Teacher’s Lesson

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Teacher’s Lesson

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John J Pershing High School was on the poor side of town. The students by and large were already written off by society. Pershing High was the providence of two rival gangs the Sharks and the Leopards each gang had tagged its territory in the school. Presiding over this failing school was principle Markham Noise. He could not do much about the students other than to apply draconian discipline on them and being as tough as the gangs themselves. Markham Noise also had an eye and a hunger for pretty young students, and pretty young teacher’s as well.

It was the end of summer vacation, and Noise had several new teachers to interview for potential positions to the teaching staff at Pershing. He was not looking forward to the task for the only ones who ever applied to teach at Pershing were either shriveled old prunes, or ugly hags that could not land a better teaching job at a better school. Hell almost any school in the city was better than John J Pershing High. Markham Noise was setting behind his large oak desk reviewing a Miss Penelope Goodner's application. Markham groaned Penelope He stilled himself for another interview with a shriveled old prune.
 
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Taking a deep breath, she looked at the building before her. This really was not the best part of town and the school building was not in the best shape what with peeling paint, dirty windows and worn trim. John J. Pershing High School was not exactly where she had hoped that she would eventually apply, much less wind up working, but being late in applying for a teaching position had not been any benefit to her. The sudden death of both of her parents in a horrible accident had suddenly left her alone in the world and finding herself needing to find a job instead of allowing her the year off to look for the perfect position. All the good places had already been taken and that left her her peddling down here with the less than desired schools.

Penelope Goodner (Penny to her parents, God rest their souls) was a petite thing standing all of 5’2” in her stocking feet. Her long light blonde hair was usually worn in a French roll to help her look older than her 20 years and her clear complexion seemed flawless save for the light smattering of pale freckles that were sprinkled across the bridge of her small, upturned nose. Her eyes were wide and innocent looking, and of the brightest blue ever and she possessed a quick smile and a positive attitude. Her figure was trim and neat and well proportioned, making her appear almost like a little doll with her small hands and feet.

Penny was smart and had managed to, with her sharp intellect, graduate after skipping several years of school and entering college early so that she would be only a few years older than her eighteen years old students.

Entering the building, she followed the signs to the principal’s office to be greeted by a rather tired-looking woman. She looked up at Penny and raised an eyebrow in question.

“Yes?”

“I’m here to see Principal Noise. I have an appointment with him. I am Miss Penelope Goodner.”
 
Miss Osgood was seating out the day. She did not only have to contend with the prospective teachers but she also had to update the student records as to who would be attending John J Pershing, who would be in prison, and who would be returning from juvenile hall. A shadow fell across her desk, Dorothy Osgood looked up and was surprised to see an attractive young blond standing before her. The girl was a petite thing standing all of 5’2”, her long light blonde hair worn in a French roll, a rather classy look for a John J Pershing student. Dorothy Osgood pushed a student registration across her desk to Penny as she almost snarled ”Yes”.

The young girl ignored the student registration form.“I’m here to see Principal Noise. I have an appointment with him. I am Miss Penelope Goodner.” Dorothy Osgood was surprise was the young girl applying for a job? Dorothy checked the list of appointment and sure enough Miss Penelope Goodner was on it for a three o’clock appointment. Dorothy Osgood was quite aware of Markham Noise’s hunger for young attractive women and Miss Penelope Goodner surely fit the bill. “ I shall let principle Noise know you are here. Dorothy flicked the intercom on; “Principle Noise your three o’clock Miss Goodner is here.” A rather distracted voice answered; “Send her in Miss Osgood.”

Markham Noise , to say the least, was quite when he saw Miss Penelope Goodner, she was absolutely gorgeous, what a delicious little bit of fluff. “Miss Goodner I apologize that there is not a chair for you, budget constraints you know. Penelope was left standing before the man’s desk as the interview started. The questions by and large where what one would expect; what college did you attend, what experience do you have, and so on. Noise was not paying much attention to Penny’s answers as he was studying her trim figure, her little button nose, and the way her firm young breasts strained against her blouse.

