I went to a nice school in a wealthy neighbourhood in Hatfield in Hertfordshire in the UK. I did very well at school and it was the natural choice for my friends and I to go off to University. In my case I so wanted to be a teacher, like the ones I idolised at school. I enjoyed learning and presumed everyone else did. I wanted to use my passion to teach less fortunate kids from poor areas. I'd not actually met many poor people, as all my friends had money. Our world of ponies and posh frocks was a million miles away from ordinary people.

I went off University in Nottingham, and studied French and then started to do my Postgraduate Certificate in Education (PGCE) to become a teacher. As part of my PGCE I had to go on placement to a state girlsâ�ï¿&fra c12; secondary school in the Mapperley and Wells area of Nottingham. The place was a complete dump, the teachers unmotivated and the pupils out of control. I had little control over the classes I taught. They had no interest in French or anything else. My only relief was that I was allowed to take some of the more pleasant young women for netball club. I had played the game all my life and at Uni.

The girls soon I identified that I was posh and easily shocked. They would ask embarrassing questions and make suggestive comments. I had been at the school for about four weeks, and had almost got used to the anarchy, but was losing my desire to teach. What did give me some hope was a girl named Carla, who did want to learn and get away from this depressing area and go to University! She would regularly come to me for help with her work, and actually did her homework well and on time. She was teased a bit by her classmates, and lewd comments were made about her being a lesbian. Graffiti around the school implied we were having an affair! Thankfully this was painted out quickly. The other teachers assured me that this was normal behaviour and laughed at my concerns! Carla also made appoint of telling me that she was not a lesbian, and that the term was just used as a general insult. She informed me that some of the girls using the word had had lesbian experiences, and boasted about them!

On afternoon I was on my own in a classroom preparing for a lesson. A pupils I recognised as being one of the less troublesome ones, rushed in and told that Carla was very upset, and was crying. I asked her to take me to her. We travelled along with long tatty corridors until we reached a room that I had not seen before. It looked like an old storeroom, the kind of place someone would go if they wanted to hide away. Naively I followed the teenager inside. One through the door she pushed it closed. In the corner of the fairly large untidy junk-filled room, was a group of girls. I would indeed hear Carla sobbing. For a moment I was somewhat pleased that these tough girls had a heart and were comforting her.

It was only when I got up to the group and gently pushed my way through, that I realised why she was crying and so upset. Thee evil girls had stripped her completely naked! She was crumpled up on the floor. Her curly long locks no longer tidily tied back in a neat pony tail, but rather dishevelled mess. Her arms crossed over her bare breasts, as she tried to keep some dignity. I instinctively crouched down to comfort her amidst her discarded purple uniform. A put my hand on her naked shoulder, but she did not respond.

Ã¢ï¿½ï ¿½Well, Missâï¿&frac1 2;¦â ;�ï& iquest;½ said the obvious leader of the gang.

âï¿&frac 12;�You must be very turned on seeing your girlfriend naked for the first time� or is it not the first?â�& iuml;¿½ she said laughingly

Her stupid minions all laughed too.

â� �I guess you are wanting to get naked too?Ã¢ï¿ ;½ï¿½ ; she continued

I felt myself getting bother angry and upset.

I canâ�ï&ique st;½t remember exactly what I said, but they ignored me and then began pushing me around between the six of them. My stature and weight was about the same as theirs, a part from their evil leader Vicky, who was a good two dress sizes bigger than me.

I felt a hand grasp the rear of my skirt and pull me backwards. Others hands we grabbing at my breasts. As I fought off this attack, I was unaware that the zip on the side of my skirt had been undone. The skirt fell to my ankles, revelling my naked legs and short-style black knickers!

The girls managed to pull the buttons open on my blue shirt, and soon it too was being pulled from me. My blue bra was pulled from behind and the clasp gave way. That too disappeared, leaving my 34b breasts for all to see. Finally the inevitable occurred my knickers were yanked down, and was pushed to the floor. My knickers ripped from me along with my posh parent leather shoes! I was now as naked at Carla.

The gang were all over me, my legs were pushed wide open and my arms held outwards. I was now spread-eagled on the dirty floor being ogled by the gang! Carla was then dragged to her feet and made to look at her â�ï¿&frac 12;precious teacherâ�ï ;¿½.

Then she was forced to knell between my open legs and touch my breasts, the first person to ever do that! It felt so weird to have a warm trembling hand on my breasts and nipples. The other girls also had a feel and Vicky pinched my nipples, which caused them to become erect.

Vicky then pushed Carla out of the way, who was taken aside by another member of the gang. Four of them continued to hold firmly onto my limbs, whist Vicky positioned herself between my legs. I presumed she was going to continue to play with my breasts. But no, it was my most private place that she had her sights on. Within moments she was stoking my exposed womanhood. Soon she was running her finger between my labia. Finally her head lunged forward and she was licking me! I begged her to stop but she just continued the assault with her tongue. Out of her corner of my eye I could see Carla being mauled by the other girl. Her bare breasts were being squeezed and kissed passionately. The next time I looked she was kissing the girlâ�&iu ml;¿½s exposed breasts, who had conveniently removed her own purple school pullover, white shirt and tie. For an hour or more the two of us had our vaginas probed by fingers and licked by the gang. Neither of us ever having had that happen to us before! Our virginities taken by a gang of naked lesbian girls on a dirty school floor, amidst discarded purple pullovers, black school skirts, white shirts, bras, tights, socks and rubbish!

Finally, I was told it was almost over, I just had to do one last thing. One by one I had to â�ï¿&f rac12;go downâ�ï&ique st;½ on each of the young ladies! I obeyed keen to get the humiliation over. Once I had licked each of the six girls, I then had to do the same to Carla. Finally we were both allowed to dress and leave.

I decided not to become a teacher after all and left the school and my course immediately, and went on to become a translator. As for Carla she left the school, and I found out later, did go on to University and leave Nottingham for good.