though, the boy started to cum
almost immediately, and I found myself pinned as the boy shuddered against
my ass.

   "That was it?" I taunted.

   Ronnie shoved the back of my head and I ate grass, "Shut up, slut! 
Who's the fag now!?"

   But I was gratified to watch him stumble backwards; tripping on the
shorts he had down around his ankles.

   I caught myself laughing, and forced myself to stop for the pleading
look in Mrs.  Dee's eyes, then was forced to watch as she stooped down to
help Ronnie to his feet.  The woman, it seemed, was totally cowed.

   Ronnie hadn't missed my laugh.  He hiked up his shorts, shoving Mrs. 
Dee away from him and dug a hand into his pocket.

   My stomach virtually dropped as I saw him produce a cel phone, and Mrs.
Dee gasped, "No!" but we both fell silent when Ronnie tossed it to me.

   "Dial pound thirty."

   "Who?" I asked meekly, but knowing the answer.

   "Tell Jerry you're ready for him."

   "Fuck that!" I exclaimed dropping the phone.

   "Ronnie." Mrs.  Dee was pleading, "Please, I'll do whatever you want-"

   "Yeah you will, bitch." He interrupted her, "Including making this cunt
call up the guys."

   Mrs.  Dee was making a pathetic display of trying to seduce Ronnie,
"Wouldn't you rather have us to yourself?"

   I watched as Ronnie enjoyed running his hands over Mrs.  Dee's bare
body, letting her fondle and stroke him.  Then he pushed her away, "Yeah,
but first this bitch is getting some payback." He said walking up to me.

   "Definitely a fag."

   "Definitely."

   The three of us whirled around to see Jerry and Bill, plus three more
guys, the other three from the dance.

   "Oh my god." Mrs.  Dee said in a low voice.

   I had to nod.  It had finally come about.  The dreaded moment, and here
I was naked and ready with nowhere to run.

   Ronnie started arguing, insisting that he wasn't gay, but Mrs.  Dee more
than anything had them completely distracted.

   "Jerry, I ain't...  It was the bitch, she set it up."

   But Jerry jest brushed past his friend and walked up to Mrs.  Dee, "So
what are you doing here?"

   Clearly he was a little put out to find not only a teacher here, but
that she was so goddamn beautiful once she got her clothes off.

   Mrs.  Dee held her head up high.  "Ronnie is blackmailing me and Ariel."

   Jerry grinned, glancing at his friends but not really taking his eyes
off of Mrs.  Dee's incredible musculature.  "Seems to be a lot of that
going on." And he reached out and grabbed Mrs.  Dee's breasts, groping and
squeezing, hauling her close and slamming a hand on her ass as he ground
her close.  "Think you can take me teach?"

   Mrs.  Dee seemed resigned, her will to fight gone, and she nodded
silently.

   The boys seemed to ignore me entirely as they gathered around where
Jerry laid Mrs.  Dee down and ordered her to unsheath him.

   I found myself stumbling into the circle of boys as they closed around
the pair, as engrossed as they to see Mrs.  Dee gasp at the sight of
Jerry's mammoth.  "No." She whimpered, "I can't...  Not this.  It's too
big."

   The boys started laughing and I could scarcely believe that I'd taken
that monster in my mouth, much less my sex, but I completely forgot myself,
naked outdoors in a circle of boys as Mrs.  Dee allowed Jerry to guide the
member to her lips where she had so much trouble enveloping it that she had
to arch her head back and use both hands to try and force it into her
mouth.

   She was so pathetic, I thought.  At least I could blow the guy, but she
was whimpering at the sight of it.

   Hell, I was actually jealous.  Here I was ready for the worst and she
was making us both seem pathetic, this bitch queen of the school staff,
whimpering under Jerry's cock like that.  I half wanted to knock the bitch
aside to show her how it was done.

   But Jerry had anticipated me, and he shoved Mrs.  Dee onto her back,
pulling her legs apart while she whimpered, "No, please." Mrs.  Dee looked
up at me and cried, "Ariel, please."

   Jerry slid her down to where he was kneeling and said, "She's already
had me, Mrs.  Dee." The woman gasped as Jerry lined his cock up with her
sex, "Shit." He said, "She's totally fuckin wet."

   The surrounding boys voiced their surprise, but were mostly engrossed
with the prospect of seeing their teacher get impaled on Jerry's rod, as
was I.  The head of it seemed larger than the entire pocket of her little
shaven pussy, but it gave way as Jerry slowly drove the head in, almost as
big as my fist as it split her lips apart and the woman screamed.  But
instead of fighting, Mrs.  Dee held her legs up high and pleaded, "Slow."

   Jerry's face was knotted up with the effort of piercing our tight-assed
teacher, but inch by inch he sunk it in until the head vanished and Mrs. 
Dee let out a mighty howl, gasping and moaning, stretching her legs out
wide.  I couldn't believe the sight of that leviathan sticking out of Mrs.
Dee, but I also couldn't believe it when I saw her hips starting to curl
up, bucking back with Jerry's micro thrusts.  She was obviously in a lot of
pain, but just as obvious was how much she seemed to like it, and I found
myself doubly envious for the way she was able to, reluctantly, accommodate
him, whereas our last time together had left us both in agony.

   I didn't know the name of the boy who grabbed me then, but clearly Jerry
and Bill's friends hadn't come here to watch, and I was led back to the
little grassy perch Ronnie had fucked me on and laid on my back.  He didn't
waste much time beyond unbuckling his pants, and I, like Mrs.  Dee, simply
held my legs apart as he approached, letting him take me without any
preamble whatsoever.