Noise mentally shook himself and the tone of his questioning became more personal. “Do you have a boyfriend Miss Goodner, are you sexually active. He saw the shocked expression on the young girl’s face, the way her pretty blue eyes went wide. Noise continued I know the questions seem personal but I need to know if I can count on you being here all year Miss Goodner. As he was speaking Markham noise was staining in the perfection of penny’s deliciously sculptured legs and the turn of her calves.
 
Being mistaken for a student was not a new thing for Penny as her size did put her at a definite disadvantage. It also had a tendency to make people think that she could easily be snowed or bullied. So when the woman had pushed a registration form towards her, she had ignored it and announced that she had an appointment.

The inside of Principal Noise’s office was as tired and worn as the outside had been. The man sat behind his desk, not even bothering to look up at her when she had entered. His voice had sounded bored and his words had been spoken as if by rote as he read over her resume.

It was when he looked up at her, there was surprise in his eyes before they narrowed, his eyes looking her over. The man appeared somewhere in his fifties with a powerful build, as if he were the warden of a prison instead of principal of a school. His head was totally bald save for a thin fringe of reddish hair.

His hazel eyes bothered her, for they showed no compassion for anyone. They flickered over her again before returned to her resume.

She had noticed that there was no chair in the room for her to sit in and how he chalked it up to budgetary problems, though she seriously doubted him. The man came across as highly unreliable and she worried that they might be unable to pay.

For the next half hour or so, the man asked her general questions about her schooling, as if trying to catch her in some prevarication. But he was unable to find fault with her background.

Suddenly, his questions turned to more of a personal nature and shocked her.

Do you have a boyfriend Miss Goodner, are you sexually active. I know the questions seem personal but I need to know if I can count on you being here all year Miss Goodner.

Miss Goodner’s eyes widened in surprise before she drew herself to her full height, diminutive though it may be, and told Noise, “By law, you are not permitted to ask such questions. Suffice to say that should you hire me I will be able to fulfill my duties.”

She was not about to let the man know that she had never dated, and so had never had a boyfriend. It was none of his business. She had been too busy breezing through high school and college. She stood there, outraged. Perhaps this school was not the perfect place for her. The problem was that this was the only school in the area that still had any openings. And in order to keep her apartment, dull and drab though it might be, she really needed this job. At least for the year. Come next year, she would look for a teaching job in a more suitable location.
 
Do you have a boyfriend Miss Goodner, are you sexually active. I know the questions seem personal but I need to know if I can count on you being here all year Miss Goodner.

Penny’s eyes widened in surprise before she drew herself to her full height, diminutive though it may be, and told Noise, “By law, you are not permitted to ask such questions. Suffice to say that should you hire me I will be able to fulfill my duties.” So this adorable little blonde was feisty, a regular little legal beagle, well a few weeks at John J. Pershing high might just take her down a peg or two and end her up right here in his office on her knees pleasing him. Once her students had taught her what was shat here.

Noise , his hands tented before his face calmly answered “ Your quite correct Miss Goodner, my apologies if I have offended you. School starts in three weeks as for your teaching assignment…….” Noise studied a roster before him, where to put this little blonde fire brand, last period poetry with some of the hardest cases at John J Pershing. A week or two with them and she might just be very pliable and pleasing then.”………. You will be teaching 8th period English, the romantic poets Keith, Shelly, and Byron.” With that Penny’s interview was terminated and she was free for the next three weeks.
 
Once the man discovered that she could not be bullied, and was not willing to back down, Principal Noise became more reasonable and changed tack. He apologized for his questions and offered her a job. Perhaps he had been testing her to see if she could handle such impertinent questions that her students might ask her.

She was happy when she left as she now had a job and would not be left out in the cold. For the next 3 weeks, she did research on the period, making notes on Shelley, Keats, Blake and others. She looked through her lesson plans and wanted to be ready.

