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Learning Curve (MM-teens/F, rape, school)
by Magus (magus@zeal.com)
11:45am
Catherine, exhausted and still having three classes before
the end of the day, walked down the sunlit hall to her
office to grade her classes' first homework assignments. She
sighed as she walked, knowing that she should be overjoyed.
She'd just married a wonderful man, and had received a job
teaching in her hometown's high school only months after
receiving her masters' degree in college.
None of it felt right, though; life with her new husband
wasn't anything like she thought it'd be, and she felt
uncomfortable teaching people only a few years younger than
her. Especially in seventh period, with two boys sitting in
the back rows looking at her.
She couldn't place what seemed wrong, but the looks they
gave her yesterday certainly weren't those of students
looking at a teacher. The two were both varsity football
players, horrible at English but heroes to the rest of the
school...
She stopped herself as she realized she'd started dwelling
on those two again, four times in half as many days of
school. Shaking her head, Catherine turned the corner to her
office, then froze, her stomach seeming to leap into her
throat, as she saw the two of them standing by their
lockers.
Obviously the two were on lunch break as well, because the
hall rang with silence except for their low conversations.
Catching her breath, and baffled by her fright, she
nevertheless tried to slip into her office without their
noticing. She creaked the door open slowly, then stepped
quietly past the door. As she vanished past the oak-finished
doorway, she saw one of them turn to see her. Inexplicably
alerted, she closed the door quickly and turned the lock on
the doorknob.
Catherine sighed in relief, then thought about how she'd
acted. She eve n felt silly, locking her own office door to
protect herself from some classmates who probably didn't
even remember her name yet. Shaking her head in self-
reproach, she unlocked the door then went to her desk. She
sat down and began looking at the papers, shrugging off her
grey blazer and unbuttoning the sleeves to her white silk
blouse as the sunlight from out side poured into the room,
turning it into an oven. She shrugged the blazer over her
slender shoulders and onto the swivel chair, then untied her
light brown hair and let it fall down her back. She leaned
back in her chair, reading some of the assignments.
She heard a noise suddenly, and she glanced up from a half-
sleep to see the two boys standing at the door. She shook
her hair back and shuffled the papers into a folder, asking
"What can I do for you?" as she glanced up, using the folder
as an excuse to not look straight at them. Her blue eyes
widened slightly as the one with the shaved head closed the
door, while the one with swept-back blonde hair moved closer
to the desk. She gulped as she heard the familiar click of
the lock, then stood up uneasily as the two turned off the
light and moved towards her in the shadows.
"Why don't you do for us," the dark-haired one answered with
a grin, as they moved around opposite sides of the desk,
cornering her in the large blue-carpeted office. As the
blonde-hair boy moved around the desk, he casually jerked
the string on her office window's Venetian blinds, drawing t
hem shut. She tried to catch her breath, and weakly asked,
"What do you want?" The blonde-hair boy answered "YOU."
Breaking out of her trance, she bolted for the door, and
twisted at the metal knob. She pulled uselessly for a
moment, then remembered the lock. She reached down to twist
it open, but as she fumbled with it the dark-haired boy
grabbed her from behind and dragged her back to the middle
of the room. She kicked her legs forward, sending one of her
dress shoes flying against the opposite wall, and one of the
two-she didn't know which --laughed and said "now you're
getting the idea." The boy pulled her backwards and she fell
to the floor on her back, the two quickly kneeling down to
her.
The blonde hair boy grabbed her stocking-clad ankles and the
other slammed her wrists down against the floor and knelt on
top of them, his kneecaps pinning each arm down. He reached
down her body, and she screamed as he ripped her blouse down
the front, sending buttons flying across the room. He pulled
the flaps out of the waistband of her loose black skirt, and
flipped them aside to reveal her fully rounded, brassier-
clad bosom. "You must've missed the sign in the administra-
tion office," he said to he r as she tossed in his arms,
"this hall's under repair; the only people t hat are allowed
her are the carpenters." Catherine tossed down to look a t
the one sitting between her ankles as he said "and they
won't be coming until five o'clock." The one at her arms
tore her bra down her arms and yanked the back hook off as
he said "but we'll probably be coming long before then."