   But he wasn't as rough as Ronnie had been, and though I was sore, he was
kind of small, and very smooth about the way he took me.  I felt his lips
on mine and though Mrs.  Dee's cries filled the area, I was able to drift
away in this guy's arms, allowing myself to pretend that this was a kind of
mutual thing, were two lovers were away on a tryst.  I was too
uncomfortable down below to have any illusions about actually getting off,
but as the little fantasy played itself out I felt the heat rising in my
loins, and my nipples reacted to his kisses.  A genuine moan of pleasure
rose out of me as he started driving me fast and hard, pushing toward the
orgasm I knew was coming.  I held on tight and gasped as he let go inside
of me, wondering how many boys it had been so far today, Ronnie, Rusty, the
Janitor; and that didn't count the guys who'd had me but hadn't come, Kent,
Bill, and of course, Eric.

   I sat up as he climbed off of me, losing interest as quickly as he'd
gained it.  I could see Mrs.  Dee curling up on the ground, Jerry kicking
up dirt and quite angry, Bill and another guy taunting Ronnie to do Mrs. 
Dee next if he wasn't a fag, but Ronnie was actually fighting them against
going next, saying he'd just done me.  No one believed him.

   In spite of Ronnie's predicament I couldn't take comfort in it.  The
next jock I didn't know threw his shirt down on the ground next to me, "A
deal's a deal." He was looking me over with a careful gaze, "You ain't so
bad." And then he shrugged his shoulders, "You game?"

   He was actually asking my permission?  We were abruptly distracted by
Mrs.  Dee who was being laid on the grass next to me by the third jock
whose name I didn't know.

   Bill was behind him, "Ain't you gonna let Jerry finish?"

   The third jock grinned as he spread Mrs.  Dee out.  Her sex was gaping
wide, her body flush.  She was gasping, but showed no signs of resisting
her rapists.  The guy with her pulled his rigid cock from his sweatpants,
which fell to his knees, "If the man can't get it up, he can't get it up."

   To my chagrin (another emotion that surprised me) the guy who was about
to take me was looking longingly at Mrs.  Dee.  Far from the raging bitch
we all knew and loathed, the teacher had become the idol of submissive
obsequiousness.

   "Hey." I said kicking my reluctant boy-toy, "We gonna go or what?" My
legs were spread wide and leaking his biddy's jizz.

   He grinned at me.  "Fuck yeah."

   I shared a long look with Mrs.  Dee as the two boys pummeled us side by
side, and they too, it seemed, shared a communication with nods and
colloquialisms as if congratulating each other on their work.  I found
myself rather sedate under the second guy, who wasn't particularly
attentive to me, but worked his dick pretty well and seemed to really enjoy
grabbing my tits.  Mrs.  Dee was less content to wrap her legs around her
lover and just take it, and tried to pull the boy tighter to her.  He
wasn't bad looking, but perhaps while the idea of plunging his dick in and
out of his hot-as-shit teacher's cunt wasn't an issue, the thought of
kissing her seemed to disconcert him.

   As if in challenge I grabbed my boy and tugged him down to me, planting
my lips on his and dragging my fingernails across his hard ass, lifting my
legs high and gasping as he plumbed deep inside me, rocking in rhythm with
the boy.

   I might have cum right then if he hadn't beat me to it, seizing up as he
prepared to shoot his load, but Bill was on him,

   "Shit, pull out man!  I don't want your sloppy seconds."

   As if I didn't already have four men's sperm swimming around inside me,
nevertheless, the guy pulled out and trying to avoid spraying me wound up
covering Mrs.  Dee and her lover with his spunk which shot out in thick,
ropey globs.

   Amidst much laughing and joking Mrs.  Dee's engagement was broken off as
the guy positively leapt off her, swearing and throwing several hard
punches at his buddy who he'd been congratulating only moments before.

   But it was all in good humor, and it was only the way I'd been cut off
that kept me from actually sharing in the joke as the cum-shot boy wiped
the spunk off his back and smeared it on Mrs.  Dee who, legs still spread
wide open, was just laying there letting him.

   Bill was still talking to the guy who had just fucked me though, "Dude,
get the freak out of here."

   The two guys who had been fucking us looked over to see Ronnie lingering
a few yards away.  In the opposite direction Jerry glared at me with an
evil look.

   Bill didn't notice Jerry and goaded the guys on, "I don't want him
fucking watching, okay." He spun to face Ronnie, "I told you to fucking
split!"

   Ronnie called back angrily, "I ain't a fag!" but he made no move to
return to my gangbang, for which I was grateful, and instead turned around
and walked a little further on.

   Bill looked at the guy who had been fucking Mrs.  Dee, "You gonna finish
her?"

   "Dude." The guy exclaimed, "She's got Jason's shit all over her."

   The thought that Mrs.  Dee was being rejected like that as if a woman
with such an incredible body were something a man could easily toss aside
made me mad, but Bill only said, "Well, come on man, you're next."

   He was pointing to me, and the guy nodded, "Yeah, Okay."

   Bill was dragging Mrs.  Dee to her feet, "Come on."

   Always the nice jock, I thought as the third strange jock climbed on top
of me, "Hey Ariel."

   "Hey." I said wrapping my legs around him.

