The rugby player just gave a snort. “You should look where you’re going, darling.”
Darling? Chloe felt her blood boil. After all the indignity served up that day and the previous one she wasn’t going to be spoken to like that from some jumped-up teenager, how ever big he was. Crossing her arms, she fronted out the Goliath. “Well, are you going to say sorry or am I going to put you on detention, young man?”
The rugby player chuckled. Little did she know he was from the opposing school, way outside her jurisdiction, or what he and his mates did to stuck-up butches like her. “I’ll show you how sorry I am,” he mouthed, thrusting forward to pin her up against the wall.
Chloe screamed a fearful sound before a huge hand covered her mouth. Gathering up the petite teacher in his powerful arms, the prop wrestled her into the away team’s changing room where a mob of heavily built, mud splattered brutes of XXX proportions glanced up in various states of undress. A collective grin ran around the sweat-ridden congregation. “Looks like the post-match entertainment has arrived,” enthused a man mountain with a huge round shaved head, cauliflower ears and a flat nose, sporting the captain’s armband.
Quick to take charge, a set of banana-sized fingers wrapped around Chloe’s waist and she was pulled into the captain’s lap. Chloe wiggled like an eel. “Shush, now there’s a good girl.”
“I think she’s a teacher at this piss-hole of a school,” another giant with a crew cut observed.
Suddenly it dawned on the fearful blonde that these weren’t her pupils, her scholarly authority worthless. Nonetheless she still enjoyed a position of power and seniority – didn’t she? “Yes I am a teacher,” Chloe confirmed. “Lay another finger on me and you boys are in so much trouble.”
“Wooooooo-hooooooo,” rang out the sarcastic response.
The captain held her tightly to him. “And how exactly does a female teacher go about explaining how she came to be naked in a male changing room?”
“Naked…I’m not…”
A rip and her blouse came away all too easily like crepe paper, its flimsiness no match for a pair of strong, rough hands, buttons flying around like shrapnel. Her bra presented a tougher proposition, its tiny clasp too fiddly for those thick sausage fingers. In frustration, the captain bit his way through the lace as another pair of brutes moved in to wrestle down her corduroys and thong, her legs kicking wildly.
With that she slipped from the captain’s grasp, squirming naked on the tiles in a film of liquefied mud and surrounded by a wall of muscle and sinew. Like a pack of lions closing in on its prey they moved forward, shorts loosened around their waists to reveal cocks of varying degrees of size and readiness. The captain stepped closest, lifting Chloe’s chin and pressing his stubby cock to her lips. “Who’s in charge here?”
A token defiance from the schoolteacher, clenching tight her lips, was resolved with a carefully aimed slap on the cheek. “WHO’S IN CHARGE?”
She looked around the baying mob. “You are,” she whined, miserably opening up to receive the insistent organ.
Short and stubby, it failed to tickle the back of her throat but boy did stretch her lips wide. The captain groaned as his cock disappeared up to the balls, raising a thumb to the fourteen others who looked on, clapping and chanting in unison. Chloe could only moan and bawl while cock-gagged. She closed her eyes and tried to withdraw her tongue. The response from his cock was to make it even more enormous, inflating in the warm wet recess. He boasted to the others that he’d never felt anything this good before. He could feel her dismay and repulsion through his cock.
The others laughed raucously as they looked on, willing their turn. Her initial resistance, moaning and squealing having abated, Chloe knew she had to accept what was happening. She was sniffling however, which made the captain enjoy his time even more. Her mind was trying to dissipate to somewhere else – disconnecting her from these naughty actions. She had to get this over with – and fast.
The braver ones among the onlookers issued the occasional slap to Chloe’s bobbling bum as she sucked and licked, naked and on her knees, tongue dancing as she did all she could to make the one in her mouth cum as quick as possible. The captain groaned, telling her what a filthy little fucking cocksucking whore she was, taking a firm grip of the pretty blonde’s hair and starting to pound her face like it was a hot cunt.
Two other bulky forwards moved beside him, watching the scene unravel and suddenly unable to contain their urges. They wanked furiously in Chloe’s periphery vision as she accepted the brutal face-pounding. They reached down to move her hands to their shafts, urging her to masturbate them. Chloe wrapped two pairs of tiny fingers around the thick slabs of meat and stroked defly, in rhythm with her sucking. The quicker she could get this over, the better, was all she could think.
