3 comments/ 119117 views/ 13 favorites Gym Class By: luciemaerose *All characters are over the age of 18* -This is my first submission. Hope you enjoy- It wasn't that she was overweight, or even that she didn't enjoy exercise, but she dreaded eighth period gym class. The uniforms made her feel awkward and embarrassed, and she felt very self-conscious about sweating because the other girls would make fun of her. As the students filed into the crowded locker room from the hallway, she was filled with anxiousness and nervousness and ducked into a nearby bathroom to wait for the majority of the students to change and leave for the gymnasium. She knew they wouldn't leave her alone after what happened yesterday. The popular clique at her school had it out for her. She had crossed the queen bee, but it wasn't on purpose. It wasn't her fault that boys were naturally attracted to her unique and beautiful features, boyfriends being no exception. Her hair was a rich dark brown, with waves that cascaded down her back, if they weren't pulled into a modest ponytail. She had captivating, intelligent green eyes. Her figure was divine, a fabulous set of 34B breasts perfectly balanced with her widening eighteen year old hips. But she had been a late bloomer, so years of ridicule from the other girls pushed her to live a quiet existence, consumed by her studies. Now she had created a rift in her peaceful life below the radar. Brianna, the rich and spoiled blond, was livid with anger. She had recently eavesdropped on a conversation between her boyfriend and his friends about how badly they all wanted to fuck Lucy. She stood behind the door and listened to them describe the crude ways that they would sexually defile her. She was torn between the anger boiling inside her and the warmth that their dirty talk was bringing to her panties, but she shook that off and stormed away to tell her girlfriends what had happened. "That stupid nerdy bitch is trying to steal our men from us!" she cried in frustration. "Something has to be done. Ladies, meet me at my house after school and I'll tell you what to do." After bearing the brunt of their taunting comments in the hallways all day, the time had come. She knew that they had planned something, but she didn't know what. She nervously put her books into a locker and began to undress in the emptying room, hoping that the girls had already left for class. "Don't waste your time with those gym clothes. We have something different planned," said the sultry voice of Brianna, coming from behind her. Lucy's heart dropped deep into her stomach. She knew it, the time was now. What would they do to her? Two of the girls grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, eliciting a frightened yelp from Lucy. "Shut the fuck up, we don't want the teacher to hear us and investigate!" said the ringleader and she stretched some duct tape from a roll and strode towards Lucy, bent over a bench and restrained. She secured the tape over Lucy's mouth and muffled her pathetic whimpers as they guided her towards the showers. "We'll see how much the boys want you after they see what a little slut you are," Brianna whispered into her ear. Lucy was very frightened and began to cry softly. Her wrists were bound with duct tape around a shower pole, and she was sitting on the ground naked with her knees together. Her face was red and streaked with makeup from crying. She was so embarrassed being seen completely naked, and terrified of what they were planning. What did she mean about the boys? But as soon as she had that thought, her question was answered. Five boys from the football team appeared in the doorway and approached the scene with wide grins. "So this is what we came to see? Nice job, Brie. Help me get her ready." One said as his two friends forced her knees apart, exposing her shaven, pink pussy to everyone present. She felt so violated and exposed, and continued to cry. But she was also confused by her body's betrayal. Why did she feel a tingle between her legs as they forced her and used her? She was sickened by her own body's response to this treatment. With her legs held open, Seth approached her crouched form and lightly started stroking her breasts and playing with her pink, puffy nipples. "Does that feel good? I bet you like it when I touch you, you little slut." She stared at him, mortified, and he lightly touched her pussy lips, letting his finger lazily hover up and down her slit. "She likes it, look, that whore's pussy is getting wet!" Shrieked Brianna as she dove down to touch the glistening fluid at the entrance to Lucy's cunt. By this time the other boys had started rubbing their hard cocks through their pants, and a couple and taken them out and began to masturbate to the scene. The girls were also aroused, and had fingers in their panties as they shouted lewd comments at Lucy. Brianna turned on the shower above Lucy's head, and soon she was soaked in water. Brianna slapped Lucy in the face as Seth continued to play with her pussy, finally touching her hardening clit. She struggled against her own arousal, but there was nothing she could do. His fingers felt amazing stroking her pussy, and her button was erect and throbbing. Her clitoris was extremely sensitive, and there was juice running out of her vagina and pooling on the floor with the shower water. Brianna ripped the tape off of her mouth and said that if she screamed, she would knock her unconscious. She then thrust her pussy in Lucy's face and directed her to suck it. Lucy had never been with a woman before, and was shocked at the request. Before she could even make a move, Brianna's pussy was smashed against her face, her clit rubbing against her nose and her juices spreading all over Lucy's face and dripping down her chin. "I said suck it, bitch! Lick my pussy!" and Lucy