   He pushed his thing in me, and I had to gasp.  I had forgotten how
turned on I'd been by the last boy.

   "You know," He was saying, "You're pretty good looking when you get all
that punk shit off."

   "Cool." I grunted, trying to enjoy his cock, but in spite of the heat
and pleasure (I couldn't understand why I wasn't writhing in pain by now)
he wasn't giving me much to work with.  I grabbed my tits and started
stroking them, hoping to bring myself up that extra inch.

   "You like fucking, don't you?"

   I nodded, trying to force myself to ignore the boy fucking me and
concentrate on the pleasure inside me.

   "Man, you're a tight little bitch.  I can't believe you did Jerry."

   But he was starting to gasp with the pleasure.

   "You like fucking me?" I moaned at him, pulling my legs up so his modest
member could go deeper inside me.

   "Uh-huh." He grunted as his pounding got harder and harder.

   "Then shut up and fuck me." I groaned back at him and started rocking my
hips as I grabbed my knees.

   "Yeah, you like it don't you." He was panting hard now, "Just a little
slut-bitch cheerleader dressed up like." He started to shudder.  "Like a
cheerleader." He slammed his dick hard in me, "Ain't ya?"

   "Uh-huh." I groaned pulling my legs up high, trying to move his pulsing
cock around inside me.

   He started thrusting again, "You act all fucking prude and shit, but you
just want a fucking cock."

   "Just do it!" I cried, "Fucking do it!"

   But the words were wasted, he was already cumming, driving his shaft
hard inside me and grunting and groaning as he glared at me with his
misogynistic hatred of womankind, then abruptly pulling out and stumbling
away, "Bill, she's fucking yours."

   Letting out a groan of angst and frustration with the idiocy of boys I
sat up.

   Bill was a few yards away, kneeling behind Mrs.  Dee who was servicing
one of the other boys with her mouth while Bill pounded her from behind. 
"Fuck that whore." He said about me while enthusiastically pounding Mrs. 
Dee's incredible ass, "I got a better one."

   The poor woman was being thrown back and forth by repeated thrusts from
both directions.  It pained me to see the woman who I regarded as a pillar
of strength and indomitable fortitude reduced to slavering after these boys
because of a stupid photograph, but not as much as Bill's rejection.  He'd
been the one who'd been after me from the start.  Always sticking up for
me. But now he was totally disinterested.

   "Come on, Bill, you gotta go, it's the deal."

   Bill stopped his pummeling of Mrs.  Dee to shout at his friend, "She's
got, like, two loads in her.  That's fucking sick."

   "So fuck her in the ass, you did Carla at Ricoh's party didn't ya?"

   "Shit." Bill declared, then stood up, his rigid member flopping around
as he paced over to me, my now ex-lover scampering past him to have a shot
at Mrs.  Dee's vacant slit.

   "Get on your knees." Bill ordered me.

   "Please, Bill, not in the ass." I'd had Carl for a few moments on
Saturday and that was an ordeal, though I had had an incredible orgasm.  I
didn't know how I'd deal with a whole dick plunging in and out of me.

   "Come on, let's just do this." And Bill, the one who'd always acted like
he was looking out for me reached down and flipped me over, hauling my ass
up in the air and knelt down behind me.

   "It's okay." He said, "I got the teachers juice all over me, just
relax."

   I tried really hard to relax, and was encouraged to discover that having
Bill press his thing against my asshole was actually quite erotic, and I
remembered the colonic orgasm I'd had with Carl, the way it had ridden over
me as if consuming me.  Bill pushed harder and I cried out in pain as the
flesh seared from being tugged on.

   "Shit." Bill said, "Here." He grabbed my arm and turned me around, "Spit
on it."

   The boy made me kneel down in front of him.  I could smell the strange
scent of Mrs.  Dee wafting off his cock, an odd, musky odor that was
slightly sour but not exactly unpleasant either.  I opened my mouth and
stooped lower, but Bill stopped me,

   "Just spit."

   Obeying I let a glob of spit fall off my lips and descended to smear it
on his member, and he pulled me up, "That's enough."

   Nodding I resumed my kneeling position.

   This time it didn't hurt so much and Bill pushed past my hole with
little more than a shove, but that was when I started to lose it.

   Pain and pleasure lanced over me like a whirlwind of fire and ice.  The
boy started pumping and the deep, filling, stuffing sensation knocked the
wind out of me and I thought I was shitting and cumming.  Abstractly I
understood why the morning crap feels so good, but I was crying out,
squeaking actually, lost in the sheer abandon of the moment.  I knew I must
be making a spectacle of myself, but the reward of the orgasm erupting all
over me was too much to reject for all the humiliations I'd suffered that
day.  I lost all control, and I knew Bill hadn't lasted a minute inside me,
collapsing on me in a panting, moaning heap, we shuddered together, crying,
squeaking, and groaning, a huddled heap of flesh and muscle, cock and
snatch, tit and fist as the pleasure pounded us both into the dirt till we
lay there gasping together.

   I felt a little whimper escape me as Bill rolled off of me, pulling his
member out of my ass, thankfully, as it had come to feel like a great, pork
sausage after the pleasure had passed.  I was sure I'd be hobbling around
for a week.

   I looked over at Bill, flat on his back like I was, panting and moaning.
"Satisfied?" I asked weakly.

   He grinned madly up at the trees overhead, "That was fucking great."

   I had a strange premonition that Bill and I would be trying this again
some day.

