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A Charmed Life
by Kellie (kelliezgirl@yahoo.com)

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My habit of flirting and teasing my way though school 
comes back to haunt me. (M+/F-teen, nc, rp, bd, ws)

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I learned a lot my Freshman Year. That was the year I 
developed breasts. They just kept getting bigger and 
bigger eventually I wound up a 32D. I hated them at 
first, they made me feel awkward, and the other girls 
would tease me about them. Then I discovered the power 
that it gave me. Men loved them. Something about the 
sight of these big breasts on my 5ft 4in 100 lbs frame 
drove them wild. I learned quickly to exploit it. 

When I had a conference with one of my male teachers, I 
would go off to the bathroom first and remove my bra 
sometimes going as far as getting a Coke from the 
machine and rubbing the cold can against my nipples so 
they would be nice and hard when I went in to the 
office. I would leave the top of my blouse open a 
little and act like a sweet innocent girl and 
everything would be OK. 

I would tease the boys in my classes as well but it was 
never as much fun as teasing the teachers, accidentally 
brushing against them in the halls, sitting in the 
front row of the class, and dropping my pencil, bending 
forward to pick it up...

It was a charmed life, until my Senior Year. A few days 
after my 18th Birthday, I was walking out of the locker 
room. I had stayed late to swim in the school pool, it 
was too much trouble to run and you don’t keep my 
figure without working out, and it was quiet at the 
school.

I stepped out of the locker room and there they were. 
Eight of my teachers. Mr. Jones, Mr. Walters, Mr. 
Thomas, Mr. Clark, Mr. France, Mr. Russell, Mr. Taylor 
and Mr. Jenks.

I smile and said Hi like always but they just glared at 
me. 

Mr. Jones walked up and grabbed my hand. We have had 
enough of your teasing missy; it is time you got yours. 
I looked at them and I could see it in their eyes, 
before I could say a word, they grabbed hold of me, and 
someone was stuffing a sock in my mouth. 

They picked me up, and carried me off. I tried to break 
free but they just laughed as I struggled. 

They carried me into the men’s locker room. I had 
always been curious about it but I never thought I 
would see it like this. I calmed myself down, this is 
all a big joke I kept telling myself, they would let me 
go any minute.

They carried me into the trainer’s room and laid me 
back on a small table. It was just big enough for me, 
my head hung off one end, and it barely went to my 
bottom. They pulled my hands down and I felt them cuff 
them to the sides of the table. 

I watched as Mr. Jones walked up with a pair of 
scissors. He slipped them under my shorts and started 
cutting them, working right up my side and starting on 
my shirt. Then he moved to the other side and did the 
same thing. In a matter of moments, I was naked on the 
table.

I watched, the fear returning as they began to undress. 
Mr. Jones was standing between my legs, naked. 

We are sick and tired of all the teasing it is time for 
you to pay the piper. He moved closer to me, his hand 
reaching down, slipping a finger into my sex, working 
it in and out I could feel my body betraying me as the 
moisture flowed, then without a warning he was driving 
his cock into me. He pound into me and soon I was 
moaning in pleasure. 

One of them pulled the sock out of my mouth and I felt 
Mr. Walters place his hands on my breasts, toying with 
them squeezing them as I slid back and forth from the 
fucking then Mr. Jones pulled out, he was stroking his 
cock and he shot his load all over my stomach. 

Before I could catch my breath Mr. Jenks was in 
position fucking my little cunny. His cock felt huge 
inside me and I thought I would burst as he pounded 
into me. Soon he too was pulling out and shooting all 
over my stomach. 

Next Mr. Walters was between my legs, I cringed as the 
wrinkly old man ran his hand over my thighs playing 
with my pussy before sliding his cock into me. 
Thankfully, he didn’t last long before he pulled out 
and moved alongside me coating my breasts with his 
sperm.

Mr. Thomas took his turn next he lifted my legs, 
placing them up on his shoulders as he drove into me, 
giving me the hardest fucking yet, pounding violently 
into me. Calling me a slut and a whore the entire time, 
before he came he too pulled out and moved along side 
cumming on my breasts.

Mr. Clark took up where he left off, my pussy was 
aching from the abuse now, I had had two or three 
orgasms, but now the pain was clouding my minds as he 
fucked me fast and hard before shooting his load on my 
stomach.

I was given no respite though as Mr. France took up his 
position before he had even shot his load. Mr. Clark 
was standing over me stroking as Mr. France slammed 
into me.

Mr. Clark was also mercifully short. He came on my face 
and neck though laughing as he did.

I laid there for a minute as they looked at my cum 
covered body, snickering at me telling me what I whore 
I was. Is your pussy aching you little slut Mr. Russell 
asked.

Yes, it is I told him please stop it hurts so much.

I watched as he and Mr. Taylor moved to the sides of 
the table, I felt the handcuffs open and I thought I 
was saved instead they rolled me over. I craned to see 
as Mr. Russell moved behind me. I felt the cream hit 
the cheeks of my bottom, his hands spreading my cheeks, 
a finger slipping into my virgin anus. 

I felt the press of his cock against it before he 
entered with a violent thrust I cried out from the 
pain, closing my eyes as he slammed into me, slapping 
my ass as he did, I don’t know how long that went on, 
but it seemed like forever…then I felt him slipping out 
of me his hot cum landing on my back. 

Mr. Taylor moved in behind me and slipped into my ass. 
It wasn’t as bad this time I was worn and stretched 
already but instead of cumming on my back he pulled out 
and moved in front of me rubbing his cock all over y 
face before cumming on me. 

I just laid there, too exhausted to move, eyes closed, 
wondering what was next when I felt the cuffs open, A 
pair of strong hands took each arm and leg. They lifted 
me off the table carrying me into the shower room, 
setting me down on the floor on my back. I watched as 
they formed a circle around me, naked, hard cocks in 
their hands

Suddenly they were all peeing on me, I closed my eyes 
as it rained down on me, open your mouth I heard one of 
them say, I shook my head no and I felt a foot on my 
breast, pressing down, crushing me, I cried out from 
the pain and I felt the stream of urine hit my face and 
mouth, they were all laughing at me as they finished 
peeing on me and I watched as they all walked away...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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