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Parents Evening
by MasochisticBitch (sexgodess4eva@hotmail.co.uk)
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This is a story I was requested to write for a good
friend of mine. It is about a high school rebel. Her
two teachers have had the eye for her and she runs into
school late at night after parents evening. The two
teachers finally get what they want. (MM/f-teen, nc,
rp, v, 1st, tor, bd, sn)
***
It was late on Friday evening and Emma had just come
back from visiting her boyfriend. She was told that is
was parent's evening and her parents told her to meet
them at the school. She was an hour late but she didn't
really care. She was a bit of a rebel with a kind
heart. She was five foot four, and was voluptuous. She
had wavy messy hair that was all different colours but
mainly it was blonde. She had pale skin and green eyes
with a nose and lip piercing. She walked along to the
beat of the music to her iPod. She had a baggy black
band t-shirt on and tight light blue jeans.
She marched into the school which was dark. She
wondered why it was since it was parent's evening. She
glanced at the clock and realised it was 11'oclock! She
was just about to leave when she felt a tap on her
shoulder. "Ahh Emma we wondered when you would turn
up!"
Emma whipped round and sighed in relief, it was only
Mr. Valentine the history teacher. Emma said, "You
alright sir? What you doing here so late?"
Mr. Valentine shuffled his feet, cleared his throat and
smiled "Me and Mr. Smith waited for you because we need
to have a serious chat." Emma stared at him.
He looked scary in the night and she felt her heart
jump into her throat. "What have I done this time?"
Emma said.
"Come with me Emma we have a lot to discuss." Emma
followed him down the corridor and went into the
history room. Mr. Smith was there sat at the desk with
his trainers up on the desk. "Jamie what have I told
you about your feet on my work!"
"Sorry Raphael," He exclaimed, "Ah Emma I was hoping I
would see you tonight."
Emma who was still sniggering to find out her history
teachers first name was starting feel like something
was wrong. She noticed that Mr. Valentine kept smiling
oddly at her and Mr. Smith kept licking his lips and
looking her up and down. She could feel their eyes
moving over her body. She decided to break the silence
and said to them defiantly, "What do you want because I
want to go home in a minute I'm tired."
"Well Emma, I know you are good student but your grades
have been declining alarmingly so me and Mr. Smith have
decided that you need to be punished." Emma stared at
the two teachers positive now that something was wrong.
She edged towards the door as she told them, "Well give
me my week's detentions then I will be off."
The two teachers smiled at each other and Mr. Smith
said, "That was not quite what we had in mind Emma."
Emma was getting afraid now and said, "Well what did
you have in mind?"
"Well Emma you may not know this but Mr. Smith and I
have been watching you for a very long time now. We
have watched you from year seven. Your pre-teen body
was beautiful Emma but now you have the body of a woman
and we want it." They looked at each other with a
sadistic lust in their eyes for the rebellious teenager
who stood in their wake.
"B...but why me? I am not the best looking and I have
um… no experience in that field. I'm sure you could
find other people with more experience than me. Say
Kelly for instance!" Emma gasped desperately trying to
save herself from these two sick minded men.
"Emma, Emma, Emma. If we wanted a slag we would go to a
brothel. No, me and Mr. Valentine want young, fresh
meat. As you said yourself you are a virgin. I never
would have expected it of YOU Emma. Yummy! Yummy!"
"Oh and Emma don't think we are stupid because we see
you edging towards the door. If you run you will feel
pain like you have never felt pain before you dirty
little bitch!"
Emma cowered in Mr. Valentine's shadow. He was a tall
man about six foot four. He had a natural tan and his
hair was black. His deep brown eyes glittered with
malice as he sneered at her. Mr. Smith was grinning at
him. Mr. Smith was a six foot man. He had large
shoulders and he was rather pale with dark blue eyes.
He had brown hair and glasses. His legs were muscular
and he had a toned body. He had massive biceps and Emma
was sure if he picked her up he could easily crush her
ribs if he squeezed them hard enough.
"Well Mr. Smith, Mr. Valentine I think you are the
biggest pair of perverts in the world and you are in
the land of fucking dreams if you think you are raping
me. Why don't you both just leave me the fuck alone and
let me go." Emma was gasping for breath after these
words and was trembling.
"Emma, dreams come TRUE!" Mr. Valentine snatched at her
but she swung round and ducked out of the door. She
felt his fingers grasp some of her hair and she cried
out in pain. She heard Valentine snap to Smith "Well
don't just sit there! Grab her!" She didn't hear
anymore after that. She scrambled down the corridor and
ran outside into the cool air. She wondered which way
to go when she heard Mr. Smith shout, "Yoohoo little
girlie, you can't escape from me you suck at running!"
