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Introduction:

The pretty teacher is forced into deeper depravity by her pupil.

Chloe Hunt awoke on the Saturday morning, her head swirling, body aching and a rank taste in her mouth. Had she really been fucked by an entire rugby team, or was it just another figment of her dreams? She took a breath, reflecting. No, it had been real enough, validated by the feelings in her body. In comparison to reality, her dreams had become pale imitations of that couple of hours in the changing room.

Limping across the landing, the pretty schoolteacher ran a long hot bath, generously doused with bubble bath, stepping in tentatively and standing for a minute whilst growing accustomed to the heat. Sucking in the steamy air she eased down onto her backside, submerging in the bubbles that puffed up like a giant meringue. Head only above water, the undercurrent stroked at her battered pussy like hot fingers. Oh that felt so good.

Reaching down Chloe spread the soft lips wide, submitting to the water's urgings, groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as its warmth entered her inner sanctum. Gathering up a ball of foam in her fingers and arching, she brought instant relief, literally cleansing away the soreness inside. No permanent damage, it seemed, she teased the ravaged clit until it throbbed.

At the same time, Chloe cupped each pert breast, wincing at the pain from the bite marks that had been inflicted by Jack two nights earlier and which remained as a reminder in addition to the fresh ones courtesy of the rugby players. After the events of the previous night, Jack seemed an eternity ago. Oh how she wanted him back and for her life to return to normal. Taking the plunge she submerged fully, the blonde mane straggling like jellyfish tentacles at the surface.

It was then that something happened that took her breath away - quite literally. The bathroom door crashed open and in came a shadowy figure. Chloe's head re-emerged through the surface, face masked in terror and about to scream when a large hand stretched to cover her face and push it back down again below water. The resultant cry was muffled, a line of staccato bubbles pumping upward from her lips.

Chloe's body thrashed from side to side, trying to break free of the strong grip, the water crashing in waves around her. She watched through the glazed surface as her assailant's free hand reached down to find its way between her legs. Three thick fingers parted the labia, making a bee-line for her swollen clit. Straining to see, she made out the face of Charlie, her milkman. A chirpy type of chap who flirted with her on the doorstep, he'd asked her out hundreds of times to no avail. All that pent-up lust must have now manifest itself in this violent attack. "You've had your chances, Chloe dear," he averred, the words wavy.

The milkman's fingers bent to rub her love button purposefully, sending more urgent air bubbles to the surface like popgun pellets. As the air drained from her lungs, the heady feeling of euthoria was like nothing Chloe had ever experienced before. With the oxygen all but gone, she came hard on his fingers as the last helpless trail of air bubbles burst on the surface...

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Chloe awoke from the latest dream with a fearsome jerk, alone in the bathroom. The water felt cold around her body, attesting to the half hour she'd dozed, and she shivered markedly. Outside in the street, the milkfloat rattled a lonely furrow sending an even bigger shiver down her spine. An intense dream, the squirt from the resultant orgasm had left a cloudy seam of pussy juice in one of the clumps of foam. Rising quickly, the pretty blonde groped for the towel, its warmth and downy feel bringing welcome relief.

As she dried, a knock on the front door startled her. Easing aside the bedroom curtains to peek out, Chloe saw the milkfloat parked obliquely outside and heard Charlie whistling on the porch. Damn, it was the weekend and he'd come to collect what he was owed. The pretty schoolteacher swallowed hard, trying to stifle the frightening thought. The knock came louder, more insistent, forcing Chloe to wrap the towel around tightly to go answer.

Peering around the edge of the door, she saw Charlie's eyebrows elevate as he spotted the matted clump of wet blonde hair and a glimpse of bare shoulder. He tried to sneak a peek around the door, giving Chloe one of his huge early morning smiles and causing her heart to race. The dream was still replaying heavily on her poor mind as she grabbed her handbag. "Keep the change," she stated, thrusting the note into his hand in an attempt to curtail any fuirther embarrassment.

No such luck, as she did so, the door opened a few more inches, just as the towel started to moved ever so slightly at first, her pert tits unable to halt its progress, revealing the briefest hint of nipple. Charlie issued a salacious parting glance, his leering features etched indelibly on her brain. Closing the door, Chloe leaned back upon it, breathing like an asthmatic. It was then that she felt something warm between her thighd, realising that she was wetting herself, a warm stream trickling seductively down an inner thigh. She jumped as the door rattled once more, her face a picture of fear. Oh God, was Charlie coming back to finish the job like in the dream?

Composing herself, and in spite of standing in a warm puddle of pee, Chloe opened the door a crack. It wasn't Charlie but Kevin's father Frank Manning that stood on the step. An overbearing older man, Chloe seemed to be surrounded by them at every turn.

A miserable thought struck her. Frank must have seen the CCTV tape. Oh God, it was the only explanation. Why else would he be at her front door? When was this nightmare ever going to cease? Chloe quaked inwardly, waiting for the accusation to fall. Shuffling uncomfortably, her pee-hole quivered once more and a warm gush tickled her pubes, running down her thighs as Frank spoke. "The wife and I are going away for the weekend," he began. "Could you keep an eye on young Kevin for us, make sure he doesn't throw any wild parties?"

Ironic words, she thought, Kevin was the least likely person capable of throwing a wild party. Chloe nodded her head vigorously in agreement, unable to shut the door quickly enough. Again she leaned back against it, fighting to control the tears. Even at the weekend her ordeal persisted. Stepping over the warm puddle, she eased off the towel, standing naked in the hallway. On hands and knees she mopped up her mess, feeling worthless. A precious half an hour snuggled into the sofa like a comfort blanket was interrupted by the bleep of the mobile phone, sending her heart racing. The message was simple: Be next door in one hour. K.

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An hour later the demure schoolteacher stood on the neighbour's step, shivering feverishly in spite of the clement weather. Kevin answered the door with a grin, ushering her through into the lounge. She was shocked to observe that her schoolboy tormentor was not alone. An equally, if not even more geeky-looking kid, was perched on the edge of the sofa, wearing spectacles and a goofy expression. "This is my cousin, Nigel," Kevin announced.

"You never said anything about..." Chloe began.

"Shut it," Kevin snapped.

Chloe lowered her head instinctively. "Sorry."

"SORRY? Sorry what?"

"Sorry SIR."

Kevin allowed himself a satisfied grin, taking a seat next to his cousin. Nigel looked young and under developed, surely no older than thirteen. It occurred to her through the myriad of grotesque thoughts circulating her messed-up head that these two had probably reached their teens without seeing a woman naked, other than on the Internet or in a porno mag. In many ways she would be providing a valuable service, stopping them from going off and raping some poor eleven-year old girl. At least that was what she tried to convince herself, to justify this madness to a rapidly eroding conscience. "So, what would you like today, Sir?" she asked meekly.

Kevin looked on thoughtfully, like a kid in a sweetshop who'd found a wad of banknotes. He took a minute to consider the options. His face beamed as an idea took shape. "Okay, do a striptease for us."

Chloe cringed, not so much at the request itself as the implication. She'd hoped they might just take turns screwing her, satisfying their urges, in the process losing their cherries and then let her be. That would be a quick, almost painless, release. At least that was what she'd hoped might happen. As it was, this had all the hallmarks of a lingering torture. The pain showed on her pretty face. Kevin shook his head, sighing with disdain. "Look Miss Cunt, if you're not at least going to make it look like you're enjoying this, we're going to have to hurt you. Understand?"

The mere threat jolted the pretty teacher and she forced a smile. "That's better. You see, if you play ball and be a good girl, all this will be over - today.

Chloe regarded him quizzically. "Today?"

"Yes. I'll delete your picture and destroy the CCTV tape, and that'll be the end of it."

Chloe's lips curled upward in a genuine though uneasy smile. Could she believe him? Was this just another of his games to give her false hope before snatching it away again and leaving her broken? She had to believe for, right at that moment, it was all the hope she could cling to.

"Get on with it," Kevin commanded, growing impatient.

Chloe stole a huge breath. I must make this good, she told herself, turning away from the boys so her back faced them. I must make them cum quickly. I could be out of here a free woman by midday. The sense of joy gave her a newfound rosy glow.

Running her fingers through the tangle of hair, Chloe rocked her head from side-to-side and shimmied her hips as if getting into a dance routine. Leaning forward, her peachy arse bobbled in the air, a hint of lace displayed as the short skirt rode up to the tops of each thigh. The sexy moves brought contented sighs audible from the appreciative young audience on the sofa.

Against her better nature, the whole scenario quickly proved to be less odious than Chloe had envisaged. In actual fact she was rather getting into it, a natural tease. "Do you like my bum, Sirs?" she enquired seductively, lapsing into the character of a dirty stripper with relative ease.

Looking back through her spread legs, Chloe licked her lips, before repeating the question. "I said do you like my bum, Sirs?"

"Yesssssss," rang out the chorus of approval.

