For more than 10 years I have been working as a teacher. I bring up youngsters. I bring up sternly and is considered a strict teacher. It may even be too strict.
The erotic profession is generally unique. Especially if the teacher is a pretty woman. Quite young, but already sexually formed men constantly see a mature attractive woman in front of them. There are many, she is one. That is, it has no rival. Standing at the blackboard, I often have to catch frank glances on myself. You just strip eyes. The feeling is as if you are on the podium. I sometimes feel the skin that excites them much more than girls - classmates.
For their age, interest in sex is higher than any moral. By the way, I have long understood that their width of the hips, the fullness of the legs, and the heaviness of the woman’s chest turn out more than anything. Therefore, the already formed high school students attract them more than pupils of the lower grades. Well, and about the teacher with magnificent forms there is nothing to say.
There are no brains yet, but desire is already going off scale. And there is no fear of punishment either. They are well aware that even minors.
The distance must be maintained constantly. One has only to relax once, forgetting caution, and you are very much at risk of being raped somewhere on the graduation party. And this is at best. At worst, and "omit" can be in full. I heard a lot of such stories. They occur quite often. Although, for obvious reasons, they are not made public. And something I do not recall a single trial, where students would be condemned for like. They always go unpunished.
This graduation class was no different from others. Is that there was in him too many kids rich parents. Well and, naturally, they behaved more untied, than usual pupils. And so, everything seems to be fine.
The last bell rang, and the exams ended. A graduation party was appointed for tomorrow. And then I was invited by the whole class to a party in honor of the end of school. Invited officially and very politely. I categorically began to refuse.
But the guys were all so festive, persuaded so sincerely and not only the boys, but also the girls, that I finally gave up.
Gathered in the evening in the country house of one of my former students. I could not decide what to go. But in the end, she stopped on a strict suit. True, she could not deny herself the pleasure of wearing high-heeled shoes.
With my height of 178, I, perhaps, should be taller than all the guys.
They sent me a car. And so I entered the brightly lit room of the posh house. The fun was in full swing. But I immediately became the center of attention. All rushed to me. Guys crumbled in complements. Girls, as usual, lisped, saying various nonsense. I did not refuse the offered glass of wine. And it became somehow easy and fun. There were toasts. There were dances. The boys invited me to vie. I spun and felt tired.
Quietly leaving the hall, I went wandering around the huge house. Dizzy, apparently drank a little extra. In one of the dark rooms, I sat down on the sofa, blissfully leaning back. Light did not want to turn on.
But to be alone, I failed. The door opened, and three guys entered the room.
In their hands they had glasses and a bottle. They poured wine, clinked glasses and drank.
“Well, where did this bitch go,” I heard the voice of one of my former students. They didn't notice me in the dark.
- Yes! How many years at the board shook her huge tits. I am fighting her from the fifth grade, ”said another.
- Guys! What is her ass! Imagine how many fucks in this ass have been, - joined the third one.
- Today it is necessary to lower it in full. Let the bitch answer for everything - they all shouted together.
I suddenly realized with horror what was being said about me. My heart sank with fear. I froze, afraid to move. And they probably felt that there was someone else in the room besides them. We stopped talking. And ... they saw me. A chandelier flashed.
“I have to go,” trying to appear as calm as possible, I said, and got up from the couch, squinting against the bright light.
- Sit down! - I was roughly pushed and grabbed my arms, pressed to the back of the sofa.
- you what? I will scream! - I was completely confused.
- Ori. Nobody will hear you here, they cut me off.
I sat on the sofa crucified. Two sides firmly held my hands. The third approached and stood opposite.
- Dima, I will complain to your parents, - trying not to lose my composure, I turned to him.
- As you wish. My godfather himself said that it was time for us to fuck his busty teacher. How many years old she jumps at the board, ”he grinned and put his hands on my chest.
- Scum! - I breathed.