Emma panicked because she knew Mr. Smith was right. She
dashed into the science block and ran into her form
tutor's room. Mr. Osbourne must have gone home because
his desk was tidy and the lights were off. She hid
under the far desk and cried with fear and pain. She
had cut her arm and it was dripping with blood.
Suddenly she heard the door creak open and she waited
in silence.
"Emma? I know you are in here you little whore so you
may as well give it up. If you come out I promise we
won't hurt you a lot. We will just get what we want
then let you go." It was Mr. Valentine.
Emma shook under the desk. She was so scared; she has
beads of sweat running down her face.
"We have to do it the hard way then. You are going to
suffer Emma. Wearing those short tight skirts and
blouses. You have teased me ever since you got here you
little bitch and now I can finally have you!"
He walked round the classroom slowly breathing heavily.
He stopped right in front of the desk which concealed
the scared sixteen year old. She saw his polished shoes
were right next to her. He crouched slowly and looked
at her. "Peek-a-boo little girl."
Emma screamed as he grabbed her. Mr. Smith ran in and
grinned. He grabbed Emma's legs and pinned her on the
table. Mr. Valentine pulled a long thick rope out of
his pocket and wrapped it tightly around her arms
pinning them to the table. They grinned when they saw
her bleeding arm. Mr. Valentine put his mouth to it and
licked the blood and Emma screamed. It stung and bled
even more. "Emma you do know a virgin's blood is the
best, so sweet!"
"Get the fuck off me you wanker! You just wait until my
boyfriend hears about this he will kick your ass!" Emma
screamed.
"What makes you think you are leaving my dear?" Mr.
Smith said and stared into her eyes.
She looked up at her captors and tears of desolation
streamed down her cheek. She knew she was helpless and
she was about to have her innocence took away. Mr.
Valentine wrapped another length of rope round her
ankles and strapped them to the desk. He pulled her
head up by her hair and placed a pillow under it. "This
is only so you can see what we are doing to you." Mr.
Valentine said. Mr. Smith whipped out a sharp pair of
scissors and cut her t shirt off and her white lacy bra
was revealed. "Oh yes Emma! 34 D if I am not mistaken!
Gorgeous, you must be proud of those babies you little
slut!" Mr. Smith smiled with bloodlust dancing in his
eyes.
She was spread eagled on the desk when both teachers
cut her bra off. They pulled out the desk and Mr.
Valentine was on the left side and Mr. Smith was on the
right. They grabbed a tit each and caressed it gently.
Emma gasped because their hands were cold and rough.
They started squeezing them, gentle at first and then
they started squeezing them with all their strength and
Emma cried out in agony. Her boobs were still growing
and this was like a burning pain throughout her chest.
Mr. Smith slapped her hard across her face and said,
"Stop squealing like a pig or I will shut you up!"
Then Mr. Smith pulled out his scissors and cut off her
jeans revealing smooth but pale legs. Emma was staring
in shock. Her cute spongebob hot pants were on show.
Both teachers looked at each other and said at the same
time "How cute Emma."
Emma struggled against her bonds and screamed out,
"Just leave me the fuck alone you dirty bastards!" She
then spat at them but it stopped short. Mr. Smith
stared at her and said, "Emma it is time I shut you up.
And if I feel teeth I will carve you into tiny pieces.
Do you understand?"
Emma looked into the manic blue eyes and nodded meekly.
He pulled down his tracksuit bottoms and pulled down
his boxer shorts and pulled out his cock. Emma stared
because she had never seen one before. It was eleven
inches long and thick. It was throbbing and it had a
swollen purple head. Mr. Smith straddled Emma over her
chest and put his huge cock at the entrance of her
mouth. Emma cried, "Please let me take my lip stud out
first."
Mr. Smith replied "I will." He pulled it and it come
straight out. He placed it on the next desk and then
pushed the swollen head into Emma's mouth. She gagged
at the feeling and Mr. Smith slapped her. He grabbed
her hair and rammed her head on his cock and he moaned
as her warm wet tongue rubbed against his huge meat.
She gagged and tried to pull away but this just held
more slaps for her. He slapped her pale face until it
was red raw.
"Emma you little bitch I expect better from you! Now
take it like the whore you are!" He pulled her up by
the hair and fucked her throat mercilessly. Emma now
had tears streaming down her face and she was choking
on his massive meat. He gave a deep sigh and then Emma
felt something warm salty and sticky in her mouth. She
tried to spit it out but Mr. Smith wouldn't stop
fucking her mouth so she swallowed it. He pulled his
cock out of her mouth and she gasped for air greedily
and then started to cry, trembling uncontrollably.
"See Emma? You see the extent of which you teased us?
Now this is our moment Emma, we will finally get what
we have dreamed over, your body." Mr. Valentine's words
chilled Emma to the very bone.
