Brad Harris - Shame on teacher

She laughed loudly. Julie clenched her teeth in anger as she saw the boys join in the laughter.

"That's right," Roger agreed. "We saw them coming out of her together, didn't we, fellas?"

"Right!" Mac answered. "He was zipping his pants and blushing like hell when he saw us."

Julie waited until she heard their laughter stopped by the sound of the outer door closing. Then she got up and brushed herself off. She fought against the anger inside her. They were about to frame Colin. Damn them, anyway! She strode to the door and walked angrily up the stairs and through the gym. She would have to warn him. She'd have to prepare him, just in case, she suddenly smiled. No, the kids had out-foxed themselves. Colin was at a coach's meeting. He would be safe from their lies. She felt a flutter of relief in her heart as she walked out toward the parking lot to get her car.

Still, she thought, it would have been nice for the young coach to have needed her help. It would have been damn nice.

She didn't see them. Julie had no hint of their presence in the shadows. She was too excited over the results of the game. Fort Arthur had trounced its arch rival. The blonde knew how pleased Colin and the other coaches would be. She planned to take advantage of the young coach's thrill of victory. Yes, she would stop by his apartment to congratulate him.

She walked rapidly, the prospects for the evening swirling through her mind. Should she stop at her own apartment and change into something more suggestive, more seductive, than the soft sweater and skirt? The men who had stared so constantly during the game seemed to. imply that she was provocative enough as she was dressed. Perhaps so, Julie decided. Still, it would be wise to stop for refreshing her makeup and perfume. Yes, she would run by her own apartment fist.

Then they grabbed her. A big hand clamped over her mouth while rough arms pulled her into the shadows of the old building.

"Got her!" a heavy voice muttered. "Now let's get her out of here!"

Julie tried to struggle. She twisted her head, trying to get her mouth free to scream. There had been no people walking alongside her, but the football crowd was scattered all about the campus as they walked from the field toward their cars. She kicked and bit on the hand, then reeled as a heavy blow came across her face.

"Keep still, bitch!" a voice snarled. Then the girl saw a blur of motion come toward her, felt the first impact of a second blow she sank limply into their arms.

She slowly came back to consciousness in the back seat of a moving car. Julie started to rise, then forced herself to lay quietly between the two men who shared the seat. She peeked through partially opened eyes in an effort to study their faces, to find out what they were planning.

"She's coming around," one of them commented. "She's come to, she's just playing possum on us now."

"Long as she holds still till we get there," the man who had struck her said. "Shit! Then she can kick and scream all she likes. That'll just make it more interesting."

"What do you want?" Julie whispered, trying to make her voice sound stronger and less afraid. "What do you want with me?"

"That's good!" the man on her left laughed. "Honey, what do you think we want? We want some Fort Arthur pussy!"

"Yeah!" his companion on the other side of her agreed. "Before you do too much celebrating over the football game, we thought you'd like some more of our hospitality."

Julie was certain that they weren't students. They were much older than any of the boys at high school. No, these men were some of those who always hung around football teams. They played for their school years back and still felt a part of the team.

"Damn! We sure got a pretty one this time!" the first man commented. "We don't usually find such pretty pussy out alone at night. Usually anything that looks this good is with some other dude."

"What's such a good-looking piece of tail doing out by yourself at night?" the man on her left asked as he reached over and began feeling her thighs. "You're too old to be in school. You sure aren't old enough to have a kid there?"

"Maybe she's a teacher," his companion suggested, joining in the feeling, moving his hands over her tits. "You suppose we got us a teacher?"

"I think you're right," the man in front commented as he drove the car up to a deserted building. "I think we found a little school teacher."

"I never fucked a teacher," the man who was now reaching beneath her sweater grunted. "Shit! I never had one worth fucking. I never had one that looked like this."

"If you guys will stop talking about it and get her out of the car, we can all get a fuck," the driver muttered to them.

They pulled her from the car and hustled her quickly into the building. After hearing them rummage around for a moment, Julie saw a match strike, then saw the lantern gradually blaze into light. They took her through the bare room where they had been standing and into what must have been an office. A dilapidated desk stood in the corner. Broken chairs were scattered on the floor. They had set a mattress up in the middle of the room. They had planned on finding some girl to drag out here. They had gone to the game with the intent of grabbing some girl for their pleasure.

"Sorry we can't afford a hotel," the man who had driven the car told her. "Soft little tail like yours ought to be fucked on a nice, clean bed. We'll just have to make out the best we can. You don't really mind, though. I didn't think you would."

"Stop talking so much, Larry," one of the others complained. "Let's get her down there and start fucking her."

"Hey, Ruel," the leader objected, "don't be in such a rush. I want to savor this pussy. We've never had anything to match this broad. I want to enjoy her slow and thorough."

"I just want to feel her pussy around my hot old pecker," Ruel answered. "Damn, just feeling those legs in the car got me harder than hell."

"You can stay hard for a while," Larry snapped at him. "The first fuck is mine, and I want to take it slow and easy."

"All right, honey," he continued, turning to Julie. "Let's see what all you have, to offer."

The young blonde stared at him, frightened at the prospect of these men taking turns with her. She backed slowly away from him, her eyes glancing toward the door and gauging her chances of escape. The waiting, leering man saw her glance and spoke to the third member of the party.

"Watch the door, Jake!" he snapped. "She's getting an idea about running out on us."

The fat man who had played with her tits in the car topped, grinning, to the door. His hulk. effectively blocked any chance for Julie to get past them. Julie felt her heart beating rapidly as the leader stepped toward her and backed her against one wall. His mouth spread open in a lewd grin as he reached out and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. He lifted the soft sweater upward as the sudden display of her tits brought whistles of appreciation from all three men.

"Damn!" Larry gasped. "What a hell of a pair of tits! All right, baby. Get that bra off and show them to us!"

He stood in front of her, licking his lips hungrily, she meekly complied. Julie pulled the sweater over her head, then unsnapped her bra and removed it. Her tits popped out, bouncing and glistening in the light of the bittern. The eyes of all three men glittered as they stared hungrily at her. Larry's two cohorts stepped up beside him, eager to get a better look at her.

"The rest," Larry ordered, nodding toward her skirt. "Take it all off. Hurry up, sweetheart. You've already got my cock leaping!"

Hesitantly, her hands shaking in apprehension, the young blonde unhooked her skin and let it drop down her leg. She pulled off her panties and hose to the delighted leers of the three men. Julie looked up at them as they stared in amazement at her soft loveliness. All three were licking their lips, shuffling their feet, cocks beginning to harden in delighted anticipation of plunging into that luscious body before them.