began to lick it. It didn't taste as bad as she expected, and she flicked her tongue over the clitoris that was presented before her. Brianna lightened up a bit once she felt her tongue, and began a rhythmic gyration against her soft face. As Brianna was moaning and humping her face, Seth placed his rigid cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and thrust. He began to fuck her slowly while watching his girlfriend fuck her face, and soon the rest of the students in the room circled around them, the boys aiming their cocks at Lucy's body and the girls licking each other and playing with the nearest pussy they could find. Lucy couldn't take all of these sensations anymore, and she could feel the orgasm building in her cunt. She let out a moan as her body writhed in ecstasy against Seth's huge cock and Brianna's wet pussy, and her juices squirted all over his thick shaft. "Holy fuck, her pussy is clamping down on my cock..." He growled as he watched his girlfriend erupt onto Lucy's face. Brianna squealed as she squirted her hot juice all over Lucy, which caused the boys to cum on them, one by one. They each stroked and stroked until they pumped out their loads all over the enticing scene. Finally, Seth let out a cry as he came inside of her, pumping his hot seed into her juicy pussy until his cock was milked dry. They left her there, covered in semen and pussy juice and bound to the shower, where the gym teacher would find her hours later. Gym Class Punishment As the bell rings, you are relieved that gym is over and so is the school day. You and your friends couldn't wait to get outside and enjoy the unseasonable warm weather. You and some of your girl friends were goofing off and you can't wait to get away from Mr. Heiden. Your sexy yet hot headed gym teacher did not appreciate you and your friends lack of focus. You and your class mates head to the lockeroom and you stop to tie your shoe. As you get up you see an angry faced teacher waiting for you. "Yes Mr. Heiden. Can I help you?" you say with a sassy tone. "Why yes you can, as a matter of fact. 25 laps. NOW." You are bummed. It's Friday, a nice day, and the last period in school and you are stuck running. You see your classmates laughing as they emerge from the lockeroom dressed and ready for the weekend to begin. You give them a sarcastic smile as you continue running. The gym empties out and you and Mr. Heiden are the only two left in school. You slowly run your lapse as he jokingly pokes at you verbally. "Come on sweet cheeks, we are gonna get that ass of yours into shape." You think is a bit odd but Mr. Heiden has always been a bit flirty with you. You continue running, thinking about what cute outfit you will wear this weekend at the big senior party. "I'm gonna wear out that sports bra by the time I am done with you." He breaks your train of thought and you slowly start to think what he would look like running in his boxer briefs. He is a younger teacher in his mid 20s and he seems to be in great shape. You decide if you she is gonna make you run, you are gonna have some fun with this. When his back is turned you reach down and pull your shorts just below your waist so your thong is just barely showing. As you run your lap you are getting closer to him. He turns around and as he does you peel your shirt over your head and toss it playfully into his face as you pass him. You don't look back but you can feel his eyes fixated on your bare back. You peek down and can see your chest softly bouncing as you run. As you finish another lap you can see his eyes moving from your waist to your chest and back down to your waist. You obviously got the reaction you were looking for. As you pass him you gently pull your shorts down a little before pulling them back up as if it were a natural movement of bringing your shorts higher. You know he is watching and you are loving every second of it. The gym is deafening with silence and you can't stop thinking... BAM!!! Your ankle twists as you are running and you fall face first onto the floor. Pain shoots up you leg as you roll in pain on the floor. Mr. Heiden runs over to attend to you. "You fucking dick! See what you did," you yell at him as you wince in pain. "Hey, If you and your slutty friends weren't goofing off in class I wouldn't have to teach you a lesson," he replies. He moves down to your leg and examines your ankle. It hurts a little but as the shock sets in the pain starts to fade. His strong warm hands grasp your leg and you can feel the cool air hitting the sweat on your body. Your nipples slowly start to harden as you continue to examine his physique. You notice he is no longer examining your ankle but is now enjoying the view he has straight up your shorts. "Do you see something you like?" you say as a coy smile creeps across your face. "Uh, I was uh, just examining your ankle," he mutters as you roll your eyes. "OK fine. I might have noticed your legs and your cute little white thong." You gasp and adjust your shorts so he no longer has a view. He tells you to quick hiding your true feelings. You remind him you are his student and that and you begin to back away. "C'mon like you weren't trying to turn me on with your shirtless stunt. You know you want it. And your gonna give it to me." You are a bit turned on and feel your thong getting wetter and wetter. But you are hesitant and you begin to back up again. He grabs your injured ankle and you scream in pain. The echos fill the gym but all the teachers have gone home for the weekend. He pulls you closer to him and slowly starts to move his free hand up your bare leg. You are getting very turned on but the conflict is still present within you. You squirm a little and start to pull away but when you do he squeezes your injured ankle. It paralyzes you with pain and fear of the control