On her first morning of her new job, Penny gathered together her notes and the text books that had been chosen by the school’s board. Hoping to look smart yet professional, she dressed in a French blue suit with a print blouse of fleur-de-lis‘s in navy and gold scattered across the material.

According to the schedule sent to her, she would be teaching poetry to high schoolers all day and the 8th period, which was the last of the day would be Romantic Poetry.

This first day was bound to be rough and as she put her hair up in its French roll, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had always been told that her eyes were such a bright blue that many would swear that she must wear colored contacts. But it was all natural.

She still looked like a little doll as she looked back at herself from the mirror, her petite figure in proportion to her height, everything looked in order and in its place. Yet, in no way had she dressed provocatively. Instead, she had purposely leaned towards dull and boring. However, her trim little figure still was evident in the pretty blue suit.

Money was tight and the sandwich and bag of chips that she carried would have to last her for the day. No breakfast and no supper. She hefted her books and papers close to her chest and headed into the school to start her new job. She was an hour and a half early in order to set up her room.

In the Principal’s office, she checked her mail slot and gathered up her mail before she met up with that same secretary that she first met 3 weeks ago. She had since learned the woman’s name was Miss Osgood.

“Good morning, Miss Osgood. If you would be so kind to point me to my room, I will set it up for my classes.”
 
Penny knew that the first day would be rough other than some teaching at summer school she had not really been in front of a class. She started her first day armed with ideals and not much more. Penny was dressed in a conservative blue that could not hide her alluring figure. As she entered John J Pershing high, she was greeted by whistles and cat calls of Hay babe want to have some fun then the boys would grab their crotch. Some of the girls as well made lude comments mistaking Penny for a new student not a new teacher.

Penny sought the relative safety of the Principals office as a temporary escape from the cat call, rude jesters, and lude remarks of the students. “Good morning, Miss Osgood. If you would be so kind to point me to my room, I will set it up for my classes.” Dorothy Osgood took one look at the stunning young teacher and thought They are going to eat her up. “Sure Miss Goodner follow me. One look at Ms. Goodner and Penny silenced any further comments as the secretary led her to Room 201.

Penny’s classroom was like something out of the 1930’s Desks bolted to the floor, a blackboard and chalk. Nothing about the room lent itself to modern teaching. Ms. Goodner returned to her office to leave Penny alone in the room waiting for her 8th period class. They filed in and flopped down in their seats more by size than anything else. Penny tried to call the roll and was greeted by Here sugar lips., present honey, I am here baby doll.
 
There was nothing about Room 201 that would encourage a student to want to learn. In fact, the room looked more like something from a prison than the Public System of Education. The dirty windows made the room seem dark and dingy and several of the glass panes were cracked. There was even a hole in one of the panes that could have been caused by a BB gun.

Still, she made an effort to improve the appearance of room, hoping to make it appear more cheerful. She spent time thumbtacking various drawing of romantic poets. Next, she carefully went through each desk and threw away anything that she found in there - condoms, condom wrappers, old tests, cheat sheets to old tests, food - all left over from the previous school year.

The last thing that she did was write her name on the chalkboard - MISS GOODNER.

As her class started arriving, she could easily see the sly glances between the kids. Pretty much every student in the class - both male and female - was taller than she. Some of the boys were so tall that she came up only to their chests and they easily were much stronger than her too. She could see that she would have her work cut out for her just to keep them in line.

It began when she started calling out the roll, with both the men and women showing disrespect towards her. Names like “Sweet Cheeks” and “Darling” and “Honey” and such. She only got halfway through before stopping and facing the class.

“My name is Miss Goodner. That is what you will call me. I have it written here on the board. I had been informed that all of you were seniors and were able to read. If that is not true, please let me know and I will send you to Principal Noise where he can arrange for you to be left back a year.” There was general snickering but she did not back down.

