Copyright (c) 2006, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication:
Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Republished at ASSTR.org:
Sunday, June 27, 2010


Author: Hardguy
Title: The Gym Teacher
Summary: Brian deals with a young girl that breaks the rules in the
gym class he teaches.
Keywords: M/gg, b+/g+, ped, cons, humiliation, bd, orgy, nc, gang
bang, indirect bukkake

The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain
the reader.  It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual
and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly
illegal in much of the modern world.  I do not condone or encourage
any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no
matter the circumstances.  Please realize that there is a line
between being a pedophile and being a child molester.  Any time that
line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is
created.  Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept
safe from those who cannot see that line.  

Thank you.


      The Gym Teacher

      Written by Hardguy

      Brian gave Ellen a slap on her tight little bare ass as the 11-
year old pulled up her gym shorts.  He noticed a blob of white
trickling down her inner thigh and grabbed her arm before she left
the small office.

      "You missed some," he told her, scooping the leaking seed up
with his finger.  Ellen turned around; her cheeks still tinted pink
from the quick fuck, and opened her mouth.  Brian traced her lips
with the cum coated finger, glossing them with spunk, before letting
her suck the rest off.

      "Do I get an A?" she asked him with a smirk.  Brian turned
away from her in his chair and opened a drawer in his desk.  He
swiveled back to her with a disposable camera.

      "Do a little homework for me, and I'll consider it," he
answered.

      "Ok, but you know I almost got caught last time.  Jill was
moaning too fucking loud, and my mom started pounding on the door
wanting to know what was going on."  Ellen was referring to the
pictures she'd taken of her 9-year old sister's first orgasm for
Brian last month.

      "Hey, that's not my problem," he told her.  "Now get out there
and sit down.  I have a class I need to teach."

      "Yes, Mr. Tatum," the little blonde said, and left his office
walking a little funny, closing the door behind her.  He adjusted his
still half-full cock and stood up.  He went to the window and parted
the blinds to peer out at the gym floor.  Several kids had already
taken their spots on the floor.  Many were chatting in little groups.
Ellen had gone to a group of friends and sat down with them.  Brian
couldn't help laughing as a look of discomfort flashed on her face as
her just-pumped-pussy touched the floor.

      Checking the clock, he saw that he had a little less than 2
minutes before class was to start.  He grabbed his whistle off the
nearby hook and left the office.  As he strode towards the locker
rooms to yell at the stragglers to hurry up, he noticed Ellen
watching him.  She could watch him all she liked; he wasn't going to
look back at her.  She was just his latest pre-teen fuck toy to pass
through the 6th grade gym class he taught.  In a little more than 3
months, it would be summer and he'd have to rely on hookers and
Internet porn until the school year started up again in September and
he found another little virgin with a crush on him in that class. 
With any luck, he'd find more than one.

      Brian had developed a kind of reputation among staff and
students that he was a no nonsense hardass jerk that demanded
discipline.  Few people ever tried to stand in his way, and those who
did often found themselves ignored by the authorities thanks to
Brian's extensive web of bribes and blackmail.  For starters, the
principal had once drunkenly blurted out to Brian that he had been
having a homosexual affair with an unmarried male staff member, which
the crafty gym teacher used to keep his job, as well as several
salary increases.  Next there was the school board, whose members
just happened to visit the same whores that Brian did, and he had the
pictures to prove it.  The photos provided to him by his students
were shared with a pair of pedo police officers in exchange for the
accidental loss of paperwork that seemed to plague the station
whenever his name came up.  Finally there was the mayor, whose
daughter had an insatiable desire for cock and got it from whomever
she could, including her own father.  It seemed he had gotten to her
cherry before Brian had, and even went so far as to videotape the
momentous event.  A copy of this tape just happened to reside in a
safe Brian kept hidden at home.

      He first opened the door to the boy's locker room and went
inside.  He blew loudly on his whistle, startling everybody inside. 
"YOU'VE GOT 2 MINUTES TO GET OUTSIDE!" he yelled at the half naked
boys.  He exited that locker room and smiled as he approached the
door to the girl's locker room.  Normally, the school would prefer
that a female gym teacher would do this, but thanks to Brian's
efforts, every female gym teacher had either quit from his almost
constant sexual harassment of them, or had gotten fired for molesting
female students...or at least that's what the poor little lambs
claimed had happened.