Chloe placed her palms flat on the carpet, giving her arse a good wiggle. The pleated skirt fluttered, riding higher to expose more panty lace. Gripping her ankles she continued to writhe from side to side. Slowly the sexy blonde ran her hands up each calf, letting out a contrived gasp of lust.

"Crikey she is one hot bitch, you were right," commented Nigel, speaking for the first time.

"Mmm, she's the hottest bitch in school," Kevin concurred.

Almost involuntarily, Chloe's pussy twitched at the words. God yes, she was one hot bitch. Hands caressing and moving upward over her calves, she continued to pant in mock desire. Finding her thighs, the gasp reached a crescendo. Through the gap in her legs she could see the bulges in their trousers quite distinctly. "Don't mind me, Sirs," she mouthed hoarsely, licking her lips. "Feel free to get those lovely big cocks out."

Both lads grinned, glancing at each other for reassurance before wrestling zips down. As Chloe's fingers reached the apex of her thighs and disappeared inside her skirt, two rock hard pricks were unveiled. Tentatively their fists wrapped around each shaft in unison, stroking gently.

At the same time Chloe moaned with the first semblance of genuine arousal as her fingers made contact with the crotch of her panties. Gently she pushed against the cotton front, barely parting the lips beneath, teasing and pleasing herself whilst purring seductively. Pirouetting around, she faced them, their fists easing up and down their shafts to reveal a pair of glistening purple domes. "Mmm, you dirty little boys, Sirs," she cooed, the scene undeniably arousing, even if they were two undisputed geeks.

Hands at her navel and facing them, slowly Chloe began to unbutton from the bottom up, taking supreme care not to rush things. The blouse parted to reveal a flat stomach. Both lads looked on in awe as they pleasured themselves. The blouse was then despatched to unveil a lace clad bosom that heaved ever so slightly as she cupped at it.

Eyes fixed upon Kevin's groin, Chloe couldn't fail to notice his fist speed up a notch, the foreskin blurring. Pushing out her elbows then pulling them back in against the sides of her pert breasts, the lovely teacher fashioned a hot cleavage. She imagined the boys would love nothing better than to get their hard pricks lost in that soft ridge of taut flesh. Chloe blew hard, the whole scenario dreamlike yet incredibly arousing.

Reaching back down, Chloe worked a pair of thumbs inside the waistband of the skirt, shuffling it at her hips whilst gyrating to some imaginary tune in her head. She had to keep reminding herself that she was some cheap stripper, a dirty slut and not a supposedly respected pillar of society. Oh God, yes, I'm a dirty fucking slut, she repeated over and over in her head until she began to believe it. Gradually the miniskirt eased free and down her shapely legs, pooling on the floor at her tiny feet. Lifting one, she kicked it free.

Clad in just a bra, panties and heels, the gorgeous blonde was a rare sight to behold, a mix of coquettish innocence and womanly experience. Willing the show to go on forever, Nigel's strokes began to slow noticeably, stemming the urge to cum too quickly. Kevin, on the other hand, masturbated with carefree abandon, precum leaking from the eye and down the greasy purple knob. Evidently Chloe was pleasing him. That in turn made her tingle.

Hands caressing her ribcage, Chloe continued to tease before reaching behind to unclasp the bra, letting it loosen around her breasts. Working down the spaghetti straps, they cascaded off her arms until the bra was held in place by gravity and a pair of nipples that had sprouted a good half inch. Chloe reached up to toss back her blonde mane, working her fingers through it like soft sand.

As the bra shifted and threatened to topple at any moment, the tops of Chloe's aureolae were exposed. Catching hold of each end, Chloe shifted the bra back and forth across her breasts like a born stripper, chafing the edge of each erect nipple. The schoolboys' mouths fell agape in anticipation. Panting, she let it slide away and down her torso, twisting around just in time to conceal the mammarial bounty from their eager teen eyes. Damn, they'd managed to turn her into one hot tease.

Shaking her panty-clad bum in the boys' faces, she shuffled closer until they could smell the scent of arousal emanating from between her legs. "Touch my arse, Nigel," she suggested.

After a tentative moment, gingerly the geeky schoolboy extended a hand, palming the flesh and quickly pulling it away like he'd touched a hot radiator. Chloe smiled broadly. It was hard to know who was forcing who. Turning around once again, she stood statuesque, facing the boys with each of her hands touching the opposite shoulder, a criss-cross over her chest to keep her breasts covered. Both boys were puffing like steam engines by now, wanking furiously. Chloe smiled, flashing her pearly whites. "Mmmmmmmm, cum for me, Sirs," she purred.

Both looked close to exploding yet at the same time trying to hold on for dear life. "Here they are, Sirs, my gorgeous titties," she announced, lowering each arm to reveal a pair of breasts that stood proud and firm with cherry ripe nipples.

The exquisite sight proved all too much for one of the virgin schoolboys. Nigel came hard, the moment marked by a triumphant grunt, spunk arcing as he aimed for his belly. A second wave followed, pooling in his navel, and he fell back exhausted, spectacles misted. Kevin, on the other hand, maintained eye contact with his teacher's breasts, mentally ravishing them until he too could contain himself no longer. An impassioned groan and another belly was flooded with squirty seed. And Chloe hadn't even lost her heels or panties!

A few pulsing heartbeats and pained breaths elapsed before Kevin regained his composure and control, leering across at the onlooking Chloe. "Well, don't just stand there, slut, come and clean us up."

Chloe winced.

"DO IT! Every fucking drop. And look lively."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

Humbly she dropped to her knees, hesitating momentarily. Sensing her reticence, Kevin wrapped his fingers in her hair, applying sufficient force to press her face to his gooey tummy. Chloe inhale some up her nose as the rest coated her lips and she fought to breathe. When Kevin's grip eased, her tongue lapped at the sticky pool like a thirsty kitty. She circled, vacuuming up the surplus, ensuring every stray splash was consumed and his stomach left spotless. Without needing further prompting she took the softening cock in hand, feeding it into her waiting lips and sucking the head clean. Glancing up, she looked for approval. Kevin issued a silent nod.

Shuffling across on her knees, Chloe did likewise to Nigel, suctioning up the creamy deposit and giving the head a good suck to ensure it was as clean as his cousin's. Both boys exchanged satisfied glances.

It was only then that Chloe realised she craved relief like never before. She'd worked herself up into a frenzy, loins on fire. They couldn't leave her like this; it wasn't fair. Her heart was pounding against her exposed breast, her clit was throbbing and her shaved pussy was stuck to the crotch of the panties like glue. Fuck me, Kevin, give me what I need, her brain was crying out. Please, please, please put out this fire in my aching groin. Chloe positioned on the sofa in the space between each boy.

Kevin seemed to read her mind and understand her need, indicating to the flaccid cock that slept on his belly. Reaching over, Chloe palmed it, stroking and trying to nurse it back to life. Yet even for a young man with boundless energy it was too much to ask. "Oh God I need to cum so bad," she whined.

Reaching aside she took each boy's left hand, placing them on her crotch and groaning at the mere touch. It was like an electric shock to the groin. Never before had she felt so wanton. "Please Sirs," she begged, before the tone became more insistent. "Make your slut cum."

Forcefully she pushed each set of fingers inside the crotch of her sopping panties, using her own hand to guide Nigel's fingers to her button whilst Kevin's slid in and out of the oily groove. Her juices greased their slender fingers and she mewed like a cat on heat. Gradually each boy got the idea and Chloe was able to take away her guiding hands to concentrate on twisting and pinching her pulsating nipples. "Oooooooh," she moaned, consumed with lust. "Deeper. Finger my hot cunt."

She grinned as the sensations found their way to each cock, slowly inflating them like limp party balloons being filled with air. Soon each cock was hard once more and Chloe took them in hand, stroking and squeezing, eliciting a volley of moans and a heightened bout of attention to her cunt. Up and down pummelled her fists, in and out plunged their fingers, all working in unison. "Now fuck me," she pleaded.

"After you've had fifteen cocks up there," replied Kevin dismissively.

Chloe blushed with humility.

"Dirty sluts like you don't deserve our nice clean cocks."

"Oh God, make me cum with your fingers then," she ordered, pumping their cocks like crazy.

Standing, she tore the panties off, allowing the boys unrestricted access to her juicy cunt. Their digits worked with youthful vigour as she stroked back generously. Suddenly her body jerked and the orgasm struck like a bolt of lightning to the pussy. "Ooooooooh," she growled, before screaming, her body jerking crazily. "Oooooooh oh yesssssss."

Almost immediately her skilled attention to those two hard cocks had the desired effect on each boy. She lowered to receive Nigel's load in her mouth, swallowing the swollen cock and feeling the eruption at the back of her mouth and the trickle of cum down her throat. Kevin stood up to milk his wad in her face, fist blurring at his midriff. Chloe was drenched in cum, swallowing eagerly before pulling each lad to her, their cheeks on her heaving breasts. Sleep came easily.

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When Chloe awoke, the sky outside was fading to grey and Nigel was gone. Kevin had showered and applied perhaps a little too much aftershave for Chloe's tastes, its scent oppressive. She kept a tight lip however. "The last part of the deal," he confirmed. "Then you're a free woman."