“Now, let us try again and you answer correctly. You can use ‘Present, Miss Goodner’, or ‘Here’, or something like that. And if you will raise your hand when you answer I can soon learn who everyone is.” She paused and saw a smirk on most of the faces that looked back at her.

“Adams, Timothy?”
 
Penny drew herself up to her full height and read her class the riot act. “My name is Miss Goodner. That is what you will call me. I have it written here on the board. I had been informed that all of you were seniors and were able to read. If that is not true, please let me know and I will send you to Principal Noise where he can arrange for you to be left back a year.” There was some mumbling but for the most part they just snickered at her. Penny was determined to master her students.“Now, let us try again and you answer correctly. You can use ‘Present, Miss Goodner’, or ‘Here’, or something like that. And if you will raise your hand when you answer I can soon learn who everyone is.” Now her class was smirking at her. Penny started the roll call again. “Adams, Timothy?”

“Present Miss Good……….Fuck” the class burst out laughing and Brutus Jones raised his hand and stood up not waiting to be acknowledged by Penny. “So are you a good fuck Miss Goodner”. With a nod from him he and Tim Adams began to close in on Penny. “Shall we see if you are a good fuck Miss Goodner?” Penny was now sandwiched between the two boys as the rest of her class cheered them on and chanted fuck her, fuck her.
 
Present Miss Good……….Fuck

She glanced up sharply as the rest of the students started laughing. These were 18 year old students, those that apparently had failed their senior year and were required to retake their last year. They were adults and knew better.

Before she could reprimand the young man, another male stood and, without waiting for her to recognize him, began walking towards her, say such filth.

So are you a good fuck Miss Goodner

An outraged look crossed her face in an attempt to hide the fear that she was feeling. This boy as well as the one that she had identified as Timothy Adams began to close in on her like tigers stalking their prey. She was so small compared to these boys and her heart began to pound She had to get the upper hand over the class. She just couldn’t lose control on the first day.

Shall we see if you are a good fuck Miss Goodner?

The entire class joined in, male and female chanting fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Suddenly the two boys were like trees beside her.

“ENOUGH! THE CLASS WILL COME TO ORDER!”

She was screaming to be heard over the chanting.

“Both of you boys go sit in your seats! NOW!”

She may have been small but there was plenty of fight in her and she was fighting now to get her class back under control.
 
Penny’s soft eyes were wide as fright took hold of her and yet she stood her ground; “ENOUGH! THE CLASS WILL COME TO ORDER!” She was screaming to be heard over the class chanting Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Penny was sandwiched between Brutus and Tim, a little redhead got up pulled the shade on the door and locked it. Brutus fingers toyed with the button of Penny’s blue suit jacket. The button popped open as if it had a mind of its own. Tim eased the jacket from Penny’s shoulders.

Penny stood trapped between the two boys, men, that towered over her. “Miss Goodner are you going to strip out of that blouse or are we going to have to do it for you Tim whispered in Penny’s ear as he nibbled her ear lobe and that gave her cheek an obscene lick. Brutus’s hands were around Penny’s trim little waist. He lifted her up on her desk so all could see her. Tim began to hike up Penny’s skirt. ”Your blouse Brutus growled at Penny.”
 
She had missed the female student that had gotten up to lock the door to the hall and had pulled the shade so she didn’t know that she was cut off from the rest of the school. Her attention was too taken up by the two boys that were bullying her while the rest of the class chanted.

The boy that she didn’t know his name began to fiddle with the button on her blue jacket and though she kept batting away his hands, the button quickly lost its hold on the buttonhole and her jacket popped open. The bully pulled off her jacket while Tim bent down to whisper in her ear.

Miss Goodner are you going to strip out of that blouse or are we going to have to do it for you

He nibbled on her ear and licked her cheek. She found the whole thing revolting and tried to shove him away but he seemed to refuse to budge.

“Stop it and return to your seats!” The class just laughed and resumed the chant.

