0 comments/ 51207 views/ 13 favorites Mrs. G's Odyssey Ch. 01 By: medley This story is a work of fiction, while certain characters or ideas may be loosely related to real people not enough that they or anyone would know, that's why fantasy is fantasy. The theme is a wife and teacher swept into things and pushed into doing things she normally wouldn't do or agree to. It is not non consentual, but it is coerced or at least lightly nudged. If this boundary pushing might offend you you don't have to read it... * Hi! I can't believe that I'm writing this! My name is Melanie I won't give you my last name, but I'll tell you that it starts with a G and can be hard to pronounce. I've been a teacher for 7 years now! Most of my students call me Mrs. G. I've been fighting a war to keep my job and life for about 6 months now. Let me explain. When I had interviewed for my teaching job I had gone in for an elementary school teacher for grade 4 or 5. I was 23 and just wanted to deal with younger kids, having just finished college and only having been married for a year I didn't want to be around hormonal boys. I had had enough of that in college. The town had had a sudden opening in grade 12 history, and I had run a dual major in education and history. They hadn't gotten any applicants for that job, but plenty for the elementary job, and they offered me a bonus to take it. So I did. Now seven years later I'm thirty years old and still teach in the same high school. It's not as bad as I thought it would be and after the first year I kind of got used to it. I've always been proud of my looks, which I thought might get me into trouble dealing with teenagers, but now I downplay it so much that it's never been a factor, or affected my teaching. That is until six months ago. I'll describe myself in a bit, because I know that on a site like this it's important, but let me start by getting into this whole sordid little tale. I'm starting the tale a good six months ago... I was on my lunch break and walking out by the gymnasiums. There are no classrooms out there, but during busy hallway times it can be easier to cut around the two gyms than go through the main halls. Between the two gyms there's a foyer that serves as an entrance during sporting events, but during school it is rarely used. As I approached I smelled a strong odor of marijuana. I had smoked it a bit in college and the smell momentarily brought back memories. Then I promptly pushed them away and remembered I was a teacher now and was about to walk in on students smoking pot! My heels had been making a steady clacking in the hallways and I heard them pause as I got to the double doors and pushed them open. A cloud of smoke spilled out. "Shit!" I heard someone say, I looked at the three young men standing in front of me. Two of them I immediately recognized as students in one of my classes, the third looked familiar from the halls. One of them had a joint in his mouth and had clearly just inhaled, in his panic he began to cough and gag. "MRS. G!" One of my two students, Dean squawked, a freshly rolled joint fell from his fingers bouncing on the linoleum and rolling a foot or so. "Oh my god!" The third said. He was recovering from his choking. I was trying to remember his name, he wasn't in any of my classes, but I knew him from the senior class. "Mrs. G. Please don't get us in trouble!" My other student, Martin said. "This is our senior year! The school has that zero tolerance policy! We're all eighteen we'd be in deep shit... I mean trouble!" He was pleading, and his bloodshot eyes were desperate. It was late September we were enjoying a nice heat wave, and I had been in a really good mood. The whole situation had taken me by surprise, and that's how I made my first critical mistake! "Listen!" I said bending at the knees to pick up the joint that had rolled away. Although I was wearing a calf length denim skirt, there was nothing even remotely sexual about crouching to retrieve the joint. "Everyone makes mistakes when they're young, but I know you're all smart kids, you've gotta' outgrow this stuff." I said holding up the joint. "However! I won't tell the dean THIS time." I extended my hand to the kid who had just finished choking. He placed the half smoked joint in my hand. Then reached into his pocket and put the rest of a small baggie in my hand. I hadn't expected that, sort of naively thinking the joints had been it. "Thanks Mrs. G." He said. "If I get in any more trouble I'll get expelled, and I'd have to try to get into another school quick enough to not miss any work, my parents would kill me." His voice was still scratchy. "Now get back to lunch." I said. "I'll see you two in class." Smoothing out my skirt from kneeling down and tucking the small handful of pot into one of my pockets I walked out the other door and proceeded towards the main building where my classroom was. Little did I know how paranoid these kids were of getting in trouble. They watched me walk down the hall one of my students staying close enough to make sure I didn't dispose of the pot before reaching my classroom. I had two back to back classes between lunch and the last bell, with one of the two boys in each class. At the end of the day the marijuana was still in my pocket. (My second mistake, but not the worst I'll elaborate soon.) From my perspective I spent the last two classes second guessing myself for not turning them in. However worse than that was what to do with the pocket full of pot I had. I was scared to throw it away, worried who might find it. If it got turned in my fingerprints WERE on it. I knew that was silly but just the same I sure as heck wasn't gonna' throw it in my classroom wastebasket. There was also an underlying reason for me not throwing it away. As the end of the day crept up, my last class finally left. I spent a few minutes readying for tomorrow's classes Dean had lingered a moment to again thank me. In hindsight he had also taken a good look in my wastebasket to make sure I hadn't thrown the marijuana away in the classroom. They were convinced I was holding onto it and might turn them in later. Finally I made my way out to my car. I climbed in and drove home. I only live a few miles from the school. I pulled in the driveway, my husband works evenings as a paramedic so we really only see each-other a few nights a week and mornings on the weekends. The house was quiet. I went from the driveway into the house arguing with myself. I thought about wrapping the pot up in something and burying it in the trash bag then bringing the bag out to the garage to make sure my husband didn't find it. I went to the bedroom to change out of my school clothes. As I unbuttoned my blouse I looked at myself in the mirror, I was proud of my body, I went to the gym three times a week. At thirty I felt I was in better shape then I had been in college. I was trim, my 38C chest hadn't sagged at all, if anything they looked firmer and higher on my chest, although they probably didn't bounce the way they had when I was twenty. I had a conservative white bra on with a bit of lace at the edges. Next I slipped my denim skirt off and lay it on the bed, being careful not to spill the contents of the pocket. I had on cream colored T-back panties. I looked at my ass in the mirror there wasn't a bit of cheesecake on it, my thighs were the same way, long hours on the orbital had paid off. Finally I took my hair and put it in a pony tail, leaving the two barrettes that kept it out of my face all day on my dresser. It looked like a bushy auburn pom-pom behind my head, but it was comfortable. Going into the bathroom and cranking open the bathroom window I got out a candle and lit it with a wooden match. Neither my husband nor I smoke so we don't own any lighters. I then retrieved my skirt and pulling the marijuana out of the pocket I set it on the bathroom sink and picked up the un-smoked joint. It had been probably 8 years since I smoked, before I met my husband when I was a junior in college. (My Biggest mistake, but not my last) I struck another wooden match and shaking my head thankful my husband wouldn't be home for a good 8 hours I put the joint in my mouth lit it and inhaled. I held it in for as long as I could and then had a massive coughing fit as I exhaled. The joint went out as I gasped trying to recover. Several minutes went by and I was half laughing at myself. 