Chloe looked over, enquiring with her eyes. "We're going to go out on a date," the schoolboy confirmed.

A date? Chloe suppressed the urge to show any hint of emotion though the very thought of being seen in public with this nerd made her skin crawl. What if she was spotted by other pupils, or worse, fellow teachers?

"You've an hour to get ready for me. Go get yourself cleaned up and wear the sluttiest outfit you can find."

"And then you'll let me go?"

Kevin issued a little nod of confirmation as she headed next door in preparation.

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"No, no, no, no, no," sighed Kevin in exasperation as he opened the door on his plaything. "That's not nearly slutty enough."

Chloe's chin dropped miserably. She thought she'd chosen well in the tight yellow halter, grey pencil skirt and calf length black leather boots. It was a knockout combo yet evidently did not please Kevin Manning. "Now lift your halter," he commanded.

Still on the doorstep, Chloe did as ordered, allowing Kevin to unclasp the bra. He smoothed the halter back down, brushing the schoolteacher's attentive nipples. "That's a little better," he affirmed. "Now, your panties too. Come on, off with them."

Chloe grimaced but obeyed, letting him hook them over her boots. "Perfect," Kevin drooled. "I think we'll catch the bus into town."

Chloe followed subserviently to the bus stop where a grubby looking chap in his late fifties or early sixties leered as she leaned on the shelter. She must surely resemble a hooker touting for business. Instead of shame, however, all Chloe felt was a warm, wet feeling between her legs. She had turned into the slut Kevin wanted.

The bus pulled over and the schoolboy targeted one of the long seats near the back that faced one of similar dimension. It meant that Chloe had to face whoever sat opposite, in this case the unkempt pensioner from the bus stop whose eyes seared into her like a branding iron. As she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, the pencil skirt rode up her thighs, giving the old guy a spectacular view of the teacher's gazelle like legs. The mere thought of being watched made her nipples tingle and inflate inside the yellow halter as her pussy continued to throb.

When Kevin's hand reached over to a bare thigh and clasped hold, she very nearly came there and then. His fingers extended to ease the legs apart. Stealing a glance over, Chloe saw the senior citizen leer back, a bulge discernible at the front of his trousers. Accidentally-on-purpose he dropped his bus pass. With a heave, he levered out of the seat, joints creaking. On his knees on the floor, he could see right up Chloe's little skirt and into her juicy cunt, its lips quivering in readiness. Fumbling for the pass, he salivated, before climbing back into the seat, nursing a painful erection. A stain on the front of his trousers illustrated where the blunt cock head had made contact with the cloth.

Furtively he reached inside a pocket, playing pocket billiards, feeling the unaccustomed stiffness and stroking himself through the layer of material. Though she tried hard not to, Chloe couldn't help but gaze back. Her pussy ached for relief and she fast became insatiable.

By the time the station came into sight, the wet patch in the old man's trousers was two inches wide and growing. He may even have cum. Chloe had also gone beyond arousal, pussylips soaked, and she was glad to be able to stand to allow the skirt to ease back down her thighs.

In a gentlemanly manner, the old man indicated to let her go first, his politeness met with a smile from the cute young schoolteacher. However, his motives were quickly revealed as less than gracious as the exodus from bus caused a sudden bottleneck. Chloe groaned as the old man pressed tightly into her bum. She could feel his warm fetid breath on her neck and his excited cock rub against the crack of her arse. As the queue shuffled forward slowly, the filthy old timer gave Chloe's arse a good cock prod.

Outside in the warm air, Kevin grinned evilly. "Excuse me, sir," he said, voice raised slightly.

The pensioner turned, fear in his eyes and a look as if to say: who me?

"You were looking up my girlfriend's skirt on the bus, weren't you?"

"N-n-n-o," the pensioner stammered, taking off as fast as his old legs would carry him.

In turn, Kevin bowled after him, tugging Chloe by the wrist. Soon they were alongside. "Oh yes you were," stated Kevin accusingly. "You're a dirty fucking old pervert."

The pensioner shuffled away, continuing to protest his innocence. Fearful he was going to be assaulted, he tried his best to shake them off. The bizarre pursuit took the trio down an alley and to a dead end. A pair ofld hands with dirt encrusted fingernails was raised in defence, though Kevin's intentions were less than malevolent. "Get your dirty old cock out," the schoolboy commanded. "And as for you bitch, teasing this poor old guy on the bus like some cheap slut..."

Chloe blushed as the schoolboy pushed her down on her knees. "Now suck the dirty old fucker's cock."

Frightened the younger man might turn violent, the horny pensioner unleashed the shrimp-like organ, wrinkled and shrunken by fear. Kevin repeated the order and grudgingly Chloe took hold of the soft shaft, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. A couple of strokes and it began to expand, restored to the former glory of the bus. Chloe drew back the foreskin to reveal a shiny bloodshot head, glazed with sweat. And oh did it whiff. The pretty schoolteacher gagged before it even touched her lips. Squeezing her eyes tight she took the tip onto her velveteen tongue, closing her mouth and sucking. The initial taste threatened to cause a wave of sickness to rise but she overcame the urge, letting her tongue tip tease the eye.

Chloe allowed the shaft to enter the warm recess, working the uncut foreskin up and down with her lips. A hand rose to gently jerk the shaft, causing the old man to growl with pleasure, perhaps the first time in decades that ancient dick had felt a feminine touch. Kevin grinned, offering compliments and goading her on. In the space of two days, Chloe had become an accomplished cocksucker. "Now fuck the filthy slut's face," Kevin ordered.

The old man didn't need telling twice. Chloe gasped as the cock head was thrust deep into her tonsils, nose buried in a mesh of wiry, malodorous pubes. Grunting, the pensioner banged his cock in and out like he was pumping up a bike tyre. A dozen strokes later, he pulled out sharply, face contorted, fingers pinching at the base of the knob in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable spurt. To no avail, the pressure merely served to intensify the resultant ejaculation, like a knot of trapped water breaking free from a hose. For an old guy he certainly had plenty to give, unloading years of neglect into Chloe's waiting mouth. There was so much spunk it spilled from the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

Milking the last drops from the eye with his fingers, the pensioner smiled, pulled up his drawers and was gone, scuttling back off down the alley like a scolded cat. When Chloe had caught her breath, Kevin helped her up. "You know what I'd like to see happen tonight?"

He leant over to whisper in her ear, leaving Chloe shock-faced. "You mean you've never...? Never even thought about it?" Kevin mused.

"No never Sir, no. Oh God, the thought makes me..."

Though now he came to mention it...Chloe felt a treacherous little tingle in her loins.

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The bar in town was just starting to get busy when they arrived, Chloe's scanty apparel drawing loads of lecherous looks. The pretty blonde blushed and wasted no time in heading to the toilet to freshen up and take stock of things. Quickly she washed off the remnants of the old man's cum from her cheeks and chin. During the blowjob her eyeliner had bled and she resembled a dirty little whore. Oh my, had she really walked across town and through the bar looking like that? There was little she could do about the streaks of cum on the halter, the lesson of school the previous day well remembered.

Though deep down, she had to confess it would look good wet and clinging to her breasts... No, Chloe no, she told herself, no you must keep such thoughts to yourself. Likewise, the stain on the front of the light grey skirt from the overflow of juices of her own aroused cunt was pretty much ingrained. Why oh why had she chosen to wear such an unforgicing colour?

Back in the bar, Kevin was waiting with a bottle of Becks. Chloe necked it swiftly, cleansing the fetid taste from her tongue and trying to get drunk enough as quickly as possible so as not to care. "I hope you're enjoying our date - so far," mused Kevin.

Chloe forced a smile.

"Let's play pool," he suggested, handing over a cue. "You can break."

As Chloe bent down to address the table, the skirt rode up over the tops of her thighs, some lower arse flesh exposed. It was then that it dawned she was wearing no panties. Tugging awkwardly at the hem, she tried to right the situation but to no avail. Behind, onlookers were whispering about her and she could feel their eyes on her. As Chloe broke purposefully, the balls scattered around the baize and the skirt shot up to expose her most of her butt. Reaching quickly, she wrestled it back down again.

"Mmmmmmmm nice," rang out the call from the bar, and she wasn't sure whether they were admiring the break or her peachy bum.

Having potted another ball, she missed an easy shot, issuing an annoyed pout as Kevin took over at the table. The schoolboy potted a brace before missing a long shot, the white coming to rest right on the top cushion. That meant Chloe had to back into the guys at the bar in order to play the shot. Wincing as she bent, her butt bobbled, mere touching distance away.

Early evening still, the men somehow managed to resist the temptation to reach out for a grope, nonetheless enjoying the delicious view as the skirt rode upward. Chloe played the shot without thought, simply to get away as quickly as possible from the leering eyes. The balls ricocheted around the table and the white went down. Kevin shook his head solemnly, moving up close to speak in her ear. "You should take more care. Lose this game and, as a forfeit, you're going to get fucked by every guy in the bar on the pool table."

