****** No Harm in Looking by Slarty Bartfast ******
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No Harm in Looking


Josh shuffled into his place at the school fence. It was nearly break time and
soon the kids would be out in the playground showing their all. He stood in a
row beside the other men. He nodded his habitual greeting - he did not know
their names - they never spoke - but they were all gathered there for one
common purpose. Some were there for the boys, some for the girls, others for
both. Josh himself preferred girls, always had done. Some of the boys looked
cute but it was the girls that made his heart beat faster. Some of the men were
outright lechers; despite their common interest, Josh felt somehow superior. He
felt that he was admiring the children's aesthetic grace as well as just their
flesh.

The school knew about the men of course. They had tried many things to get rid
of them. Warning them, calling the police but they always came back. In the end
the school had an unwritten policy of ignoring them. The men never approached
the kids - just looked on from a distance. After all, there was no harm in
looking.

The bell went and out they streamed, legs and arms flying. White blouses and
gray short pleated skirts above the knee. Girls that age seemed to have such
trouble in keeping their panties covered, thought Josh happily. His hand was
sunk deep in his pants pocket, touching his genitals. He was not hard, yet, but
he could feel a stirring at the beautiful sights before him and the sense of
sweet anticipation. He especially enjoyed the girls that played 'handstand'. If
he was lucky he would be rewarded with a flash of white panties and if he was
very lucky he may even see that thin strip of bare tight midriff above the
panties too.

Then he saw his favorite, Mara or possibly Mira was her name. She was a sweet
young thing, clear complexion, blonde hair yet with darker streaks and eyes
that seemed somehow older than her tender years. If he could see Mara it would
be a good day.

A teacher came out into the playground, spoke to a few of the children then
stood up to look around. Her eyes came to rest on the men collected at the
fence and she scowled. Josh knew all the teachers and knew that she was fairly
new. She had only done playground duty a few times this year. She looked at the
men again, seemed to come to a decision, then began to stride towards them.
Josh was distracted from the children by her. Although not really his type,
Josh could tell she was quite good looking. She was probably in her mid-
twenties, some forty years his junior, but she was slim and boyish. She had
small breasts and obviously did not need to wear a bra. Her hair was dark and
cut short. As she got closer he could tell she was angry - her lips were pursed
and her eyes blazed.

"Will you filthy perverts just get the fuck away from this fence!" she hissed
at them.

None of the men responded. None of them moved. Their eyes drifted from her face
back to the children in the playground. This made her even more furious. She
came up close to the fence and shouted at one, "Are you listening to me?"

The man focussed his attention back on her face then calmly hawked and spat a
great gob of phlegm on her face through the wire fence.

That did it. The teacher raised her hand and tried to slap the man through the
fence. As she did another grabbed her wrist to stop her. Seeing the commotion a
few more of the men stuck their hands through the fence and grabbed at the
young teacher. They grabbed her wrists and bending down grabbed her ankles.
Before she knew it the teacher was held in vice-like grips that pulled her
against the fence.

"Let me go!" she screamed but another hand that stank of nicotine came through
and stifled any more shouts.

The teacher's eyes now bulged with fear. She felt more hands running over her
body, up her thighs, under her skirt, under her top and now on her breasts. Her
panties were pulled easily down her legs and her top raised, revealing her slim
breasts to the assembled men. The incident had happened so quickly that the
teacher had barely had time to respond. One moment she was addressing the men
with self-righteous indignation, the next held captive and being undressed and
exposed to them. Her legs shook with fear.

Then she felt hands on her cunt, savage fingers probed her cunt, pushing
mercilessly inside her. Another poked her anus and she tried clenching her
buttocks to stop the invasion but the hands that held her legs were holding
them too far apart. She looked wildly frantically at the faces of the men who
were abusing her this way but she saw little more than animal curiosity in her
exposed body.

She felt the grips on her slacken but they were just sufficient to turn her
round to face the playground. Now hands raised the back of her skirt, and
pushed her slightly forwards so that her buttocks were pressed firmly against
the fence.

A cock poked through the fence and, with her buttocks held firmly open, she was
unable to prevent it penetrating her cunt. The man behind her began to thrust
inside her, vigorously. The teacher could hardly believe what was happening.
The cock inside her stabbed hard and she felt each thrust.

She felt the hand slip away from her mouth and her first instinct was to scream
for help. Looking up, however, she noticed that several of the children she was
supposed to be supervising were looking up from their games and looking at her
curiously. Oh god, she thought, not the children!

Her instinct was to protect the children at all costs and therefore she did not
scream to prevent them becoming upset. This didn't stop one or two wandering
over to see what was happening though.

The girl, Mara, was there first. She sensed something strange was happening.
The teacher tried to smile at her.

"What's happening, Miss?" she asked.

The teacher bit her lip at a sudden sharp thrust from the cock inside her.

"These gentlemen and I are just playing a game Mara," she said as calmly as she
could as the thrusting resumed.

But Mara was not easily fooled. She was edging round to see what the man was
doing behind her teacher.

Another girl who had wandered over with Mara piped up, "What kind of game
Miss?"

"Tell her," grunted one of the men behind her.

"Mara! Stay away from the fence!" barked the teacher suddenly.