'WHAT was I doing?' I thought. 'This is crazy!' However I knew as soon as they gave me the pot, that it had been a long time, but that I would probably smoke it. My head began to tingle before I even relit the joint, although I continued to cough a little, over the next ten minutes I smoked almost the whole joint. So there I was in my bathroom in an empty house, in just a bra and panties. (I didn't want my clothes to smell like pot) I had been blowing the pot out the bathroom window. I have no idea how many seconds passed. I had put the joint down and was absolutely completely high and then there was a loud pounding at the door downstairs! I froze, and my heart went cold. I looked at the open bathroom window, I had been blowing smoke out towards my backyard. Had a cop gone by and smelled it!? A moment passed, and the knocking came again. I grabbed the pot and stuffed it in a bathroom drawer, moving my feminine products over it. Then grabbing my bathrobe from the closet I looked out the front window. There was no cruiser. The banging came again, it sounded like the back door. I ran downstairs slipping my robe on and tying it. Through the curtain on the backdoor I could see three forms. "Mrs. G, Open up it's Martin, Dean, and Joe!" The voice said. They must've heard me crashing through the house in my panic. Joe that was the third kids' name. 'What the hell were they doing here?' I thought. The doorknob began to turn, I hadn't locked it when I came in! "Hi Mrs. G!" Dean said, his tone was pretty smug, a little threatening. "What are you doing here?" I asked stupidly, the scare had sobered me up, but I was still high, still slow to react and comprehend. "Mrs. G!" Joe said. "I can't believe you smoked our weed!" "What?" I said dumbfounded. "We followed you from school to make sure you didn't go to the police station. Once you got home we figured we'd wait a few minutes to see if maybe you would call them, because we knew you hadn't thrown it away yet." Martin said. They had shut the door behind them and were gathered around by the couch. I stood at the foot of the stairs about ten feet away numb. "Then we smelled it." Joe said. "It took a few minutes to believe, but here we are. Since it's our weed anyway it's only fair that you share. We stood in the driveway watching the smoke come out of an upstairs window. C'mon let's go smoke some more." Joe walked by me, and right up the stairs. He passed within inches of me, I looked down at my bathrobe suddenly very embarrassed. The other boys followed. "C'mon Mrs. G." Dean said as he passed me. Upstairs I heard them wandering about. "OOOH a master bathroom." Joe's voice said. "Smells like pot in here! Hurry up Mrs. G!" My mind was in turmoil, every fiber knew that what was happening was wrong, but I couldn't figure out how to fix it. The boys' were being very forceful and confrontational, I was more than a little nervous. As clouded as my brain was there was nothing I could think to do other than follow. I headed upstairs and into the bathroom. There they were sitting around the master bath, two of them sat on the edge of the tub one on the lid of the toilet. They watched me walk in and I suddenly felt VERY self-conscious. My robe came down to my knees, but I was still feeling underdressed. Worse that I knew what was under the robe, and that I only had three articles of clothing on. "Where'd you put the weed Mrs. G?" Dean asked his voice full of confidence and spite. My stomach knotted itself up. Joe reached over and shut the door. "I-in here." I said opening the drawer and moving my tampons. My voice was a barely audible croak. I raised my head and saw myself in the mirror above the sink. The bathrobe gaped open exposing my bra as I bent to retrieve the marijuana. I stood up covering it hopefully before these intruders saw anything. "You boys really shouldn't be here." I finally found the courage to say. "Well YOU really shouldn't be getting high Mrs. G, we just wanna' hang out!" Dean said. He took the bag of pot out of my hand and producing a small glass pipe, opened the bag and began to break off little flakes of pot and put them in the pipe. The whole process took about a minute maybe less. I stood staring dumbfounded. Engrossed in what he was doing and numbed by already being high. A moment later he took out a lighter, lit it and after taking a big hit passed the lighter and pipe to Joe. Both Dean and Joe sat on the tub across from where I stood, Martin sat on the toilet lid to my left. When Joe was done he handed me the pipe and got his phone out. "I gotta' text Michelle tell her we'll be over later." Joe said holding the phone in front of him and hitting buttons. "Hit that Mrs. G." He said.Passing me the pipe and lighter. Putting the pipe to my lips I took an awkward hit from the pipe. Although I gagged a little I never actually broke out coughing. Then I handed it to Martin. "Sit down Mrs G." Dean said motioning to the sink behind me. There was no empathy in it, what he had said was a command, and I obeyed it. Sliding up onto the counter between the double sinks. My feet dangled above the floor. The pipe went around again. As I bent to take it from Joe who was still busy typing on his phone, Joe and Dean snickered. I realized that leaning over exposed a LOT of cleavage to them both. My face had to have gone scarlet as I straightened up and tightened the robe. "Nice tits Mrs. G." Dean said. I felt immense humiliation wash over me. One of my students had just ogled and referred to my breasts, and I was too high to say or do anything about it. I smoked more and watched the pipe go around suddenly I was acutely aware of my body, I crossed my legs tight together and pulled my robe over my chest. The pot came to me again. Joe held the pipe in front of him, I reached out expecting him to meet me halfway, he held it out of reach. I leaned forward a little feeling my robe loosen slightly. They smirked knowing the pipe was still out of reach. "Come N' Get it Mrs. G." Joe said menacingly. I started to get up. "NO, NO!" Dean said scoldingly. "Keep your ass on the sink and lean." I blushed furiously and stretched my arm out. I could feel the robe sliding out from under me as I reached. I felt the top hanging lower and lower. The pipe was inches from my fingers. They were laughing and I smiled at the childish game in spite of my embarrassment and confusion. Joe moved it further away. As I reached for it, Dean snuck a hand under me and hooked a finger in the flap of my robe, as Joe let me get