Chloe whimpered. Could he orchestrate that? By the looks on their faces she doubted they needed much persuasion. Consequently the threat had the desired effect and, with Kevin fluffing the two shots, in a show of steely determination she potted her way to the black. Steadying as her arse wiggled seductively at those three-deep at this end of the bar, the pretty blonde despatched the eight ball into the bottom left pocket. A cheer rang out and hordes of horny guys clambered over one another to get their money down.

"Winner stays on," confirmed Kevin, heading off to the bar to get more drinks in.

A slicked-back hair guy won the battle to be next on, pushing in the coin, balls rattling in the chute. Chloe used the time he took setting up the triangle to compose herself, embarking upon a brief tour around this end of the bar. Attracting ever less subtle stares from those congregated at tables around a small empty dancefloor, she smiled back demurely. God, it seemed every man in the place wanted to fuck her brains out. In a way she kind of regretted winning the game of pool. Spotting her wandering aimlessly around the circumference of the dancefloor, the DJ issued a booming welcome over the mic: "Hello, pretty lady."

Chloe blushed before ambling back to the pool table, cue in hand. Her opponent was a good player yet clearly of limited intellect. In an eagerness to win, he denied those at the bar an opportunity to feast upon Chloe's exposed nether region to any great extent. Moreover, he didn't even so much as claim a peck on the cheek for the victory, let alone the good grope to which the victor should surely be entitled. He must be gay, thought Chloe wickedly, the beer going to her head surprisingly quickly, testament to the fact she'd eaten little other than a bellyful of cum all day.

She startled as Kevin crept up behind, his warm breath on her neck, a hand smoothing the curve of her rump. "It's time you entertained us. Get that sweet arse on the dancefloor."

Chloe looked around open mouthed. "You want me to dance in front of all these people, Sir?"

It was almost like an out-of-body experience as the delicious blonde glided to the centre of the small dancefloor, twisting and twirling on her own, sheer adrenaline making her sway in time to the upbeat tune. Those watching from the sidelines soon became unfocussed blurs. Gyrating sexily, she pouted as the neck of the beer bottle pierced her lips.

It wasn't long before she was joined by another girl who'd somehow been cajoled into action by Chloe's brazen performance. A brunette of similar age with a tight bob haircut, she resembled Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago, dancing at a safe distance whilst making occasional eye contact. Naturally the glances turned to little smiles and Chloe found herself responding. Before she knew it, they were brushing one another, giggling like little girls. All too soon that turned into dirty dancing for the benefit of the predominantly male audience. "Hi I'm Leah," announced the other girl.

Chloe introduced herself, glancing over to Kevin for approval. Watching intently from the wings he nodded silent permission for her to continue. Indeed, the bulge in his trousers suggested he was enjoying the show as much as any of the other onlookers and Chloe recalled the request from earlier in the alleyway: "I want to see you with another woman tonight."

The thought both frightened and frilled Chloe in equal measure. She'd never really given it much thought but was the first to admit that the term 'bicurious' she'd seen in magazine articles intrigued her. After all, that meant 100% exposure to sexual partners and Chloe was all for maximising potential.

The DJ provided the catalyst to get the evening moving, ironically by slowing things down. The new girl Leah took up a position behind Chloe, her chin resting on the blonde's shoulder, hands at her hips, grinding seductively. From his vantage point, Kevin had the perfect view as the brunette's hands caressed Chloe's ribcage and elevated to cup her breasts. Lost in the moment, Chloe moaned, arching her back. Elsewhere among the onlookers, cocks were starting to twitch uncontrollably inside briefs and boxers. Yet the dancing girls had other ideas. "You want to get out of here, honey?" whispered Leah in Chloe's ear, nibbling it seductively.

"Yesssssss," Chloe enthused.

Leah led her from the dancefloor, past Kevin who nodded sagely. The guys grinned but made no attempt to follow, contained by their manly inhibitions. It was only Kevin that went after the pair, leaving those in the bar in a state of shock. A cab was waiting close by and the girls piled in as Kevin took the front seat. "Who's he?" enquired Leah with a giggle. "Looks a right dork."

Kevin sneered as he issued directions to the bemused looking cabbie.

"Huh, he's your what?" Leah spluttered from behind, taking a second look to re-appraise the schoolboy, but reaching the same conclusion.

By way of explanation, Chloe held her hands outstretched, a twelve-inch gap between. "And boy can he use it," Chloe enthused.

"Oh really?" giggled Leah. "Mmmmmmm."

In the front passenger seat Kevin allowed himself a smug smile.

They were barely a hundred yards into the journey when Leah surprised Chloe by sliding a hand up her inner thigh. Initially the pretty schoolteacher froze, particularly when she glanced up to see both Kevin's and the taxi driver's eyes staring intently in the rearview mirror. The cabbie only broke his concentration to look across at Kevin in disbelief, an expression that translated as: how the fuck did a snotty little kid like you meet these two firecrackers?

They were treated to an exhibition of intense girl-on-girl tonguing, Leah seizing control as both beauties could barely keep their hands off one another. Soon Leah's fingers were in Chloe's wet and welcoming pussy, eliciting a joyous gasp. The cabbie was left in a state of shock though Kevin remained nonchalant. The journey proceeded slower than it might otherwise have done as he reached a dawdle to prolong the show. Arriving home, the driver was reluctant to let them go. He begged and even offered Kevin £100 just to be allowed to watch. But Kevin refused. He wanted them all to himself.

It was only as they stood on the front step that Chloe's head started to clear and commonsense prevailed, bringing a moment of clarity. What on earth was she doing? "Kevin...Leah...no, I can't do this..."

The other pair exchanged incredulous looks. "Get inside," commanded Kevin, physically manhandling her.

"Get off me," Chloe crowed. "I want to go home."

"You're not going anywhere," stated Leah purposefully, joining forces with Kevin to haul the unwilling blonde inside.

Chloe tried to fight back but weight of numbers conspired against her. As Kevin held her from behind, his raging breath on her neck, Leah wrestled with the halter, hauling it up to expose the beautifully pert breasts. "Oh God baby, I want you so much," breathed Leah.

"Nooooooo," Chloe protested, lashing out.

Leah seemed to enjoy the defiance, responding with a sharp riposte around Chloe's cheek. The teacher whimpered and ran her tongue over the cut lip. Caught off guard momentarily, she was frogmarched to the sofa where Kevin pulled her down onto his lap. "Nooooooo," she squealed. "Oh God, no, don't do this."

Kevin kept her arms pinned as Leah went to work on her nipples, sucking longingly as if she wanted to swallow them. "Fuck, you're beautiful," drooled Leah.

The brunette worked her way down, kissing and nuzzling at the sweet pale flesh. Soon her head was in Chloe's lap. She clamped her legs tight together as Leah went for the skirt. But with Kevin sucking at her neck and fondling her breasts, Chloe felt her resistance drain. She was unable to stop her thighs parting as Leah's head darted in between. As Kevin held her tight to his lap and chest, an excited cock nudged her coccyx. "Oh God, baby, what a juicy looking cunt," Leah enthused.

Chloe melted as Kevin rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting, squeezing and pulling whilst Leah's tongue extended ever so slightly. Gathering up Chloe's juices on the tip, she smacked her lips with a murmur of appreciation. Gliding back up Chloe's body like a lapdancer, their nipples brushed. Leah smiled and mouthed: "Oh baby, you just taste as good as you look. Don't fight me, hunny."

Moving higher Leah fused her lips to the other girl's, letting her taste her own pussy as their tongues lashed. Consumed by disgust, Chloe shook her head purposefully. "No, Leah, please..."

The words hung in the air as Chloe felt Leah's tongue once more in her mouth and a finger in her pussy. As Leah pulled away, she smeared the sticky digit across Chloe's pursed lips. Leah grinned and slid back between the teacher's legs as Kevin adjusted her stance. This time the wanton brunette licked the puckered arse knot, sending an electric shiver up through every nerve end. "Oh God, she's licking my arsehole," Chloe groaned as the other girl alternated between holes.

"Chloe, tell Leah what you are," Kevin commanded.

Her silence prompted the schoolboy to give her nipples a good firm tug. "TELL HER."

Chloe relented. "I'm a filthy little slut. I'm your filthy little slut, Sir."

"And what do you want?"

"I want your cock inside me. Please give it to me Sir."

With that Leah lifted the other girl until Kevin's cock head nestled at the entrance. A quick directional thrust and his shaft was buried inside her tight pussy. "Oh fuccccccckkkkkkk," Chloe screamed, but before she could say anything more, Kevin had slid onto his back, pumping from beneath as Leah climbed onto her face.

As Kevin rammed in hard and forcefully, Chloe instinctively licked at the pussy over her. "Oh yeah, that's it you filthy slut, lick my cunt good," Leah groaned, grinding down on the teacher's pretty face and nearly suffocating her.