he has over you. He slides his body up against yours and his whistle hits you in the face as he leans down and whispers into your ear. "You know you like it. You can't hide it. Your shorts are soaking wet." You blush when you realize he is right. He moves his hand down to your crotch and you can feel the wetness and he presses his hand against your lips through your gym shorts and thong. You coyly smile and whisper in his ear with a smile, "please don't Mr. Heiden, I'm just a helpless little virgin." You both know you aren't but you like the role-play. He leans in and kisses you and you gently push against his chest and slightly wiggle as you continue to kiss him back. As soon as you two are done kissing you flip onto your stomach and start to crawl away quickly. He laughs at your useless attempt and grabs you by the pain filled ankle again. "Ow that hurts you Fucker." You both are a bit shocked by the words that have slipped out of your mouth. You can see the anger rising in his eyes as you look back from him on your hands and knees. He reaches over and grabs you by the waistband. He pulls you closer to him and you struggle and before you know it your shorts are around your ankles and you can feel your glistening pussy as the cold air hits it. He continues to pull on your shorts and you wriggle out of them. You realize you are free from his grasp and you quickly crawl your way toward the locker room. You make it to half court when you hear his foot step slowly walking over to you and catching up quickly. You feel his shoe as he places it on your ass and lightly kicks you on to your stomach. He jumps on top of your bare body and pins your wrists against the cool gym floor. He quickly moves out of his shorts and presses his cock against your bare ass. He reaches down and grabs ahold of your black sports bra. He pulls it up over your head as you struggle to stop him. He moves it over your head quickly and you can feel your nipples pressing against the cool wood floor. He grabs you by the hair with one hand and the hip by the other and he pulls you up off the gym floor. Before you know it he shoves his thick cock into your pussy as your scream out in pain and pleasure. He lets go of your hip and reaches around and plays with your firm breast. He pulls on your nipple as he continues to thrust against you. He yells out "Bad Girl" as he pulls harder on your hair with one hand and spanks you hard with the other. He continues thrusting and you can feel his manhood exploring every inch of your insides. You can't believe this is happening and you quickly begin to feel the tingling of an on coming climax. "Spank me harder." You feel his strong hand firmly smack your ass and it sends a ripple of pleasure through out your body. You can feel your lips tightening around his cock as you begin to cum. Another shockwave rips through you body and you cum even harder. You can feel your juices dripping down your leg as he continues to thrust into your pussy. One last tremor of pleasure moves throughout your body as the hair on the back of your neck starts to stand up. You scream out with pleasure as you cum harder than you ever have. Your body begins to go limp as Mr. Heiden continues to use your body as his fuck toy. He flips you over onto your back and says, "Bad girl. Never finish before me." She slides his thick cock between your heaving sweaty tits and continues to fuck you. Right as he is about to cum he grabs you by the hair again and aims his cock right at your face. You try to squirm and wiggle your way out but he pulls on your hair harder and slaps your face before his load begins to fly. You feel his warm cum running down your neck. You take a direct hit to the face but it doesn't end. Your eye is covered and you can feel it weighing down your hair as he covers face in cum for the first time. It finally stops and you lay there regaining your breath. You see starts as you close your eyes and begin to recover from the fucking of a lifetime. Your roll over to look at him and how he is enjoying the blissful encounter. When you look for him you see nothing. All you see is the door to the mens lockeroom swinging shut. You lie their naked on the cold gym floor, your body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. You smile to yourself and whisper, "Best Friday Ever!" Gym Class Secret Hello Everyone! This story has virtually no plot. It was written as a stress reliever for me. It's merely a stroke story... about female stroking. Enjoy! XOXO, LogoPhile I was home alone one night and more than a little depressed about it. A long week at the office had left me in a terrible mood. I couldn't stop thinking about my to-do list, still sitting on my desk at work. It was Friday. Theoretically I had until Monday morning before I had to think about it again. But there it was, looming over me and threatening to ruin my entire weekend. I could hear my boss's voice in my head, saying really *helpful* things like, "Sanders, next time you write a proposal for a client, why don't make sure you send it to them ON TIME." Aaargh! My girlfriends and I had decided a couple of weeks ago to head out for a night of all-girl fun, complete with a limousine and Chippendale-style driver. I had gotten lost in fantasy so many times in the last week, thinking about what kind of amazing fun would be simmering in the back of that limo. My friend Catherine had decided it was finally time to kiss another woman. Years of repressed bisexual tendencies had driven her to the edge of sanity. The entire time we had been planning our evening, I had been hoping that she'd pick me for the kiss. I've kissed a few girls in my time. Hell, I'd even bedded one or two. It only made sense that she would choose someone with a little experience, right? Every time I thought of her leaning in, eyes closed and