Suddenly the other kid grabbed her around the waist and lifted her as if she weighed nothing and stood her on top of her desk and the students cheered. Tim kept trying to hike up her skirt while the other guy kept growling for her to remove her top.

She grit her teeth and shook her head, slapping at Tim’s hands as he kept trying to lift up her straight skirt.

“No! How dare you treat someone this way. I think that Principal Noise will be appalled at your behavior. Stop that!”

She started trying to get down off the desk. Her first day of teaching was becoming an absolute disaster and these students were a terror. she finally got down on her knees while still on her desktop.

Now to gracefully get back on the floor...
 
Penny was caught between the two boys and the lust of her class. Shew fought desperately against Tim’s hands as he hiked her skirt up until the helm was at mid-thigh showing off her very shapely legs to the class. “Boy how would you love those legs wrapped around you as you fucked her cunt.” the class chanted all the more Fuck her, Fuck her

“Stop it and return to your seats!” The class just laughed and continued their chant. “No! How dare you treat someone this way. I think that Principal Noise will be appalled at your behavior. Stop that!” There was a note of desperation in Penny’s voice. She had lost all control of these little heathens Penny tried desperately to get down off of her desk but only managed to be kneeling on the desktop. “you need some help Baby doll getting that blouse off?” Brutus growled again. Tim reached out and grabbed a fist full of penny’s blonde hair he pulled her back her back seductively bowed, and her breasts thrust up an out as if in offering to her class. Brutus grabbed a fist full of Penny’s blouse. “ Will you strip to the waist or do I rip in off Babe?”

The choice was the devil’s choice and not really a choice at all. One way or another Penny would soon be topless.
 
This was a nightmare that just wouldn’t stop.

you need some help Baby doll getting that blouse off?

The large guy growled in her ear and she pushed him away. Her long blonde hair had managed to work its way loose of its French roll , tumbling down her back and Tim reached out to grab it, pulling her head back. Her back bowed in an obscene gesture of thrusting her breast out towards the rest of the students. She missed the eager gazed of the rest of the students hungry for more. Someone grabbed the front of her blouse and a voice was heard in her ear.

Will you strip to the waist or do I rip in off Babe?

She reached out blindly, trying to fight off the hand on her blouse. Someone licked her neck and laughed. Her knees were sore and the hose that she wore already had runs in them.

“Let me go,” she croaked, her voice already turning hoarse from her screaming. But she would not go down without a fight.

”You are of the devil!”
 
“Let me go, you are of the devil!” Penny schemed as she fought her attackers. Her protests and her futile little struggles only seemed to amuse her class. Their lust to see their young beautiful teacher brought low, down to their guttural level seemed the most important thing to them now. The chant of fuck her never let up and seemed to encourage Brutus and Tim to go even further.

The sickening sound of fabric tearing caressed Penny’s senses as the cool air that washed over her chest. “lose the bra Babe” Tim’s hot moist breath stirred the fine whips of hair at the nape of Penny’s neck. Both boys had man handled her. Physically she could not break free of them. Penny was truly trapped. No matter what she did they would have their way with their young blonde teacher. The only question was how much she was willing to suffer for purity’s sake.

Brutus flicked open his switch blade, the light glinted off the blades keen edge. “You going to cooperate babe, or do we cut you.” Something in Brutus’ voice told the young teacher that this was no idle threat.
 
There was the sound of her pretty blouse ripping as cool air brushed across her skin. Shock seemed to set in. Fighting these wild hoodlums was gaining her nothing. These boys were bigger and stronger than her. Perhaps someone would pass by and see in the window what was happening, though she still had no idea that she was cut off from the rest of the world.

Tim’s hand continued to grip tightly onto her blonde hair as he whispered to her. lose the bra Babe

Tears sprang to her eyes and her lip quivered. Fighting had not been a success. She heard the sick snick of a switchblade opening and for once she actually feared for her life.

You going to cooperate babe, or do we cut you.

