"Hurry honey" Mike called to his wife. "Don't rush me" she replied "Beauty takes longer than men dressing." The banter from the 13 year married couple continued till both saw each other in living room about to walk out the front door.
The teacher was wearing light blue suit, white shirt and Tie. His wife was wearing an off the shoulder white formal gown that went to the floor. "Honey, this dance going to have lots of horny little boys trying to see a bit more of your cleavage, shouldn't you wear a shawl or burka."?
They both laughed and got into the car driving over to the school gymnasium. The cheerleaders had decorated it with balloons, crepe paper in a poorly laid out design to hide the fact it was a gymnasium.
These monthly dances had been suggested by the administration to get the 18-19 year old kids off the streets on Saturday nights with something to do. The Dj had his sound equipment set up on the front of the stage. The colourful lights facing the dance floor made the stage behind him dark as a coal shaft.
The teacher and wife separated with him moving around talking to the students, the wife by to stand by the Kool aid and cookie table. By mid-point of the evening the room was fully congested and it was impossible to see over the heads from one side or another so for about an hour they lost contact.
Several students asked the teachers, wives, boyfriends of teacher to dance so it was a typical Saturday night. Mrs. Wiese was pleased and found humour that some boys stood arm's length away from her as if she was fragile glass while others pressed their cocks against her straining to see just what lay at bottom of her cleavage.
A boy she did not know, ok young man as he was probably 19 and she an old lady of 30, asked her to dance. He was quite good and didn't step on her feet nor drool down her cleavage. They maneuvered around till near the front of the stage until a sharp poke in her right buttock made her gasp "OH".
"What the matter Mrs. Wiese"?
"I don't know many the dry cleaners must of left a pin in the..." her voice trailed off and her vision tunneled, till she could barely make out the floor. The kind boy, with several assistances led her around the side steps leading up to the stage. With the bright lights shining their eyes no one on the dance floor saw the group pf boys assist her to a cot in back of the stage.
She wanted to say thank you but felt dizzy and light headed. Someone put a pillow under her head as someone else put her feet on the cot.
Her tongue felt as if it had swollen and jaw wouldn't work, her vision was now gone and the boys voices seemed almost a block away their words disjointed and not understandable.
"Damn it Mike, I thought you were going to stab Lynn Lameroux?" Why Mrs. Wiese thought would her husband a cheerleader, then faded out.
The 29 gauge needle had injected her with a predator drug, the so called date rape drug that is an incapacitating agent. The injection site was so small on her lower right buttock a microscope would find it but probably not be seen by the naked eye. One of the boys took her right leg and put in on the floor, her left leg he bent at the knee with her foot flat on the cot. "This Mrs. Wiese the math teacher's wife and that asshole Dick Moen never brought Lameroux close to the stage."
"Yeah, Mrs. Wiese isn't built like Lameroux but let's see what she does have." A quartet of boys rolled her on her side, unzipped the back half way down and rolled her onto her back again. Who the brave soul who pulled down her top is lost in history as three different boys claimed that honour. The factual results were all the boys got, if they did not have, semi erections as Mrs. Wiese, whom most these boys never saw before had the "perfect figure of 34x22x36 wearing a c cup but tonight the formal gown did all the support. They all stood silent in glory
Like in some tribal event the boys stood in circle looking at her beautiful round firm breasts. The aureoles were centered and each nipple looked as if a raspberry was on top. A hand from the crowd lightly touched the nipple and then as if energized faster and faster rotated it. It grew in his hand and the boys noticed tiny bumps forming in the aureole. Brian, the youngest, giggled, "it's like a mound of gelatin," as he made the tit swirl on its axis.
With mob courage, Mike got between her legs and pulled her tiny see through lace tonga off. In jest he sniffed it and put it in his pocket. The molestation on her chest and the cool air now on her vulva, Mrs. Wiese gave a gasp, scaring the boys. This involuntary sexual release only temporarily stopped the investigation by boys who never seen, let alone touched a female body. A couple felt guilty touching their own cocks but soon they all were.
One boy was kissing/licking her lips, two others were on the left breast, feeling massaging, twisting while another was sucking her right nipple, Mike said 'Come look at this. Two of the boys did while the fourth played with the fleshy orbs.
Standing near her feet they saw all her pubic hair was shaved off except a tiny strip that covered the very top of her slit. They murmured mumbled to one another. Mike put his fingers in her slit. "Hey where is her hole? I thought we'd see her hole." Wes remarked.