“An hour later, bitch, you yourself will beg to be fucked in all holes,” he hissed, squeezed my chest tightly and began to hurt them painfully. I screamed and tried to escape, but I couldn't.
- Oleg! You have always been a good boy, ”I turned to the one on the right, trying for the last time to rationalize these young rascals.
- Dimka! What are you messing about there? - he roughly cut me off and, unceremoniously clutching the hem, jerked me up the skirt all the way to the navel. I squeezed my knees in despair, realizing that I could not cope with them.
And Dima, leaving my breasts, began to pull off my pants. His hands slid over my thighs. After a second, I sat between two puffing youngsters with cowards down below their knees. I was ready to cry from powerlessness. The only thing I could do was squeeze my knees even more. And I was already stroked on the stomach, pinching the pubis, getting to the genital lips, trying to get inside. It was a shame and disgust.
Dima pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket.
“Turn off the bell and turn on the vibration,” he handed it to Oleg. He continued to hold me with one hand, the other began to press the buttons.
- Done, - he returned it to Dima. He pulled out a condom, tore the packaging with his teeth and pulled the condom on the phone.
- And now, bitch, we shove it in your pussy, - he leaned toward me.
- Not!!! - I shivered, squeezing my legs even more.
I squirmed my whole body. Resisted as she could. Screamed when it hurt. I stretched the labia. Fingers inside me. Massaged the clitoris, but did it clumsily and rudely. The vagina was dry, and only thanks to the lubrication of the condom, they somehow, little by little began to shove the phone into me.
- Relax, you fool! It will be easier, - whispered in my ear.
What to do? Where do you go? Burning with shame. Panting from powerlessness. I, not even fully aware of the hopelessness of my position, closed my eyes and doomedly spread my legs to the sides. She pushed her hips, exposing herself. And the phone finally slipped deep into me.
“Raise it,” straightened Dima, puffing up.
I was caught under the arms and put on my feet. Dima pulled my panties and pulled up my skirt.
- And now, dancing! - He smiled contentedly.
- Dimka! Let's see her boobs, - Misha, who was silent before, gave a vote.
- I said dancing! And she will show us boobs later, Dima dismissed.
They pulled me out of my room and led me along the corridor. It was awkward to move. I didn’t be able to walk fast with my feet on my tall heels. It was somehow uncomfortable. But, despite all the disgusting situation, I immediately felt some kind of heat wave down my stomach, beginning to spread throughout my body. And this feeling grew with every step. We walked for a long time. Regardless of prodding and nudging, I just needed at least short stops. The phone inside me behaved as if it were alive, pushing in all directions. This is a strange sensation, when, involuntarily, one has to be excited beyond your desire.
When I entered the hall, I was already quite wet. Twilight reigned. Only a few candles lit the hall. Sounded smooth music. Moved to dance couples. Nobody paid any attention to us.
- Vera Sergeyevna, my first dance, - Dima hugged me by the waist. The rest went to the side. We began to move smoothly. Whether I wanted to or not, the excitement in me continued to grow. I have already ceased to oppose him. It was hard for me to breathe.
And here I got a phone vibrator. It is evident that one of them called. I had a sweet cramp. I screamed and straightened sharply, leaning my chest on Dima. He barely kept me. I felt myself dripping. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my whole body against him. I was shaking. I was already half a step away from the orgasm, when, suddenly, the phone turned off. I would probably have fallen if Dima hadn't kept me. Taking a breath, I peeked around. It seems no one noticed.
- Well, bitch, did you like it? - quietly whispered Dima in my ear.
“Yes,” I replied, not understanding anything.
I did not have time to say this when the phone vibrated in me again. I was pounded again.
- Get me out of here. I can not more. I'll scream now, I prayed.
- Not. You ask, as it follows, to fuck you in all holes - he firmly pulled me to him.
- Ebite, as you like, just take me away sooner - I myself did not know what I was doing.
Dima led me to the exit from the hall. And the phone kept vibrating and vibrating in me.