She screamed "no!" and tried to fight them as the boy pushed
her bra aside to expose her round, pale breasts and light
pink nipples. He grabbed her blouse and began dragging it up
her arms, finally throwing it off. Catherine felt the cool
air touching her bare breasts, the two teenage boys' lusty
eyes on them, and she moaned a soft protest as her nipples
begin to harden and stand upright against her breasts.
The boy finished drawing her blouse off and tossed it aside
in a corner along with her bra, then looked back down at
her. She turned and tried to pull her wrists from under his
knees as he lowered his hands; then she gasped, her eyes
closed tightly, as his warm hands touched her breasts,
rubbing along the outside curve of them and stroking his
fingers back and forth.
The other boy pulled off her remaining shoe, then began to
reach his hands up the inside of her legs, sliding past her
skirt, and she tried to kick her legs.
She groaned, "No, please don't!" as his fingers traced along
her legs, rubbing past the top of her stockings and then up
her thighs. He stroked further and she trembled as his hands
slid over the crotch of her briefs. He slid them down her
legs slowly, dragging them across her bent knees and supple
legs, then pulled them over her ankles and placed t hem on
the floor, almost seeming to relish her nakedness and
openness towards him. He traced his two forefingers up and
down the buttons running up the front of her skirt, then
tore them open slightly, exposing a shadowy hint of her
dark, moistening cunt. The boy at her arms leaned forward,
pressing her wrists down even harder.
She winced in pain as her wrists rolled beneath his full
weight, then cried out softly as she felt the other boy's
hands touch the downward curve of her bare cunt.
Catherine tried to concentrate pulling on the man's knees,
trying to pull her wrists from beneath them so she could
claw the boys' faces out and run out the door screaming. She
tried to concentrate on the two of them, the same kind of
low-life jocks she'd spent her life hating, attacking her,
and how much she hated them. She tried to concentrate on her
newlywed husband, a kind and gentle man she'd sworn to be
faithful, a promise they seemed to be forcing her to break.
She tried to concentrate on anything but the boy's steady,
intimately stroking fingers, rubbing and sliding against her
with horribly deliberate slowness. His fingers traced along
the lips of her cunt, and she shuddered as one fingertip
brushed into he r for just a second before trailing up and
down between her kicking legs. She tried to pull away from
him, but the other one held her down, his h ands squeezing
the roundness of her breasts, as the first one touched her
hardening clitoris between two fingers, and began rubbing
his fingers together, with that small, tender spot brushing
and throbbing between them. She gasped, a small light sound,
then let her head fall back, trying to imagine some place
beyond the incessant, unendurable rubbing.
She tried to think clearly, then cried out, her eyes wide,
as she felt something else touch her, something warm and wet
stroking between her legs. She felt the tip of it tracing up
and down her vagina while two firmer, but just as moist,
lines massaged the rest of her cunt in small circles. She
looked down, her eyes half-open, and moaned loudly as she
saw the boy's head beneath the folds of her skirt, his lips
and tongue exploring her innermost depths with quick, ardent
strokes. His upper lip rubbed against the small patch of her
pubic hair, while his lower lip brushed he r crotch up and
down.
She shrieked, horrified by the act, as his tongue darted and
flickered against the small tip of her clitoris. She'd only
h ad one boyfriend throughout high school, despite her
breathtaking looks and numerous admirers, and they'd always
been true to marriage, only daring to touch each other on
their honeymoon. Her husband had never done any thing like
this to her, and Catherine, raised in a conservative
Christian home, had never imagined such a sensation filling
that space so completely.
The boy held her thighs tightly across his shoulders and
lowered his head, sliding his tongue deeper into her. She
groaned in bewilderment a s his tongue pushed further into
her and his lips began massaging her own in earnest, almost
like a French kiss.
She rocked her head slightly as he licked her, then moaned,
her eyes opening, as he drew away from her skirt. Catherine
felt herself lifted into the air, the blonde-hair boy
holding her thighs against his hips while the boy at her
wrists folded his elbows beneath her shoulders and hoisted
her into the air, his hands still cupped around her breasts.
She tossed her head upright and looked down weakly as the
boy holding her legs slid her thighs further up his hips.
She gasped lightly, her eyes wide, and groaned "NO!" as she
saw his member standing erect from between his open jeans'
zipper. The thing seemed enormously large, almost
incongruent with the boy's high-school status. He held her
legs over his hips, then thrust himself up the folds of her
skirt and deeper, past the wetted lips of her vagina and
into her trembling body. His penis went straight between her
legs like a bull's eye, and pierced further into her with
each rough push.