      He pulled open the door, surprising two girls who were just
about to exit the locker room.  He walked past them, casually
brushing his hands on their little tits.  The best thing about being
in charge of girls this age was that the majority of them went
braless in their gym clothes, not that they had anything to support
on those delicious flat chests anyways.  As he had done in the boy's
locker room, Brian walked right into the middle of it, and blew his
whistle loudly.  A dozen little girls in various states of undress
shrieking was like music to his ears, and art to his eyes.  "TWO
MINUTES LADIES!" he shouted, briefly leering at one girl in
particular who was wearing only a t-shirt and was trying desperately
to pull the hem of the shirt down to cover her pussy.  He got a good
look at those hairless lips and then went back out to the gym floor.

      Taking his position at the front of the class, he looked at
his watch, waiting for class to start.  Gradually, boys and girls
filed out of the locker rooms to take their spots on the floor.  Many
of the girls avoided any kind of eye contact with him out of
embarrassment from his locker room invasion and/or from getting
"accidentally" felt up by their instructor.  Finally it was time for
class to begin and he started to go over the seating chart to take
attendance.  As he reached empty spots on the floor where students
should have been sitting, he would ask the class if they had been
absent from their other classes that day.  One by one, the kids would
confirm the absences, until he reached one name.

      "Is Lindsey Shoan absent today?" he asked the class.  There
was a chorus of 'no's' from the students who had seen her earlier in
the day.  He sighed and took a few steps towards the locker room
doors to check for her, when the door opened and a red faced brunette
with her hair tied back in a pony tail came rushing out.  "You're
late!" he told her, making her cringe as she hustled to her spot on
the floor.  He turned away from her and marked her tardy on the
attendance sheet, and was about to go on to the next student when he
noticed something about her.  Instead of the required t-shirt and
shorts, she was wearing a short skirt with her t-shirt.

      "Lindsey!" he called to her, making her jerk her head up in
surprise.

      "Y-yes, Mr. Tatum?" she said, a little frightened.

      "What do you think you are doing wearing a skirt in gym class?"

      "I uh, I...I forgot my shorts at home, so I..."

      "Come up here, Lindsey."  The embarrassed girl rose, and came
up to Brian in front of the class, seeming to take special care of
her skirt so that nobody would see under it.  She was Brian's
favorite kind of little girl, shy and slim.  It was too bad she'd
never shown the sort of interest in him like Ellen did, or else he'd
have seduced her the first day of class.  "Does anybody have a pair
of shorts that they can let Lindsey use for today?" he asked the
class.  None of the kids responded.  He looked back to Lindsey, and
wondered what to do with her.  Mulling it over in his head, he was
about to just give up and send her back to her spot on the floor in
her skirt, when a wicked idea entered into his head.

      "Take it off."  The little girl's head jerked up at him, as
did every head in the class.

      "W-what?" Lindsey asked him, not sure she had heard him right.
Brian looked into her frightened eyes and repeated himself.

      "Take.  It.  Off."

      "B-but, everybody...a-and I'm..."

      "I don't care.  The rules are that you do not wear a skirt in
gym class, so you will have to take it off.  Now," Brian told her
firmly.  He noticed many boys were watching the exchange between them
with amused pleased expressions, while many of the girls looked
aghast at the order.

      "I can't...I don't have..." her voice trailed off into a
whisper as tears started escaping from her eyes, which were directed
to the nearest wall so that she did not have to look at anybody.

      "What did you say?  Speak up!" Brian commanded her.  He saw
her lips moving again but could not hear a word.  He grew angry and
grabbed her by her arms.  "I CANNOT HEAR YOU!  NOW SAY IT LOUD ENOUGH
SO THAT WE CAN ALL HEAR!" he yelled at her.  The weeping girl closed
her eyes, took a deep breath and then shouted her shameful words.

      "I'M NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES!"  Lindsey's voice echoed
throughout the gym in the stunned silence that followed.  A few girls
started to snicker, and Brian shot them a look that shut them up fast.

      "Why not?" he asked her, getting impatient.

      "B-b-because I-"

      "LOUDER!"

      "I WET MY PANTS!"  The whole class laughed out loud at this. 
Even Brian laughed in the little girl's tear strewn face, his cock
raging hard at getting her twat exposed despite having just pumped 80
million of his tadpoles into Ellen's cunt less than 5 minutes ago. 
He wiped the tears that had popped out of his eyes while he had
laughed at her misfortune and composed himself.

