by bobwhite
I really need to get a man. That thought kept running through my mind. Every morning for most of this whole school year—my first, by the way—I would wake up so horny that I had to get off before going to work. I could barely get out of bed before I just had to answer my body’s demands. Hell, I’d bought enough sex toys over the past six months to fill two drawers in my night stand, and they all got used regularly. I didn’t even make it out of the house some weekends, unless I had some shopping to do, or friends or family to visit. Not that there was much to do in the small town—the biggest building was the little high school that didn’t even have 500 students total.
But still, there had to be more to my sex life than just constant masturbation, didn’t there?
Eyes closed, on my knees, and my shoulder hard to the bed, I slid the fat, black rubber dildo deep into my scorching wetness. It’s the big one, with the realistic head, veins, and even balls at the very end. It doesn’t vibrate, I don’t need a nine-inch dong in my pussy to vibrate to get me off. The slender, well-lubed, six-inch vibe I’m using in my asshole provides all the vibes I need, and then some.
I really, really need a man... one who isn’t intimidated by all of... ungh...! one who isn’t intimidated by all these toys.... After an orgasm like that, an early morning strong one (I usually needed about ten of those to be worth anything in front of the history class I taught), I usually turn my thoughts to finding a guy who would love sharing me with my toys. Just thinking about having one of my toys replaced with a living, throbbing, 100% natural, U.S.D.A. Grade A slab of manbeef gets me ready for another go.
The butt plug? The vibrating butt plug? Yeah... get some lube... rub around the opening a bit... press gently... work it in, c’mon, Jess, it’s the medium one... almost there... almost... oooooooooh, yeah, it’s in... turn it on, set it... to throb... ok, now the vibe with the bunny ears that hit my clit....
I usually flip over on my back when I use the Blue Bunny Vibe, especially if I’m wearing a butt plug that won’t slip out, like my Supra Vibro-Plugganator 2000. Both have speed settings, and the butt plug has settings that vary the speed automatically for a throbbing effect. If I didn’t have to hold the vibe just right so it’s tickle my clit while the head rotates inside me, I could just lay on my back and let the damn things make me cum and cum until the batteries ran out.
But, I didn’t flip over. I even tried, but I held my position. I guess this just feels so damn good that... oooh, oh, UNGH! Damn, can’t fucking stop now... damn, here comes another... oh.... Mmmmmmmmm, fuck... knees are starting to hurt... shoulder too, when did my mattress get so damn stiff! I tried to turn over again, as my knees were getting pretty sore. But the more I tried, the better my toys felt—it was insane, it’s like I was afraid to take them out because they were just making me cum so fast and so hard. It was getting hard to count how many times I’d climaxed, as they were coming one right after the other... but after one of the louder, more violent ones, my leg slipped off the edge of my bed.
No way is my bed this small... dammit, did I work my way over to the edge somehow? I almost always have my eyes closed, as it helps my imagination (at least, that’s what I tell myself—truth is, with toys like I’ve got, imagination takes a back seat to getting off). But I could not understand how my leg just slipped off of my large bed—and as I thought about it, this mattress was more like wood. Hard, varnished wood.
I opened my eyes. I was staring sideways, as my shoulder was pinned to the... wood? This is wood! That door, that’s familiar... this isn’t a pillow... this is... my calendar from my desk? Wait... this is my desk! Fuck, what in the... FUCK, UNGH!
I couldn’t keep that last one quiet. I screamed as I came, and that’s when I heard the applause. Suddenly able to control my body (and a more than a little nervous that I couldn’t before), I carefully rolled over to my back and almost fainted. The desks in my room were pushed back, and sitting on them were some of the boys... no, not just some random ones, but the Seniors who were graduating next week. They were wearing those stupid “Class of 2006 Rulez!” shirts. And, they were giving me a thumbs-up.