the pipe. I sat up, and Dean's finger opened the robe right up. My breasts housed in their white covering gleamed in the harsh bathroom light. The boys laughed and ooohed and aahed. I covered myself with the hand not holding the pipe. "Don't you dare cover yourself!" Dean said angrily in a commanding tone. I looked up at him my mouth gaping open, his gall amazing me, and partially waking me from my stupor. "You heard me. Leave it open or we take our weed and leave, Joe's got more than enough pics to cover us if you say ANYTHING to anyone." At this Joe held up his phone and I saw that it's camera function was on. Fear gripped me. I finally realized the culmination of all the day's mistakes. As I sat with three students who had me in such a bind that I knew I would not be hiding my bra covered breasts from them, and I prayed knowing it would be in vain that they stopped there. This woke me up hard and I sprung to act. "You boys are crazy! This has gone FAR ENOUGH!" I said. Indignantly covering my bra. "It was stupid to smoke the marijuana, I know, I hadn't smoked since college and admit that I was curious, but don't think that you're going to blackmail or bully me into doing anything!" I said. I had stood up and had to set the pipe down to begin actually fixing my robe. "Oh REALLY!" Dean said standing up and getting far too close to me. "Joe has already e-mailed 15 pictures to himself, they can be printed, put on a web site, or e-mailed with a couple of short clicks. Pictures of YOU in a bathrobe, smoking pot with three eighteen year old students! A couple of REAL good pics where you're bent over with your tits hanging out reaching for the pipe. One of your pretty face eyes all bloodshot, the pipe sticking out of your mouth. So you're right we shouldn't bully you into anything, but what would you do to keep what you've done so far secret?" He spat the question at me with an acidic edge in his voice. Dean's face was inches from my own, his tone was so harsh and threatening, I was scared to death. My mind raced, but not fast enough. I couldn't answer! I was frozen in place, my arms and legs ached they were so lost on what to do. Dean reached down and untied the belt on my robe. Then he threw it open and stepped back. I was totally powerless to stop him. Joe held up his damn phone again. I was shaking. The boys stared at me. I had never felt so embarrassed, so exposed, but I was still petrified. I stood in front of them bared open to them! My lips trembled. 'Make it stop!' I thought to myself. "Nice body Mrs. G!" Joe said. I winced at the words. Martin got up from his perch on the toilet lid to look me up and down. I felt sullied, and completely dejected, any ability I had to defend or speak up for myself was fading rapidly. Before me Dean, Joe, and Martin were leering at me. Dean reached past me, brushing my hip as he did. He picked up the pipe and put it to his mouth, he then took an enormous hit and blew it in my face. The sweet smoke hung in the air of the bathroom. Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes. Dean looked back at Joe and Martin there was an awkward pause and then he reached up towards my shoulders with both hands and in one motion jerked the robe off my arms and let it slide to the floor. All three boys laughed menacingly. Then they noticed the T-back. Dean was the first and something between a whistle and a moan escaped him. "NIIIIIICE ass, Mrs. G." He hissed. I began backing away, with the sink right behind me I didn't have far to go. I felt my bare cheeks bump into the countertop, and I brought my hands to my face stifling a sob. "Stop crying Mrs. G." Martin said. He took the pipe from Dean. "It's your hit, we're not gonna' hurt you, smoke some more and relax. You've got an awesome body. If you had kids you'd be a MILF." He put the pipe up by one of my hands. It was insistent, so I took it. "Take another hit." He said. Still crying I put the pipe in my mouth and lit it. Between sobs I managed to take a hit. When I held it out Martin pushed it back to me and motioned for me to take it again. So I did. Then they each took a couple leaving me leaning against the sink, half shivering, quiet whimpers escaping me every few moments. Time began to get hazy as I was now very high. I remember taking another hit and them adding some to the pipe. Mostly I remember leaning against the sink VERY self-conscious looking down at my own bare skin. I could see the slight dent of my nipples through my bra. I thought of my legs, September is so busy I hadn't groomed my bikini area and there was probably some stubble peaking out of my panties. Oddly as much as my mind struggled to find a way out of the situation I was fairly resigned to being stuck in front of these boys in my bra and panties. I kept my legs close together. I had goose-bumps over my whole body. "Mrs. G. When does your husband get home?" Joe asked, while exhaling a thick plume of smoke. Mrs. G's Odyssey Ch. 01 "Almost midnight." I mumbled. "Good lets go chill in the living room for a bit." Dean added, the bathroom door opened and Dean grabbed my arm lightly just above the elbow. My whole body was tingling at that point. I walked ahead of the other boys being led by dean. I remember the rooms passing by me in a blurry haze. Once in the living room they turned the TV on and started flipping through the channels. Martin and Joe sat on the couch, it's big enough for three comfortably. Dean then sat pulling me down half on his lap half on the floor. I slid down as though I were going to sit on the floor at their feet. "Oh no you don't!" Dean said, pulling me up by my arm. He pulled me until I was in his lap. It was awkward and uncomfortable. My behind was between his legs, and I was awkwardly leaning towards Joe so my shoulders were wedged between them. "You don't feel comfortable." Dean said. He nudged me down and grabbed a leg turning me so that I lay across the three of them. My feet were just past Martin's lap, my bum was in Dean's and my back lay across Joe with my head on the end cushion by Joe's shoulder. On the TV there was some kind of sports show. I was half on my side, and I could feel Dean's mostly stiff penis pressing against my behind. Dean began to caress my stomach, just below my belly button. Martin's arms were across my legs and his hands were wrapped up in my calves. Joe had one arm under my head and the other under my right arm and draped across my chest. "No........." I moaned in response to Dean's touch. "Did you just tell me no Mrs. G?" Dean asked angrily. "Please don't." I whispered. "You got to see me in my underwear. Please no more." I begged! His hand was frozen over my abdomen, his fingers playing lightly at the waistband of my panties. Joe's phone began to ring. "Maybe I'm not satisfied with that!" Dean said. His fingers began to tease my waistband flicking under the edge of it. "It's Michelle." I heard Joe say. "She needs a ride." I tried to think in my muddled state who they were talking about, there was a Michelle in one of my classes that I thought I had seen them with. "Tell her we'll be there in a few minutes." Dean said. "But before we go." Dean paused as Joe hung up his phone. Then he flipped his hand and grabbed my waistband. My stomach gave out, as I realized in utter horror that he intended to pull them off. "Joe. Get her tits out." Dean said crudely as he literally tore my panties down my legs. "NOOOOOO! I squealed trying to hold onto what little