The three went at it hammer and tongs for ten hot minutes, taking Kevin's virginity and Chloe's bi-virginity in the process. Just as both thought they might pass out, the forceful pumping from beneath resulted in a powerful explosion deep inside Chloe. Kevin's seed filled her cunt and felt warm inside her womb.

Within seconds, Kevin had slid clear, breathing in starts and watching from the floor as Leah leaned forward. Only the cunt she was about to lick had an added bonus inside: Kevin's fresh cream. Leah licked longingly, lapping like a cat at a bowl and soon the sensation became all too much for Chloe. As Leah eased back, the blonde lovely squirted, the gush arcing six inches and peppering Leah's face with juice like a peach being squeezed. "Ohhhhhhh baby, I wish I could do that," Leah mused, content for now to let Chloe's chameleon-like tongue bring her to a ballistic orgasm.

The room was filled with Chloe's frantic licking and Leah's moans. The resultant deposit soaked Chloe's lips and chin as they collapsed together.

---

"Just once more Kevin, please," Chloe pleaded, as the light of morning filtered the teenager's bedroom.

Leah was gone and the remaining pair had, not more than an hour ago, enjoyed perhaps the best fifteen-minute fuck of Chloe's life. That was on top of the fuck they enjoyed in the early hours as Leah looked on and masturbated before taking off. Yet as Kevin became adept in the skills of lovemaking under his teacher's tutelage so Chloe's needs intensified. It was like a drug to the nympho. She wanted it every which way, and then some.

Resisting her impatient urges, Kevin rose to turn on the laptop. It displayed the treacherous picture that had begun this bizarre chain of events, the one of Chloe caught by surprise on the step in just her red bra and panties. And to think that was only a couple of days ago. It seemed a lifetime away for Chloe. Kevin clicked on 'delete', confirming his intention with a further click. "There you are, Miss Hunt, gone forever."

Chloe's eyebrows elevated. He'd called her Miss Hunt. Not cunt or bitch or whore or slut. And he'd kept his promise. A horrible thought crossed her mind: had he tired of her already? Next the schoolboy took a video from the rack. It was marked 'CCTV home footage'. Tearing the band of black plastic out of the middle, it stretched then snapped. "That's all the incriminating evidence destroyed. You're free to go now Miss Hunt," he said simply. "The game's over."

"You don't...you don't want to...to fuck me once more?" she said, almost disappointedly.

"No, I don't."

"But Kevin..."

"You really should go, miss."

Chloe pouted and turned over, going back to sleep. She'd catch him later. He was a horny teenager after all. Kevin's words were fuzzy as sleep encapsulated the tired schoolteacher. "Miss, you really should go...miss..."

---

The words came loudly: "What the hell is going on here?"

Chloe awoke startled, confronted by Kevin's father, Frank Manning. Kevin looked up too. Immediately Chloe realised she should have gone home when Kevin told her. "Mr Manning I can explain..."

The angry father shook his head. "No missy, don't waste your breath. You are in so much trouble when the school hears about this. I leave you in charge of my boy for the weekend and you seduce him like some cheap whore."

As Kevin sloped away like a polecat, his face betraying the merest hint of smug self-satisfaction, Chloe was left alone with the raging Frank Manning. "Mr Manning, please..."

The enraged father held aloft a huge palm, informing her to shut it. In no time it dawned upon Chloe just how much trouble she was in, cowering and covering her breasts from his stare. A teacher-pupil relationship didn't mean just getting fired, but the prospect of jail. She'd read about similar things in the papers. Frank Manning knew it too. And there wasn't even the evidence on the laptop or the CCTV reel to implicate Kevin, and at least spread the blame. To the watching world it would appear as if Chloe had instigated the whole sordid affair. "Mr Manning please, can we work something out?" she pleaded.

She should have gone when Kevin said. She should have gone. Why oh why had she been so stupid?

"Work something out?" he thundered.

"Please," she said, fluttering her eyelashes and using her femininity to try to get out of the deep hole.

Frank Manning surely wasn't immune to her girlish charms, confirmed when he said more softly: "Work something out, huh."

She found herself speaking the words almost subconsciously: "I'll do anything."

Old man Manning suppressed a grin. "Anything huh? Well maybe...I've a few pals coming round to play poker tonight..."

Chloe gulped and choked back the tears.

"We could always use a pretty little hostess."

Chloe knew she was in deeper than ever. For this was no longer a boy she was playing with. Just what did he have in store for her?

---

An anxious Sunday elapsed before Chloe discovered just how truly bad it was. Glancing from the Manning's top window in the French Maid's outfit that had been provided, the teacher watched each guest arrive, becoming ever more agitated. Only now was it apparent why the outfit came with a little black eye mask to give her anonymity.

First to arrive was milkman Charlie, swaggering in beneath her gaze. Chloe recalled the brutal dream in which he'd tried to drown her. Then to Chloe's horror came Jack Willis, her recently departed boyfriend. His forcefulness on their final night together had left her a wreck. The next to grace the poker evening with his presence was a huge and powerful-looking black guy Chloe didn't recognise but whose presence alone scared the living daylights out of her. The final double indignity arrived in the shape of Mr Mason and Mr Andrews, the headmaster and games teacher at her school. They too both had unfinished business with the pretty teacher.

The line-up made Chloe quake and bury her head woefully in her hands. The mask was a godsend but surely they'd know it was her. Oh God, what had she gotten herself into?

---


Chương 103: Teacher Training Pt4

Introduction:

The pretty teacher is forced to become the poker players' plaything

Chloe Hunt sat in the bedroom, awaiting the next episode in the chain of indignity and humiliation that had befallen her. Quite how she'd gone from being a na? schoolteacher to a sextoy for all to enjoy in the space of four days she didn't rightly know. It had all been such a blur.

Manly baritone voices from downstairs wafted up the stairs as they took their seats in readiness for the game of poker. Stealing a lungful of air and a glance in the mirror, the petite blonde was far from sure that the little black mask around the eyes would conceal her identity, especially from those that knew her intimately, like Jack Willis, the former lover with whom she'd shared six blissful months. And if not Jack, Bill Mason and Jeff Andrews, the headmaster and games teacher at Chloe's school surely would recognise her.

Joining them was Charlie, her milkman, who'd hounded Chloe for a date over several months. Only one was totally unfamiliar: a huge black man whose physical presence alone frightened the demure schoolteacher half to death. The sextet was completed by Frank Manning, Chloe's neighbour and the only one aware of her identity. As an added precaution, Chloe bunched her hair up into a blonde bun to make her less conspicuous.

The black and white off-the-shoulder French Maid's outfit clung to her braless bosom, chafing the attentive teats beneath, a ridge of material running from nipple to nipple as the material stretched tautly. A length of frilly white lace trim ran around the top edge of the outfit leaving her shoulders exposed. A white lace collar hugged her neck whilst a little two-tone hat perched on her head. At the front, a spotless apron hung from her hips, the one-piece outfit ending somewhat abruptly thigh-high. Inevitably no panties had been provided.

Undoubtedly sexy on a figure like Chloe's, she couldn't help but admire her reflection, clocking a crooked smile borne of uncertainty and ever-present fear. She wasn't at all sure what her role as hostess for the evening involved - serving drinks and food and attending to the men's needs had been Frank Manning's brief.

Slowly and with the uncertainty of Bambi on ice, the sexy blonde took to the stairs, the front room coming into view over the banister. The men had assembled at a round table and poker chips were being counted out into piles amid a volley of good-hearted banter as Chloe arrived at the door to present herself. "You really have excelled yourself this time, Frank," enthused Charlie the milkman who was facing her way.

Not aware it was Chloe, his fantasy girl from next door, Charlie introduced himself, inducing a nervous smile. Not expected to speak, that suited her fine. It would give the game away if they heard her voice. Discovery would almost certainly mean being fired from the job she'd strived so hard to succeed at and the real probability of police intervention. Abusing a position of authority with a pupil was frowned upon in law as many teachers before Chloe had found out. If only she'd gone when the chance arose she wouldn't be in this mess now. If only...

As she stood in the doorway, Chloe fiddled nervously with the mask, praying it would conceal her identity. A glance over at Jack elicited a lustful grin and a whistle of appreciation from her former lover. "Indeed he has excelled himself," he concurred with seemingly no hint of recognition in his eyes. "Hi, I'm Jack."

Chloe issued a thin smile, struggling go through with the charade. She just wanted to turn and run. The two teachers with whom she worked, and to whom it was the most essential she remained anonymous, had their backs to the door as she entered. However, their eyes bulged immediately as they craned around to see. "Oh my," they gasped in unison before introducing themselves, eyes lingering and mentally undressing her.

Chloe forced a smile, before her attention passed to the only complete stranger in the group. "Hi, I'm Big Col," confirmed the larger-than-life Afro-Caribbean who, complete with a wiry goatee, resembled Shaft.

Again Chloe pursed her lips in greeting.

"And you are?" enquired Big Col, causing Chloe's heart to flutter.

"Sarah," confirmed Frank Manning on his hostess' behalf.

Tonight she was Sarah, Sarah the sexy French Maid.

