I pull into my usual parking space at the high school where I work. It's a small school in comparison to others in this part of the state, but this is a small town with a decreasing population since the mill closed. I hate being reminded of the mill, since that was one of the primary causes for my divorce. My ex and I married when I was 21. This would be our twentieth anniversary had he not walked out four years ago. The depression and alcohol abuse since his layoff had finally gotten the better of him and he ended up leaving me for another woman who talked him into moving out of state to start again.
I instinctively grab my ID, even though the school is closed. I'm just stopping in to drop off a few things in preparation for the new school year to begin. I look at the ID, seeing the name Verna Jordan on it. I never bothered to change it back to my maiden name after my divorce became final. Partly because I wanted my daughter to have the same last name as me. Now that she has started her freshman year of college I wonder if I will consider changing it back. After all, she will eventually get married and no doubt change her name as well.
I exit my car and head into the school. I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the glass door. I'm wearing a blue, lightweight sarong skirt that reaches mid-calf. I almost never wear short skirts, partly due to my catholic upbringing. My white button-up blouse is a little tighter than I would wear to work. It hugs my 36-B breast. My dark brown hair hangs almost to my shoulders, framing my roundish face and my large glasses. I look pretty good for my age. Sure, I'm not what I was in my mid-twenties, but I definitely don't look 41. I did gain some weight right before my divorce, but I lost almost all of it afterwards.
I reach for the door and realize that it isn't locked. "Strange." I comment as I walk inside. I cautiously make my way down the hall. Hearing voices I realize that someone is inside one of the rooms. I open the door and step inside, startling five young men who are sitting around one of the tables. Empty beer bottles line the table and the smell of marijuana permeates the room. I recognize three of them as former students, although the other two look familiar.
"What are you doing in here?" I yell as I approach the table.
"Jesus, Miss V, we're just partying." One of them says. He is a tall, slender kid with short brown hair. I remember his name is Ricky. He graduated last spring.
"I'm calling the police." I inform them, reaching for my phone.
"Please don't do that." One of the others says. I can't recall his name, but I have seen him before.
A rough looking guy with longer brown hair and a mustache stands up. "We didn't cause any damage or take nuthin', just having a little fun. But if you call the cops then I'm fucked. I'm 21. These four are 18 and 19, but that's still illegal for drinkin', so I'll be busted for sure."
I recognize him as Carol Johnson. He was always getting in trouble when he was a student a few years ago. The other guy I recognize is Tommy Simms. A skinny redhead who was always awkward in class. I sensed that he had a crush on me when he was in my class during his sophomore year.
The last kid I couldn't place. A chubby guy with very short brown hair, but very hairy arms. I look for him and don't see where he went. Then I cry out with a start as someone--obviously the chubby guy--grabs be from behind. "You ain't calling no one lady."
"Let me go!" I demand. I struggle but can't break free from his grip.
"How about we make her drink some beer with us and take a few pictures. That way we can say she bought the beer and was partying with us" Carol suggested.
"Great idea." Ricky agreed. He grabbed a bottle and stepped forward pressing it to my lips. "Hold her tight, Lonny." He tells the chubby kid.
I refuse to open my mouth, so he grabs the back of my head with his left hand and presses the mouth of the bottle between my lips and begins pouring it into my mouth. Most of it spills out onto my blouse, but I am forced to swallow some of it. Ricky continues forcing the contents into my mouth until the bottle is empty.
"I suppose you think that's going to get me drunk." I spat when he removed the bottle.
"All we need to do is make it appear you're drinking with us." Carol said in reply.
Ricky lowers his eyes as he stood before me. At first I think he is feeling guilt, then he shocks me by dropping the bottle and raising both hands to my chest and begins to fondle my breast. "You have some nice tits, Miss V."
"Get your hands off me!" I scream in protest. I renew my efforts to break free of Lonny's grip as I feel Ricky's hands squeezing my tits.
"That gives me a better idea," Carol says, ""Tie her to the table."