clothing and dignity I had left. Feeling complete futility as Dean overpowered me stripping my panties from me then helping to hold me as Joe fumbled with and undid my bra. I twisted and tugged and pushed and a few moments later I was still completely naked. I only succeeded in falling on the floor naked. I crawled away from the couch trying to keep my legs together. Dean came over and grabbed me roughly by the arms lifting me to my feet and turning me towards the couch. He had me by the elbows in such a way that I wasn't strong enough to cover myself. Joe and Martin ogled me. Dean then turned me to face him and took a hard look at me. I must have been quite the sight. My chest was heaving from the raspy frightened breaths I was taking in. The gym keeps my 38Cs fairly firm even when not in a bra, my nipples normally fairly small and light, were like dark erasers they were so hard and contracted. My bush although trimmed hadn't been 'maintained' in at least a week and dark stubble covered my pelvis around my neatly trimmed square of thick reddish brown hair. My stomach muscles, which I work so hard on felt tight as my stomach was in knots. My hair was in a big messy pony-tail, my make-up streaked to hell from crying. "Damn! I'm gonna' be undressing you in my head all class tomorrow!!" Dean hissed. "I got an offer for you! Unless you want some of these pics mailed to your house addressed to your husband, you better stay fuckin' naked ALL night. We might stop by later to 'check' on you before your husband gets home, the back door better be unlocked and you better be completely naked. You can get dressed at eleven, y'know in case he comes home early." There was some snickering amongst them. Dean let me go. I was shaking and weeping. "Please!" I sobbed. "Don't tell anyone." "You don't want anyone to know about your pot smoking or your sudden 'nudist' habits. Nice bush by the way." Dean said he emphasized nudist menacingly. "Please! I could lose everything." I said my voice hitching between sobs. "Hmmmm." Dean said walking around me. "Get on your knees and BEG us not to tell." I sank to my knees, still keeping my legs clamped as close together as I could. "Please." I said clasping my hands together and raising them to the three students. "Keep what happened today to yourselves, you can't tell ANYONE! I'll lose my job...my husband...oh god, everything." "I'll tell you what." Dean said. Stopping in front of me. "If we keep this little secret safe, and amongst ourselves, what will you do for us?" He was looking down at me, his crotch at my eye level. "Whatever you want." I said my voice a hoarse whisper of complete defeat. "So you'll do whatever we want if we keep this a secret?" Dean sneered. "Nothing that will get me caught." I said. "And don't hurt me." I added, it sounded as feeble as I was. "Please." I added. "So we'll protect your secret, and in return we'll get a teacher as our very own toy!" Joe said. He was now standing beside Dean. "Yes." I said nodding meekly. "Good." Dean said. "See you tomorrow at school." A moment later they were gone out the back door. I stood in my living room naked for several minutes. It was still only late afternoon eleven was a long way off. I was petrified to disobey them. After a while I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom up. They had left some pot. With a tinge of guilt I hid it in one of my drawers rather than throw it away. With the sun still out I wandered my house without purpose, I was still fairly high, and completely naked. They'd been gone for about a half hour when I began getting horny. I don't know where it came from, probably the fact that I WAS high and naked. The pot was wearing off. I ended up masturbating and making myself dinner. Then I smoked a little more pot, and masturbated again! The boys never did come to check on me, and I fell asleep naked in bed at ten pm. ___ ____ ___ The following day I woke up tired and out of it. I hadn't heard my husband come in, but he was asleep beside me. I climbed into the shower and tried to get myself motivated for work. I was scared. I took forever trying to find something to wear. I wasn't sure whether to dress ultra conservative to discourage them, or slightly more revealing to avoid angering them. In the end I dressed fairly normally by my standards. A calf length corduroy skirt, with a cream colored blouse that buttoned up too high to show anything much less cleavage. I basically hid in my classroom all day, I was afraid to see them in the halls. I stared at all my students petrified someone knew. Finally the class with Martin came about after lunch. Aside from staring at me he said nothing, did nothing. The suspense was wreaking havoc on me. Dean was in my last class of the day. He came in and asked how I was doing today, a little sarcastically, but not enough for anyone to notice. I said good thanks and he took a seat. He didn't do or say anything either. No one did. The weekend came and went then a week had gone by with nothing. I finished the pot that had been left at the house. Things were back to a tense normal for me. It had been almost two weeks. Then it happened. Right after school, Martin and Joe met Dean at my classroom. Dean lingered and was the last student. Martin and Joe came in and shut the door behind them. "What are you doing?" I asked. My voice wavered terribly. They approached my desk crowding in behind it. "Don't worry Mrs. G We won't get you in trouble." Dean said. "What are you doing after school today?" He whispered leaning over me. "Your husband works tonight doesn't he?" "Yes." I said quietly. "Wanna' get high this afternoon?" Martin asked quietly and laughed. "What Martin meant is, you're hanging out with us this afternoon, at your house." Dean said. "Leave school, go straight home, leave the backdoor open, we'll be over soon." "What time does your husband get home?" Joe asked. "He's working a double." I said. "He won't be home 'till morning, probably nine." I silently cursed myself for not lying. "Great!" Dean said, he was far too close to me. "Remember, when we walk out this door, you go home, and leave the backdoor open." I drove home and went in the house leaving my work on the kitchen table. My knees were weak. I had worn a pair of slacks, and a blouse today. I poured a glass of wine to calm my nerves. The back door comes in off the back deck between the kitchen and living room. I was leaning against the counter trying not to panic and sipping my wine. I heard their footsteps on the porch, then a shadow in the window, and then the door opened. There was no pretense, no knock, and no hesitation. The doorknob turned and the door swung loudly open, striking the door-stop. Dean led the charge. "Mrs. G!" He said loudly his eyes settling on me. He strode purposefully towards me. "Are you ready to get high! We've got a hell of a night planned." He walked up until his feet were on either side of mine, his face inches from my own, my lips were trembling and my stomach was in knots. "I don't want to smoke anymore." I whispered. Dean stepped back and reached for my blouse, I moved my hand to stop him and he slapped it away hard. "I don't care, you're smoking anyway, it'll be more fun." He said, as he began unbuttoning my blouse. "Drink your wine Mrs. G." He said. My knuckles tingled slightly where he had slapped them. The whole situation already so out of control was getting more and more dangerous. I nervously swigged a