"Well don't just stand around, get us beers, chop, chop," Manning commanded. "In the fridge in the garage, and bring something to nibble on."

"I know what I'd like to nibble on right now," mused Charlie, causing Chloe's cheeks to redden.

The other men grinned, a similar thought in their minds too. Chloe issued a polite little curtsey before engineering a hasty exit. It was not hasty enough, however, to prevent Bill Mason from goosing her arse. Chloe squeaked and the other men shook their heads in mock dismay, berating the lecherous headmaster. Glad to be free of the claustrophobic living room, Chloe located the beer fridge and took a moment to compose. Removing a handful of cans, she filled six pint glasses and placed them on a tray with six bowls of Doritos and an assortment of dips from a nearby cupboard. "Come on Chloe Hunt, you can get through this," she reassured herself.

Bill Mason wasted no time in picking up where he left off as Chloe leaned to place the glass on the coaster, taking an arse cheek firmly in hand. On the other side of her, Jeff Andrews did likewise, the two lecherous lecturers getting a good feel of the goods. Unashamedly the ancient headmaster sighed and uttered: "Mmmmmmmm, what a peachy little bum you have my dear."

As if to emphasise the point he gave it a little slap. "Ouch," Chloe complained, in the process causing the tray in her hands to rock.

The well-brimmed glasses shook and some beer splashed on the table cloth. Immediately Frank Manning banged his fist. "You clumsy girl."

Chloe whimpered as the games master reached up to grip the nape of her neck, forcing her face down on to the table cloth. "Now lick up your mess," he ordered.

Chloe did as she was told, extending her tongue to soak up the liquid deposit, tasting the beer on the tip. As she did so, the headmaster lifted her skirt and, after allowing a moment to admire its aesthetic curvature, he issued three slaps, harder this time than the playful one of earlier. Chloe sucked in air as tears welled up in her eyes. Struggling to compose herself, she breathed as deep and evenly as possible before rising with all the dignity she could muster. "That's what happens to naughty little girls who spill drinks," chided old man Mason with a devilish glint in his eye.

Chloe offered a pouted look of contrition before moving on around the table. Big Col thanked her as she leaned across, a nipple brushing his cheek, yet unlike the others he managed to keep his hands to himself. Shifting in his seat, Chloe couldn't fail to notice the mammoth bulge in his trousers that rested upon a thigh. It had to be as thick as her wrist. The big man noticed the pensive glance, a look of smug self-satisfaction filling his face. Chloe swallowed hard before dispensing Jack and Charlie's drinks without further mishap. Charlie ensured to stroke her inner thigh furtively before she completed the circle by putting down Frank Manning's pint.

All six men supped gratefully, wiping backhands across frothed lips before checking their pocket cards as Chloe placed a bowl at each man's side, dodging rogue hands that wanted to feel her up, and touch and grope her. Thankfully the ensuing game helped take their minds off carnal thoughts, though surely it was nothing more than a temporary reprieve. Chloe moved away from the table, hands crossed at her apron and awaiting further instruction.

Half an hour passed as the men huffed and bluffed and chomped and slurped, refills called for. When Chloe returned with the tray she discovered that Jack had won the first game and was collecting off the other five.

"How about we make this next game more interesting," suggested Frank.

Unsubtle glances her way caused Chloe to blush. "The winner gets the lovely Sarah to sit on his lap for the duration of the game after that."

"I'd rather she sat on my face," chortled Charlie.

"All in good time," replied the host with a leer.

The play was loose, the men clearly anxious to 'get on'. Charlie took the game and Chloe made her way around the table. Charlie's arms opened to receive her as Chloe plumped down in his lap. She could feel his warm, excited breath on her neck, making the downy hairs stand to attention. She could also feel the beginning of an erection press into her bum from beneath. Charlie, it seemed, was somewhat excited by the turn of events. His hands either side of her body reached for his cards. "Bring me some luck, darling," he whispered in her ear, shifting so that the crack of her arse rubbed his cock tip. "Mmm, that's it," he slavered.

Chloe shifted uncomfortably, knowing the game could last an hour or more. Charlie ran his lips over her neck and did his damnedest to unease the miserable girl. She was glad when more beers were called for, careful to take her time.

Returning, she was cheered to learn that Charlie's possession was soon to be over. The winner of this game could claim kisses off the hostess for the duration of the next. From Charlie's lap she noted Jack and Jeff go heads up for her favours. The thought of being kissed by Jack again gave her heart. She wriggled impatiently, merely exacerbating the friction on Charlie's cock. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum soon," he gasped, slobbering close to her neck.

To Chloe's disappointment Jeff Andrews won the showdown and her favours, Charlie letting go of her somewhat grudgingly. Chloe trotted around and stood by the games master's side. Could he tell it was her? Chloe agonised as she pushed up on tiptoes, melting into the chest of the rugged athlete. His hands came to meet her arse, providing the added elevation enabling their lips to meet.

He proved a more adept kisser than Chloe had imagined, gentle yet firm, with a long roving tongue that worked its way past her lips and found the depths of her mouth. Oh gosh, though she hated to admit it, this was making her pretty wet. And they were all being so nice to her. "Okay then Jeff, let the poor girl go," called over Jack agitatedly. "Play your cards, man."

As Jeff pulled away he gave her a smouldering smile. Jack, on the other hand, merely sneered like a kid denied a sweet. Could it be that he realised? Or was it perhaps that Chloe was succeeding in driving a wedge through this close-knit group of buddies? Jack especially seemed frustrated and the tension in the room was discernible. When time allowed between hands, Jeff would bring her face to his and push his tongue in her mouth. Unwillingly, Chloe found herself responding. "More beer," the order rang out and she headed off to the garage, this time hurrying back as quickly as her little legs would allow.

The fellas were deep in hushed conversation and Chloe couldn't help but think she was the subject. "Oh damn," complained Frank Manning, a poker chip dropping on the floor. "Sarah, pick that up for me."

Chloe shot back a confused look.

"Damn you, girl, when I tell you to do something..."

Taking a firm grip of her arm he pushed the frightened girl to her knees. Suddenly the mood in the room changed, buoyed by sexual frustration and testosterone overload. Chloe scrambled beneath the table on hands and knees, searching for the errant chip. As she did so, a foot wriggled free of a shoe behind her and she jumped as Frank Manning extended his leg to place a foot between her legs, kicking up the skirt. In the confusion her crown hit the underside of the table with a crash, dislodging the little hat. Disorientated and half-concussed, she crawled around, not sure where she was.

The big toe snaked its way through a hole in Frank's sock and nestled at the entrance of her pussy before wiggling its way inside. Surrounded by a wall of legs, there was no escape for Chloe. She glanced ahead and into the lap of Big Col who was anxiously wrestling with his zip. Her head fuzzy from the knock, she turned to see the other four men on either side nursing hard-ons. The only consolation was that, under the table, at least no one could see her predicament as she scurried like a trapped mouse. Or could they?

Unseen to Chloe, Manning held a finger to his lips as his big toe continued to work her cunt slit. The others raised their glasses from the surface and grinned as the table cloth was lifted away to reveal a glass surface beneath. Quickly the game was forgotten as a far more thrilling one arose. From above they enjoyed the perfect view of the hapless girl beneath on her hands and knees. Head bowed and in a state of shock, Chloe had no idea she was on display like a goldfish in a bowl.

The prodding motion from Manning's foot pushed her ever closer to Big Col. She glanced up to see a python-like black cock being held tight. As he drew back the thick foreskin, a head the size of a ripe plum was unveiled. Those around the table saw it too, and though they were all manly men they couldn't help but marvel at its size.

The big man wasted no time in slapping the semi-hard member around Chloe's face, rubbing his precum into her cheeks. At the same time, Charlie and Jeff decided it was time to take a piece of the action, reaching under to clamp a nipple each in their fingers, pinching, squeezing and twisting through the dress. Chloe went to groan but the sound was muffled as the thick cock was forced into her waiting lips. The bulbous head stretched her mouth and threatened to snap her jaw and Chloe couldn't help but gag. Big Col looked on, seemingly unable to get the shaft any further inside the pretty schoolteacher's tight mouth.

Manning stopped toeing her pussy, his big pinky stained with cunt juice. Twisting the foot sideways he booted her arse like a karate expert, sending her waif-like body forward and in the process impaling three inches of thick shaft in her mouth. Breathing rapidly through the nose, Chloe fought not to choke, spluttering and gagging as the implausibly large organ split her lips. Three more times Manning booted her arse like he was trying to hammer in a stake.

Either side, hands were now down the front of the dress, groping each breast, squeezing like they were sizing up pieces of fruit for ripeness. And, unbeknown to the hapless Chloe, all six men were looking down on her, watching every moment of the girl's humiliation. Having tickled her tonsils, Big Col pulled out of her mouth, smearing the spittle from his hard tool over her cheeks. Chloe breathed in fits and starts, her heart racing, head still in a state of disorientation. After the briefest respite, she was rotated like a Lazy Susan on a restaurant table to face Charlie. His cock was out in a flash. Half the size of Col's in all dimensions, it was thankfully able to fit snugly in the warm mouth. "Suck me, bitch," he commanded.

