- When I Was A Kid -
Straight Female / 25
A Very Physical Education
When I was 14, a thing happened during our swim unit for PE.
Our gym teachers were a couple of big, buff guys around 25-30. One day, we had a free swim for the whole period instead of the usual laps and instruction. We wore our own swimsuits. The school dress code made girls who wore bikinis cover up with a T-shirt for modesty.
As class was ending, our teachers removed their polo shirts and got in the pool and horsed around with us kids, splashing and dunking us. One of them grabbed and dunked me. When I came up for air, he peeled my wet T-shirt off, and tossed it out of the pool, exposing my pink bikini and thin pale body. My top was this little pink pushup-style bra, and I had bigger boobs than most girls, so the boys all checked out my scandalous cleavage that school policy prohibited me from showing. Then my teacher dunked me again.
The other teacher blew his whistle, meaning class was dismissed and we should get showered and dressed before the bell rang to change classes.
As my classmates left the pool and headed for the showers, I swam over to the side of the pool to fetch my T-shirt which ended up under the scoreboard. I reached the ladder and started to climb out when my teacher pulled me back into the water. “We’re not done with you yet,” he said.
“I’ll be late for class.”
“I’ll write you a pass,” he said, his arms wrapped around my ribcage, pulling me out into deeper water. He dunked me again, lunging onto my back, pushing me down under his weight. He didn’t let me come right up, making me struggle against him. When I finally resurfaced, he laughed as I gulped for air. The other teacher stood right in front of me, watching my chest rise and fall as I fought to catch my breath.
“Just building up your lungs, Sweetie,” the teacher behind me said.
“Her lungs look well developed to me,” the other one said. Then HE dunked me.
Alone with my two teachers, they wrestled me in the water, dunking me repeatedly. I’d come up, barely catch a breath and one of them would jump on me, sending me down again. Grappling with them was exhausting and awkward—their big biceps or forearms would dislodge one or both my boobs from my top, and I had to keep pushing them back into their cups while squirming to escape my teacher’s grip and fighting to resurface for my next breath. They had a free period before their next class and I feared I’d drown by then. I was out of breath, exhausted and ready to cry. Then one of them wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to the side of the pool, pinning my back to the tiles, and shocked me by kissing me on the mouth.
“You’re one fine piece of ass,” he said, kissing me again.
“I have a boyfriend,” I said, still breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
He ignored my relationship status, giving me another kiss and unhooking my bikini top, spilling my boobs once and for all.
I was scared, but also attracted to him. Both teachers were good-looking, with big, strong bodies. He peeled my bottoms off, and then his trunks, and resumed kissing me, both of us naked except for the whistle lanyard around his neck. He sucked on my boobs and I enjoyed the warmth of his mouth, his hand going between my legs. I shivered, and not just from the cold, chlorinated water. Then he pried my thighs apart, drove himself deep into me and fucked me hard against the side of the pool. I just hung onto him, my arms around his neck, taking it. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had sex with my boyfriend. We wouldn’t even have Sex Ed class until spring semester.
“I’m not on the pill or anything,” I said, receiving his thrusts with breathless gasps, and he grunted what I hoped was some acknowledgment. I came first, my whole body shaking, and he came a while later, shooting his semen deep into me, in spite of what I’d just told him.
“Been wanting to do that all semester,” he whispered in my ear, giving me one last kiss before pulling out.
I thought things were over, but then my other gym teacher took his place, his trunks already removed. He pinned me to same spot. “Sharing is caring,” he said with a smile and a kiss, then pushed himself into me. He fucked me more slowly, for longer, and I came with him, too. He shot his seed into me, adding to what was already there, gave me an underwater slap on my bare ass, then swam away without a word. I put my swimsuit back on, retrieved my T-shirt, and left for the locker room, with the sperm of two men inside me, praying they hadn’t gotten me pregnant.
I never told anyone, especially not my boyfriend. He would have broken up with me. After that, for the rest of the school year, my teachers didn’t pay any particular attention to me, which was kind of a relief, but also made me kind of sad.