sip of wine, as he reached my slacks and rudely pulled the blouse out to finish unbuttoning it. Then he pushed it open. "You're not resisting Mrs. G." Joe pointed out admiring the sudden exposure of my lacy blue bra. "Would it do me any good?" I asked. A little too much spite loaded into my voice. "Fuck no!" Dean said as he pushed my blouse off, "but it makes it more fun. C'mon we'll smoke on your back porch." The back door opened. "We can't smoke out there!" I hissed. "We'll get caught." "There's a garage in the way on one side and all those trees on the other side, and no one lives high enough to see over your back fence. We're smoking outside." Dean said grabbing me by the arm. A moment later I stumbled over the threshhold and out onto the back deck in slacks and a mostly see through bra. My half empty wine glass was dangling from my fingertips. Dean pulled out one of the chairs around my patio set and basically plopped me into it. The next thing I knew they were all sitting around the glass table and Martin was lighting a joint and taking a large puff from it. "So...Mrs. G, how'd you feel the other day when we had you bare ass naked in your own living room." Joe asked. He then took the joint and a big hit, he spoke quietly somewhat respectfully given the subject matter and the fact we were outside. "Well?..." He said to my silence and I, when he was finished exhaling. Joe passed the joint to Dean. I would be next. I thought about the bra I was wearing, I knew my nipples could be seen through the lace. I thought back to when they had pulled my clothes off on the couch. I remembered Dean pulling me to my feet and facing me towards the couch as though he were displaying me to them. The shame of it rose in my belly. "It made me feel sick." I said quietly. "Like a piece of meat, I felt disgusted." I hung my head. "Really?" Dean said. His tone was so sharp, so mean. I heard him get up. Fear gripped me. "Take a hit or two." He said the joint suddenly being held in front of my face. As I took the joint from his hand, I was beginning to cry again. I put it to my lips with a trembling hand. I inhaled and as I exhaled, Dean reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I began to cough. By the time I was done coughing my bra was laying on the table. Then I felt his hands reaching around me, he grabbed my breasts and began to gently squeeze and knead them. He was lightly pinching my nipples and pulling on them. I shuddered involuntarily. "How do you feel now?" Dean asked. His hot breath against my ear. "Humiliated, please don't do this to me." I said, my whisper still raspy from coughing. My eyes had locked with Martins intensifying the humiliation, as I tried to plead with him trying to use my expression to help me. "Stand up." Dean said. I pushed my chair back as I stood, his hands never left my breasts. "Take another hit then pass the joint to Martin." I took another hit while he continued playing with my nipples. I passed the joint, his hands slid across my belly, his fingernails very lightly raking my flesh, not leaving a mark just the tingling sensation of their passing. "No...." I said as he unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks folding them open. "Don't worry Mrs. G." He said into my ear. "I'm not going to take your pants off yet. That is unless you're wet." His fingers played across the waistband of my matching lacy blue panties. "Here's the deal. I'm gonna' reach right in here and get a GOOD feel. If I hold my finger out to these guys and it's glistening, I'll know you're horny and like what we're doing. If you're dry and no fun to play with you can keep what you're wearing and I'll check again later, with the same rules." He had spoken slowly with raspy breaths that were so hot on my ear. While he had spoken he had teased his fingers over my pelvis, one of his hands returning to my chest to manipulate my breasts. Just listening to him describe where he was about to go drew my attention down there and I could feel the heat and dampness begin collecting, then intensifying as I brought my attention to it. 'Damn it.' I thought. His hand then slipped under my panties. With the hand on my breasts holding me firm he leaned back, lifting me, and causing my pelvis to tilt forward. At first his fingers played lightly in my hair, then his middle finger applied pressure to the top of my pussy. He missed the clit through the hood at first, but grazed it as he pushed the intruding finger down into my folds. I could feel how greasy and slick it was by how easily his finger moved. A shiver ran up my spine when he did make contact with my clitoris. His top knuckle hooked inward slipping into me, and then he slowly pushed it deeper. I could feel him wiggling it around. Trying to get it nice and saturated no doubt. Then he arched his palm to keep my panties from wiping the finger dry as he withdrew it. "MMMHMMM! Mrs. G. Look at that!" I opened my eyes and there two inches from my nose was his middle finger, a droplet of moisture ran slowly down it, my own musky smell filled my nostrils. "YOU; are sopping wet." He said. My upper body was still arched back from the way he was holding me. His right arm was across my body with my left breast firmly in his right hand. My breath was coming in short ragged bursts. I could feel the waistband of my slacks askew. My attention was drawn to Martin and Joe who sat across the table staring at me. "Joe." Dean said. "Mrs. G's pussy is drenched. So she can't tell us she's repulsed by this, why don't you come over here and tug her pants off, we'll let her keep her panties for a few more minutes." I could only watch in horror as Joe got up, I squirmed a little against Dean's grip on me, he responded by tracing a slow circle around my nipple as he held me. Joe knelt down before me and grabbed my pants. He then slid them down unceremoniously. When he got to the bottom he grabbed my calf, I obligingly lifted my foot so he could slide my shoes off and tug the pant free from my leg. He did the other the same way. As Joe stood he dragged a finger up my leg and upon reaching my crotch cupped it through my panties his finger settling against my pussy and pushing in. He wiggled it pushing the crotch of my panties into me for several seconds before finally stopping. When he was done he stepped back and looked down at his handy-work. "Holy shit!" He laughed. Dean let go of me and walked around to look and I looked down too. They all snickered at me. There was a very distinctive wet spot encompassing the whole deep camel toe that Joe had just given me. I reached to fix it and Dean slapped my hand away. My fingers again tingled a little from the suddenness of the slap. "Leave it, let's go inside Mrs. G." Dean said. With Dean and Joe ahead of me, and Martin behind me. I walked back into the house, padding lightly on bare feet. I had been wearing open-toed sandals before my disrobing. My slacks and Bra were still on the deck, my discarded blouse greeted me as I entered the kitchen. I had only had a couple of puffs of marijuana, but it combined with the wine was beginning to get to me. Dean and Joe spilled onto the couch and continued smoking pot. I heard the back door shut and Martin joined them. The joint, now almost gone was held out to me and I reluctantly took it not thinking about the smell that would seep into my living room. As I stood roughly between my kitchen and living room deeply inhaling from the joint, the fact