Chloe issued mute protestations, until Bill Mason reached below and administered a volley of spanks to her bare arse. Chloe's body jerked and in the process she inadvertently deepthroated the milkman. Sucking as best she could, she delivered him to the verge of orgasm before being rotated once more.

The familiar cock of Jack Willis was next to fill the wet recess. Mmm, how she'd loved that cock during their time together. It was a perfect seven inches of gorgeous man-meat. How she wished none of this had happened to cause their parting. This time she sucked with relish for old time's sake, receiving the accolade: "Oh yes you filthy little cock craving whore, you."

Hmph, maybe she was better off without him. He was no better than the rest of these chauvinists. By the time she got to Frank Manning, his prick had been well masturbated, the head generously lotioned with precum. As she sucked and licked, her own saliva, flecked with precum, drooled from the sides of her mouth. Manning passed her on before his excitement got the better of him.

Her mouth was stretched and sore by the time she arrived at headmaster Bill Mason. Bill was rougher than the others, wanting to fuck her face like it was a tight little pussy, telling her that naughty little girls had no choice, that they were there to be used. Too exhausted to offer any resistance, she let him get on with it, her ears used for support as he banged hard in and out of her pretty mouth. As a result, he came quickly, spraying a wad of watery old spunk in her throat. Chloe was allowed ten seconds to swallow and compose before she was booted towards Jeff Andrews.

When five minutes of sucking elapsed and she saw every man but Mason wanking furiously, Chloe had a fair idea of what was coming next, though was powerless to do anything about it. The hunch was confirmed when Manning ordered her onto her back. The games master and milkman delivering in unison, ropes of cum were aimed at her face, slashing at it. Traces found a way onto her tongue but mainly it remained on her face in a puddle, dewdrops hanging from her nose and chin. Glancing up, Chloe opened her mouth to receive the next load which Jack despatched with a satisfied grunt. This time she swallowed, savouring the seed of her ex-lover before Manning unloaded a massive wad of spunk, covering her face and matting her hair. By the end, her face was covered in a gooey mess.

Wiping her face with her fingers, she proceeded to suck the sticky digits clean, tasting all the different flavours on them. As she lay, staring up, her chest heaved. Jack tossed a napkin beneath and she cleaned up the remainder, finally finding her bearings and aghast to note that the table cloth had been removed and she was on display. They'd been watching her throughout the ordeal, no doubt revelling in her humiliation.

It was then also that it dawned on her one man had still to cum, startling as Big Col reached to pull her by the leg like a caveman claiming his woman. As she clambered up to meet him, he stroked a huge hand up her inner thigh. For such a big man his touch was surprisingly tender, stroking and caressing that sensitive area in the shadow of her pussy. Her breathing raced and she was forced to bite her bottom lip as wetness gathered in her cunt. It was with a mix of relief and disappointment that she noticed the monster cock had been put away.

Inevitably, the big man's sure fingers found their way higher, one of the tips inspecting the full length of the moistened crack. Chloe groaned throatily as her slippery labia were teased apart and the roving digit entered the warm recess. In actuality, Big Col's finger wasn't that much thinner than some cocks, the rounded top reminiscent of a cock head. The walls of Chloe's pussy stretched to accommodate the entry before clamping snugly around the intruding digit. She let out a lustful moan as the other five men looked on with mouths agape, regretful that they were spent.

Big Col held the finger in place, venturing no further, almost touching her clit but not quite. Indeed the nail was so close that when the tiny female love organ vibrated it grazed the edge. Chloe knew she shouldn't, that she should resist, but there was no turning back and she found herself unable to prevent her treacherous body from pressing down. Her clit was aflame with desire and rarely had she wanted anything so badly. As her mouth formed an 'O', she held Col's shoulder for support and began to rotate her hips, working the swollen clit over and over the thick fingertip, up and down, in and out, her juices starting to flow in generous portions. "Ooh, yes, yesssssss, that's it," she mouthed.

As she glanced down into the big man's lap, she saw the huge cock begin to tent inside his trousers. Suppressing a deep moan as she continued to pleasure herself on his finger, the lusty schoolteacher tentatively placed a tiny hand over the bulge, tracing its thick length with a red fingernail. Big Col growled huskily beneath his breath. "Seems this hot little slut wants some nice black cock," he observed with a chuckle.

Chloe half-heartedly shook her head, mouthing 'no', though it wasn't as if she had much choice in the matter. With that, Big Col extracted the finger from her pussy with a discernible slop. Holding the juice laden digit to his lips he tasted Chloe's honey, enthusing. "Oh man, what a tasty little fucking white girl cunt, what a juicy piece of pussy. Now bend over the table like a good slut," he ordered, wrestling down the zip.

Chloe hesitated, fear masking the lust in her eyes for a brief moment.

"I won't tell you twice, bitch," he threatened.

Chloe did as she was told, her breasts squashed to the cool table top, bobble arse in the air. Big Col stood and moved behind like a menacing shadow, mumbling expletive-laced sweet nothings under his breath. Reaching across he prised apart the pretty blonde's thighs and took a moment to admire the pink plumpness of her labia, licking his lips hungrily. Fringed with a light wisp of straw coloured pubic hair that was just starting to grow back, it was a pussy that craved attention. With tight and symmetrical folds, the clit had worked free from its hood to almost lie on the outside. "Man, I've gotta taste that juicy cunt first before I fuck it," the big man growled.

Lowering to his knees, he took Chloe's firm round buttocks in hand, administering a good squeeze like he was kneading dough and easing them together and apart. Chloe felt her pussylips rub together, driving her arousal. As he continued to manhandle the gorgeous buttocks, the pink slit opened like a spring flower petalling, glazed in morning dew. "Oh man, that is one helluva cunt," he heralded before clamping down his mouth.

From their seated positions, the other men could hear the sucking and slurping as their huge mate feasted with relish on Chloe's delightful pussy. One upwards lash of the big man's tongue and Chloe writhed on the tabletop in ecstasy, fingernails scraping the glass surface with a pained sound. As he sucked on her clit like a piece of chewing gum, she feared he was going to swallow it. Chloe couldn't help but gush, little globules of her arousal smattering Col's mouth. Standing, he wiped a hand across his stained lips. "Man, that pussy tastes even better than it looks."

Down below Chloe blushed profusely, yet she craved more relief. As if in answer to her prayers, Col took hold of the shaft of his huge appendage, moving up close and working the bulbous cock head up and down the schoolteacher's slimy pink crack. Chloe purred, lost in ecstasy. Yet, as he pushed to try to go deeper, she was wracked with an overwhelming apprehension and fear for her wellbeing.

It was obvious too what the others were thinking as they looked on aghast: if that monster fucks her tight young pussy she'll be ruined for the rest of us. And the prospect of having a cunt like a wizard's sleeve didn't exactly enamour Chloe. "Oh God no," she pleaded, forgetting the vow of silence as the fat cock head rubbed the tight slit. "Take my arse instead, please," she begged in desperation.

Immediately she regretted uttering the words. Yet they seemed to find favour with the enormous black beast who issued a throaty chortle before removing the juice stained knob from her pussy entrance, scraping the blunt tip over her perineum. "Oh baby," he sighed as his eyes focused on the brown bullseye, clenched as tight as a mouse's butthole. "What a fucking hot damn piece of arse that is."

Vainly Chloe tried to fight back, wriggling like an eel as the cock head slid into the groove of her arse and nestled there. A couple of blunt stabs and it was obvious this little virgin knot was not for breaking. "God damn," complained Big Col. "We're gonna have to take this verrrrrrry slowly."

Chloe winced, savouring the moment of relief as he pulled back and away. Reaching over, the big man scooped up a glob of garlic dip from the dips tray on one of his thick digits, smearing it around the rim of the hole and dabbing the centre as Chloe lay spreadeagled. The knot puckered, enough certainly to slide in the very tip of a big black finger but no more. Chloe's arsehole squelched as Big Col worked the digit inside in a corkscrew motion. The garlic stung but it was nothing compared to the numb pain as her arse walls felt the knuckle stretch its way down. "Oh fuck no, that really hurts," she groaned, no longer caring if she gave herself away.

The protestations came to no avail as, with a strong heave-ho stabbing motion, the whole finger was buried in her anal passage. As Col lifted the digit upwards, Chloe's lightweight body elevated, her belly lifting off the table surface. She was utterly at his whim. "Tee hee hee," he chuckled like a child with a new toy, repeating the trick several times.

"Ooh ooh no," Chloe complained, her anal walls expanding and contracting around the sausage-like intrusion.

Col twisted it around gently inside her, gaining more leverage and making the arsehole slightly more malleable. "Oh God," she moaned, banging her palms on the table top. "Please, no."

"Mmmmmmm, so fucking tight baby," the big man marvelled.

