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"Okay, put her down on the straw there, where it's nice and comfy," Wayne commanded his friends, and Knuckles grabbed her shoulder and threw her callously down upon the hay. Wayne leaped on top of her, pressing tighter down into her, and she was forced to sprawl with her face to the floor. The hay smelled of earth and mold and cow urine with a permeating odor that made her gag for air.

Joan could feel Wayne's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks from behind, and his face was pressed into her hair. She winced slightly in spite of the pain of her position, for now she was able to smell the beer that was heavily upon the boy's hot breath. They'd all obviously been drinking, even though she hadn't seen any liquor yet. She tried to move, moaning a protest into the hay beneath her as she felt the savage boy insert his knee into the unprotected crevice between her thighs and pry her legs apart. She fought with all her might, but there was no stopping his cruel and relentless pressure. He had the leverage and the strength, and soon her inner muscles tired as she felt them being painfully pushed slightly open. The boy's hardened penis, trapped painfully under the tightness of his blue jeans, pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.

"Hey, anybody want another beer?" Mickey said thickly from above her.

"Hot damn, that's a fine idea," Wayne answered as he pulled his loins back slightly from his teacher's trembling upraised buttocks, and the boy laughed drunkenly as he reached over to grab the proffered can. Joan could feel droplets of the yeasty-smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. "Hey, I think I'll give some to Miss Frazer!" Wayne said. "After all, this here party's in her honor!"

He laughed again and lifted her head by the hair, thrusting the opening of the beer can to her lips. She clenched her mouth tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the warm, stale liquor, but Wayne pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The beer flowed down both sides of her mouth, with only about half of it going down her throat; she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the can, forcing more and more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"Man, you better pop another can, Mickey," Wayne chortled as the last of the beer was swallowed defensively. "She's a guzzler."

Another can was opened, and it began to make the rounds among the three young boys and their older woman teacher. Between his turns at the beer, Wayne let his hands play over the smooth rounded contours of Joan's buttocks, and in spite of the slowly dulling effects of the beer she drank, the captive teacher still tried hopelessly to squirm away. But the slow seductive movement of her hips crushing back into the hardness of his loins only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her.

"I'm going to fuck her now," Wayne hissed with a coarse impatient tone in his voice.

"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" she whimpered. "Not like this, Wayne. You can't."

"Like hell I won't!" he intoned down at her hoarsely. "First off is got to be her dress…"

Wayne reached down to her knees and jerked at the skirt bunched beneath her on the dirty straw. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firmly full thighs to her slender waist and exposing the rounded panty-covered cheeks of her fearfully cringing buttocks. Wayne gasped and wriggled the useless piece of cloth from beneath her, throwing it to one side impatiently. "Okay, now one of you guys pull her sweater up over her head while I hold her steady."

Joan could only groan in anguish as she felt a hardness from Knuckles' crotch rising beside her face. He was kneeling down in front of her and following Wayne's instructions, pulling her thin pullover sweater up over her waist and to her neck, where he suddenly gave a vicious jerk and freed the sweater from her head.

Mickey, in his rising excitement, was roving his hands over her back that was now bare all the way down to her flimsy pair of tautly stretched panties. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was only broken by the thin white straps of a brassiere that laced across her back, but then Knuckles leaned over her with his hands and worked clumsily at the little hooks of its clasp. Now Joan could feel a small wet circle of the Gerber boy's seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek and, as he worked at her brassiere, he pushed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. Suddenly the brassiere snapped apart, and her full round breasts, large and resilient, fell swayingly free.

She gasped as he pulled the piece of underwear from around her body and the two mounds of softly warm flesh came into hard contact with smelly hay of the barn. Her nipples sprang into hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the coarseness of the straw.

Wayne's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up along the sides of her nakedly quivering body and cupped her ripe dangling breasts underneath. He pulled and squeezed them harshly for a moment and then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her little nylon panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her hips.

His teacher moaned as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her shamed and frightened body. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what was going to happen to her in just a few more minutes, and even the deadening effects of the beer could not protect her mind from the horrible truth that there was nothing she could do to save herself. The three young boys were far too strong for her to fight, and even if she did escape, there would be no place she could go. Her doom had been sealed the moment she had begun to seduce young Wayne Conroy in her room. Oh God, if only she had been able to stop herself then! If only she had treated the boy better so he would have kept their lurid secret!

A hundred "if onlys" tumbled through her tortured mind when suddenly she was brutally pulled up into a kneeling position, with her face again pressed tightly into Knuckles' loins. Her breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy to the dirty straw floor.

Wayne peeled the flimsy white panties from the half-moons of her buttocks, and when the silky material caught at the juncture of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, tearing them from her in useless threads. He laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them tight into the wide-eyed face of Knuckles Gerber, who was staring in enraptured concentration from his kneeling position.

"Here, pal, smell a little pussy perfume." The Conroy youth snickered at the lust-crazed gaze that flickered through the other boy's eyes. "While you're doin' that, I'm going to earn my case of beer!"

"Shit, it'll be worth a case," Mickey croaked from beside them. "I'll chip in half, Knuckles, if I can take Miss Frazer next!"

"Go suck an egg," Knuckles snapped back at Mickey. "It's my bet, so I'm fucking her after he does. Hurry up, Wayne, hurry up, so's I can, or my balls are going to explode!"

Joan cringed from the obscene conversation. God, she was being auctioned off like she was a whore! Her price was a case of beer, no more than a gutter slut off the street could get! And then she heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her, and the smooth warm pressure of a slender young penis pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel the boy's stickiness where moistly warm seminal fluid seeped from the hardened blunt tip of his cock.