that I was practically naked in the presence of three 18 year old students was distant and slipping further. "I am so fucking hard right now." Dean said. Martin had begun rolling another joint. "You two smoke that for a few, I'll be back in a few minutes. C'mon Mrs. G." Dean said. Fear gripped me as Dean stood up and held his hand out. My feet reluctantly followed even as my mind raced to come up with an argument or some kind of refusal. He led me up stairs to my own bedroom, once there he shut the door. I watched mesmerized, and horrified as he undid his pants and reached into his boxers pulling out his hard penis. It was big, not enormous, but so hard that I could see his veins straining on its surface. I suppose I knew it was coming out, but like a train wreck I couldn't take my eyes off it. He pushed his pants and boxers down a little way causing his manhood to bob up and down then sat on my bed. "Start sucking Mrs. G." He said, laying back so his bent legs trailed down to the floor and his cock jutted straight up obscenely. "Please don't make me do that." I begged. Dean rolled up to a standing position and taking hold of me by the shoulders began to push me down. At first I offered resistance trying to stand up, I was petrified that he would slap or hit me. His weight became more insistent and I felt myself begin to sink I knew my resistance wouldn't hold. A moment later I was on my knees. The end of his dick was right between my eyes. "No." I said, but it was futilely. I could feel my panties wedged between my pussy lips, I was wet down there and being on my knees caused me to gape slightly, the air felt cool on the moisture. He took it in his hand and began to rub the end on my face. I could feel the sticky trail it was leaving. He rubbed it across my forehead and both cheeks then down to my lips where he began slowly tracing it back and forth. My arms hung limply at my side, for an instant I thought of biting it, of running, but I knew I didn't have it in me. Instead my lips parted and he pushed it in. The bittersweet taste of his precum immediately coated my tongue, and the sweaty taste of his flesh filled my mouth. It was in about two inches and the roundness of his head was cradled in the center of my tongue. "Nice and warm in there Mrs. G., this is gonna' feel awesome high." I could feel his hands in my hair, I realized my eyes were closed. As he began to lightly thrust against my face I found myself moving my tongue and mouth to accommodate the movement. Dean was moaning. Mrs. G's Odyssey Ch. 01 I was by no means an expert at what I was doing. I had only done this for my husband a few times a year, and only a few times total before meeting him. While completely repulsed by what I was doing the sensation of this warm, fleshy, dribbling rod in my mouth was not unpleasant. I was pretty high and it felt and tasted interesting. I nudged it with my tongue and sucked lightly on it feeling it's consistency and weight. For support I found my arms wrapped around Dean's waist. A few minutes passed and I was lost to time. Only when it suddenly tensed up and flooded my mouth with cum did reality come washing back in on me. Literally so to speak. I don't know where I had been mentally, I was far too high, but clearly I had remained focused on the task at hand at some level. I recoiled another blob landing on my face, I had swallowed the first two spurts, and still had a mouthful, it drooled out onto my chin. Dean fell back on the bed moaning as he finished his orgasm. I used my hand to wipe off my face then wiped my hand on the back of my panties. Finally I was able to stand. Looking down at Dean wiping himself off with my sheets, revulsion hit me. For an instant I gagged realizing I had swallowed some of his cum, I forced it back. I could see myself in the mirror above my bureau, my hair was tussled up, my breasts were rising and falling. I could see how askew my panties were, driven up inside me the way they were, dark whisps of pubic hair were visible at the edges. I began again to cry. Dropping back down to my knees I sobbed curling into a ball on the floor of my bedroom. "C'mon." Dean said. He was standing over me. I looked up at him he had put himself back together, and was covered again. "Let's go back downstairs, smoke some more and watch TV. Maybe get dinner, I'm hungry." Rage filled my stomach. "Get out of my house!" I hissed angrily. Forcing myself to stand. Dean took a half step back as I berated him. "You can't do this to me! All of this is wrong! I'm married, this whole thing is OVER! You've had enough, LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled. Panting I stood staring at him glowering with anger. Dean stood staring back at me, with each second that passed my words carried less weight. Rather than dignify me with a response, Dean began walking around my room. He went to the bureau with the mirror above it, my bureau. He began picking through the make-up and knick-knacks. Then he opened the top drawer. My underwear drawer! He began pulling out all my bras and panties and tossing them on my bed. Some of the smaller ones he gave an approving grunt to. "Mrs. G, we should start telling you what to wear to school." Dean said. He held up a small lacy black thong. "It would be so hot knowing you were wearing this under your skirt in class." He said. "We should go downstairs smoke some more, and chill. At some point, I think you owe Martin, and Joe some relief too." I was still standing roughly in the middle of my room. I was still angry, but beyond that I was feeling utterly helpless, my tirade was all that I had. Dean knew it and by not even dignifying me with a response he was taking everything from me. "C'mon Mrs. G time to go back downstairs." Dean said. Grabbing me by my armpit he hefted me towards the door and I once again went into autopilot. I was very high and light headed, most of the hallway and stairs were a daze, then I found myself standing in the living room again. Martin and Joe were looking at me hungrily, and their pants were visibly bulging. I blushed realizing that I had actually looked at their crotches to be sure. "Mrs. G has been officially broken in." Dean said smugly. "I think it's time she gave up her panties." I half heard what he was saying. "What'd you do?" Martin asked. "Made her blow me." Dean said. My face went absolute crimson. My eyes immediately shot to the floor. "Mrs. G I told you to lose the panties." Dean repeated to me. My head was buzzing, awkwardly I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I was suddenly aware that they were still snugged into my crotch. My body was tingling from the pot and exposure. Here they were demanding my last article of coverage, the last of my protection. This would leave me naked before them. I began tugging the panties down. They snagged in my pussy. The sensation of the material against my lips and clit was causing me to tingle down there severely. Gradually I pulled them down. The waistband was almost to my knees when the gusset in the crotch finally began to slip out of my folds. I looked down at my glistening lips, they pouted open slightly as they settled back into place. I lifted my feet one at a time and stood up with the panties balled in my right fist, while my left subconsciously slipped across my abdomen as though I were smoothing out my pubic hair. So there I was once again standing naked in front of my students in my own living room. This