Then with a plop, out it came leaving her arse empty once more, the knot closing tight and sealing itself around thin air. Big Col seemed to be thinking up a plan of attack. "You two, come round here," he commanded.

Charlie and Jeff walked either side, marvelling at the sight of Chloe's nether regions at such close proximity. Both wanted more than anything what Col was about to help himself to, their early eagerness to cum having conspired against them. As directed, each took a butt cheek and pulled. Chloe could feel the hole literally wrenched open.

As the two men forced the gap open, Big Col lunged forward, trapping the very end of his tapered cockhead in the tiny gap. As the two helpers let go, Chloe's buttocks snapped back snugly entrapping the spongy knob. Col let out a yelp, sucking in air through his clenched teeth and berating her for being such a tight white slut bitch. Hands on her shoulders, dwarfing the tiny young teacher, he angled to penetrate deeper, trying to drill the bloated head into the unfeasibly miniscule opening.

All the while he was rocking away, he was talking to her in whispers, telling her what a hot piece of arse she was and how he wanted to get his whole cock inside and fuck her bimbo brains out. Chloe's breath raced and she came close to passing out, fingers clenched as the first inch of shaft buried in her bum to join the fat cock head. Chloe whimpered and inhaled hard. She begged for clemency yet, despite everything, her pussy was absolutely soaked, the glass table top directly beneath her midriff glazed with cloudy extract.

The brutal anal penetration made her head swim and finally, and thankfully, she did pass out for a few precious moments. Coming to with a jolt, it was some consolation to find that the whole thick long cock was up inside her tight bumhole. Col's big black hairy balls rested close to her pussy. She shifted once more to try to get comfortable, grateful when he pulled back away and out of her with a plop. Once more the hole went to seal but this time, pleasantly dilated, it presented the perfect target at which to aim.

The relief of her emptiness was short-lived as he thrust purposefully forward once more. Her arse walls stretched, the muscles yielding unwillingly as the first six inches of fat cock worked its way painfully inside, the rest stuck outside like an uninvited guest. Chloe's tiny frame jerked forward like she was trying to get away. She was moaning and panting, willing a release.

Half a dozen plunges of similar force, each marked by little girlie squeals, and Col was able to plough right up to the base. That last length felt like a red hot poker and Chloe screamed out, desperate for something to cling on to, her tiny hands finding no grip on the slick table. "Oh yeah baby, that's it, take it all," Col encouraged as he held inside her, feeling sinew stretch and muscle yield to his urgings as he jiggled.

As the others looked on, the big man drew back and started to pump furiously from the buttocks, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the room. In and out he worked, back and forth into the tight sphincter until finally the pain for Chloe crossed the line and morphed into pleasure. She raised a thigh to enable a finger to rub at her sensitive clit. With the black beast pumping furiously, she needed an orgasm like never before. "Take it all, white bitch," he mouthed, voice raising an octave as his orgasm approached. "Come on baby, come on," he encouraged.

It was all Chloe could do not to scream, her arse ravaged. She exhaled as Col grunted and unloaded a stream of cum that painted her insides. "Oh fuck yes, you horny little bitch," he cried, pulling out quick, cock throbbing with numb pain.

Chloe writhed on the table like a fish denied water.

"Fuck I want that hot cunt of hers," insisted Bill Mason, climbing to his feet and leaning over, flipping Chloe on to her back like a rag doll before climbing unceremoniously on top, trousers and pants falling around his ankles.

Chloe offered little resistance as the dirty old headmaster sucked at her neck and pawed her tits, his buttocks bouncing as he slammed in and out of her sopping wet pussy with purpose. Chloe clenched her thighs, drawing him close and feeling her orgasm range in as he thrust away with abandon. He was dribbling all over her like a tramp, seemingly devoid of control. As he shot his cum shot deep into her womb, both cried out in ecstasy.

Barely able to draw breath before Charlie was upon her, the milkman filled her cunt with a short stubby cock whilst fingering her stretched arse in a leisurely manner. She squealed as she was forced to cum once more, clit seemingly on a trigger reflex.

Jeff Andrews had his own ideas about how to use their little plaything to best advantage, mounting the table top, knees either side and straddling her face. Gripping hold of the French Maid's outfit, he lowered it to Chloe's belly, exposing her pert breasts. "Squeeze those baby tits tight together," he ordered.

Drained of any resistance, Chloe pushed her boobs together, forming enough cleavage to encase the hard cock that had slunk between. Jeff bucked and fucked back and forth as Jack Willis moved between her legs. Chloe jerked as both men pumped forcefully, before another indignity arrived like a slap in the face. "Lick my arse, you filthy slut," ordered Andrews from above as his titfucking grew ever more urgent. "Stick your tongue right up there, you dirty whore."

Chloe grimaced, but a well aimed backhander to the cheek brought her back to her senses. Unwillingly she pressed out her tongue into the sweat-stained groove of the games teacher's arse. Chloe teased the knot with the tip, experiencing a slightly acrid taste. It wasn't as bad as she'd imagined and it was only when she stopped to think about what she was actually doing that she gagged. Soon, however, her reluctance was forgotten and, as Jack's skiled cock down below brought her to the throes of ecstasy once more, she found herself licking Andrews' butthole with relish.

As Jack grunted and pumped his seed up into her womb, Jeff adjusted to fire his hot load into her mouth. Chloe swallowed and hoovered up the remainder. Left alone at last, as she lay sprawled on the table top, chest heaving, Frank Manning called time. "Okay guys, the fun's over."

"I want to see her pretty face," stated Bill Mason, and before Chloe could react, her mask was in the headmaster's grasp.

It came away easily. Mason's face dropped. "Miss Hunt...?"

"Chloe!" Jack exclaimed.

"Oh my God!" added Jeff and Charlie in unison.

Even Big Col gasped, memories of parents' evening in his brain.

"You lot had better get home to your wives," the host suggested.

One by one they filtered out, leaving just the ragged, teary schoolteacher and Manning senior. Moving up close he whispered: "A word of this to anyone and the police get called in about what you did to my young lad. Teachers aint supposed to do that kind of thing."

Chloe knew he was right and that if she did report the rape to the police doubtless it'd be her in the dock all too soon. Miserably she rose and excused herself.

---

Chloe avoided school on Monday morning, rising only when the doorbell chimed in the early afternoon. It was Kevin Manning. "Leave me alone," she groaned through the letterbox.

"Please miss, I feel so bad about what's happened."

Chloe sighed. As if that was going to make things right. "Look Kevin, just go. I don't want to see anyone today."

"Honestly miss, I didn't mean for things to, um, go as far as they did, so I want to help make up for what I've done."

Her spirits at an all time low, reluctantly Chloe opened the door. "Come on, get it over with, Kevin," she said wearily, opening the dressing gown to expose her breasts.

Kevin looked back quizzically. "No miss, don't be stupid. I can help you out."

Chloe had a thumping headache and really didn't want to listen to the ramblings of a psychotic schoolboy.

She was, however, glad afterwards that she did listen. It gave her the courage to do what needed to be done.

---

"Come in Miss Hunt," mumbled Mr Mason the next day. "About the other day..."

"That's exactly why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"I guess you think you have a hold over me as I'm just a young teacher you can get rid of at your leisure."

Mason pursed his lips. They were true words, of course.

"Well, here's my notice, I quit. I don't want this lousy job any longer. And you know what, you haven't heard the last of this. I'm going to the school governors, then the newspapers and then the police."

"Oh, come come, stop being melodramatic, Miss Hunt."

"Melodramatic?" Chloe gasped, ready to boil over.

"Now I'm sure you realise only too well that the police would be much more interested in your affair with young Manning than an all adult orgy you willingly consented to."

"Willingly consented to...?"

"The word of six pillars of society against that of a cheap slut..." Mason mused, enjoying the sense of power he held.

Chloe composed, determined not to rise to the bait. "Young Manning, as you call him, left school on Friday. He wasn't a pupil at this school when we made love," she shot back defiantly, battling to control her emotion.

Mason started to shake just a little as it suddenly dawned that their group had no hold over her. There was nothing preventing her carrying out the threat. The shaking became more violent as desperation set in. "You can't...I'll be ruined...I'm two years away from my pension...Oh, Chloe please."

"I won't mess around, Mr Mason I want ten thousand apiece from each of you to maintain my silence. Most of you are married men whose wives haven't the foggiest, and I'm sure you don't want to risk prison. You've got until the end of the week."

With that she stormed out, head held high for the first time in a week.

---

A fortnight later, Chloe's bank account had a lovely look to it, more noughts than she could ever have imagined possible. As such, she wasn't in too great a hurry to find another job, though a vacancy in the newspaper did catch her eye. Whilst waiting to be a teacher, she'd passed some physiotherapy exams, a fallback career if ever it were needed. She was more or less fully qualified.

"Hello, Branton Rugby Club," came the reply.

"Oh hi, I'm enquiring about the physiotherapist job advertised in The Recorder."

Mmmmmmm, it was almost perfect: all those big strong rugby players with back complaints and torn muscles to work better. Chloe tingled at the thought.

The End


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