She tossed her head with each rub into her, the member
filling her completely and the tip penetrating depths she'd
never felt touched before. She gasped quietly, her eyes
closed lightly and her head tossed sideways, as the other
boy began pinching her nipples and twisting them about her
breasts slowly. He massaged the two points between his
fingers, the n pressed them down into her breasts while the
other one drew her hips back and forth against his own, her
skirt just barely concealing her.
Her hips rocked slightly against his and she cried out in
self-loathing, trying to remind herself of the attack, of
the way she despised the two men raping her, of the fact
that she was actually being raped.
She felt herself drop to the floor, turned over, and landed
on her hands and knees. Confused by the abrupt ending-she
didn't think the boy had finished-Catherine glanced up to
see the boy at her arms lowering in front of her. He
squatted atop her wrists again, and she felt the other boy
kneeling behind her, his legs lying atop her lower legs and
his hands on her skirt-clad hips.
They held her that way, bent over between them, an d she
cried out as the one behind her lifted the back of her skirt
and began thrusting into her again, his hands holding her
hips against him as h e rocked into her. She moaned and
gasped as his member pounded into her, far deeper than it
could have reached before. She tensed, her head rising as it
went into her, and she felt it move at least nine or ten
inches before withdrawing a little. He rocked back and forth
quickly against the curve of her hips, his dick running
easily through the thin wet line of flesh between the back
of her thighs, and she breathed small, sob-like gasps as she
felt the tip pushing into so far into her.
She had never thought much about sex, had never been allowed
to, and hadn't even dreamed a bout the position they held
her in, bent over as one of them pounded deeper into her
than she thought herself to even be.
The other boy drew his own member out, just as long as the
one behind her, and grabbed the back of her head with one
hand. She turned her face a way from the huge throbbing
dick, her experience with the other boy's lip s giving her
some clue about what he expected of her. He turned her head
back downward and shoved his dick between her lips, sliding
it in and out of her mouth slowly. He brushed the tip
against the base of her tongue, and rubbed it over her
tongue quickly. She began to move her own tongue, at first
just to get away from the thing, then slid her lips up and
down the shaft of his phallus tentatively, feeling the warm
rod in her mouth.
Catherine didn't know what prompted the two to roll her onto
her back, since she knew neither of them had been satisfied,
but they did, and the blonde-hair boy held her legs apart as
he sat down between them. He went into her again, her feet
against his shoulder blades as his member penetrated the
open wet space between her legs. It pounded between her
turned-up thighs, and her cunt flushed red as he went faster
and faster into her.
She tried to move, to keep him out of her somehow, but the
other one held both her arms down, keeping her from even
writhing against the floor. She lay on her back, her gasps
rising higher with each push and her hips desperately
twisting against the student's.
The boy suddenly slowed down, then trembled as he came
inside her. She felt the jet of warm fluid fire deep into
her, his member shuddering inside her. She'd never felt any
other man like that and the sensation overpowered her
collapsing will, sending a tsunami-like orgasm crashing
through her defenses. The boy held inside her, prolonging
the unendurably obscene feelings racing through her
horrified mind. She shook, the orgasm rocking through her
slender frame and seeming to sweep over every inch of her
skin.
Gasping and still moaning, she looked up at the two boys, as
one of them said "That's a good girl. Just lie there and get
fucked."
The dark-haired boy shoved her face-first onto her desk, her
body pressed down against the surface as her legs hung down
the side of the desk towards the floor. She twisted for a
minute as the other boy grabbed her shoulders and held her
against the desk, then gasped quickly as she felt the boy
behind her slid into her, raping her and pushing into her as
he held her legs apart.
She gasped, trying not to lose herself in the sensations,
then tossed as she felt him flip the back of her skirt aside
to show the slim curve of her bottom. He began to rub her
buttocks with his palms, his fingers rubbing into the soft
flesh while his thumbs edged down the crevice. Catherine
jolted slightly as he suddenly spoke.
"Your ass is so finely curved. Your whole body's perfect.
You were a model, weren't you?"
In fact, she had been a model for some local fashion stores
while in college, posing in the latest back-to-school
clothes in sales papers. She suddenly found herself
answering him between gasps as he thrust himself in to her.