   I heard footsteps on the ground next to me and looked up to see Jerry
towering over me, "We're not finished here."

   I managed to hike my exhausted body up to the elbows where I saw poor
Mrs.  Dee trying to service the three other jocks all at once.  I
remembered how shocked I was to see her strip off her shirt, but now
watching her try to suck two dicks at once as a third pounded her from
behind I could only say, "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

   Bill said, "Come on man, you already had her."

   "Stay out of this." Jerry ordered his friend, staring at me the whole
time, "This is about me and her."

   My eyes fell to Jerry's member, sheathed in his pants again, but rigid,
swollen.  Bursting the seams around it.

   "What's the matter?" Jerry taunted me, "You don't think you can take
it?"

   I glowered up at the boy, too weak to even sit up, but my adrenaline
rising, "I don't know, Jerry.  You think you can take me?"

   Jerry laid a hand across his bulge, "You want this?"

   I gave him a sardonic grin I didn't feel, "You think you can use that
thing?"

   But he was unzipping his pants, and pulling the shaft out, "You been
waiting for this haven't you?  Admit it."

   I felt myself at a loss for words as the giant member slid out of his
pants, too heavy to stick up like his friends' cocks did.  I couldn't tear
my eyes away from it, the beast that had been haunting me for days.

   "Why don't you come on over and take it."

   The pain of his penetration on Friday was a vague haze in my mind.  More
fresh was the memory of trying to engulf it with my mouth.  Images of my
sex stretched around it taunted me and I wondered if I could endure a
second round.  In fact I was obsessed with that question.

   I found I had pulled myself up, and was leaning forward into a crawl,
advancing on the terrible monster that had tormented my dreams and
fantasies for the past three days.

   "Admit it." Jerry said, "You've been dying for another go at this cock."

   As if from miles away I could hear Mrs.  Dee moaning and groaning, but
the gurgle of the creek seemed very loud, and Jerry's voice like ice
splintering in my head.  Jerry's cock got closer and closer, but he wasn't
moving.

   I saw my hands reaching for it, but taunting me, Jerry pulled it away.

   "You have to say please."

   I looked up at the smirking boy even as visions of letting the monster
fill up my mouth, its seed flooding into me and running over my breasts,
but I wasn't going to be toyed with.  "Forget it." And I dropped my hands.

   His grin slid into a frown, and I saw his eyes bead up, but he forced a
neutral expression on his face, started to turn away and said, "Fine."

   "Wait!" I heard myself cry, and Jerry's face lit up with malicious
delight.  I lunged out and grabbed his dick, shuffling my knees across the
rough dirt of the path.

   "Don't think you can get away from me that easily." I said, trying to
sound cocky, but I knew I wasn't the one in control here.

   But he put a hand over the head of his dick as I started stroking it,
"You want it?" He asked again.

   I swallowed my pride and it landed in a hard lump in my throat, "Yeah."
I whispered as I tried to push his hand out of the way of his great,
swollen head which also smelled faintly, like Bill's, of Mrs.  Dee's
juices.

   "Well," Jerry said, "You gotta ask nice."

   It had become a contest between Jerry and me, all thoughts of Ronnie's
stupid bet long since lost, whether I could take him, as a sexual animal,
the man who had tormented me so badly before.  Bill muttered something,
encouraging me to stop, but he had rolled over like Mrs.  Dee was doing
when the time had come to prove himself, and I had owned him as much as
he'd had me.

   But the thought of letting go this cock that had been driving my
thoughts for days filled me with emptiness, and as stiff and achy as my sex
was from the day's abuse, as much as I felt like I had stuffed a water
balloon in my ass where Bill had left his seed, I couldn't bear the thought
of dragging this on one day longer, leaving Jerry intact-the final showdown
between star-crossed lovers aching to do the other in.

   Finally Jerry let me pry his hand away, as if he himself couldn't bear
to deny me any longer as I clutched his massive member with my tiny hands.
I let his cock slide across my lips and gave the swollen, purple head a
little lick right over the hole, the taste and smell of his cock blasting
away any scent reminiscent of the passive woman on her back a few yards
away, like licking raw meat, but hot, pulsing flesh.

   "What do you say, Jerry." I said though I was quaking inside, "You up to
another try?" But I hadn't even looked up, obsessed with the organ in my
face.  I slid my lips around the head, again craning my jaw wide to let him
in, but he pulled away again.

   "You forgot the magic word, Ariel." He was taunting me, but I could see
how flush he was with arousal, his breathing shallow, his face pink, his
eyes unwavering from my swaying form as I tried to get his cock back.

   But I caught myself.  What had I been thinking?  Why was I chasing this
monster?  What possible distortion of pride could be compelling me to long
for contact with this dick like slow drivers past an auto accident?

   "Come on, Jerry." I said in spite of myself, determined to win at his
game, "You've been waiting for this chance since I wasted you on Friday."

   "Don't act so smug, Ariel." The boy grinned at me, waving his dick past
my face, "I already know you're a whore, I got nothing left to prove."

   "But you couldn't get it up for teacher, eh?  Why was that, I wonder?" I
taunted him, and was exhilarated to see Jerry blush.  "I spoil you for the
other girls, Jerry?"

   The boy lashed out at me, "You ain't nothin but a skinny little nerd
bitch, Ariel.  I was fucking hotter chicks than you in junior high!"

