Schoolyard bullies

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Date: Sun, May 31, 2026, 15:09
Subject: Re: forced sex.
To: virgin intsik

Outside the Schoolyard

The afternoon air was thick and humid, the parking lot nearly empty except for a few cars glinting under the pale sun. I clutched my bag to my chest, walking fast, heels clicking against the asphalt. I just wanted to get home. Shower. Forget.

They were there, leaning against the chain-link fence. Three of them. Mar, DeS, and Tyr. Juniors. They’d been in my classroom, had seen me tremble they knew i got wet when they whispered rude obscene vulgar things to me under their breath when I passed by their seats. Now they had me alone.

“Yo, cunt!” Marcus called out, his voice a lazy drawl. He pushed off the fence, sauntering toward me. “Where you rushin’ off to? Class ended early, huh?”

I kept walking, heart hammering vagina twitching. “I have plans. Leave me alone.”

DeS stepped into my path. He was tall, broad, his dark eyes gleaming with something hungry. “Plans? That's cold. We was thinkin' you might wanna hang out. Give us a little... extra service.”

“Get out of my way.” I spanked him.

Tyrone circled behind me. I felt his heat before his hand landed on my hip, gripping hard. “Nah, I don't think so. You owe us, teach. After that little show you put on in class? The way you squirmed and got wet when Mar touched your crotch? That was nice.”

I tried to shove him off, but he was solid as concrete. Mar grabbed my wrist, twisting until I gasped. My bag fell, papers scattering.

“Don't fight it, bitch,” he muttered, dragging me toward the side of the building where the dumpsters hid us from the street. “You know you liked it. Your little pussy got wet, didn't it? I felt it through your panties.”

“No—I didn't—let me go—”

DeS laughed, low and cruel. “Yeah, you did. White teachers always act all high and mighty till a real man puts his hands on 'em. Then they turn into little sluts.”

They pinned me against the brick wall. Rough. The grit scraped through my blouse. Mar yanked my skirt up, his thick fingers digging into my thighs. I kicked, but Tyro grabbed my ankles, spreading them.

“Please,” I whimpered, tears blurring my vision. “Please don't do this.”

Marc pressed his body against mine, his erection hard through his jeans. He ground against my cunt, mouth at my ear. “Shut up. You're gonna take it, and you're gonna cum for us. Show us how much you really want this.”

I shook my head, sobbing, but my body betrayed me. The pressure of his cock against my clit sent jolts of heat through my belly. Humiliation burned in my chest. I hated them. I hated myself.

“Look at that,” DeS said, pulling my panties aside. His fingers found my slit, wet and slick despite everything. “Fucking dripping. Knew it.”

Mar unbuckled his belt. I heard the zipper. My throat tightened.

“Open your mouth, bitch. I want you to taste what you did to me.” he spat in my mouth.

I squeezed my eyes and mouth shut, but his hand clamped my jaw. He forced his cock past my lips, thick and salty. I gagged, tears streaming. Tyro held my head, making me take it deeper.

“That's it,” Marcus groaned. “Nice and wet. Suck it like a good little cocksucker.”

They traded off. DeS took my mouth while Marc shoved two fingers into my pussy, curling them hard. I choked, moaned against my will. The pleasure was a shameful knot in my gut, tightening, begging to snap.

“You gonna cum for us, teach? Gonna cream on my fingers?” Marcus's voice was mock-sweet. “Show everyone what a whore you are.”

I tried to shake my head, but he pinched my clit, and my hips bucked. The orgasm ripped through me, raw and loud. I screamed into DeShawn's cock, my pussy clenching around Marcus's hand.

They laughed.

“Good girl,” Tyrone whispered, stroking my hair like I was a pet. “Now take our cum. Every drop.”

Marcus pulled out of my mouth, jerked himself, and painted my face with hot ropes of semen. DeShawn and Tyrone followed, their loads splashing across my blouse, my thighs. I knelt there, shaking, covered in their seed, my skirt bunched around my waist.

They zipped up, stepping back. Marcus lit a cigarette, looking down at me with contempt. They took my wallet from the bag, emptied the cash.

“Next time you think about actin' tough, remember this. You belong to us now, bitch.” He threw my now empty wallet back at me.

They walked away, laughing, leaving me crumpled on the gravel, panting, humiliated, my body still throbbing from the climax I couldn't stop.

I stayed there a long time, unable to move, the taste of them thick on my tongue, the heat of their cum cooling on my skin. My pussy ached, empty and hungry. And somewhere deep, twisted inside, I knew they were right.

I had wanted it. And I hated myself for that more than anything.