"Emma, I know that is not the best you can do. I had to
do most of the work! You know Raphael; I think she
needs to be punished. Anything come to mind?" Mr.
Valentine smiled and licked his lips. "Exactly what I
had in mind Jamie." Mr. Valentine walked out of the
room and come back five minutes later pushing a trolley
full of bottles and other things that were not visible
from the angle Emma's head was. Mr. Smith wandered over
and looked into the trolley. "Ah Raphael, very good
indeed! We can have some fun with these!"
Emma stared at the two men wondering what was on the
trolley. She knew by their smile that it did not bode
well for her. Mr. Smith walked over to her and he had a
long narrow strip of black cloth in his left hand. "Now
Emma we want to surprise you with the arranged delights
we have tonight. So you must wear this blindfold so you
can't see what is coming." Mr. Smith was grinning as he
said this and he had a manic glint in his eye. Emma
struggled against the rope but it dug into her injured
arm and made her cry out in pain. Mr. Smith slapped her
over and over again for this and roughly blindfolded
her. She was whimpering by this time and both teachers
grinned at the 16 year old virgin they had tied to the
table.
"Jamie, it is time we showed Emma how frustrated she
has made us!" As Mr. Valentine said these words Emma
heard a chink of metal and footsteps coming towards
her. She felt her hand pressed down onto the table and
then there was a bang and a scream. White hot pain
coursed through her body and she shook violently. Mr.
Valentine had pinned her hand to the table with a steak
knife. Emma stopped shaking and screamed with pain.
Then he pinned the other hand to the table with another
knife. Then the rope was untied from her wrists. Her
breath was haggard and she found it hard to breathe.
Mr. Smith giggled and said her, "Emma now you are going
to be mine! I will take your virginity and you shall
belong to me."
Emma didn't say anything at all. She knew whatever she
said there would be more pain round the corner. She
felt Mr. Smith's muscular legs push hers apart and felt
his huge hard cock at the entrance of her virgin hole.
Suddenly she let out a shrill scream; he pushed forward
and ripped through her hymen without much effort. He
moaned as he felt her virgin blood run down his massive
cock. God how tight she was! He held her up while he
pounded her pussy. Emma was in agony. She had never
felt anything like this before.
She sobbed as her body was violated mercilessly by her
teacher. But as he carried on a new sensation was
filling her, a warm tingly feeling that was almost
unbearably pleasurable. Her body betrayed her when she
moaned and bit her lip with ecstasy. Mr. Smith smiled
and laughed. "Emma is you enjoying this? You little
whore; you like to be fucked by big bad man meat don't
you? You live for this you little slut!" He knew he was
going to explode with her tight pussy encasing his
cock. He felt the cum shoot out of his cock and into
her pussy. He lay on top of her shaking and sweating.
He licked her face and said to her, "Thanks Emma I
enjoyed that bitch."
Mr. Valentine walked over and whispered in her ear,
"Hey Emma guess what? It's my turn next and trust me; I
am not as gentle as Mr. Smith." He bit her cheek and
she moaned as he pulled away. She was crying
uncontrollably, she was exhausted and she felt weak
from blood loss. Her head was spinning and she felt
sick.
Emma felt more pain in her hands as the knives were
pulled out. Her feet were untied but she was too weak
to struggle. She was placed on all fours and the knives
were slammed into the backs of her hands. She passed
out from this…
When she awoke she found that her hands were still
pinned to the table and she was propped up by Mr.
Smith. At the back she felt Mr. Valentine's hard cock
at the entrance of her ass. "Oh no please sir! Not
there not in there!" She begged her history teacher.
Mr. Smith propped her up with some books and stood on a
chair in front of her. His hard cock was at the
entrance of her mouth again. "Now Emma, I want to do
this to you. So I am and there is nothing you can say
to stop it. I have wanted a piece of your fine ass for
years!" Saying that Mr. Valentine rammed his massive
cock up her ass. She screamed and shouted "STOP IT
PLEASE!! IT HURTS FAR TOO MUCH!" She was begging for
him to stop Mr. Smith rammed his huge meat down the
back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull away
but the knives held fast.
She heard Mr. Valentine moan in ecstasy as he fucked
her ass hard. Emma felt her ass being ripped open and
the blood trickle down her thigh. "Emma I knew you were
going to feel good but I never would have expected
this." Mr. Valentine carried on pounding her ass and
Mr. Smith kept at fucking her throat. She found that
she could not breathe and gagged. She felt dizzy as the
two men spit-roasted her. She was suffocating!
Vomit rose in her throat but could not escape! She
choked and tried to back away from the cock pounding
her mouth but he wouldn't give. Emma was past feeling
now and the last thing she felt were both men shooting
their loads into her ass and mouth. She collapsed on
the table lifeless with vomit and cum pouring out of
her mouth.
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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