Four of the guys hoist me up and drop me on my back across the narrow side of one of the classroom tables. I kick and scream as they hold me down, all while tying my hands and feet in place with cords and zip ties, mostly from my own supplies that I had carried in. When they are through, my legs are spread apart and tied down to the legs on one side, and my arms are stretched behind me down the other side. My head is hanging off one end and my butt is barely on the other.
"Let me go, damn it!" I yell.
Carol leans over from between my legs and says, "We get to fuck a hot MILF tonight and if you say anything we'll just say you've been bringing us here to party and have sex all summer. With all the female teachers getting caught fucking students it will be hard for you to prove otherwise."
He begins unbuttoning my blouse, I scream for him to stop, but soon he has my top completely undone and spread apart. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folding knife, he opens it and slides the blade beneath the center of my bra. I cry out as he saws it back and forth until he cuts my bra apart, exposing my tits to them all.
Next he pulls my skirt up around my waist. The material apparently keeps falling over my panties, so he uses his knife to cut it away and then does the same to my panties. I am humiliated as these five young men see me naked and exposed. Only two men have seen me naked since my husband had left me, and before my husband, only one other guy from high school had seen me naked, except for medical exams of course.
"Shit, look at that bush." One of them says, as they stare at my mound of brown pubic hair. Other than shaving so I could wear a bikini I have always chosen to keep my pubic hair. I know from conversations I've had with other women that most girls shave, so I realize that mine is probably the first hairy pussy they've ever seen in real life.
Hands come at me all at once as four of them begin fondling me. Only Tommy stands there watching as his buddies violate me. My tits are squeezed, my nipples pinched and pulled, and fingers rub and poke my pussy, all while I struggle to break free and scream for them to stop. This goes on for a while until Ricky grabs his cell phone and has the guys back away so he can take pictures of me.
"Please stop!" I plead.
Then Carol steps up between my legs. I realize with a start that he has removed his pants. His dick is hard as he approaches me, I notice that he has no pubic hair. This is the first time I've seen a man's dick shaved. I guess that it's about six inches long, but thicker than my husband's was. About the size of the last guy I had sex with over six months ago.
He bends down and begins licking my pussy. I yell when his tongue touches my clit. He pauses just long enough to say, "Lick her nipples while I do this." Ricky and Lonny both bend over and start sucking and licking my now swollen nipples. I cringe as Carol licks my pussy. I have never had tongues lick me in all three areas like this before. Hell, until now I've only had four men touch me sexually in my entire life, now three were doing it at the same time, and two more are apparently waiting their turn.
I squirm as they continue to lick me, continuing to beg them to stop. Carol slides a finger inside my pussy and starts pumping it in and out as he licks me. This is all too much for me. But just when I think it couldn't be worse, he raises up and starts rubbing his dick between my legs.
"No, please don't!" I beg him.
Carol just grins at me as he pushes his hard dick into my pussy. "Nooooo!!!" I scream, as I feel his manhood sinking inside me. He pushes all the way in and waits a moment before beginning to fuck me with long, hard strokes. He slams forward each time, slapping his groin against my butt as he pounds me over and over.
"Take it out!" I yell. "Please don't get me pregnant."
Being raised catholic I can't bare the thought of this young man impregnating me. There is no way I could get an abortion, and at 41 I haven't started menopause yet, so I still have a risk. Even the two men I slept with after my divorce pulled out before cumming. My husband would cum in me, but he had a vasectomy a couple years after our daughter was born.
Ricky stopped licking my left nipple. "Yeah man, don't cum in her before we all get a chance to fuck her."
"No problem, I'll just blow my nut in her mouth then." Carol says as he pulls his dick out of me and walks around the table. As he does so, Ricky abandons my left tit and begins undoing his pants. As his shorts fall to the floor I see that his shaved dick is much larger than Carol's. He stokes it as he moves between my legs. The only guy I haven't heard named takes Ricky's place at my side. Ricky looks at Tommy and tells the quiet redhead, "Get your pants off, you're next after me. You're finally going to lose your virginity today, and to Miss V, who you fantasized about."