If he had a heart attack, it wasn't hr fault, she decided. She almost wished he would have one, the sonofabitch!
She put her clothes on and left the dingy office.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The turning paint in Gloria's life came two weeks later. She was driving home from downtown one day after an afternoon of shopping. She had taken a short-cut through one of the seedier parts of town, when her left back tire went flat.
She sat in the car for a few minutes, hoping that someone would show up to help her. No one did. The street was in a commercial area and was deserted. It was after five o'clocl and the factories and offices had all shut for the day.
She looked around for a public phone, but couldn't find one. She decided to try and change the tire herself, so she opened the trunk and took out the spare tire and jack. She stood there looking at the tire, trying to figure out her next move.
It wasn't long before she had company. Three teenagers sauntered up, snickering and jostling each other. She recognized them as students from the high school, kids who were part of a rough crowd. They weren't the kind of kids she had much to do with, and she shivered as she fumbled with the jack.
"Need help, Teach?" one of them said, his eyes running vulgarly over her body.
Gloria's big tits were half revealed by her low-cut tee-shirt, and she blushed at the unconcealed lust in his eyes.
She told herself later that there was nothing she could have done about what happened. She was on a deserted street and she was totally at their mercy. When she felt her pussy cream at the sight of their bulging crotches, she blushed and turned her attention back to her car.
She felt conflicted. She knew these boys could mean trouble, and at the same time she loved the way they were looking at her. They were well-built, good looking kids, a little older than most of the students at the school.
The three of them were laughing now, snickering over a joke one of them had cracked. They looked her up and down as if she were a slab of meat, and she quivered at the lust in their eyes.
Her pussy gushed cuntjuice, and the crotch of her bikini panties was soon soaked. She became angry at herself. She was nothing but a slut, a bitch in heat who constantly needed a cock in her cunt. It would serve her right if these tough kids raped her.
"You alone, Teach?" the one called Rocky said. His eyes raked over her tits and ass and she nervously wet her lips.
"Yes," she admitted, her gaze traveling down to his crotch. She wondered if he had a big cock. God, she was a slut! She wished if they were going to rape her, they would get it over with. The suspense was driving her crazy.
The one called Butch took the jack from her hand and they started to work on the tire. Her cunt throbbed and creamed as she watched them work. She'd heard talk about these kids in the girls' locker room. They were real studs who could fuck a girl into the ground and stay hard. She shivered at the thought and blushed furiously.
When the tire was changed and the jack back in the car, the boys surrounded her in a circle and leered at her.
"Ya owe us one, Teach!" the one called Nick said insolently.
"I'll pay you whatever you want," she said, opening her purse and taking out some bills.
"We don't want your money," one of them hissed, putting his hand on her ass and rubbing her asscheek through the material of her skirt.
She froze, the money in mid-air. "What do you want?" she said, her voice trembling.
"You know what we want, Teach," Rocky leered. "We want what you've been giving those kids at school, don't we, guys?"
They all three snickered and stamped their feet. She held her breath, her heart pounding. They were going to tape her. There was no doubt about it. She didn't know if she should scream or not. There was no one around to hear her, and they might get real rough if she fought them. Another thing was, she wanted them to fuck her. God help me, she thought. I want them! I want those stiff pricks in my cunt! I want my pussy reamed by these young studs.
She didn't protest when they took her arms and led her away. She felt dazed, and in a few minutes she found herself in a dirty room in the basement of a nearby building. When she saw the dirty mattress on the floor she cringed.
Oh, God, this was too much! This wasn't what she had in mind at all.
She wondered if they brought all their girls here. She wondered if it would be considered rape if she wanted it. And, dear God, she wanted it! Her knees shook and her pussy creamed. Cuntjuice dripped down the insides of her thighs and her nipples tingled with excitement.
They were giggling over something, and she wondered if they could read her mind. Suddenly one of them grabbed her around her waist. His eyes looked cruel now, a look of raw brutality that made her quiver. Almost faint with lust and fear, she pressed against him, pushing her tits against his chest. He snickered when she pressed her belly against his hard crotch.
One of the other boys came up behind her and started squeezing her ass. He squeezed her fleshy asscheeks until she moaned with pleasure. Two other hands were on her tits, pinching and squeezing her puckered nipples.
"Great ass!" one of them hissed. "Big and juicy!"
The third boy stuck his hand between her thighs. "She's hot as a firecracker!" he snickered. "She's creaming her pants like you wouldn't believe!"
They all three snickered. One of them pulled her skirt up, running his hand over her firm belly, and then over her cunt mound to the wet crotch of her panties.
Another one pumped his cock against her ass, dry-humping her through their clothes. Filled with lust, she groaned and squirmed her ass back at his thrusting cock.
The one holding her titiflesh leered into her eyes. "She likes it!" he grunted. "The cunt likes it, don't you, cunt?"
She nodded, her eyes glittering and her heart pounding. "Yes! Yes!" she criedout. "I like it! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me into the ground!"
She didn't care any longer. She was totally turned on. It wasn't rape anymore. She wanted it. And she'd taken that away from the little creeps. She'd taken away the brutality. She had three pair of hands on her body and it felt wonderful!
She only prayed they wouldn't hurt her. She decided she better keep her mouth shut, and not make them angry. They still had the upper hand, even though she wanted their cocks.
One of them put his hands inside her panties and pulled on her hairy wet cuntlips. He pinched and tugged and probed around her cunt-meat. She wailed when his finger touched her cunt. She moaned and fucked back at his hand. Her cunt was on fire and needed stuffing. She wanted a cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth and one in her ass, too. She didn't care who put what where, as long as it was thick and long and dripping cockjuice.
With one of them pulling at her tits, the second one humping her ass, and the third probing her cunthole, she was soon on the point of climaxing. When she felt fingers in her asscrack, she cried out. The fingers began tickling her asshole and she squirmed against the hand. She didn't care who was doing what. They could do whatever they wanted with her, and, in fact, she hoped they would do everything.
Suddenly they all let go of her. One of them grunted, "Come on, let's see some flesh!"
The three boys unzipped their flies and brought out their stiff cocks. She gazed from one to the other, mesmerized. All that cock! All that cock and all for her!
She began stripping. Her eyes on their three throbbing pricks, she slowly peeled her clothes off her body. They went wild. They each began stroking their meat, snickering and snorting, the lewdness of it all driving her wild with lust. She cupped her tits in her hands and offered them her boobs. Next she pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it. She danced around the room, showing them her ass and legs, and then pushed her panties slowly down her legs. She wiggled her shoulders and her hips, jiggling her titiflesh like two ripe melons.