Something else was wrong, though... of course, I don’t set up chairs to have an audience while I play with myself in my classroom. That wasn’t it. It was the fact that some of the varsity cheerleaders were on their knees, naked except for their matching shoes and skirts (sans panties), in front of the boys. I was curious as to what was going on, and tried to ask, but all that came out was, “Mmmf! Uhg mpff!” It was then that I realized that my mouth was open and I was biting into something hard and rubbery... and something was strapped around my face.
“Good to see you finally opened your eyes... well, that’s my fault, actually,” I heard someone say. It was Tim, from fourth period American History. I looked at him, and I can’t explain it, but I just knew in the back of my mind that this was his doing. I tried to say something, but the more I struggled to speak and yell around the ball gag in my mouth (I’d bought it last week, just an impulse buy really—I’d never imagined how I was going to use it).
I tried to say something, but instead of getting any words (muffled or not) out, I just four times in a row.
“Yeah, as you’ve guessed, this little party is all me. I managed to get the Senior cheerleader’s class schedules changed for today, so they’ll be here all day. You’re the main event, though. It’s ‘Seniors Rule Day,’ and as my little gift to the guys in the Class of 2006—all of whom have at least one class with you today, by the way—I’m giving them a blowjob and a show.”
I stared at him, flabbergasted. I couldn’t even try to speak—I just kept fucking myself with the bunny vibe.
“Of course,” he continued, “I’m not giving the blowjobs, and this is the only class you have where there are enough senior boys to occupy all of the cheerleaders. Don’t worry, though—they won’t get bored. When they’re not servicing the guys, they’ll be at your beck and call.”
He reached around my head and took off the ball gag, saying, “OK, I’ll give you about a minute or so to ask me questions. I’m sure you’ve got some.”
Before I could think of something to say, I tried to stop fucking myself with the bunny vibe. It was instinct, really—how can a teacher calmly fuck herself in front of her class? But, as soon as I would pull the dildo out, I’d thrust it back in. When I tried to throw it away from me, I came so hard that I actually squired on my hand and the vibe, and my scream was loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall.
“Don’t try to stop. You have plenty of toys here, so you can switch if you get bored with one. And when Olivia in fifth period gets here, be sure to fuck her well. She’s sort-of in the closet, and I convinced her that fucking the hottest teacher in the school was the best way to ‘come out.’”
“What’s... what’s happening? Why are the cheerleaders... why am I... ungh!” Damn, another orgasm. It was better than the last, but I wanted this to end. How was I going to explain this to the parents? “Why are we naked, and why are they blowing... Fuck! Oooooooooh! Tim, why can’t I stop cu- cu- cuuuuuming! Ungh!”
“‘Seniors Rule Day’ is all about Seniors, Ms. McKay. You see, you were voted the Hottest Teacher, an award that never makes it to the yearbook but one that I feel is very important. I mean, sure, we all had a great time at the After Prom party at the Y’—every senior got to fuck whoever they wanted at least once. And, since this is the last week of school, I figured I’d throw one special party for the guys in my class.”
“But... how are you....”
“Nevermind how. It doesn’t really matter, does it? Oh, look—Tiffany has had enough of sucking on Keith’s dick. She’s going to straddle his lap and fuck him. When he cums, so will she—I set it up. And then she can come over here to your desk and try her hand and using your toys on you. Don’t worry about running out of room—after this class, the guys in shop are setting up a platform with a mattress for you.”
I looked back to the boys on the chairs. I didn’t want to, I’d wanted to tell Tim to stop everything, but my head turned anyway. Tiffany, and now Kendra “Don’t Call Me Bambi” Bambini, were straddling their lovers and hopping up and down, little yelps of pleasure escaping their painted lips.
They humped the boys like there was no tomorrow, grinding their hips when they weren’t busy bouncing on their stiff cocks. Whoever Bambi—er, Kendra was fucking even had a finger in her ass, and from the sounds she was making, she loved it. She even kissed him, while Anne was busy yelling something about “What the fuck is going on! Why can’t I stop fucking Bobby fucking Gurvin!?”
