Chapter 5

This time I was not taking any chances. The thoughts and visions I had of being accosted by my fellow teachers was to much. I watched the clock and with a few minutes to go I started walking to my destination unsure what awaited me. my bigger curiosity was why the girls? It seemed logical to use the boys locker room but any time it was referenced it was always the girls locker room. Right now what mattered was me knowing I was going on my own free will to avoid an altercation down the road. I was going without be forced knowing it meant I would be subjected to sex in one form or another. I didn’t want to screw around with them, but that gnawing inside that I refused to let out said I needed to.

I was rounding the corner in the basement when I caught a glimpse of someone. It startled me and caused me to stop. If it had been any of the boys in school I might not have cared but it wasn’t, it was a female student and that had to standing alone wondering if she came down here not knowing or had she been a part of it all along?

I hesitated because this came unexpected. Even that part of me that wanted this was uneasy about seeing a girl entering the room. I had to think this through now, everything just changed in the blink of an eye. I began to sweat as I leaned against the wall. I was already two minutes late and every second I stood here meant me being taken again and not by students. Maybe it was nothing, maybe she went in this way and left in the back by the showers. I made myself believe she was passing through and not inside still. I went in the locker room and had an eerie feeling something here was bad. Something that happened in here I didn’t want to know. By then it was too late, I was here and I wasn’t alone.

I knew the room well, changing benches in the front, showers in the rear, and two coaches offices, one located on each wall. On the benches I found the boys, some from before, some new faces. What was disturbing was behind the boys were a handful of girls. I counted five, all of whom I recognized. I was speechless and immobilized in place. What have I let myself get involved with?

The boys were calling out to me, treating me like some skank brought in off the street to entertain at a filthy stag party. The name calling was the worse. Hearing them saying Mrs. B stands for Mrs. Blowjob or calling me an outright whore. One said my new name should be Mrs. C for cunt. I was harassed and made fun of for having really big tits and I hairy pussy. I felt humiliated as the girls just looked on. They didn’t speak but when the boys circled me they were not far behind.

My clothes were removed and I was pawed over. Small mouths sucking my tits, small hands playing with my pussy. I couldn’t stop them, if I closed my eyes and forgot girls were here I would let them take me but the girls troubled me. I was taken to the benches where I sat and had hard cocks pointed in my direction. Sitting on both sides of me were girls and as the first entered my mouth, they too enjoyed their classmates. All of us were sucking cocks and that made me feel better. When I had a free minute I watched them and I was getting turned on as they took load after load in their pretty mouths. It made me suck my share with more hunger. When it was time for me to kneel on the floor and bend over the bench I so wanted to watch the girls get fucked with me. They stared and studied my face as I took my share. They moved behind me as one would leave and watch cum seeping from my fresh fucked hole. I listened to their whispers among each other. What I heard amazed me.

The girls were there as students to the students. It was their version of sex education and the boys were teaching them how to fuck and I was their demonstrating model as the case were. I didn’t know if I should be embarrassed, humiliated, or honored. The girls didn’t look at me with disgust as the boys did. they didn’t call me name, slap my ass so hard and so often they left lasting marks, they observed. Now I actually felt better, nothing I feared was going to happen. The girls must have graduated cock sucking class because all five enjoyed plenty with me but not one had as much as loosened a button where I was nude. If that was their extent I would continue with my protest but secretly loving the feeling of those young pretty girls watching me take their future boyfriends before they did. I liked that, taking them first made it possible to look them in the eye and smile as I felt myself fucked endlessly in their presence.

I was all set to finish this less than horrible event when the bog door to the locker room slammed and everyone scattered. I was helpless in the middle of the room with my wet pussy telling all. It was Miss Davenport, the coach. She stormed in and walked right up to me and said who brought her here? nobody answered and boy was she pissed off. She continued to ask the same question and when not a soul came forward she made the girls come forward.