"Yes."
"It's easy to tell. You've kept yourself in shape," he said,
then thrust in and out of her in a quick blur before slowing
down again, "God, you're so beautiful."
She groaned as he pumped into her quickly, then slowed to a
steady throb, and rolled her head sideways. The boy's
compliments confused her, and she fought her rising emotions
as he described her light bell-like voice, her firm body,
and her deep blue eyes, all while forcing his member into
her body from behind, his fingers sliding lightly over her
uncovered bottom. He rubbed his hands up her bare back,
massaging her shoulders for a moment as the other boy held
her limp arms down, then traced his fingers back down her
body again. He angled downward and she shrieked as his dick
brushed against her clitoris, the shaft pushing it up and
down as he thrust into her.
Catherine felt herself tensing as he went harder, roughly
assaulting her as he caressed her bottom and softly
described her. She tried to think only of her husband, of
how much she loved him, as the boy pushed her clitoris
quickly. She didn't want to climax, tried desperately not
to, but her body suddenly betrayed her and relaxed into an
overwhelming orgasm.
The boy must have felt her thighs trembling, or heard her
light keening cry, because he came himself and held her hips
up against him as he shot into her.
He climbed off her and walked slowly to the other side of
the desk, and grabbed her arms. The one with blonde hair
walked behind her and she moaned, "No, not again, please!"
shocked by the idea of the two taking turns having her like
that; in fact, the thought of something so profound being
done so casually and easily by the two vaguely horrified
her.
He pulled her thighs open and she gasped, her head straining
upward, as he plunged into her op en cunt, his dick just
barely moving.
Catherine groaned and tossed slightly as he held himself all
the way within her, the feel of it so different from the
first one or from her husband. Some dreadfully nonchalant
corner of her mind marveled at how much sex depended on the
man doing it, ho w different each of two had felt within
her, and she yelped as she tried to block the thought out.
The boy tore the top of her skirt open and let the cloth
drape down the sides of her desk, leaving her clothed only
in her black stockings. Her cries rose higher with each
deeper thrust into her, and the boy had to hold his member
inside her to keep it from slipping between her soaked
labia.
Catherine lay atop the desk on her back, her legs spread
open and hanging over the corners of the desk as the dark-
haired boy stood at the head of it. She lay on the desk with
her hips just barely hanging over the edge, and he held her
hips down against the wood-finished surface as he rape d and
penetrated her damp and open cunt. She groaned softly as his
huge member slid and pushed into her, while the other held
her arms down against the desk with one hand.
He leaned over her shoulders and reached his tongue out to
touch her left nipple; she shuddered and tried futilely to
jerk her wrists away from the desktop, then gasped as the
warm tip touched her hardened nipple. His lips cupped over
her breasts a second later, and she moaned, her body pulling
against the desk, as he cupped his left hand around her
breast and began squeezing the large, wide circle tightly a
s he pulled her nipple into his mouth. He climbed atop the
desk and rested his knee on her wrists as he plucked her
nipple up and down with his lips.
"You were a virgin, weren't you?"
She glanced up to see the boy who asked her, the one
standing at the foot of the desk and stretching her body
taut with his dick. She rolled her head back as he went into
her, then feebly answered, "No, I'm married."
"Is your husband any good in bed?"
Catherine tossed desperately against the two as they took
her, then, gasping, looked up and answered, "I love my
husband." She'd tried to sound defiant, angry, but the words
came out with a faintly pleading tone.
She moaned, rolling her head slowly as the boy who'd spoken
sucked her breast, then opened her eyes and gasped as she
felt his right hand slide d own her body, brushing over the
dark mound of pubic hair and down between her legs. His
fingers began stroking the rise of her clitoris, and she
gasped steadily, her eyes closed, as his fingers lifted it
up and down, one finger sliding into her just above the
other's powerful thrusts.
The boy at her breasts climbed atop her head, his knees on
both sides, and leaned down with his own head against her
hips. The other one continued hi s assault as the boy took
her clitoris in his mouth, drawing it up from her penetrated
crotch and holding it between his lips. His tongue flickered
against her, his hands rubbing her wet labia up and down,
and she cried out in excitement. She barely heard the next
question, except that it reverberated in her mind.
"Do you love him more than this?"
She tossed against the boys, her flushed cunt trembling from
overexertion, and rolled her head against the desk. She
finally answered, "This is rape."