Deep down inside she felt that this kid really meant it. He would really kill her? The other kid - Tim - still held her head pulled back and it made her unable to move without her hair being pulled out.

Her finger shook as she tried to unhook her bra. The clasp was one of those little plastic hooks nestled in the valley between the cups. Finally she felt it give way and the bra popped apart, hanging from her arms.

Her breast were suddenly out on display, her pale pink nipples quickly puckering as the cool air hit them. Scared and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed.

“Please let me go now,” she begged.
 
Penny’s fighting was futile both Brutus and Tim towered over her and each was much stronger that her. Tim had a firm hold on her silky blonde hair and there was no hope that the class would come to her aid as they chanted Fuck her. Penny could hardly believe it as Tim whispered in her ear “lose the bra Babe” Brutus punctuated Tim’s command with a flick of his wrist and the snap of his switchblade opening. You going to cooperate babe, or do we cut you.

Penny’s stunning blue eyes went wide with fear for her life. The fight lost penny’s trembling fingers fumbled with the snap of her French bra, the bra popped apart, hanging from her arms, and exposing her firm young breasts to the class. The hapless young teacher’s pale pink nipples quickly puckering as the cool air hit them. Scared and embarrassed Penny’s cheeks flushed crimson and her soft angelic voice was barely a whisper as she begged; “Please let me go now,”

The classes chanting had fell silent as Penny was forced to strip to the waist. As she knelt bare breasted on her desk, the students leaning forward for a better look. With a nod from Brutus Tim gave Penny’s long blonde hair a vicious yank. “ Stand up babe and give them a good look at your tits. Brutus pulled Penny’s, now useless bra from her arms. He tossed it out to the class. “More?”

Hell Yes! the class shouted back. Tim was standing behind Penny and whispered in her ear. “They want to see more baby doll…... lose the skirt.” His voice was cold unfeeling. Brutus was cleaning his nails with the tipoff his knife. It was clear that they wanted Penny’s little show to continue.
 
She was embarrassed. The classroom grew eerily quiet as the whole class stared at her breast. Someone jerked her bra and the remains of her ripped up blouse off her arms while the boy named Timothy yanked harder on her long blonde hair held in his tight grip. She gave a cry out and wondered why no one had come to check on her.

Stand up babe and give them a good look at your tits.

She awkwardly climbed off the desk, seeing every eye in the classroom on her, even the female students. Would this nightmare ever end?

More? Her heart skipped a beat of fear when the students yelled back Hell yes!, practically salivating at the thought of seeing more of their teacher.

They want to see more baby doll…... lose the skirt.

“Please, isn’t this enough?” Her voice was soft and pleading as Tim yanked harder on her hair and the other kid walked where she could see him and began to clean his fingernails with the tip of the big switchboard. He looked as if he would just as soon stick it in her gut as he watched her with an evil grin on his face.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she nervously unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The blue skirt puddled at her feet and she stood there, her stockings ripped and her navy blue panties allowing cute little blonde curls to peek out the side.
 
More? Penny’s heart skipped a beat, fear glowed in her stunning azure blue eyes when the students yelled back Hell yes!, practically salivating at the thought of seeing more of their sexy young teacher.

They want to see more baby doll…... lose the skirt.

“Please, isn’t this enough?”
Penny begged her voice trembling as Tim yanked her by her hair to her feet. Tears of shame and humiliation stained the young blonde beauty’s cheeks. Her shaking hands moved to the zipper of her blue skirt. The skirt slowly slid down Penny’s sculptured legs to pull around her trim little ankles. Her navy-blue panties were the only shred of modesty left to Penny.

“Lose the stockings Honey” Tim’s voice was at her ear his body pressed hard to her back; Penny could feel his rock-hard cock against the cheeks of her firm little derriere. Brutus motioned with his knife, there would be no arguing or pleading just obedience. The class was no hollering and hooting as their young teacher was forced to strip. Brutus smile a big toothy smile. “Lose the panties as well baby doll.”

