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Hello all, this is the first “class period” of the kinky school day story. Reddit had me break it in half, so this is the first half. Second half is up. Hope you enjoy!
It had been hinted at for weeks, and you’re sure it’s going to happen today. You’re not sure what it is, or how far it’s going to go, but one thing is for sure: *everyone* knows about it except for you. You’d been getting longing stares, death glares, envious looks, and a variety of other reactions for no apparent reason throughout the past month, from everyone from the teachers to the nerds to the jocks and cheerleaders. They’d been getting more frequent in the past week, but the levels of excitement in the hallways and classrooms has reached its peak. Whatever is going to happen, it has to happen now.
You decide to go in to *earn* those looks today; whatever everyone else knows or doesn’t know, you’ve had enough of it all. The mysteries, the subterfuge, the hidden glances. It’s time to force it all out into the open. You decide on a knee-length skirt with fishnet stockings, no panties. Your top is lace white lingerie, covered with a black knitted crop top, barely held together by threads. Looking in the mirror, you know that if looks could kill, the entire school would be as the Jonestown Massacre.
Striding into the school, all eyes immediately lock onto you, as they have for the last couple weeks. Today, however, what first strikes you is the quiet. No murmurs, whispers, or sneers greet you in the front hallway as you enter. Slightly caught off guard, you shoulder your backpack and head off to first period, a droll history class most use as a naptime. As you enter the room, you have just enough time to realize the teacher is not present before you feel a pair of hands seize onto your backpack straps and tear it off of you, sliding the straps roughly down your arms and spinning you around. You see a young man, stout in stature and thick in the waist, limbs, and neck, frowning at you. He leaps forward, grimacing in anger, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you back against the wall. He raises a hand back and smacks you across the face, backhanded, leans in close, and spits in your face. He leans in closer and speaks, growling into your ear:
“Listen and listen closely, whore. Ever since we’ve seen what you’ve been flaunting, we’ve all wanted a piece. Oh, what, you didn’t expect that asshole to send those videos you sent him to everyone he knows? At least a thousand people know that you’re a whore now; so today, you’re *our* whore. You’re going to be strung along, beaten, fucked, made to cum, and used like the toy we all know you are, forced to take more than you can possibly handle.”
Leaning back, he smiles a smile full of dark promise and malicious intention, raises a hand, and slaps you in the face.
As you reel back from the blow, you feel the threads of your cropped shirt go taut against your shoulders and lower back before breaking, zipping slightly through the skin as the boy rips it off of you. “You look far better this way, toy.” He looks dismissively towards the shirt, snorts in amusement and tosses it to the floor. “That thing’s not even fit to be used as a cum rag. But…I think we have a far better cum rag right here.” As he says so, he reaches forward and grabs your hair, pushing his fingertips against your scalp and twining your hair with his fingers before clenching his hand into a fist. Your head is jerked backwards by the motion, the back of your head slamming into the wall behind you, your vision going blurry before he forces you around towards the middle off the classroom, and then to your knees. “Don’t be shy, my friends, she’s here for the taking. Take her!”
As he says the last two words, you can see his cock held deftly, poised against your lips. As you open your mouth to protest, he grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open wider, cramming his length down past your tonsils, shifting his grip to your throat to increase pressure, maintaining his grip on your hair with the other hand, forcing your head down to the base. As your eyes water and your gag reflex kicks in, he does not allow you off of his cock, but rather pulls halfway out and roughly thrusts back inside your throat. “If you bite, bitch, I will take chunks out of you in return,” the boy taunts as he fucks your throat; slowly at first, but mounting speed, and within a minute he is pounding at your throat as though it were a pussy. “C’mon, boys, I’m doin’ all the work over here. Put in!”
You sense in your periphery, even through the haze of tears and choking and a massive rod of meat being crammed down your throat and a hand tangled in your hair to control you, two or three others moving in around you. You feel hands beginning to bunch your skirt up around your hips, exclaiming in excitement when they found your lips glistening and eagerly awaiting their abuse. And abuse those lips they did: each of the newcomers spat on your pussy, rubbing it in to your clit and lips as they each took turns talking down to their whore, slapping it, pinching it, rubbing it; alternating pleasure and pain courses through you, and your excitement grows even as your apprehension does. The sensation of being choked by a cock, helpless and unable to breathe, while others around you had their way with your most intimate pieces, was embarrassing and exposure to the highest degree. And you are powerless to stop it.
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