mouth softly open, I soaked my panties. I wanted her so bad! But here it was, Friday night and I had decided to skip the girl's night out. I was in a dismal mood, just feeling mean and foul. And on top of all that, I felt the beginning of a migraine coming on. Then, of course, once it was too late to go, I wished I had gone with them. Even if Catherine didn't pick me, a night of laughing with my friends while driving from strip club to strip club sounded like a blast. I wandered aimlessly around the house listening to an old blues tape and eating Ben and Jerry's straight out of the carton. Finally I decided to take a hot bath and go read in bed. I filled the tub with steam and bubbles and got in with a glass of wine. I let my body go and just lay there, not really thinking, just breathing deep and watching my chest rise and fall in the tub. Slowly I realized that the water had grown cool and I reached down to let some of it out. I turned the hot water back on to refill it when I remembered this girl from our senior year of high school. She had been held back a year and seemed much older and more experienced than us. As she was toweling off after gym, she garishly reported that she like to put her pussy under hot running water to get off. I had just turned 18 and I had never masturbated (I remember thinking to myself, "Ew! It's so wet and slippery down there, how could anyone want to touch it?") and had put the idea completely out of my head. Until now...Suddenly I could picture her pretty face, flushed and shiny from our 45 minutes of gymnasium exertion with freshly applied Bonnie Bell lip gloss, chewing a wad of gum and telling all of us shocked prudes about masturbating with a faucet. Oh, she was lovely, wasn't she? Suddenly my mouth was watering thinking about how cute she had been that day, pulling her slightly too-tight sweater on over her head and winking conspiratorially at me. Almost involuntarily my body slid down toward the running water. What could it hurt? I'll just try it and then if it's stupid, I'll stop. Slowly, so slowly I inched my sex forward until my bottom was against the warm porcelain of the other end of the tub and the water was running over my most intimate parts with a fury. Oh My God! She was right, this is amazing, I thought as I settled in, my legs pretty much straight up the walls of the shower and my pussy already throbbing under the stimulation of the hot running water. I took a deep breath to clear my mind and let the fantasies come. And boy did they! In my mind there was an old boyfriend lying between my legs, licking my clit, drawing out my juice with his mouth. Ahhh, that was pretty good. And then there was the male camp counselor that I had always had a crush on, and he was burying his face in me and I was loving it! Oh, but I've used all of these fantasies, how about something new... What about the naughty girl who first told me about the secret joys of running water. I wonder what she looked like all grown up. I bet her lips were stained a deep red now, replacing the bubble gum pink gloss of our youth. And no more blue eyeliner and mascara, but dark smoky eye shadow that set off her deep brown eyes. The spiky Madonna ponytail would be long gone, replaced with a head of long full shiny chestnut colored hair. Wow, she's gorgeous, I thought! And look at that, she's looking right at me, and she's smiling the same naughty smile. "I see you finally tried it," she said, nodding toward my now aching pussy being tormented by water. "How is it?" I moaned my answer to this fantasy woman. There weren't even words to describe the pleasure I was feeling. My pelvis had tipped itself, allowing my sex to reach toward the flow of the water and my hips were involuntarily moving in a slow circle so the water could hit first one pussy lip, then my clit and then the other pussy lip. I could feel myself swelling up, getting ready to receive something, anything. I ached to be filled and turned my attention back to my imaginary friend. She smiled wickedly at me and said, "Good, now, take your hairbrush from the edge of the tub. Good. Put it under the water and push it into yourself. I can see that you're hungry for it. You want it? You want me to fuck you? And you wanted it in high school too. I always knew I liked you for a reason. Now keep that handle sliding in and out of you, keep fucking yourself just like that." I did what my dream girl told me to and it was amazing. In my fantasy, she continued, "Now I'm going to lick you. OK?" And I thrust my hips even further toward the water as I loudly moaned my approval. My mind's eye could picture her leaning in and taking my whole pussy into her mouth. She sucked hard on my labia and then zoomed into the center, to relentlessly flick her tongue over my throbbing clit. I pumped the handle of the hair brush in and out of me while the water flowed over me and in my head it was all her. She was everywhere, licking me, pounding me with her tongue. The water made it feel like there were at least two mouths on me, maybe three, maybe even more, simultaneously stroking, teasing, jumping here and there and I was rocking, rocking. The hairbrush inside me became her fingers, pushing me back and forth with all those hungry mouths devouring me. My climax grew and grew and there was a ringing in my ears and I was grunting, "yes, yes, please, I want to come, god, let me cummmm...." as I hit my climax and the world went dark behind my eyes, no sound now, just the amazing water, the hard round handle inside me and my own ragged breathing. I turned off the water and lay there for just a few minutes, recovering. And then I decided to call my friends in the limo and tell them I'd be down to meet them in an hour. "Tell Catherine to be ready for me," I said as I hung up the phone and winked at myself in the mirror.