It was apparent that he wanted Penny as naked as the day she was born.
 
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She heard Tim’s voice in her ear and he jerked again on her hair.

Lose the stockings Honey

What kind of hell was this? The kid pulled her back against him and she felt something hard pressed up against her buttocks. Despite having never seen a grown man’s member, she knew well enough what it was. She might have never had sexual relations with a man, nor even ever seen one, but she did know what that was. Her hose were shredded and ruined anyway but still, just wearing them gave her a false sense of modesty. But Tim jerked her head again and and laughed.

Lose the panties as well baby doll.

The kid with the knife motioned to her hose and panties. She was to be left with no modicum of decency. The rest of the students had grown quiet. Their eyes held a look of a look of rabid fascination and she felt like a rabbit in a room full of foxes.

Tears ran down her cheek as she shakily did as ordered until she stood before the students, totally naked. Her pubic hairs were untrimmed and full of pretty golden curls. She had never been one to step up-to-date with current fashion.

She was embarrassed and blushed, closing her eyes and wishing that she were anywhere but here.
 
Lose the panties as well baby doll. Brutus had snarled. Tears ran down her cheek as Penny shakily did as ordered like a good little girl, she now stood totally naked before the students. Penny was embarrassed and blushed a deep crimson, her soft pale skin now a seductive pink from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of her toes. Her stunning azure blue eyes fluttered close; it was clear to see this naked young beauty wished that she were anywhere but here in front of these heathens.

There was appreciative gasp as Penny pussy was revealed to them, followed by wolf whistles, snickering. The class once more took up the chant; fuck her, fuck her! This time the chant was more guttural, more insistent. “ You heard them Baby Doll they want to see you fucked” It was Brutus that pronounced Penny’s fate. Tim dragged the helpless young teacher across her desk by her hair. Brutus was behind Penny and he began to run his finger along her virgin folds. Tim held Penny’s head up by her luxurious blonde hair so everyone could see her angelic face as Brutus fucked her.

Each pass of Brutus’ finger cleaved deeper and deer into Penny’s virgin folds until he found her hooded little clit. He massaged Penny’s clit, coaxing it from its hooded hiding place. Then he let his finger slip into her chaste young body. “Damn but the bitch is tight, you might even think she was a virgin.” His finger grazed Penny’s maiden head. “Damn Baby Doll you are a virgin. It’s a long-time sense I popped a little virgin’s cherry.”

The class broke out in laughter at Brutus fucking their virgin teacher.
 
Her students gasped and laughed at seeing their teacher totally naked in front of them. She saw more than one student, both male and female, glance down at her pubic hair and comment about her blonde curls.

Then once more the chanting started up, demanding to fuck her and she cried out. “No!”

But the student that was bullying her grinned at her and said, You heard them Baby Doll they want to see you fucked She was scared and tried to shake her head but instead Tim quickly dragged her to her desk and had her bent over it, holding her head up so that they could easily see her face. Meanwhile the students continued to chant, like a mob drunk on sexual power.

The boy that she didn’t know got behind her and began to run his fingers along her slit. No man had ever touched her there, nor ever touched her like this.

“Please stop this. Stop. Please.”

But he didn’t. Instead he ran his finger up and down, each time going a bit deeper inside her sex. At one point he began to massage her, and quite against her will she felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach

Then he picked back up slipping his finger even deeper.

Damn but the bitch is tight, you might even think she was a virgin.

She bit her bottom lip and blushed when she felt his finger hit a barrier inside of her.

Damn Baby Doll you are a virgin. It’s a long-time sense I popped a little virgin’s cherry.

And with those words the class laughed. Her voice was soft and could not even be heard over the laughter.

“Stop this now!” But it all fell on deaf ears. The metal desk was cold against her bare skin.
 
Penny was truly trapped by her students; she was naked and bent over her desk her firm young breasts hanging over the edge. Penny’s head held up by her luxurious blonde hair. The girl begged and pleaded with the boys to stop. The class demanded that she be fucked in front of them Brutus casually sealed Penny’s fate as he finger fucked her virgin pussy. “Baby Doll they want to see you fucked.”