I tried to ask Tim about that, but I came as soon as I tried to say the first word of my question. When I tried again, the same thing happened, only it was more intense and I screamed.
“Hush hush, now, Ms. McKay. Bambi is a slut, she has been since I first fucked her in Freshman year. Yeah, those were some times. She loves sex since then, and finds this all very hot. But, she’s the only one. The rest of the girls are just too busy with their mouths to complain. But don’t worry. Everybody’s had STD tests, and the girls have been on the pill since they were Freshman. You can thank me for that, too.”
Kendra was going slow, probably to savor the moment. But a few minutes after Julie had hopped up on Ben’s lap, he shot his load. I know, because Julie went from screaming “What is going on? Why can’t I stop? I don’t want to do this!”, to screaming “Shit! Fuck! Yeah, fuck, god damn I just came so fucking hard... Fuck...” She continued to shudder as her climax subsided, and then stood up and came to my desk. Tim had taken a seat in the corner of the room. I was curious as to why he didn’t have a girl with him, but I wasn’t going to try to ask.
When Julie got to my desk, she grabbed the base of my butt plug. I lifted my hips so she could wiggle it out, and she said, “Ms. McKay? What’s going on here? Why are we naked, and why did I just fuck... wait a second, where’s the lube? Here... there we go. Hey, why am I putting lube on this... what is this? It looks like six rubber balls glued together, sort-of... oh no, Ms. McKay? Ms. McKay? I’m so sorry... I can’t stommpfff mmm felffff....”
I watched the horror spread over Julie’s face when she put the base of my anal toy (it’s like a cross between a dildo and a string of anal beads... and it’s quite good, actually) into her mouth after she lubed it up. Again, I flipped over, but this time I dropped my bunny vibe. I looked down between my legs. Tim apparently wanted me on my hands and knees for this, so I could just barely see Julie grabbing the special G-spot vibe I’d had since Christmas. She lubed it up, which wasn’t really necessary considering where it was going. I was soaked.
It slid in easily, and the shape was perfect—it was buzzing my G-spot in no time while Julie fucked me with the toy that was sticking out of her mouth. After the a few orgasms, my knees slid off the edge of the desk and I was standing in front of my desk, bent over and getting fucked by a confused cheerleader.
I heard Julie say, “Michelle, no! Don’t do that to Ms. McKay, she doesn’t know what she’s doing! Something’s wrong here! Jennifer, what are you... oh, yeah, that feels... gooooooood... no, wait, Jenny, why are you licking my... p- pussy, oh, stop, stop... feels so good....”
At least she’s as confused as I am, I thought. I turned my head and saw that the increased speed and force of my anal probing was thanks to Michelle, who had taken over the ass fucking duties. Julie was still working my pussy with that special vibe, and from what she was saying (now that her mouth wasn’t fucking my ass), Jenny was eating her out.
I tried to stand. Enough is enough, I thought, staring over at Tim. I knew he could hear me, I had no doubts about it. He was behind this, and there was no way I was taking this from some punk kid.
“Pound my asshole harder, Chelly-kins! Fukin’ slap my ass till it turns red. Julie, grab Mr. Righty over there—it’s the 12” long one. Give it some lube, and fuck me with it. Now! Do what your teacher says!” I yelled. I was horrified—he made me order the cheerleaders to fuck me harder!
Julie obeyed, crying. “Ms. McKay, what’s going on? Why am I obeying you? Why can’t I get dressed?”
“Because I’m making you do this,” I said. God damn it, that’s not what’s happening! “Now, get back there and make me cum!”
I may as well have been tied up, naked, and put on display at the courthouse on the town square. I couldn’t escape, and any time I tried to even think of putting an end to this nightmare, I would cum loudly. I saw the flash of a camera, and I my whole body flushed in humiliation. People were seeing me naked, I was getting fucked by cheerleaders (and I’m not even a little bi), and begging for them to do it harder.