   All of a sudden it had stopped being fun, and Jerry had stopped playing
the game, but his dick was still rigid, and flailing about as he raged at
me.

   "Only reason I'd even consider fucking you," Jerry said grabbing my chin
and forcing me to look up at him, his cock jabbing me in the shoulder,
"...is to put you in your fucking place so you'll admit what a fucking slut
you are." Then he turned around, "I ain't got time for this shit."

   But I had a hold of him, and reaching around a grabbed his manhood
forcing him to turn around, "Wait, Jerry." I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean it." I couldn't let him walk away like that.  Not with nothing
resolved.  Not with his pendulous penis hanging over me morning and night.
"Please, Jerry, let's just try it.  I'll shut up."

   Jerry was still pretty pissed, but he submitted to my soothing.  Maybe
even a little too quickly, and I wondered if he had been bluffing, and I'd
fallen for it.

   I didn't care, and I stretched my mouth over the member, forcing the
gigantic glans into my mouth, stroking the girth the way Wade had shown me,
anything to get me alone with this incomprehensibly vast cock which
continued to consume me in greater waves the further I stretched my mouth
over his head, lapping up what was undoubtedly cum dribbling off the tip. I
ignored the drool that was running down my face, falling in great slurpy
drops every time I pulled off for another stab, determined to take him
further each time I slid Jerry past my lips.

   The boy was groaning, moaning, and his hands were on my head, clearly
the servant now as I serviced his manhood, taking him as high as I could
before I felt myself being reluctantly pushed away.

   As if bursting a bubble I saw faces all around me, and thought this must
have been like what Mrs.  Dee had felt when Jerry took her the first time.
Indeed, there she was, being reluctantly held to watch by two of our mutual
lovers.  Her perfect body was soiled with sweat, dirt, splashes of mud, and
running down her chin, on her tits, belly and thighs, were copious amounts
of sperm.  I had to wonder about the quantity as they'd already deposited
numerous loads in me, but there was no way to doubt that this lithe,
athletic, perfectly defined woman had been roundly fucked from six sides
and over again.

   Certainly, so had I, but somehow Mrs.  Dee's perfect body made the image
all the more pitiful, and yet, I had to admit, all the more erotic to look
at: A used up sexual toy, a spent whore.
I had to wonder what I looked to the gathering company as Jerry stepped
up to me, nudging my knees apart.  "I didn't come here for fucking
foreplay. You want this?" He said, clutching his dick, which was pulsing
with giant purple veins running down the sides, his head glistening with

shiny cum dribbling out the tip and my own saliva.

   I knew in my deepest heart I did want it.  I wanted desperately to take
that thing inside me, but on an even more fundamental I was terrified. 
Terrified of the memory of the pain at the dance, which flashed through my
mind.  Terrified of willingly, for the second time, spreading my legs and
inviting Jerry's mass inside me.  Again, in front of an audience.  Again,
in front of leering eyes, but this time in the cool light of day, where my
humiliation was an open page, every detail under the scrutiny of an
audience...

   "Yeah." I murmured.

   "Yeah, what?" Jerry demanded.

   I tried not to look at the assembly surrounding us, but found my eyes
darting from Mrs.  Dee's to Bill's, to the other boys.  Not too far off I
spied Ronnie hiding behind a tree.  "Let's just do this." I said, pulling
my legs out from under me.

   "Do what?"

   I glared at jerry, "Fuck." I said, though my voice was trembling as much
as Jerry's hands were shaking.

   "What about it."

   I reached for him, but he stepped away, "What?" I said, "Don't you want
it?"

   He jerked his head up, "What do you want?" But he knew what I wanted,
and he held it aloft for me to ponder.

   "I want your dick, Jerry."

   He was grinning, but he stepped back up to me, and I laid back down onto
my elbows, "What for, Ariel." He dragged out my name, taunting me further.

   "I want you to fuck me, Jerry." God I meant it.  I was terrified of his
dick, but if all the fucking I had ever done hadn't been enough, this
certainly would be, but I just couldn't deny that I was aching to get him
inside me, to tear me in two if need be, "I want you to put that dick
inside me."

   Jerry pulled off his shirt, revealing row after row of sharp, cut muscle
descending under his lean, rigid pecs, "You gonna ask nicely this time?" He
said, but he was kneeling down already.

   "Please." I said, indulging him.

   "You mean that?" He asked peering at me.

   It was a weird moment.  The look in his eyes told me, just for a flash
of a second, that he really wanted to know.  That he needed to know the
truth, though I couldn't fathom another reason why a girl might stretch her
legs open under these conditions if she could just walk away.

   "No, Jerry.  I just wanna do this."

   I saw the boy scowl again.  I was afraid he was going to try backing out
again.

   "Look, Jerry, this is what you want, this is what you get.  If you're
man enough to put that thing inside me when I'm drunk and bleeding in a
public place you should be man enough to try it when I'm sober, willing,
and game to try it."

   "I ain't afraid of you." He muttered sharply, but it looked insincere. I
thought about all the guys around us and how humiliating it must have been
for him to be dragged off to the hospital after taking my virginity.

   I sat up and grabbed his arm, "Look, Jerry.  I haven't been able to stop
thinking about that cock since you took my cherry on Friday, and if you
don't do this now, I'm going to get you someday, understand?"

   He gave a wry grin, one that looked pretty sincere.  "You want it that
bad, eh?"

   I fixed him with a grim look, "Yeah." I heard myself whisper for the
third time since he'd come up to me, and with all the honestly in my heart
I said, "I want it real bad."