Mara jumped back, surprised.

The cock thrust harder still.

"Tell her," grunted the voice again.

By now a crowd of four or five pupils had gathered around the teacher pulled
against the fence.

"Well," began the teacher. "You see these men like me... and... and... want to
be friends with me. The way they do that is to put their willies in me."

The children were amazed.

"Can we see?" asked one of the boys.

"Show them," grunted the voice again.

"Yes," said the teacher, "but stay away from the fence or the men will get
angry."

She felt the cock withdraw and her skirt was removed. The children looked on,
fascinated.

"Is that your front bottom, Miss?" asked one of the girls, pointing at her dark
bush.

"Yes, that's right Melanie," said the teacher.

"It's like my mom's," said another.

"That's what yours will look like when you're older," said the teacher.

"Tell them what I am doing," interrupted the voice as she felt the cock
pressing against the lips of her vagina again.

"This man likes me very much, which is why his willy is stiff. Because he likes
me he's putting it in my front bottom."

The children, whose numbers had now swollen to ten or more watched in amazement
as the cock disappeared, apparently swallowed by the teacher's cunt. They
watched as it thrust in an out, pulling their teacher's vaginal lips in and
out.

Josh was not as excited by the rape of the teacher as he was by seeing his
beloved up close. He gazed into her face with adoration as she stared open-
mouthed at her teacher.

"Tell Mara to strip!" he excitedly asked the teacher.

"No!" she told Josh as calmly, yet as firmly as she possibly could.

"What does he mean?" asked Mara, confused.

"He wants you to take your clothes off," said a slightly older girl.

"You don't have to sweety," said the teacher, desperately trying to keep the
situation under control.

Mara looked from her teacher to Josh, trying to understand the situation.

Just then the teacher felt the man behind her stop pumping and shiver slightly.
She was certain that the filthy bastard had come inside her. He withdrew his
cock but the hands on her did not let lessen their grip. Now other hands began
to remove the rest of her clothing. The children thought it was funny that
their teacher was stripped naked in front of them. The teacher tried to smile
as though this were some elaborate game for their amusement but she was
dreading what the men might do next.

Some of the children had wandered a little too close to the fence, she was
frightened that at any minute one of the men might make a grab for one of them.

"Children. Listen," she began. "This is a game for these men and me only so all
of you, please, stay away from the fence while we play."

Some of the children still looked a little confused.

"No one will get hurt if Mara strips," said Josh, his voice trying to reassure.

The teacher suddenly saw a way to keep the children away from the fence.

"Mara," said the teacher. "If you want to play too you must stand right in
front of me. Please take off your clothes. Everyone else must stand behind
Mara."

As she was saying these words she felt fingers in her vagina, scooping some of
the cum that had filled her and spreading it over her anus for lubrication. She
gasped as what felt like a thumb pushed its way into her slippery anus.

Mara, still a little wary, shyly undid here blouse, kicked off her shoes, and
hooked off her socks.

"Everything?" she asked.

"Yes dear," said Josh. "Everything."

Josh was now rubbing himself hard as his love removed the final scrap of
clothing from her body. She was so lovely, so near and yet so far. One of the
other men had removed his cock from the confines of his pants and was about to
stab the teacher with it. He saw no point in keeping his own cock hidden any
longer.

The teacher felt something bigger than a thumb pushing against the tight hole
of her anus. One of the guys was trying to bugger her! She clenched her
buttocks tightly together but despite her efforts the cock pushed up deep
inside her.

She was unable to prevent a small moan of pain from escaping her lips.

"What's wrong?" asked Mara, suddenly concerned.

The teacher tried to smile at her.

"Nothing dear," she said. "The man just put his willy in my bottom and it hurt
a little."

The kids thought this was highly amusing.

"Isn't that where poo comes from Miss?" asked one.

"Normally," said the teacher, as the man thrust deep into her anus. "But it can
be used for... having fun too."

She was nearly in tears but blinked them back for the children's sake.

"Don't you think Mara's got a beautiful body?" asked Josh of the teacher.

"Yes," said the teacher in the most neutral way possible.

"Mara," called Josh. "Don't you think you're teacher's got a lovely body too?"

"Oh yes," said Mara.

"Then why don't you come a little closer and touch it?" asked Josh.

Mara took a step towards her teacher. The teacher tried to keep her face
passive. Mara reached out and touched one of the teacher's breasts. Looking up
at the teacher she squeezed it in an experimental way. The teacher looked away,
biting her lip. She must not do anything to alarm the children. Then she felt
another small hand on her. One of the boys had stepped forward and was touching
her too. The children were eager and curious to touch her and within seconds
they were creating a small crush around, eager her to squeeze and probe her
breasts and pussy. One child, she could no longer tell who, stuck their little
fingers in her cum-soaked cunt. The hole was so slippery that their whole hand
was soon inside, exploring. Small teeth bit her nipple. She collapsed on the
floor as the excited children swarmed over her. No hands held her.

The bell rang and the children ran off to return to their lessons, break time
over. The teacher staggered to her feet. The men had gone. Only Mara remained,
dressing herself again. She looked up at the haggard teacher.

"Great game Miss," she said. "Let's play it again tomorrow!"

THE END

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