      "Well, Little Miss Pissy Pants, rules are rules.  Take them
off now."  Lindsey didn't respond with words but just shook her head
from side to side in refusal.  Brian grabbed her by the hair and
yanked on it, causing her to yelp in pain.  "You will remove that
skirt now, or I will remove it myself."  Lindsey fought back, clawing
at the hand he held her with.  He pushed her to the floor, and she
landed with a thud on her rump, her skirt flipping up and her legs
spread giving a portion of the class a look at what she'd been so
desperate to keep hidden.  Lindsey scrambled to cover herself and
then got to her feet and made a run for the locker room.

      "Ellen, get her," he told his little lover, who sat in the
path of Lindsey's escape route.  He called on her often enough in
class to do tasks for him, that it didn't appear too odd to the class
that he picked her for the job.  As it was, very few of them had
likely even noticed, they were so wrapped up in the bizarre scene
playing out in front of them.  Ellen got to her feet and intercepted
the crying girl who struggled in the stronger girl's grasp.  Brian
went to the nearby box of jump ropes that were to be used in class
that day, and pulled one out.  He came back to the front of the
class, where Ellen had brought Lindsey and tied hands behind her
back.  He dismissed Ellen with a pat on her butt, and then grabbed
Lindsey by her hair.

      "Now then, boys and girls," he said with some flourish to the
class, "I give you a look at some whiny little bitch pussy!"  Brian
stepped behind Lindsey, put both hands on her skirt, and tore it off
of her.  Most of the girls in class gasped and looked away from their


classmate's bald slit.  The boys, however, were united in interest
and were looking intently at their first ever cunny.  More than one
of them had started masturbating at the sight.

      "Please, noooooo!" cried Lindsey as she tried desperately to
cross her legs.  Brian heard more snickering from the girls who had
done so earlier and looked at them.  They both stopped when they felt
his gaze upon them.

      "You two, on your feet, strip!" he yelled at them.  The girls
recoiled in shock at the command, but one look at Lindsey's bound
form and they hurried to undress in front of their classmates, shyly
covering their small tits and hairless pussies.  He turned then to
the boys that were jacking off.  "Get those hands off your dicks, and
go be men with those cunts over there," he told them, gesturing at
the two naked girls, who looked horrified by their teacher's
instructions.  For their part, the boys practically tore out of their
shorts and rushed to get their hands on the first pussy of their
young lives.

      Brian watched with an amused expression as every boy in the
class started jerking off, hoping they would get the same chance. 
More than a few girls were also digging between their legs as they
watched a pair of cherries pop on the gym floor.  With all these
horny kids, there was only one thing in his mind to do.

      "Fellas, pick the pussy of your choice, and get to it.  I want
to see cum dripping out of every cunt by the end of class," he told
the boys.  The guys cheered and rushed the girls, who either squealed
in fright at their impending rape or willingly spread their legs for
a horny young cock.

      With the cries of a dozen girls becoming deflowered, Brian
turned to his own little victim, who was beside herself in watching
the developing orgy.  "Now see what you did?" he told her.  "Because
you pissed yourself and came in here like a stupid little whore, all
your little friends are getting fucked."

      "Wha--?" Lindsey said, incredulous that he was laying the
blame on her for this. "B-but, you told them..."

      "Well I wouldn't have had to, if you'd just held in your piss
like a big girl."  He sighed and pushed down his shorts, reveling in
the terrified look on her face as she got a look at his engorged cock.

      "Oh no...please, sir, no!" she begged, his intentions becoming
clear to her.  Brian ignored her, and grabbed her shirt collar,
tearing it right down the middle, leaving Lindsey naked.  He felt up
her puffy nips, before pushing her down on her ass.  With her hands
tied, Lindsey could not get up and make any kind of an escape
attempt, nor could she cover herself.  She just held her knees
together as tightly as possible, but Brian's superior strength easily
pried them apart.  "This'll hurt less if you stop fighting me," he
told her, forcing her legs wide open and pinning them on the ground.