   What exactly "it" was beyond the physical manifestation of Jerry's cock
I wasn't sure, but I knew it involved...

   I was gasping even as he pushed against my sex.  I saw Mrs.  Dee in my
mind's eye, her own organs stretching wide apart and felt my legs pulled
wider and wider apart.  I wondered if Jerry minded all the cum, but I also
knew that like the blood on Friday night, he needed it to get inside me.  A
real howl, not a squeak, burst from my lips as he split me open, his
gigantic head pushing its way inside me and I bucked up underneath, trying
to give him the straightest path as my loins lit up with a frenzy of
electric pain.  But like arcs of lightning, my body was fused with an
intense, grounding passion barely contained by the agony of the man pushing
his way inside me.

   Through tear-stained, blurring eyes I saw Jerry's beat red face,
straining to pierce my threshold, groaning with the effort, gasping with
his own struggles as his cock slid into my sex, barely far enough to cover
the head, but like the bottom of a whirlpool he got past and there was a
strange calm in the moment before he thrust himself deep inside me, like a
foot driving through my gut, I felt as if I were being distended, stretched
out over a long shaft, like a telephone pole.  My screams must have been
incredible, but they were nothing to Jerry's when he started thrusting,
grinding what was left of me into the dust underneath.

   It was all I could do to take it, much less respond to do more than hang
onto the man's shoulders and hold my legs over his hips as he frantically
pumped, crying out with each thrust, our voices colliding as the air was
driven from my lungs and my sex clamped down like the fist of Hercules on
his cock.

   Suddenly he withdrew, and the act reminded me nothing so much as when
Bill slid his dick out of my ass, an audible slurp, loud and deep resonated
between us,

   "I gotta stop for a sec." Jerry was gasping, "Oh fucking gross." The boy
moaned as clutching his cock he came away with his fingers glistening with
his friend's sperm.

   It was a horrible experience for me, to be abandoned so abruptly, my sex
slamming closed painfully with nothing left but the searing ache in the
wake of his dick.  I wouldn't let him go, "Come on, Jerry."

   But he was panting and pushed me back.  "I need a sec, okay?" he said
sharply.

   "Shit, I can see right up inside it." I heard one of Jerry's friends
say, the one Bill had made pull out of me.  I could barely keep myself from
sitting up and looking, bringing a tentative hand to rub my swollen, sore
sex.

   The first thing I felt was the viscous fluid covering every inch of my
groin, semen smeared and splattered everywhere, a christening of cum into
the world of whoredom, but thoughts like that were soon wiped away when I
felt my sex, wide and open, my two fingers settling easily inside, barely
touching the inner walls.  I saw Mrs.  Dee and the other guys' eyes wide,
but the guys were grinning while Mrs.  Dee made a tentative gesture of
touching herself, wondering if she too were horribly distended.

   "Someone give me something to wipe this shit up." Jerry was saying, and
one of the guys tossed him a handkerchief, which he used to wipe off his
cum-sodden cock, but he was gasping, as sensitive as I felt as I tenderly
examined my violated organs.

   I felt my stomach cramping up, and I knew I'd start screaming if I
didn't that man back inside me, as apprehensive as I was at the thought of
letting him destroy my sex that way.

   I just needed that something to take me away from all of this.  And
damnit, I needed it to be Jerry or I'd never be over him.

   "Jerry, let's finish this." I tried to order him, but my whimpering,
simpering voice felt like I was begging him.

   Jerry threw the soiled hanky at my crotch, "Wipe that shit up."

   I bit back a response, trying to ignore the boy's around me watching me
sop up their sperm.  There was so much that the rag could only wipe up the
bulk, and I was still shiny and wet when I dropped the rag, useless, filled
to capacity on the ground, but I was relieved to feel that my sex had
closed itself.

   I contemplated Jerry, stroking his massive cock tenderly, and wondered
if I should go on, the huge organ as hard as ever, the head seemed to pound
into my mind, pointing at me, throbbing.

   "Come on, Jerry, don't stop now." I said.

   "Yeah, come on, Jerr." One of the boys said.

   Jerry was watching me apprehensively, I wondered if he was as nervous
about going on as I was, but I knew for sure that he wasn't feeling the
crushing weight of the moments bearing down on him: The overwhelming shame
and humiliation of being spread open like this, having been had by so many
men together, the pain, the ache of so many penises ramming in and out of
me, and the only solution seemed to be to be to take the biggest cock of
all and cram it up inside me so far that nothing mattered any more.

   "Please, Jerry." I begged him, "I can't hold out much longer."

   "You want this?" Jerry asked clutching his cock, wincing slightly.

   "I want it, Jerry."

   "You ready for this?"

   Jerry." I pleaded, "I'm begging you, just do it."

   "Do what?" He hammered me, again insisting that I admit my cravings but
I was too far gone to care, oblivious to anything but the void inside me
that was being flooded with leering, snickering faces, Mrs.  Dee's
pathetic, piteous eyes.

   "Fuck me, Jerry.  Just fuck me.  I'll do anything you want.  Just don't
stop, please.  Not now."

   "Turn around." He ordered me.

   And round two began.

   If I had been worried about being too dry after mopping up the cum, I
had been overly cautious.  Like a broken dam, I was flooding myself and
lubricating the way for Jerry to split me wide open again.

