You imagine that you finally are getting through to some of the dismissive local jocks and their equally critical coach. The coach watches as they offer you some tea. Its store bought but the gesture is nice.
You notice that you are really getting immersed in the story and allow yourself a place to stretch out. You continue reading how the teacher drinks the tea and starts feeling warmer.
"Something wrong Professor?" the one jock tells polite. Though he has an odd grin to it as he say so. You are surprised when you Actually reply.
"Maybe you should take off your jacket"
"Wow look at her tits" one of the students says groping her shirt.
The coach ignores your reply and just slowly slides your jacket off. His touch like warm, tingling electricity.
As you read you react your hands seem to have a mind of their own.
The students ignore your words as the other fondles you from behind. The first getting more daring slowly trolling her skirt up.
"Always knew you were a slut" she turned to see the coach had pulled out his cock. "So Professor what do you think of this?" He must be at least nine inches and really thick.
They all laughed at her answer as the first student started running down her panties.
Her vision wasn't fooling her as the coach was at least nine inches and really thick. She was finding it hard to focus as the student between her legs starts rolling his long fingers on the outer rim of her pussy,her next reaction surprised even her.
She felt confused as to why she wasn't not shouting for help as the student behind her started lifting her shirt his hands sliding underneath trying to get under her bra, she made another protest but it was barly noticible
"You're starting to get wet Professor" the one between herr legs mocks you as he slowly slid his finger in her. She couldn't deny it either.
The coach walked closer to her in herr confused state and grabbed herr arm.
"Go ahead Professor, touch my cock and then tell me what you think"
Last edited by Larzaius; 10-27-2014 at 02:18 PM.
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