Straight Female / 26
Grateful Victim Of A Gang Attack
First, I want to make something clear. I like MEN. Big, muscular, adult, men with big cocks.
OK so now that I got that out of the way, here is my story.
I am a high school English teacher and I specialize in remedial English. That is to say, I take on students who have very poor grades and I attempt to turn them into good students. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail. Mostly I succeed. I went to a state college and got my Bachelors in education then my teaching certificate then I taught English for a year and found most of my students had poor English skills. I taught 11th and 12th grade English and Most of my students operated on a sixth grade level. Thus is the condition of inner city schools. So I went back to school to obtain my masters in special education and now I'm back at the age of 26 but teaching only tenth graders, mostly boys.
One of the problems I have encountered is the students don't respect the teachers. They pretty much do what they want. Also there is a lot of gang activity in the school and I'm not exactly a big girl. I'm four feet ten inches tall and I don't think I weigh even 80 LBS fully clothed. So I am very slender. I also have long blond hair which I normally wear in a pony tail. And I wear a skirt and blouse every day because I feel it makes me look professional.
But right away from the start, first day of school the boys were whistling and making rude harassing comments. I let it slide and I should not have but I wanted to develop a good rapport with my students. That didn't work. So here it is, September is almost over and this past Friday, after school I was on my way out to the parking lot when I was jumped by five of my male students. They dragged me behind a dumpster where nobody else would be around and they held me down. One put a towel over my mouth as I tried to scream. The others held my arms and legs. One pulled up my skirt exposing my panties. He took out a knife and sliced it right off me and flung it aside. Then he got on top of me, unzipped himself and just rammed it inside me. I was grateful that the fifteen year old did not have a fully adult penis yet. It was barely five inches and maybe an inch thick. He slid it in and our and unlike a lot of boys took a long time to cum. Then he did, right inside me then he just laid there on top of my his face against mine breathing heavy.
One problem though. I liked what he did. He was gorgeous. Pretty face, almost feminine, lean and he smelled nice. Then another one took his turn and he came in about two minutes then the third one and fourth and finally the last one and he took the longest and was also the biggest having one that was over seven inches and fairly thick but by then I'd been comfortably stretched and I took all of him to my surprise. He was on me for almost half an hour while the others held me down. None of them needed to though. I would have willingly submitted to the rest of them after that first one did me. But they held me down nonetheless. Each one of them said the usual things that such guys say when they are doing something like this to a woman. "yeah baby you know you like it like this..." and so on. And they were all right. I absolutely loved every bit of it. Friday afternoon was the best sex I have ever had.
Now is my dilemma. Yes they forced me. I stopped trying to fight them off after the first one. I just laid there limp hoping each one was as good as the first and they were and in fact the last one was the best one of all. My only disappointment was none of them made me suck on their dicks. And they were all fifteen and sixteen years old. If this was consensual I would go to jail. It was not. I begged them to stop a hundred times but I didn't mean a word of it. I honestly hoped they would all go again. I want them to do this again. I want them to take me prisoner and keep me some place and use me over and over. But I won't. I will not be going to the parking lot alone again. I will park closer to the building. I will be more careful. I will do nothing to encourage a repeat. Because if I deliberately let them, then I become the monster. But I absolutely will not tell anyone what they did. Not out of fear but out of gratitude. And not so secretly, I hope they find a way to defeat my precautions and do me even better next time.
Well, it's time to go to work now. In a few hours I will be teaching my attackers English and hopefully they will start applying themselves to their study. But at the moment I am looking at my clothes laid out and I am torn, the short dress or the short skirt...
OK so now that I got that out of the way, here is my story.
I am a high school English teacher and I specialize in remedial English. That is to say, I take on students who have very poor grades and I attempt to turn them into good students. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail. Mostly I succeed. I went to a state college and got my Bachelors in education then my teaching certificate then I taught English for a year and found most of my students had poor English skills. I taught 11th and 12th grade English and Most of my students operated on a sixth grade level. Thus is the condition of inner city schools. So I went back to school to obtain my masters in special education and now I'm back at the age of 26 but teaching only tenth graders, mostly boys.
One of the problems I have encountered is the students don't respect the teachers. They pretty much do what they want. Also there is a lot of gang activity in the school and I'm not exactly a big girl. I'm four feet ten inches tall and I don't think I weigh even 80 LBS fully clothed. So I am very slender. I also have long blond hair which I normally wear in a pony tail. And I wear a skirt and blouse every day because I feel it makes me look professional.
But right away from the start, first day of school the boys were whistling and making rude harassing comments. I let it slide and I should not have but I wanted to develop a good rapport with my students. That didn't work. So here it is, September is almost over and this past Friday, after school I was on my way out to the parking lot when I was jumped by five of my male students. They dragged me behind a dumpster where nobody else would be around and they held me down. One put a towel over my mouth as I tried to scream. The others held my arms and legs. One pulled up my skirt exposing my panties. He took out a knife and sliced it right off me and flung it aside. Then he got on top of me, unzipped himself and just rammed it inside me. I was grateful that the fifteen year old did not have a fully adult penis yet. It was barely five inches and maybe an inch thick. He slid it in and our and unlike a lot of boys took a long time to cum. Then he did, right inside me then he just laid there on top of my his face against mine breathing heavy.
One problem though. I liked what he did. He was gorgeous. Pretty face, almost feminine, lean and he smelled nice. Then another one took his turn and he came in about two minutes then the third one and fourth and finally the last one and he took the longest and was also the biggest having one that was over seven inches and fairly thick but by then I'd been comfortably stretched and I took all of him to my surprise. He was on me for almost half an hour while the others held me down. None of them needed to though. I would have willingly submitted to the rest of them after that first one did me. But they held me down nonetheless. Each one of them said the usual things that such guys say when they are doing something like this to a woman. "yeah baby you know you like it like this..." and so on. And they were all right. I absolutely loved every bit of it. Friday afternoon was the best sex I have ever had.
Now is my dilemma. Yes they forced me. I stopped trying to fight them off after the first one. I just laid there limp hoping each one was as good as the first and they were and in fact the last one was the best one of all. My only disappointment was none of them made me suck on their dicks. And they were all fifteen and sixteen years old. If this was consensual I would go to jail. It was not. I begged them to stop a hundred times but I didn't mean a word of it. I honestly hoped they would all go again. I want them to do this again. I want them to take me prisoner and keep me some place and use me over and over. But I won't. I will not be going to the parking lot alone again. I will park closer to the building. I will be more careful. I will do nothing to encourage a repeat. Because if I deliberately let them, then I become the monster. But I absolutely will not tell anyone what they did. Not out of fear but out of gratitude. And not so secretly, I hope they find a way to defeat my precautions and do me even better next time.
Well, it's time to go to work now. In a few hours I will be teaching my attackers English and hopefully they will start applying themselves to their study. But at the moment I am looking at my clothes laid out and I am torn, the short dress or the short skirt...
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