At the door, Oleg and Misha joined us. They grabbed my arms and dragged me down the corridor. Releasing vulgar jokes, they called and called from their phones. The return trip seemed ten times longer. I moaned loudly, no longer restraining myself. And when they entered the room, she fell on her knees and burst into tears.
I was immediately picked up and started to undress, throwing things in all directions. There was no strength to resist. A minute later I was left in my shoes. When the panties were pulled off, the hated phone finally slipped out of me, falling to the floor. My tormentors were already naked too. They pounced on me like hungry beasts.
My condition can be described in one phrase. It was a solid orgasm. Extreme excitement mixed with pain and the fact that these youngsters are doing with me brought me to a sexual hysteria. I screamed and howled, absolutely not holding back. I wanted more! More! Deeper! Sick! Remember all this now, I can only individual episodes.
... Having thrown a leg, I climb on the supine. I grab his hard penis with my hand and send it to the vagina myself. With a cry, I drop abruptly, setting myself deep. And they are already pushing me in the back, forcing me to bend over and bend over. I feel how ruthlessly pushing my buttocks. On dry member of the anus enters tearing pain. They do it ineptly, but very energetically. I shout not in my own voice. My head is thrown back, clutching my hair. And the member is already in the throat, making it difficult to breathe ...
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... And throughout all this time they do not stop beating me, strongly slapping my palms on the buttocks and back. Weigh voiced slaps. Constantly plagued my chest, squeezing them so that his eyes climb from the orbits. It hurts the nipples ...
... Member for member in my mouth. And everyone tries to shove as deep as possible into the throat. I choke, coughing. And suck, suck, suck. I have to swallow and swallow so as not to choke to death.
... Streams of sperm, elastic streams periodically beating in the face, flow down over the shoulders, chest, abdomen.
Drying up, sperm terribly tightens the skin on the cheeks.
... And I finish, I finish, I finish. I lost the expense of orgasms. And then pressing fatigue. Indifference to everything. But I, as a wound-up automaton, had to work for a long time, until these villains got fucked up.
I woke up, feeling the body cold tile floor. It was a bathroom. Already here, someone finally finished between my breasts, and the last portion of sperm hung over me, stretched.
Then they wanted to wash me. Wash like any horse. They put cancer and, pouring shower, began to rub my back, stomach, chest. And all this with jokes. With slaps. Washed outside and inside, fingers penetrating the vagina and anus.
I was so exhausted and devastated that even the humiliating procedure of dressing in front of these juvenile freaks that followed was a little touched. They sat on the couch contented and well fed and watched me dress.
Ignoring them, I threw on my bra and, twisting my arms, fastened the hooks on my back. Took panties. But, right there, getting up from the sofa, Dima came up to me and pulled them out of my hands.
“You’ll come to a prom in a dress without panties,” he shoved them into his pocket. I was, wanted to argue.
“You want us to call the others and start again,” he threw me a skirt. I began to dress indifferently ...
A rare woman in her life succeeds in avoiding at least an attempt at violence. And what can we say about a high school teacher. This is the most that neither is at risk.
It is even difficult to imagine the degree of tension in sexual desire in a young man overcoming puberty. The blood just boils. He is sometimes unable to resist his instincts. And spring dizzy. Plus alcohol. And under certain circumstances he can go to a desperate act.
The rape of an adult woman by teenagers is a horror fact of the beyond. Especially rape students of their teacher, who brought them up for many years. Moreover, they do it cruelly, usually in a group and often in a very perverted form.
The nightmare that I had to endure over time was not something to be forgotten. Somehow blunted. And what can you do? Well, do not go crazy? To live is necessary. Humbled. Even some strange feeling of guilt is left. It was as if it happened because I myself did something wrong.
And here is a wild excitement, mixed with humiliation. Extreme sexual tension caused by pain. Stormy orgasms, beyond mental abilities. It remains. Everything is forgotten. And it remains. And the worst thing is that to ordinary sex, I am now cold.