And, I knew that the scene would be repeated at least eight times today. I felt like running into the supply closet and never coming out—how could I face these these kids for another whole week, after this? Somehow I doubted Tim was going to let anyone let this leak out to the authorities or even the parents, but it didn’t help. I had to see these kids every day—and the underclassmen were watching, too. They would never forget this.
I wanted to cry, and started to—but then I came harder than I ever had before, in my life. Julie withdrew Mr. Righty and Michelle took the toy she had (I called him Lumpy) out of my ass. Julie practically rubbed her face all over my wet pussy, smearing her makeup with my cum, and smearing the whole mess all over my ass. Then, she came around the desk and kissed me, rubbing her face all over mine.
Now, I’m not going to say that I’ve never sucked my fingers after getting myself off with them—I do that a lot. But somehow, this was even more wrong.
Julie, crying a little, whispered, “I’m so sorry... I can’t help it, I can’t stop....”
“It’s OK, Julie. You just fuck me really good, and it’ll all be OK,” I told her.
Her face brightened a little. “You know, when you put it like that, I kinda agree. Hmph. Don’t know why I was so sorry... I mean, I’m covered in your wetness; clearly, you’re having a good time... and Tim said you thought you were at home at first, and that these are all your toys from your nightstand... damn, you’re a filthy little slut deep down inside, aren’t you?” she asked.
The bell rang, and the cheerleaders lined up behind my desk, openly playing with themselves. All of them except for Bambi and Julie were asking each other what was going on, why they were masturbating, and why they couldn’t stop. The guys who I assumed were from the shop class came in next, and quickly set up a long, sturdy platform and topped it with a queen-size mattress. I climbed on top, and found that once again, I could speak.
“Tim, please... some of these kids are Freshmen, how can I face them after this? What if they tell—”
“Don’t worry; they will only be able to discuss this with themselves. They can’t tell parents, police, other adults—they can’t say a word to anybody who didn’t see it. They can’t even show the pictures to anybody who will recognize you... of course, the pics could be found, but kids are resourceful when it comes to hiding things.”
“Please, Tim. End this. Why are you doing this to me? And the cheerleaders....” I was unable to think of anything else to say; the whole situation was too bizarre.
“The cheerleaders have teased us guys—and, well, Olivia—for the last four years. They’re just making good on their offers, if you will. And by the end of the day, they’ll all enjoy this kind of thing, just like Bambi and Julie. You’ll make sure of that. They’ll obey your every word, your every command. Just tell them it’ll all be OK, and for them, it will be.”
“But you’re making me say things!” I screamed, and then closed my eyes as a powerful orgasm slammed into me like a tractor-trailer.
“Details, details,” Tim said. “Look, I didn’t make you buy all these toys and fuck yourself silly in front of my dad’s video camera so you could talk back to me when I’m just trying to show my classmates how darling you look when you... ‘play well with yourself and others.’” He laughed and added, “Hey, perk up. After today, your early morning bouts of frantic masturbation will be replaced with morning bouts of franticly fucking me! My mom and dad agreed that I could move in with you for the summer, before I go off to college.”
Three of the cheerleaders (Michelle, Julie, and Bambi) got up on the mattress and platform with me as a few guys took seats in front of the class. Kimmy, Wanda, and Veronica knelt in front of the guys who had just sat in the chairs and unzipped their pants. They had fished out the semi-erect penises and were stroking them, asking the boys and each other why they were on their knees, jacking “these losers” off. Then, I saw their heads lower, and the protests of all three girls were cut off at the same time.
I knew what they were doing, so I closed my eyes. I closed them tight, and imagined I was in my bedroom with Michelle, Julie, and Bambi. “Michelle, honey, ride my face until the end of class,” I said. I imagined what it’d be like for Julie and Bambi to take turns licking my pussy and fucking it with the glass dong I paid too much money for, and before I knew it, they were doing just that.
My summer vacation had started a week early.
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