      Lindsey was sobbing in embarrassment and fright as her gym
teacher, and soon to be rapist, leered at her open crotch, and did
what came naturally to many people in her position.  She screamed. 
"HELP!  HELP ME PLEASE!  I'M BEING RAPED! ANYBODY, HELP ME, PLEASE!" 
Her cries fell on deaf ears however, as her classmates, many of them
now either cumming or being cummed in, didn't dare do anything that
might anger Mr. Tatum.  Brian did take action, and clamped his hand
over her mouth, pushing her head to the hard wood floor as he mounted
her.  She bit his hand and was rewarded for her efforts with a hard
slap to the face.

      "Ellen, get your soggy cunt over here," Brian yelled over his
shoulder to his pet girl.  Ellen shoved away the scrawny boy, who had
only just succeeded in getting inside of her sloppy insides, and
hurried to her adult lover's side, leaving the boy to spunk onto the
uncaring cold floor.  "Sit on this bitch's face and feed her what I
dumped into you earlier," Brian told her.  Ellen did as she was told
and squatted down on Lindsey's head.  Lindsey closed her eyes as
Brian's earlier load mixed with Ellen's own excited juices dripped
out onto her face.  Brian positioned his cock and pushed it into the
little girl's puffy mound.

      "No!  Please, no!  I don't want to get pregnant, please! 
Don't fuck me!" she shouted into her peer's dripping labia, feeling
the loss of her innocence imminent.  Brian just grinned sadistically.

      "Bleeding already, huh?" he mused.  If Lindsey did catch, she
wouldn't be the first to squeeze one of his bastards out from between
her thighs.  "Hope you've picked out some good names!" he cheerily
told her and with one thrust, plowed through her hymen and slammed
into her cervix.  Lindsey cried out in shock and pain, and caught a
trickle of smut in her mouth from Ellen who was bearing down to purge
her reproductive tract of all that Brian had given her before class.

      "OWWWWWWW!  IT HURTS, IT HU-"  She coughed and sputtered as
Ellen's efforts trickled into her nose and throat.  Brian didn't let
up at all and relentlessly pounded her.  It felt like his cock was in
a vise, as it had inside every other preteen virgin he'd had over the
years.  Thanks to his earlier orgasm, he had a lot of staying power
and literally fucked Lindsey until she liked it.  Her cries of agony
gradually shifted to cries of pleasure as her pussy began reacting
favorably to his invading shaft.  Ellen had started rubbing her
sloppy lips on Lindsey's face, and had taken to grinding on her nose
in pursuit of an orgasm.

      It didn't take Ellen long, having been fucked one and a half
times in the last 10 minutes, before she was moaning and crying out
on Lindsey's face.  She sat down off to the side and fingered her
cunt to watch her lover pound another girl's pussy.  With Ellen now
out of the way, Brian pulled out and flipped Lindsey over.  Putting
her up on her knees, he grabbed her hips and plowed into her from
behind.  Since her hands were still tied, her face and shoulders
provided much of the support for her weight.  If it hurt, she didn't
notice, because her first orgasm ever was now shuddering through her
body.

      Hearing and feeling this girl cum was enough to get Brian's
balls pumping.  With a shout, he splattered her insides with hot
seed.  Lindsey cried out at the sensation of his flooding her body,
and she twisted her hips from side to side around his shaft.  Brian
pulled out of her with a slick popping noise and dribbled his
remaining load on her small but shapely ass.  Letting go of her hips,
Brian let her collapse onto her side and Lindsey just lay there
gasping as blood streaked cum oozed from between her legs.

      "I warmed her up for you, boys," Brian told the class, most of
whom had already finished their fucking.  "Feel free to stick it in
her as thanks for getting you all laid today.  She'll suck the cum
out for you ladies as well."  He stepped aside to feed Ellen his
slippery cock and watched as one by one every boy in the class
invaded Lindsey's sore cunny and each girl squatted over her face
dripping virgin blood laced semen onto it.  As the scene played out
before him, a smile spread over his face as he wondered just how many
favors he'd have to call in for this one.




      The End

Author's note: I think you'll have noticed by now that this is very
different from my usual stories.  It's based off of a cybersex chat I
had a few nights ago with a woman who suggested the scenario and
played the role of Lindsey.  Normally bondage, humiliation, and rape
aren't my thing, but I enjoyed playing out the fantasy with her and
it seemed like it would be interesting to adapt and expand as a
narrative story for the rest of you to enjoy.

Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.

Hardguy
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.