time I had at least groomed myself, of course this time I also still had the slimy taste of cum in the back of my mouth. I made a face thinking about it, and must have opened my mouth trying to clear the aftertaste. Dean laughed. "Got a funny taste in your mouth Mrs. G?" Dean asked cruelly. I instantly shut my mouth and looked down at the floor. Dean walked up and took my balled up panties from me. "Open your mouth." Dean said. I looked up at him fearfully. His eyes held no question that he expected to be obeyed. I opened my mouth. "Stick out your tongue." He said. I did. Then he took my panties and flipped them open turning the crotch out, I could see how wet they were. He used the crotch of my panties, the inside of it to wipe my tongue for several seconds then stuffed the panties into my mouth crotch first. "OMG, make her stay like that!!" It was Joe, I looked up to see him frantically getting his phone out. A moment later he held it out and no doubt took a bunch of pictures of me, naked with my panties stuck in my mouth. My shame was getting worse by the moment. How had I gotten myself into this. "I'm next!" Joe said. "You guys wanna' get a pizza or something?" Joe stood up and approached me. He reached out and grabbed my hand. "C'mon Mrs. G." He said. My feet moved on their own, I walked back up stairs and back into my own bedroom. Joe shut the door behind him and began feeling me up. He grabbed my breasts and massaged them. I didn't know what to do. Then he slid his hand down and began rubbing my pussy. It was more exploratory than actually stimulating, but there was something intensely erotic about the unabashed nature of it. I for my part stood with my arms at my side letting him manipulate me. I was high and shell-shocked at that point. A few moments went by and his fingers (two of them) slid out of me, I realized I had spread my legs slightly to accommodate one then two of his digits. Joe went over to the bed and pulled his pants down, he kicked his shoes off as an afterthought and took them (his pants) all the way off. Then he lay down on the bed. (MY bed) His cock was big and thick, it stuck straight up into the air. "Mrs. G." Joe said, "C'mon over here." I walked over to the bed, knowing what was coming. My mind at that time was reeling, I had a dozen things to say, I wanted to yell to scream, yet here I was naked in my room with one of my students. He knew what he wanted, and I knew it was expected of me. I had already tried arguing and it hadn't worked. I crawled onto the bed drawn to awareness of how obscene my ass must look from behind. Without panties the spectacle of what was on display at the moment, what was gaping open had me blushing. Then I felt air cooling the moisture and heat that had spread from my sopping pussy out to my asshole. On my knees I got up beside Joe. He raised his head slightly to watch as propping myself on my elbows I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his penis. My mouth was dry from the weed, as I leaned forward, I could see a dollop of moisture on the tip of Joe's cock. The head was round and full; I descended taking it into my mouth. I dragged my tongue over the droplet feeling it's slick texture. "Ohhhh yeah." Joe hissed. From the corner of my eye I could see his raised face and knew that he was watching me. Here in the privacy of the bedroom I shared with my husband, I was completely naked on my knees bent over the penis of a student! I flipped between revulsion and something far more sinister. As disgusted as I was with myself, that sickening feeling in my stomach, the obscenity and depravity that I was committing, every fiber of me knowing how wrong, how immoral this was, how much of a filthy slut I was being treated like. I was VERY aroused. If you asked me later how I felt I would say trapped, I would say used, I would almost say forced or raped, but at that moment, on that bed, naked on my knees with my ass stuck out and my legs spread so I could feel my pussy lips separating, I felt every vein in that penis as they dragged across my tongue and lips and I hungrily went after it. Joe didn't last very long, but with his fingers curled in my hair he held me fast as he grunted and came filling my mouth with his semen. I swallowed letting it thickly coat my throat and temporarily alleviate the cotton mouth I was experiencing. After several seconds Joe let go of my head. He continued to pant slightly for a minute or so as I slumped on the bed beside him. Finally I got up and went back downstairs. Joe was slow to recover. Back in the living room, Martin and Dean had another joint. They laughed as they lit it. "Mrs. G." Dean said. "Hit this, your buzz should be fading by now." I wordlessly took the joint, and naked in my living room I inhaled deeply. Behind me I heard Joe shuffling down the stairs. "We gotta' get some food." Dean said. "I'm gonna' call Michelle and get her to bring some." It took a second to grasp what he was saying as I finished my second hit and gave the joint to Joe who had his hand out for it. "What?" I said flatly, the cobwebs parting momentarily. "Michelle, she hangs out with us all the time. We told her we had a chick that would do whatever we told her, we just didn't tell her who. You know her though she's in you third period class." Dean said. "She's one of us and wouldn't say anything. She already swore not to tell that we had a girl on the side." The way he was talking about me was making me nauseous. "You said, you wouldn't tell anyone." I said glumly, the tone of defeat was too clear. "Get over yourself." Joe said. "You just blew two of us, and Martin's next, you're in no position to argue about whose in charge. Besides we said we wouldn't get you in trouble, and we won't. I'm gonna' call Michelle, why don't you go take care of Martin before the food gets here." My eyes fell to Martin, who was clearly hard as a rock, and tenting his jeans. The look on his face was expectant, but I don't think he would've had the nerve to ask himself. "I don't want to do this anymore." I said. "Good thing it's not up to you." Dean answered. "Go upstairs and get on your knees in front of the bed, wait for Martin to come upstairs." He paused and I stood there swaying, and getting more high by the second. "NOW Mrs. G." Dean said. His words startled me and I found myself obeying. In my room I knelt facing the bed at its foot. A moment later Martins timid footsteps padded into the room. I heard him undoing his pants and wrinkling them off. There was a clink as his belt hit the floor. Then he slid in front of me sitting at the edge of the bed. I knew what was expected of me and performed my duties without saying a word. Martin was shaking the whole time. I think I may have been his first. As he came he panicked and had spasms, pulling his cock out of my mouth and shooting semen all over my face. I remained half kneeling half bent over the bed. His hands were on my head the whole time. "Sorry Mrs. G." Martin said sheepishly. His hands went slack and slid to the bed by his side as he lay back on it. I got up went into my bathroom and cleaned the sticky mess off me. Streaking my make-up more in the process. When I came out Martin had already gone downstairs. "Mrs. G!" Dean called up. "Where are you!?" His tone made me jump it was so demanding. "What?" I called emerging from my bedroom and rounding the corner to come down the stairs. My voice had certainly wavered. "Michelle should be here