"That's not an answer," he said, suddenly thrusting into her
with a flurry of movement, his dick's shaft pumping all the
way into her several times a second.
Her eyes grew wide at the sensation, a series of small gasps
escaping her lips as her clitoris throbbed in the other
boy's mouth. S he tried to ignore them, but the feeling of
her clitoris being pressed up and down by the boy's hot
tongue, while the other thrust his entire member into her
body, drove itself into the deepest part of her psyche.
Catherine moaned and tossed against the desk, her stocking-
clad feet rubbing along the sides as her long hair fell
around her head. Her rigid body suddenly released itself,
and she shuddered with her third orgasm in that h our. Her
mind reeled with confusion as she heard herself answer,
through the maelstrom of sensations, "I don't know."
Catherine, completely naked, sat at the edge of the desk,
her open legs hugging the hips of the boy standing in front
of her. Her own hips rocked slightly on the edge of the desk
as he came up into her, just barely moving out of her before
going back in.
The other boy sat behind her, holding her arms back as the
first pounded up inside her. She tossed her dark hair back,
her eyes closed, and her breasts shifted up and down softly
as she tossed her body with each push. She'd long forgotten
which boy was doing what and simply absorbed their constant
assault, hardly even trying to hold herself back anymore.
She tried one last time to feebly remember her husband, but
the thought dissolved in a sea of arousal as she felt her
clitoris pinched by the boy in front of her.
The boy holding her arms sat behind her, his legs spread
over her hips, and she gasped-her mind losing every other
thought-as she felt a large tip rushing down the middle of
her slight bottom. He suddenly shoved himself into her
bottom, going all the way up her tightened anus.
She cried out, her eyes wide in physical shock, as she felt
his member inside her. He held her hips in his hands and
began pulling in and out of her, her bottom jerking back and
forth as he pushed his dick through her.
He timed his thrusts carefully, going in just as the other
came into her, and she could almost feel the tip of their
dicks touching as the two simultaneously raped and sodomized
her. Catherine gasped an d panted for air, the wind knocked
out of her by the powerful thrusts, an d tossed her hair,
her back arched, as the two pushed deeper into her.
She didn't know which one grabbed her breasts first, but
they both began rubbing her body as they had her. The one in
front cupped his hands around her breasts, squeezing them
rhythmically, while the one behind her brushed his
fingertips over her nipples and tugged them in and out.
As they took her, the one behind her began kissing
Catherine's neck, while the one in front leaned his body
forward and took her right nipple into his mouth. She
groaned, her eyes closed tightly and whole body convulsing
in sweat, as the two slowly molested her with their lips.
She rolled her head sideways as the boy behind her began
sucking her neck, and she faintly wondered how she would
explain the "hickey" to her husband later. The other boy's
tongue slid easily over her firm nipple, and she moaned as
she felt his lips drawing over the pink tip. The boy in
front slid in and out of her slippery cunt slowly, almost
teasingly, as the other held her hips back against him, his
shaft thrust up firmly between her buttocks.
They began to go faster again, eliciting high gasps and
moans from the woman held between them, and she climaxed as
both of them suddenly filled her with their come, her hips
shaking as she felt them.
3:04pm
Catherine, exhausted from the ordeal, staggered into her
seventh period class. She had only had time to throw on her
clothes before the class began, and she knew her clothes
still looked wrinkled from lying heaped on the floor for so
many hours. She straightened her hair, then tried to call
roll. She said a few names, then gulped as she saw her two
tormenters sitting in the back of the glass, flashing
secretive, knowing smiles at her.
They had disappeared from the office, leaving her barely
able to stand, and she'd hoped and prayed they'd simply left
the school grounds. She tried to look calm as she read their
names, then rushed to complete the roll. She could hardly
believe it when she began to feel her body responding
instinctively to the sight of the two boys, her thighs were
dampening beneath her skirt. She quickly told the class to
study for a few moments.
Leaving the room quickly, Catherine ducked into the ladies'
bathroom. Quickly lifting her skirt, she pushed her left
hand into the waistband of her crumpled panties and began
rubbing herself quickly.
She moaned, her fingers rubbing fervently, as the experience
she'd just had rushed into her consciousness again. She
could imagine the two boy's mocking faces as she succumbed
even to the memory of their encounter.
THE END