   On my hands and knees I gave the man straight access all the way up
inside me, Swollen and ready as I was, Jerry had less trouble entering me,
and I felt no lack for the interruption as lances of sheer ecstasy flooded
over the balls of fire exploding inside me driving tears from my eyes and
cries of pain from my lips, even as I gasped and groaned for him to push
harder.

   His shaft plunged deeper, though I doubted it was halfway in, and I felt
his hands on my hips as he drove harder and harder, determined to make me
take him, but my body only had so much space inside it.

   I'd never heard of an orgasm of pain before, but that's certainly what
was happening to me as flailing tentacles of pleasure knotted with bolts of
white hot lightening, and I jerked upright and pushed back on the man,
thumping my cervix against his head, astonished to feel his hips on my ass
as he thrust frantically, exploding inside me as I practically tore my tits
off trying to spark some pleasure out of them as I lost myself in my
frantic orgasm, burying the man in my body, engulfing him completely as I
was overtaken, nothing left of me but the penis pulsing inside me, flooding
its seed straight into my deepest channels.

   My head light, my body fluttering on oblivion I let my head roll down
and saw myself up on my knees, grinding back.  I risked a glance behind me
but saw nothing but Jerry's steely body, his shaft hidden inside me,
consumed.  The man was gritting his teeth hard, his lip slick and I thought
it odd that I had never kissed the man who I'd done three times now.

   He seemed to hold me there for a long time.  Then we heard the bell
ringing and the boys had classes to get to.  Mrs.  Dee started panicking
and ran up into the thicket, ignoring her discarded pants, but looking for
my camera, I presumed.

   Jerry slid tenderly out of my sex and again, I was left with a hollow
emptiness, but not without a sense of accomplishment.

   I was in more pain that I could ever relate, but there was a euphoria to
it that elevated me.  I stumbled forward on my hands and knees content that
I had done something so incredible, that the rewards had been so vast and
infinite.  I wondered how I'd ever be able to live without that cock
pounding me relentlessly.

   Succumbing to my weakness I laid out on the dirt path, ignoring the
harsh trail and the fluids that seemed to vent from every orifice of my
body.

   I looked up at Jerry, his manhood sheathed, his entire countenance the
same as always.  I wondered what the look on his face meant.  It wasn't
anger or contempt...

   "You lost." He said.

   "Lucky me." I gurgled at him.

   I frowned at my lascivious grin, "I own you bitch."

   I felt a cold chill creep across my body.  I suppose, technically, I had
begged for more.  There was no argument I could make any more should any of
the jocks try to take me again.  Not that I thought they'd be taking me up
too often, I was still the school geek, and now here I was the school slut
to boot.  I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just nodded at jerry.

   "Fuck yeah." One of the boys said, sending shivers through me as I found
myself curling up into a ball.  I saw Bill glaring at me, his face dark,
deep disappointment and resentment in his eyes.  He turned around and
walked away.

   "So this punk shit ends today." Jerry proclaimed.  "Got it?"

   "Okay." I said weakly.

   "Yeah." The guy who had fucked me so tenderly said, "Take off that
stupid nose ring."

   I obliged him while Jerry said, "And get your fucking hair done like a
normal chick."

   "All right." I said, handing Jerry my nose ring.  He took it, then
fished my labret stud out of his pocket, then hurled them into the creek.

   "Now you're just our bitch, got it?"

   I nodded, "I got it."

   "Hey man, I gotta go." One of my anonymous fuckers said to Jerry.

   "Dude, get Mrs.  Dee's clothes.", said the guy who had stopped fucking
Mrs.  Dee to cum in me.

   "What happened to her?" they wondered, but gathered up her pants, shirt,
and bra and took off, joking about how Mrs.  Dee had suspended them, or
something like that.  I wasn't really listening.  All I could think about
was how I was supposed to give up my identity to be a fuck-toy for these
boys.  There was something wrong, some flaw in the logic, something about
the bet, but my mind wouldn't work.

   I pulled myself to a sitting position, fighting waves of nausea.  I
could feel copious amounts of semen oozing out of my underside, wondering
what it must look like from behind.  I looked up at Jerry, wondering if my
sex was still wide and distended.

   "What?" I asked meekly as he glared down at me.

   "Tell your teacher bitch that she's ours too."

   "I'm sure she knows it."

   I tried sitting up higher, but felt so dizzy that I had to flop back on
my ass.  Jerry watched me.  I saw his gaze wander down to my soaked, soiled
sex.

   "You're fucking disgusting.  Clean your ass up."

   I nodded, not knowing what to do about my state, but Jerry was already
walking away, "I always knew you were a whore." He said his back turned to
me.  "And wear something sexy tomorrow.  None of that punk shit."

   I didn't respond, but heard a cry in the trees.  If jerry heard it he
didn't react, and was quickly gone.  I heard it again: It was Mrs.  Dee. 
She sounded like she was in trouble, and I imagined Ronnie might have
caught her looking for the camera.  I looked off into the woods, wondering
what to do.



   Pushing through the bushes completely naked was not the most comfortable
thing to do, especially when you've got semen dribbling out of your ass and
pussy.

   The sight of Mrs.  Dee spread out on her back between two homeless guys:
older, black, nasty, grizzled looking motherfuckers pounding away at her
pussy and mouth, gave me long pause as I pondered how low the mighty could
fall.