Our gym teachers were a couple of big, buff guys around 25-30. One day, we had a free swim for the whole period instead of the usual laps and instruction. We wore our own swimsuits. The school dress code made girls who wore bikinis cover up with a T-shirt for modesty.
As class was ending, our teachers removed their polo shirts and got in the pool and horsed around with us kids, splashing and dunking us. One of them grabbed and dunked me. When I came up for air, he peeled my wet T-shirt off, and tossed it out of the pool, exposing my pink bikini and thin pale body. My top was this little pink pushup-style bra, and I had bigger boobs than most girls, so the boys all checked out my scandalous cleavage that school policy prohibited me from showing. Then my teacher dunked me again.
The other teacher blew his whistle, meaning class was dismissed and we should get showered and dressed before the bell rang to change classes.
As my classmates left the pool and headed for the showers, I swam over to the side of the pool to fetch my T-shirt which ended up under the scoreboard. I reached the ladder and started to climb out when my teacher pulled me back into the water. “We’re not done with you yet,” he said.
“I’ll be late for class.”
“I’ll write you a pass,” he said, his arms wrapped around my ribcage, pulling me out into deeper water. He dunked me again, lunging onto my back, pushing me down under his weight. He didn’t let me come right up, making me struggle against him. When I finally resurfaced, he laughed as I gulped for air. The other teacher stood right in front of me, watching my chest rise and fall as I fought to catch my breath.
“Just building up your lungs, Sweetie,” the teacher behind me said.
“Her lungs look well developed to me,” the other one said. Then HE dunked me.
Alone with my two teachers, they wrestled me in the water, dunking me repeatedly. I’d come up, barely catch a breath and one of them would jump on me, sending me down again. Grappling with them was exhausting and awkward—their big biceps or forearms would dislodge one or both my boobs from my top, and I had to keep pushing them back into their cups while squirming to escape my teacher’s grip and fighting to resurface for my next breath. They had a free period before their next class and I feared I’d drown by then. I was out of breath, exhausted and ready to cry. Then one of them wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to the side of the pool, pinning my back to the tiles, and shocked me by kissing me on the mouth.
“You’re one fine piece of ass,” he said, kissing me again.
“I have a boyfriend,” I said, still breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
He ignored my relationship status, giving me another kiss and unhooking my bikini top, spilling my boobs once and for all.
I was scared, but also attracted to him. Both teachers were good-looking, with big, strong bodies. He peeled my bottoms off, and then his trunks, and resumed kissing me, both of us naked except for the whistle lanyard around his neck. He sucked on my boobs and I enjoyed the warmth of his mouth, his hand going between my legs. I shivered, and not just from the cold, chlorinated water. Then he pried my thighs apart, drove himself deep into me and fucked me hard against the side of the pool. I just hung onto him, my arms around his neck, taking it. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had sex with my boyfriend. We wouldn’t even have Sex Ed class until spring semester.
“I’m not on the pill or anything,” I said, receiving his thrusts with breathless gasps, and he grunted what I hoped was some acknowledgment. I came first, my whole body shaking, and he came a while later, shooting his semen deep into me, in spite of what I’d just told him.
“Been wanting to do that all semester,” he whispered in my ear, giving me one last kiss before pulling out.
I thought things were over, but then my other gym teacher took his place, his trunks already removed. He pinned me to same spot. “Sharing is caring,” he said with a smile and a kiss, then pushed himself into me. He fucked me more slowly, for longer, and I came with him, too. He shot his seed into me, adding to what was already there, gave me an underwater slap on my bare ass, then swam away without a word. I put my swimsuit back on, retrieved my T-shirt, and left for the locker room, with the sperm of two men inside me, praying they hadn’t gotten me pregnant.
I never told anyone, especially not my boyfriend. He would have broken up with me. After that, for the rest of the school year, my teachers didn’t pay any particular attention to me, which was kind of a relief, but also made me kind of sad.
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