in about ten minutes, I was wondering what was keeping you. Are you still pretty fucked up and high?" Dean asked. I nodded, my eyes were puffy and heavy, my skin felt tingly all over. "Here I refilled your wine. Drink it, it'll get rid of the cum taste." Dean said handing me my wine glass from earlier, it was refilled to the top. I took the glass and raised it to my lips. The wine was not particularly refreshing with my mouth dry from the weed, but the taste and texture was mesmerizing. As I sipped it Dean reached around from behind me and squeezed my breasts. Then he began playing with my nipples. I lowered the wine glass from my lips, one arm crooked to hold the wine the other limp at my side I stood frozen. Dean's exploration traveled from my breasts to my stomach, then lower yet. With Martin and Joe looking on Dean's fingers tousled my pubic hair, it was slightly darker than the curly hair on my head, and a little less red. My hair is auburn reddish brown, but between my legs it was brownish black. I knew what was coming as he slipped a finger over my clitoris and then slid it between my lips. Behind me he had scooted up and I could feel his new hard-on in the cleft of my bared buttocks. My pussy was so wet...his finger slid with ease down that crease. I gasped a little when he plunged it into me, it hooked upwards as he did so I involuntarily raised up onto my tip toes slightly. The way I stood up caused his palm to press against my clit and the combination of being high, naked for so long and forced to do what I had already done caused me to suddenly come. I cannot explain it, but I had an instant orgasm, that fell off just as I crossed the threshold. My breath was still ragged and coming in short gasps, as Dean angled his hand and literally dug his finger deeper into me. The full length of his middle finger now penetrated me as I stood facing the other two boys. I was already up on my toes, so when Dean used his other hand on my chest, cupping a breast as he pulled my upper body back the result was my pelvis thrust forward. He pushed his own hips forward and leaned back showing them how invasive his finger was in my pussy. He began to draw it in and out of me. I pushed against him trying to stand flat on the ground trying to lean forward. Then I felt him wriggle in another finger! I could actually feel him opening me up. In and out in and out, his fingers were just flexing. He was seeing how deep he could go, then he'd wiggle his fingers and separate them slightly. I heard a car out front then a car door. Then running footsteps on my front porch. Dean turned me towards the front door, which was at the bottom of the stairs and only a few feet away. His fingers were still in me. There was a knock at the door. "Come in. It's open!" Dean said, while holding me out more and making my pelvis stick out further. The door burst open; and there was Michelle, a girl from my third period class. Her eyes were huge. "Oh my GOD I knew that was Mrs. G's car!" She said, as she looked me over, her eyes drifted down across my body, which was bawdily displayed to her, then came up and met my gaze. I instantly looked down in shame. "Oh my god you're fingering a teacher!" Michelle said then she began to laugh. She set a big bag of McDonald's on the coffee table, "Whose got weed?" She said still snickering. "We already had her give all of us blowjobs." Dean said. "She did it!" Michelle said her eyes again getting huge. She had taken the bag of marijuana and was deftly rolling a joint. Dean gently slid his fingers out of me, and lowered me to the floor. "Yeah she did. She's fucking baked out of her mind too!" Dean said and began digging through the bag. He fished out a double cheeseburger and opened it up. "I'm starving." Michelle lit the joint and took a deep drag. Joe and Martin sat looking on. "Wow, so I'm getting an A in History!" Michelle said, she was looking at me intensely from head to toe. "She's got a good body for a teacher." She said after exhaling her second hit. "She's wicked hot." Dean said. "Mrs. G spin for Michelle, let her see your ass." I slowly turned giving a full slow spin. "That's awesome!" Michelle said. "You like it?" Dean asked. "Unreal!" Michelle answered. "Mrs. G, just turned in a circle to show off her fuckin' body to me!" "You like having her show herself to you?" Dean asked, the question was clearly something of a dare to Michelle. Martin and Joe dug into the bag of McDonald's. My stomach lurched and I realized I was hungry, while not a huge fan of McDonald's the smell and my intoxicated stoned state made it very appealing. Dean must have seen me eyeing the bag. "Are you hungry Mrs. G?" Dean asked. I could hear the cruel edge in his voice. I nodded. I glanced over at Michelle to see her reaction to his obvious dominance of me. She was watching the exchange raptly. "You can eat, but you have to sit on the coffee table with your legs open the while time." Dean said, he motioned towards the coffee table. Michelle snickered a little. "Hurry up and sit!" I sat as quickly as I could and opened my legs. At this point I was sitting across from Michelle and Joe. Martin was off to my left on the chair. Michelle took another big drag of pot, and then looked down between my legs. I hung my head shamefully. "Wow Dean she's fuckin' WET!" Michelle said laughing. "Mrs. G, look at your pussy! It's all open, and even your thighs around it are wet." I didn't want to look, but my eyes were already downcast it was hard not to glance. She was right I could see the moisture, I could see the way my lips hung open from Dean's aggressive pawing. "Haha!" Dean laughed. "You checkin' out Mrs. G's pussy!" Dean laughed walking over to look down at my crotch as well. I felt so violated and on display, but I didn't dare close my legs. Dean handed me a cheeseburger, and I unwrapped it and took a big bite, not daring to look up at them, not wanting to see them leering at what I was displaying to them. "You should touch it." Dean said to Michelle. My stomach clenched up, waiting to hear what this exchange would lead to. "You just wanna' see me touching another woman's pussy." Michelle laughed. "Yeah! Your point is." Dean said. "I'll think about it." Michelle giggled. "We could make her eat you out." Dean said. "Yeah, you think I'd let you guys watch even if I let her do it." Michelle said. "Yeah I bet you would." Dean said. "You let us see your tits that time we were all baked." "Yeah that was just that once though." Michelle said. I glanced up at her, she was blushing a little, and had just finished the burger she was eating. "C'mon." Dean said, "I gotta' see you touch it. Mrs. G, tell Michelle you want her to touch your pussy." Dean said to me, he nudged my shin with his foot. "Ple-ase, touch m-m-y pussy." I said meekly the last part trailing off in a whisper. I was shaking. The bites of burger I had just eaten were sitting in my stomach like stones. In horror I watched as Michelle stretched her hand out between my legs. I don't think she moved particularly slowly, but the painstaking detail that I can still remember it in, made it seem like an ETERNITY. Yet I was powerless to move, powerless to speak, powerless to do anything other than watch as this 18 year old girl extended her hand, with it's black painted nails, slowly it got closer my legs were open, my wet pussy open and waiting. My pubic hair was like a beacon pointing the way to something that shouldn't be exposed.