“Please stop this. Stop. Please.” Penny whimpered. Brutus loved hearing the little blond beg. “Damn but the bitch is tight, you might even think she was a virgin.” Brutus laughed “Damn Baby Doll you are a virgin. It’s a long-time sense I popped a little virgin’s cherry.”

“Well Brutus she won’t be for long.” The class shot back. Fuck her good man make the bitch scream and beg for more cock. Penny heard the metallic whisper as Brutus unzipped hi pants. “Stop this now!” Penny’s plea fell on deaf ears. They had gone too far there was no way they would stop now.

Penny felt Brutus finger slip from her hot little pussy. Next, she felt him rubbing the head of his cock against her virginal folds. His strong hands were around her waist, his hips moved forward and Brutus’ cock slid into Penny’s chaste young body. “Damn your tight bitch!” his hips trust forward, and another inch of cock slipped into Penny, again Brutus flexed his hips, and he was deeper into Penny’s ripe chaste young body. The head of his cock hit Penny’s maiden head, Brutus’ hips drew back, and he rammed forward. Penny’s virginity was swept away in a moment in a flash of searing pain and loss.

Brutus stilled for a moment and then began to fuck Penny Goodner for real.
 
The class seemed to love the idea that she would not be a virgin much longer. This is not how she expected her first time to be.

The kid removed his finger from inside her sex. The metal sound of his zipper sliding down told her that there would not be anyone coming to stop this horror.

Something incredibly slick and fat rubbed against her sex before he slowly began to push it inside her, beginning to stretch that small opening. It hurt and her mouth opened in a silent scream. He paused, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. The students snickered.

Damn your tight bitch!

He pressed in a bit more and then bumped up against something inside of her. Grabbing her hips to give him leverage, he suddenly thrust hard and deep into her and she felt something tear inside.

The pain shot through her and she screamed. The students cheered and laughed. She could feel something warm run down the inside of her thighs as he pulled out and began to earnestly fuck her, his hips pressing in and out and using her hips as handles. She would learn later that it was blood. Her sex felt so raw and sore, despite the blood making it all slick.

She felt so violated and used, and hoped that this would be the end of it. She had no desire to teach any more. And through it all Tim kept a tight grip on her hair, giving her no chance to move.
 
Each thrust into Penny’s defiled little pussy had Brutus’ balls slapping her inner thigh with the force of that thrust. He was fucking her hard and fast his cock massaging Penny’s clit as he took her. Tim held the little blonde’s head up by her hair so the class could see every emotion that flashed in her stunning azure blue eyes. They loved seeing Penny raped by Brutus. Brutus cock swelled and his cum exploded deep inside Penny’s tight little cunt. He pulled out of her ravished pussy and slapped her firm little ass. “You’re a great fuck baby doll!”

Penny lay across her desk Brutus’s cum and her own virginal blood running down her inner thigh. It was over or at least that what Penny may have hoped but Brutus dashed those hopes. “Tim your turn to Fuck Our Miss Goodner. Tim led go of Penny’s hair and took his place behind her. Tim’s cock was not as fat as Brutus’s, but it was long and very hard. He di not wait but rammed into Penny’s chaste little pussy and fucked her hard for the next ten minutes. When Tim was done with her the next boy stood between Penny’s widespread legs and as she lay across her desk, he fucked her as well. All ten boys in Penny’s class fucked their delicious little blonde teacher. Sensation spread through Penny’s innocent young body, feelings she was ill prepared to deal with, and nothing in her young life had prepared her for.

When the boys were through with Penny it was the girls turn to have their gorgeous young teacher the first girl stuck her naked pussy in Penny’s face; “ Lick my cunt bitch.” She grabbed a fist full of Penny’s hair, there was no escape for the trapped little blonde.
 
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