Schoolyard Bullies
Copyright© 2026 by virgintsik2
Chapter 1
Date: Sun, May 31, 2026, 15:09
Subject: Re: forced sex.
To: virgin intsik <virgintsik2@gmail.com>
Outside the Schoolyard
The afternoon air was thick and humid, the parking lot nearly empty except for a few cars glinting under the pale sun. I clutched my bag to my chest, walking fast, heels clicking against the asphalt. I just wanted to get home. Shower. Forget.
They were there, leaning against the chain-link fence. Three of them. Mar, DeS, and Tyr. Juniors. They’d been in my classroom, had seen me tremble they knew i got wet when they whispered rude obscene vulgar things to me under their breath when I passed by their seats. Now they had me alone.
“Yo, cunt!” Marcus called out, his voice a lazy drawl. He pushed off the fence, sauntering toward me. “Where you rushin’ off to? Class ended early, huh?”
I kept walking, heart hammering vagina twitching. “I have plans. Leave me alone.”
DeS stepped into my path. He was tall, broad, his dark eyes gleaming with something hungry. “Plans? That’s cold. We was thinkin’ you might wanna hang out. Give us a little ... extra service.”
“Get out of my way.” I spanked him.
Tyrone circled behind me. I felt his heat before his hand landed on my hip, gripping hard. “Nah, I don’t think so. You owe us, teach. After that little show you put on in class? The way you squirmed and got wet when Mar touched your crotch? That was nice.”
I tried to shove him off, but he was solid as concrete. Mar grabbed my wrist, twisting until I gasped. My bag fell, papers scattering.
“Don’t fight it, bitch,” he muttered, dragging me toward the side of the building where the dumpsters hid us from the street. “You know you liked it. Your little pussy got wet, didn’t it? I felt it through your panties.”
“No—I didn’t—let me go—”
DeS laughed, low and cruel. “Yeah, you did. White teachers always act all high and mighty till a real man puts his hands on ‘em. Then they turn into little sluts.”
They pinned me against the brick wall. Rough. The grit scraped through my blouse. Mar yanked my skirt up, his thick fingers digging into my thighs. I kicked, but Tyro grabbed my ankles, spreading them.
“Please,” I whimpered, tears blurring my vision. “Please don’t do this.”
Marc pressed his body against mine, his erection hard through his jeans. He ground against my cunt, mouth at my ear. “Shut up. You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna cum for us. Show us how much you really want this.”