The outcome of her skilful ministrations was a three-way tidal wave of cum, pumped into the pretty schoolteacher’s face. She swallowed all she could so as not to choke, the remainder sliding down her cheeks and chin. Little time to catch a breath, quickly the warm accommodating mouth was filled once more by another throbbing cock.
Chloe moaned onto the rampant organ as a hand lifted her underbelly, elevating her buttocks. She glanced back momentarily, witnessing the prop that had instigated everything ready to make the first venture inside that hot shaven cunt. Amid a triumphant exhalation, his cock tip entered the pink moist slit with purpose. Adjusting position, he thrust deep into the tormented teacher’s pussy and banged her cervix. A dozen raking strokes threatened to pierce her womb before the prop came with a mighty roar, his spunk flooding her box.
Soon he was replaced, another series of frenzied thrusts and another load despatched deep into her belly. And then that one was replaced. None lasted any length of time, such was the joy conferred by banging such a tight wet pussy, yet each came with a grunt of sheer joy. Hands felt every part of her body as they played joyously, her nipples foever being pinched, twisted and pulled, leaving Chloe in a daze.
The motion from behind of one particularly large boy forced Chloe forward so hard that she almost swallowed the cock she was sucking. The result of that deepthroating motion was another frenzied explosion and a stream of cum sprayed straight into her throat. Thrashing around in the muddy puddle, literally she became a dirty slut.
One after another they took their turns, using her body mercilessly until she was too exhausted to remain upright. Flipping the delicious blonde onto her back, the last few took her missionary style. Dwarfing the petite blonde, just her raised knees were visible as buttocks bounced in between. So many cocks ploughed her furrow that evening she lost count, her womb overflowing with thick young seed.
Occasionally her head was raised and angled to take more cock, though her mouth was numb. Not until every player had been satisfied both vaginally and orally did the rape finally relent. Warning off those that harboured lingering urges, the captain lifted Chloe like a ragdoll in his powerful arms, conveying her to the showers. The water felt good as it washed away the dirt and cum.
Despite two hours of being fucked relentlessly, sadly Chloe had still to cum. Gathering up a ball of lather in her hands, she coated the captain’s cock with foam and begged him to shove it inside and fuck her. “You really are a dirty fucking slut,” he observed with a smile.
Chloe averted her eyes. Ever willing to oblige, however, he lifted her to the shower wall, stretching her pussy with that short fat cock whilst sucking and biting her neck. Despite having cum twice already, he was full of youthful exuberance and plenty hard for the sexy blonde, buttocks pumping back and forth. Chloe raked at his strong shoulders with her fingernails, mewling lightly. The orgasm when finally it arrived was worth waiting for, Chloe’s whole body convulsing. She slid down the wall and onto her bum.
A strong hand reached to ease her out. With compassion, each of the team took his turn towelling her dry, apologies whispered if they’d been a little rough. Chloe thanked each with a soft parting kiss.
And then they were gone to catch their team bus. Glancing around in their wake, Chloe searched out her discarded clothes. In the battle to remove them, every item had been torn to shreds. All that remained was a forgotten rugby top. With no other option, Chloe put it on tentatively, smelling the aroma of sweat and toil in its fabric. Sucking in air and sore as hell around the mouth and pussy, the bottom of the shirt barely reached mid thigh. She could hardly walk home looking like this. It was then that Kevin Manning appeared through the door, with a sneer. “Nice show, slut.”
Chloe’s eyes slanted. “Did you watch that, Sir?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you come to help me, Sir?”
Kevin grinned at the irony: his puny body against fifteen giants. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself too much to me.”
Chloe said nothing, looking embarrassedly to the floor. Little did she know Kevin had maufactured the whole thing, ‘borrowing’ Jeff Andrews’ mobile phone to send the text and aware of the reputation of the away school’s rugby team. And it had worked a treat. “Come on you dirty whore, I’ll give you a lift home.”
Chloe’s face brightened ever so slightly.
It clouded again when she saw Kevin’s pushbike propped up outside. Forlorny she tugged at the tail of the rugby top and it stretched down a little, but then rode back up again, revealing a hint of shaven pussy. It was going to be a long ride home on Kevin’s crossbar. Try as she might, flashing at passers-by was unavoidable, the day’s humiliation reaching completion. Kevin pulled up outside his house. “Are you looking forward to the weekend, miss? I certainly am,” came his departing words.
He winked and Chloe whimpered. It couldn’t get any worse for her, could it? It could if Kevin Manning had anything to do with it.
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