   No doubt already sore and abused from her time with Jerry, her hands and
knees red and sore from her threesome with the boys, she moaned in pain
with every thrust of nasty, wrinkled black cock, gagging on the monster
that probed her throat.  She nevertheless seemed intent on giving her all
to servicing them, jerking off the bearded oaf she sucked on and bucking up
to meet the thrusts of the fat giant that fucked her.

   Her perfect body stood out in remarkable contrast, even more than it had
when she was standing defiled and broken covered with adolescent cum. 
These hideous, filthy brutes had turned Mrs.  Dee into their slave, and it
appeared that she had just allowed it to happen.

   Then I saw it.  The little silver box, sitting at the base of a broken
tree stump.  The little homeless camp was in a cove of trees surrounded by
a clearing that was totally exposed to the street a couple of houses up the
hill behind the field.  The camp was hidden by the trees, but Mrs.  Dee
must have run naked through the opening in hopes of grabbing the camera
only to be caught by these men.  Mrs.  Dee had no chance of getting the
camera unobserved, but the pair were distracted now with her tight ass and
willing mouth.

   The stump was only about ten feet in front of me, but I was afraid to
make a dash for it for fear of being seen.  On hands and knees I crawled
through the tall grass, visible to the road and the houses up above, but
more afraid of grabbing Mrs.  Dee's suitors' attention.  I could feel stuff
oozing from my sex, my ass, running down my thighs.  The image must have
been extraordinary from behind: My skinny ass sticking up, my sex red,
swollen, maybe even distended, glistening with boy junk, declaring to the
universe what a trashy whore I was.

   It was little wonder Mrs.  Dee had been unable to fight them,
cum-splattered and abused as she was.  I saw her, looking at me.  Her eyes
wide as the homeless man stuffing his large cock in her mouth pulled out to
jerk off on her face.  The fat man fucking her plowed deep into her.  She
gasped, her eyes screwed up tight.  She opened her mouth and I was
terrified that she'd say something, but the cock went right back in.  My
pig-fucking teacher silenced by her own whoredom, unable to say no, or to
refuse the call of sex.  Like myself, but more pathetic for how beautiful
and perfect she was.  That athletic body, those toned muscles, that perfect
tan, the teaching degree and rep of queen bitch; All reduced to serving the
pleasures of the filthy, lowest rungs of human society.

   Not that my own, nude, cum-sodden trek across the field was a much
better example of the liberation of womanhood.  I ought to have gone back
for my clothes, but I just had to have the camera.  I ought to have helped
my teacher somehow, but instead I just participated in her degradation by
being voyeur to it.  I imagined how far down I had gone, and realized with
no little amount of self-loathing, that I was relieved to see that someone
was lower than I.

   I grabbed the camera and clicked it on, but the battery light was
flashing.  It was almost dead.  That was when I remembered the lithium
diode battery, and prying a fingernail in, snapped it's little cover off.
The battery went tumbling into the grass, vanishing completely, but that
didn't matter to me.

   The camera was deleted.  Any visual record of my degradation was gone,
and Mrs.  Dee, at least, could rest assured that she only had the word of
me and six jocks to attest to her humiliation.

   Of course, given my own circumstances I was beginning to wonder how many
other incidents like this had occurred to Mrs.  Dee over the years.  I also
felt kind of bad for the way I was feeling.  She had, after all, been
trying to help me.

   Of course, helping me to a gangbang wasn't exactly the kind of help I'd
had in mind, but it was fair to say that she had certainly paid the price
for what I'd had to go through.  I was trying to figure out a way to help
Mrs.  Dee, but I knew only one way, really.  Considering how sore my sex
was, how my ass felt like it had a corncob jammed up inside it, and every
inch of my body felt as if it had been pounded on with large, rubber
mallets, the solution didn't seem ideal.

   Besides, those bums were fucking gross.  I mean, I had thought Jesus was
a pig, but these guys were just nasty.

   No, I thought to myself.  Mrs.  Dee had ignored my warnings, led me down
here, tried to play some game with me in stripping us down, and gotten me
fucked by six boys, not to mention costing me the bet, my identity, my
personal life, and my ass for the rest of the year.  Then there was the
fact that she was the one who had started it all in the first place,
stripping me to my g-string in front of a crowd of boys to teach me a
lesson.

   I was sure she'd understand that I would decline to risk my ass and my
stretched out pussy to help her now.

   As if gleaning my intentions I saw Mrs.  Dee's eyes widen as I slunk
back towards the thicket, crawling backwards on my hands and knees.  The
filthy man pounding her sore and abused sex was pumping frantically, as if
desperately trying to force an orgasm that wouldn't come.  In her typical
slut fashion, Mrs.  Dee bucked up, grinding into the beast of a man, giving
him what he needed to finish, even as his partner grabbed her head and
forced her to better serve the cock impaling her face.

   I wondered how soon it would be before I too wound up spreading my legs
for a loathsome creature for the sake of getting it over with, getting
through it, and moving on to the next, inevitable, unavoidable penis
plunging into my sex.

   I tried not to listen to Mrs.  Dee's orgasm, fake or real I didn't know
or care.  I didn't know if Rusty, or someone else was hiding in the bushes
with a video camera, or manipulating some other scheme to get me to strip
down and put out.  I knew I'd do it, and that seemed to be the only thing I
knew, aside from the fact that I existed right now, solely to serve the
urges of any man who might take a passing interest in fucking me.  My body
and my mind had betrayed me too many times to give me any illusion about
what would happen the next time I caught some man's eye.